#whatever you celebrate (and even if you don't)

[yoiisa]

Hiii I love your work and I was wondering if you could write about reader telling her bf about her celebrity crush and they get jealous!! (Ness , rin , sae , isagi)

gotchu bby!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

➜ alexis ness can be a bit . . . devoted at the least and overbearing at the most ➜ this man was also isagi hater no. 1 because of how much attention kaiser gave isagi so like, if you start gushing about a celebrity all the time, i don't think he'll take it all that well ➜ he won't get like overtly mad or anything about it, but he will sulk in a corner, and you will know that he is sulking ➜ i also think this bitch is like the best at puppy eyes and has mastered a pout that will sent you straight into a fit of cuteness aggression like never before

Your currently the little spoon in bed, your boyfriend draped over your back. His face is buried in your shoulder and his arms are wrapped tightly around you waist. You’re scrolling again on your phone, your for you page on TikTok a blend of brainrot and edits of your fav actor. You scroll through the comments of a particularly nice edit, liking comments like “ ‘Get a load of this guy-‘ IM TRYING!!!” You giggle and that’s when you feel Ness huff against your skin in annoyance. He takes your phone and turns it off, before tossing it behind him. Before you can say anything he cups a hand over your mouth. “I’m your boyfriend,” he whispers and you can only roll your eyes. “I know Alexis.” “You don’t need whatever his name is.” You smile and sigh. “I never said I did.” “You shouldn’t look at him like that when you have me.” “Alexis.” He wraps his arms tighter around you, and you swear if he goes any tighter you won’t be able to breathe soon. You struggle a little in his arms, and he finally releases you. You turn in his arms, your head accidentally bumping his. Ness rubs his forehead as you settle back into his arms, his purple eyes soft and sad. They’re wide and shiny, and he looks so cute like this. You can’t help yourself. You spread tiny kisses all over his face, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead- everywhere. He cuts off your barrage with a kiss on your lips, his mouth soft and gentle against your lips. He takes your hands and holds them in his own. When he pulls away, he kisses your knuckles. “You’re mine,” he whispers. “I’m yours,” you agree. “I always will be.” He finally smiles, staring at you through his lashes. “Good.”

➜ when you show itoshi rin your celebrity crush, he feigns being uninterested so heavily it ends up doing a completely 180 ➜ like this bitch pretends not to care so much that he literally will mutter to himself about how much he does not care ➜ the whole time you're in the corner just trying not to laugh at the goof because rin being jealous is a specific type of unhinged that never gets old

It’s been two hours since you told Rin about the concert of your favorite singer and you walk into the kitchen to find this: Rin cutting apple slices and muttering to himself, angrily. “I don’t even get why she likes him so much, I’m so much better than him. He’s probably all plastic surgery, at least I’m naturally pretty. His voice is probably all autotune anyway, my voice is nice. She thinks it’s nice, doesn’t she? Especially during se-” “Rin!” you call and his eyes dart up to look at you. You walk towards him and take the knife from his hand. He looks down at the cutting board to find that he was cutting the same apple slice over and over and over again, the chunk now a mess of thin slivers. “Are you okay?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. What you just walked in on was immensely funny, but you couldn’t help but worry that your boyfriend was losing whatever of his mind he had left. “Of course,” his voice is clipped. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “. . . Rin the apple.” He clicks his tongue and puts the sliver in his mouth. He pretends to chew it, because genuinely how could he chew something so tiny, before shrugging. “Tastes fine to me.” You sigh and kiss his cheek. You pay the other one and laugh softly. “If you say so. Can we go to that concert then?” His face goes blank for a moment, his brain short circuiting as jealousy overtakes his mind. He nods, but his voice fails him. All he can do is give another apple slice the same treatment as before.

➜ contrary to his brother, itoshi sae is significantly better at hiding his jealousy by just diverting the conversation away from your celebrity crush at every given circumstane ➜ if they're on TV, sae will change the channel, if y'all are walking somewhere together and there's a poster of them hung up somewhere, sae will divert your path so you stay out of its line of sight ➜ and whenever you call him out on it, he becomes the king of gaslighting you, and you end thinking that you are just imagining it all

“Sae are you okay?” you ask as the two of you approach a crosswalk. He presses the button for the walk sign. He turns to you and cocks his head. His brows slightly furrow as he asks, “Why wouldn’t I be?” “You’ve changed the side of the road you’re walking on like fifty times,” you note. “I’m worried.” Sae just stares down at you, his silence becoming more and more unnerving by the minute. Finally, he lifts a hand and covers your eyes. Your lips part as a tiny surprised gasp escapes your mouth, but your breath is quickly stolen as Sae leans down to kiss you. His lips slide against yours softly, gently, and lovingly. You feel his lashes brush his skin and you lift your hand up to his cheek, brushing his skin with your thumb. The truth is, your favorite actor from your favorite drama was popping up on TV screens and billboards from the second the two of you left the house. The show was getting a new season, so it made sense that they were doing a lot of promotion for it, but seriously. Every time Sae saw that actor, he felt a feeling he would rather not unpack right now light in his chest. Kissing you seemed to calm it a little bit though. When he finally pulls back, you smile up at him, confusion in your eyes as you tilt your head. “What was that?” He cups your cheek, brushing the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Don’t worry about it.”

➜ at first isagi yoichi genuinely isn't affected at all by your crush. ➜ after all, you're a regular person and they're a celebrity. there is like, a 5% chance you'll ever meet them in person, let alone manage to have a meaningful conversation ➜ but then, you do meet the celebrity in person and isagi's brain has to rewire itself ➜ it's tacky and stupid, but he definitely pulls you a little closer and puffs his chest up like a bird in the amazon, trying to assert his dominance over someone who could not give less of a fuck

You couldn’t believe your luck. You just so happened to bump into your favorite model just as you were leaving a restaurant on a date with Isagi. Initially, you’d wanted to leave him be so he could have a fun time off, but the model had caught you staring and waved you over. He was so pretty in person, you couldn’t believe it! You also couldn’t believe the way your boyfriend was acting right now. You’d never pegged Isagi as the jealous type, but from the way he was squeezing your hand right now and the way his muscles were flexed and tensed to look bigger . . . you had no idea what was going on right now. “I loved the way you showcased the 2023 spring collection,” you gush, trying to ignore Isagi’s behavior. “Thank you very much, it was a lot of fun working with that designer,” the model says, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. Isagi smiles tightly, and you swear a vein pops in his forehead. “I was actually quite lucky myself. I managed to snag a piece from the jewelry of that line for her. Most people would think it’s super expensive, but eh. Not for me.” You want to kick him in the dick. The model chuckles and the three of you continue talking before your idol takes his leave. As soon as he’s out of earshot, you look up at your boyfriend. “The hell was that?” you ask. “Why were you so sassy?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Isagi shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I was just chatting.” You decide to shrug it off after a few more moments of thought and the two of you carry on with your date. Unbeknownst to you, your favorite model had been watching the two of you the whole time after he’d “left” and Isagi was sending the meanest look imaginable at him right now, causing chills to run down the other boy’s spine.

a/n: quick little silly drabbles for my boys mwah!!

[finemeal]

I’ve been seeing a lot of: what would the batfam do for Bruce on Mother’s Day? And I’m like: … nothing, he has Father’s Day? So here’s what I ACTUALLY think what some of the batfam would be doing on Mother’s Day since most of them are without Mother’s (sad)

Alfred: We don’t know much, if anything, about Alfred’s mother. But, I can’t imagine Alfred not doing something to honor her. Whether that's cooking dishes she taught him, enjoying an activity they used to do together, or simply him sitting in silence as he reflects on fond memories they had together. Maybe he'll even tell anyone who's willing to listen stories about her.

Bruce: I imagine Bruce is visiting his mother’s grave on Mother’s Day. From my research, some Jewish people place small stones on the gravestone to mark their presence, so I imagine he’d spend countless hours before the day finding the perfect stone to place. After he leaves the grave, he’d spend time doing things he used to do with her, or get things for her that he wished he could now. Maybe he’d spend time at the Elderly home with mother’s whose kids can’t/don’t visit to make sure they get to enjoy Mother’s Day as well.

Dick: I can see Dick going to a circus, or Haly's Circus, on Mother's Day to celebrate his mom. I imagine on the day his parents died, he goes to their graves, but on Mother's Day he does what they used to do on Mother's Day which is: enjoy the circus. If he's able, maybe he even performs at Haly's Circus in her honor. Spending time somewhere he used to spend with his mom is something I can see him doing. I can even see him buying flower's and gifting them to either some stranger at the circus to brighten the mom's day up, or to one of the mom's who works at Haly's Circus. And if he's at Haly's Circus, I can see him talking to people and swapping stories about his mother, surrounded by people who loved her and misses her.

Barbara: When it comes to what Barbara would do on Mother's Day, it's actually really complicated. In some continuities she's dead, in other's she's alive but moved away. If she died, I imagine Barbara would spend Mother's Day with her family as they do things to honor Barb's mom's memory. Most likely, doing things they used to do with her mom on Mother's Day. If she's alive? Well then shit dude, Barbara's spending Mother's Day with her mom and doing whatever she wants. I don't know how close they are canonically, but I can see Barbara at the very least getting a meal with her mom or sending her gifts to celebrate Mother's Day.

Jason: Jason had, and lost, two mom's: the mom who raised him and the mom who birthed him. I imagine that he used to celebrate Mother's Day differently by spending the day mourning. But now-a-days he spends it in Crime Alley either taking care of mother's (no matter how old/young), and/or spending time with kids who, like him, lost their mom. I imagine he does this to honor both of his mom's who he lost, unable to celebrate with them but able to celebrate their memory with other people. He likely, like Alfred, would even tell anyone who asked about his moms and memories he had with them (though some are worse than others).

Tim: No matter how you feel about how Janet Drake did as a mother, Tim CANONICALLY was distraught over her death and mourned her. I think the Mother's Days that happened when his dad was still alive was doing things they used to do with her. After his dad died, I think Tim at first didn't want to celebrate it, but over time either goes somewhere with Bernard to distract themselves or they do what Tim and his dad used to do.

Stephanie: We actually see a lot more of Crystal Brown in comics than gets talked about in fandom, likely because her appearances dwindled when New 52 happened. But, as far as I can tell, Stephanie and her mom had a (mostly) good relationship. I think for Mother's Day, Stephanie would be spending the day with her mom. Going out to eat, doing whatever her mom wanted to do, and just spending good quality time together.

Cass: Now, obviously, Cass's relationship with her mother is ... complicated to say the least. I can see scenarios where maybe one Mother's Day they do sorta spend time together, but in a very toxic way most likely. Most Mother's Days, I can see Cass either taking the day to herself or tagging along with someone for their Mother's Day activities.

Damian: Damian's mother is VERY much alive and he VERY MUCH loves his mom. Damian spends Mother's Day with Talia al Ghul if she is available, if she's not then he tags along with Bruce and learns more about his grandmother. But, Damian very likely prefers spending time with his mom on Mother's Day and doing some bonding with her (as much as he can, really).

Duke: Duke's mom is not dead, she's even actually been cured of the Joker Venom! Duke is spending Mother's Day with his mom, doing what she wants and soaking up all the time he gets to spend with her (especially since, at one point, she was practically lost to him). They get good mother-son bonding time and he 100% gets her her favorite flowers and chocolate and writes a card that makes her cry.

[thebumblebeesworld]

MISSISSIPPI • MOONSHINE

part two • annie x fem oc

summary: suga’ sees annie at a local juke in town and comes to talk to her, havin’ been pining after her for quite a while. annie had been turning down suga’s advances until she finally gave in.

cw: alcohol, smut. (idk if y’all want more in depth cw, let me know)

part one

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Suga' watched as Annie sauntered over to Mary, back straight, dress flowing around the apex of her thighs. The music was lively, pumping out sensual lyrics that fueled Suga's heady arousal and thoughts of making Annie feel things she never had before.

She watched as Annie bent forward and whispered into Mary's ear, something she was sure to be scandalous as Mary's eyes widened and Annie unsuccessfully fought to cover up a slick smile. Mary looked towards the door where Suga' had found a spot against the wall to lean.

She threw a teasing wave at Suga', causing Annie to meet her soon-to-be lover's eyes.

The air left the room as the pair spoke with gazes alone, dreaming sweet dreams full of desperation, want, and soft moans whispered towards the sky with each other's names said like a prayer.

Suga' was the first to look away, finally caving at the easy seduction of the dark-skinned woman. Her eyes landed on the tops of her feet, swaying on the balls of her heels to calm her emotions.

She couldn't let Annie win this little tug of war they had going on, but the other woman easily made her crumble.

Suga’ liked that about her.

Annie turned her head back to Mary after raising her chin in a silent celebration of getting the other woman to break for the first time. Suga' was always level-headed and sure of herself in a way that reminded Annie of her past, but the one difference the woman possessed was that she didn't shy away from vulnerability.

She always made sure to tell Annie what she liked about her. Always eased into conversation. Always opened her heart.

But somehow, in the heat of the night, Annie had opened up a different part of Sug'. A part of her that would let Annie do whatever she wanted to her body—no questions asked.

"Girl, I told you we'd find you somebody tonight," Mary congratulated herself, praising her friend for finally allowing herself to love—to lust. "That woman 'bout to turn yo' ass every which way but loose!"

Mary screamed in her excitement, and Annie couldn't even hush her because she was just as excited herself. Even more so.

"She gon' be the one that ain't gettin' turned loose," Annie admitted, biting her full bottom lip as she imagined all the ways she'd have Sug' spread underneath her. "I guess I gotta let you lead me astray more often, huh?"

Mary always tried to get Annie into some trouble. Mary called it getting her into a little fun, but this is one of the first times she listened to her friend, and things were sure working in Annie's favor so far.

Annie shook her head in disbelief at how her day had started, working hard long into the evening where she thought she'd get to enjoy a quiet evening alone. Look at her now: about to take somebody home and have fun. Suga' was somebody who never expected anything from her—just wanted to be by her side and in her presence.

The way Suga' looked at her melted all her worries and past away, and as she talked to Mary, she could feel the other woman's eyes trailing down her backside, claiming her from afar.

"You really do, girl," Mary giggled, finding it funny how her friend claimed Suga' wasn't her woman earlier in the night. From where she was standing now, Mary could tell Annie was practically feining for her. "Now run along. Don't keep that woman waitin'."

As Annie was shooed away, she walked towards the door, body swaying along to the music, reveling in the moonshine that ran throughout her system.

Her only wish was that she and Suga' had gotten a chance to dance together, but if they stopped to do that now, there's no way they would have been able to keep their wondering hands to themselves. They were on the verge of combusting from their shared desire.

Suga's hand nestled on the small of Annie's back once she made it to her, gently guiding her out of the door. She caressed her gently as she opened the car door and helped Annie in.

“Where to, Honey,” Suga’ asked after starting the car up, turning her attention to Annie. She was mesmerized by the way her thighs swelled against the leather seats, and the small amount of light from the lamppost made Annie’s skin glow a deep amber.

“To mine.”

“You ain’t scared is ya’,” Annie asked as she sat down on her bed, watching as Suga’ leaned against the door frame with her hands clasped behind her back.

Their voices were hushed. The only sounds that could be heard were the buzzing of lightning bugs and the croaking of frogs from outside—both of their hearts pounded in their chests.

Suga’ straightened her back, taking a few slow strides into the room.

“I ain’t scared of nothin’,” she nodded curtly, convincing herself that it was truth. “Just wanna go at your pace. Whatever ya’ want, I’ll give it to you.”

Annie’s heart rate did everything but slow down at Sug’s assurance. She was nervous, never having been with anyone besides Smoke. Let alone a woman. But Suga’ made things simple.

Easy.

Annie grabbed at the hem of her dress and shimmied it up her legs and to her hips. She opened her legs wide, beckoning Suga’ forward with a look that said: get yo’ ass over here and give me what I want then.

Suga’ was quick to listen, crossing the room with a wide gait. She stood in between Annie’s open thighs, peering into the woman’s eyes with honesty. She wanted Annie and all she had to offer, and she didn’t want this night to feel like a one time thing.

Suga’ grazed her hand down the side of Annie’s face, loving the way she melted underneath her. Soft whimpers escaped Annie’s mouth as the hand that was once on her face wrapped gently around the base of her neck.

She found herself being pulled into Suga’s sweet lips.

Annie’s head tilted all the way back to find the perfect angle for their lips to connect, and her hand surrounded Suga’s wrist to stabilize herself. Her other hand fisted the bedsheets under her.

“Fuck, Suga’,” she moaned as the woman began to lay her back against the bed and kiss down her neck and chest.

Their bodies fitted perfectly together in a way that if they had their clothes off, you wouldn’t be able to tell where one of them ended and the other began.

Annie’s soft noises were every bit of music to Suga’s ears, spurring her on.

She neglected the woman’s middle—just for a moment—as she settled onto the floor on her knees. From this angle, she could see the rise and fall of Annie’s chest. She could see the way she tried to contain her moans with a palm against her mouth while Suga’ kissed along her inner thighs.

“Come on. Lemme hear them pretty moans, Honey,” Suga’ commanded, a firm hand tightening on Annie’s hip.

The hoodoo woman just barely obeyed, raising her head to watch Suga’ as she slyly pulled her panties down her flushed legs. Annie attempted to gain a bit of resolve, placing a hand behind her lover’s head and guiding her to her aching arousal.

Annie immediately lost all calm as soon as Suga’s tongue brushed firmly against her pulsing jewel, throwing her head back against her bedsheets in complete silence. Her jaw hung open, but no sounds or words of encouragement left her.

Her body shook against her mouth, muscles tensing as Sug’ dipped her tongue into her. Suga’ moaned at the taste of Annie, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she devoured her with no remorse.

Annie had still yet to make a sound besides a small squeal here or there, and as Suga’ realized this, she spanked the side of Annie’s ass as a sign of her dissatisfaction. Still unable to provoke moans out of her, Suga’ willed herself to stop all together.

“Suga’, what the hell is wrong with you,” Annie shouted, sitting up completely to look down at the woman on her knees. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and pure rage.

“Oh, so now you wanna make a sound, huh,” she laughed, quirking her eyebrow at the upset look Annie was giving her. She was downright pissed that her pleasure was thwarted, and the glistening of Suga’s face with her arousal didn’t make it any easier.

“If you don’t eat my fucking pussy,” Annie began, gripping tightly to the back of Suga’s neck and pulling her close to her face, “we’re gonna have a goddamn problem.”

Sug’ just laughed a deep, slow laugh. She rose up from the floor to match Annie’s energy, causing her to back down just slightly at the serious look she was given.

“Fix yo’ attitude, Honey,” Suga’ bellowed down, resting a heavy hand on Annie’s waist. She breathed deeply into the woman’s face, swirling around the scent of moonshine and Annie’s pussy on her lips. It drowned Annie. “You don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”

Annie giggled in her face, laughing incredulously. She wanted to test Suga’s dominance, finding it sexy how she tried to reel her back in. But there was also a part of her that wanted to let Suga’ do whatever she wanted as she listened—just for a little while until she was ready to take over control again.

“I’m sorry, Suga’,” she apologized with a playful pout on her lips. She began to play with the woman’s clothes, unbuttoning her shirt slowly from the bottom while trying to ease the wrinkle that had formed between Sug’s eyes. “I’ll listen from now on, baby.” Annie kissed along the lower part of Suga’s stomach, leaving warmth with each button she undid.

Suga’s breath hitched, getting caught up in the moment. The feeling of Annie’s full lips dragging across her body was better than anything she could have ever imagined. As she kissed from her stomach to across her covered breasts to the side of her neck, Suga’ was thrown off successfully from her previous dissatisfaction with Annie. She fisted the woman’s dress as Annie slipped Sug’s shirt off, leaning in to press a confident kiss to the shell of her ear.

She traced the side of it with her tongue and held Suga’ upright as her knees buckled under here.

“You got this mistaken, baby,” Annie announced, dragging a hand between Suga’s legs and palming her. “I’m in control here. Always. But I’ll give you the chance for dominance just this once.”

Annie sat back on the bed again after removing her dress from her body entirely. She slipped her brassiere off, body lighting up at the way Suga’ took in her bare body. The woman’s eyes racked over her form like she was mapping out all the buttons so could push. Like she was memorizing Annie in case she never got the chance again.

“Get to it, Suga’,” she spoke in a husky tone, watching as Sug’ unbuckled her pants. They pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.

Suga’ connected their lips again in a desperate attempt to shush Annie’s risky words. Suga’ was always dominant in her sexual excursions, but the way Annie talked made her ready for the challenge of receiving.

She moved Annie’s position so she could kneel between her open legs on the bed, throwing her thighs over her shoulder, palming her ass, and eating her out like it was her last meal.

“God, yes,” Annie cried finally, giving in to Suga’s wants. “You fuck me so good.” Her lover almost moaned herself at the way Annie’s Louisiana accent sounded with praise in her tone.

She switched the angle and position of her tongue often, trying to drag out Annie’s pleasure as she grinded into Suga’s face to chase her orgasm. She gripped the nape of her neck, pushing her further into her, but Suga’ wouldn’t allow it. She pushed the woman’s legs up to her chest and rose up on her knees to gain better control.

“Make me cum, Suga’,” Annie growled her demand. She let her emotions get the best of her again.

Feeling her hand was forced, Suga’ quickly flipped Annie’s thick body into a face down position, making her arch deeply while she ate her out from the back.

“Please,” Annie whined, choking on her sobs. Tears streamed down her face as she gave into Suga’s dominance and her own submission. She couldn’t control the situation and get what she wanted any longer.

“Please, can I cum, Suga’,” she pleaded, feeling her grunt against her. Annie clenched against Suga’s tongue, her climax so close yet so far.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission,” her lover grumbled, going back to work quickly. She kitten licked her clit to make her orgasm go back down before speeding back up again when she heard Annie’s quiet whimpers.

She wanted to teach her a lesson. Teach her that even if she gave Annie a chance to dominate her, when Suga’ was her dominant, she was going to listen to every word she said like it was gospel.

“I won’t, baby,” she sobbed tearfully. “I promise. I promise.”

Suga’ loved the way Annie was wrapped around her finger, speaking in her native tongue and crying like she had never had a good fuck before. Suga’ pittied her with a quick glance at Annie’s tear stained face, and as she saw her titties bouncing with each thrust of her tongue, Suga’ gave in.

“Go ahead, pretty. Give it to me.”

Annie came on Suga’s tongue in a frenzy. She filled her mouth with her sweet essence before going limp on the bed, but Suga’ continued her torture, hoisting Annie up again and leading her to another quick orgasm.

“I can’t! Please, Suga’,” she grabbed crazily at the bedsheets, but she didn’t fight against the pleasure at all.

She loved it.

Desired it.

Spent nights dreaming about cumming on Suga’s tongue over and over again.

“You wanted it so bad, so you’re gonna fucking take it,” she slapped her ass, causing her to jerk forward. Her orgasm built again, and as she was headed toward her third one of the night, Annie blacked out just as it hit.

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Annie came to just as the sun began to peek into her bedroom window. Her home was quiet in the way that she had grown accustomed to, but something in the air was different.

She was clothed in her white nightgown that stayed draped across a chair in her bedroom. She wore fresh underwear and her body felt clean, warm, and energized.

As she remembered the events of the night, she looked to her side in search of her lover only to find herself alone. She frowned at first, before seeing Suga’s dress shirt draped across that same chair. She smiled, pulling her body out of the bed. She loved the fullness that she felt at her bottom half. A reminder of her night. A reminder of how desirable she was.

“Good mornin’,” she hummed Suga’s way who was in her kitchen at her stove, cooking her breakfast. She looked around the room, noticing the basket of eggs and pitcher of goat’s milk on the counter. “You did my chores,” she quirked her head to the side before she could get a response back.

“Morning to you, too, Honey,” Suga’ laughed slightly, looking up from the skillet of scrambled eggs. She took in Annie’s appearance, loving the slight bite marks on her neck and chest. The flush of her skin. “And yes, I did. Wanted to make your day a little easier. Let you sleep in a bit.”

Annie’s eyes moved to the clock on her wall. It was three hours later than she would have normally gotten up, but she wasn’t worried about it. Suga’ seemed to have everything under control.

“Mm,” she nodded, settling behind Suga’ and wrapping her arms around her middle. She peered over the woman’s shoulder to watch as she cooked scrambled eggs, grits, and bacon. “That smells good.”

“Thank you,” Suga’ smiled earnestly, cutting the heat off and turning to envelop Annie in her arms. “I hope it’s ok that I borrowed your shirt. Didn’t wanna put my dress shirt back on to be cookin’ and what not.”

“It’s fine,” Annie whispered. “You look good in my clothes.” After planting a kiss on Suga’s lips, she turned to walk away and set the table, but Suga’ had other plans as she smacked Annie’s ass.

“You look good in your clothes, too,” she nodding, chuckling at her own joke.

The pair had settled into a natural rhythm, moving around Annie’s small kitchen like they had practiced it before. After the night they had, they were surely connected. The realization of that caused smiles to take over their faces.

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thanks for readinggg. any thoughtsss? requests??

[jpmarvel90]

Don't Belong Part 4

Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 6125

Relationship: Mother WandaNat x Daugher Reader

Summary: It's Y/n's birthday and everyone is making an effort to make it the best day possible. Including a suprise early visit which sees Y/n experience a happiness she's not had in a long time.

Nat: Mama Wanda: Mom

Y/n's POV:

When the morning comes around, I blink my eyes open. I don't know what woke me first, the muted knock at the door or the quiet creak as it opens. For a moment, I think it's one of my moms again, coming in to check if I've eaten or taken my meds. I'm already halfway to turning away when I hear a familiar voice. "Knock knock," Kate calls softly, her voice like a warm breeze slipping through the room.

I blink my eyes open, squinting at the brightness filtering through the window. She's standing just inside the doorway, a sheepish smile on her lips, and something tucked behind her back. She looks like she always does, messy ponytail, oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder like it was made to, and for some reason, my chest tightens. Maybe it's the way she looks at me. Or maybe it's because, for the first time, someone came just for me.

"Kate?" I croak out, surprised. "What are you doing here?" She enters fully now, closing the door behind her. "Well, it's a special day," she sing-songs, stepping closer to my bed. "And I thought I'd drop by early to wish a very certain badass agent-in-the-making a happy birthday." She smiles.

My brows raise. "Wait... it's today?" Kate giggles. "You forgot your own birthday?" Well, I knew it was coming but it kind of snuck up on me. With everything going on, the healing, emotional trauma, being babysat by my guilt-ridden moms, it just hadn't occurred to me. "Guess I did," I mumble.

"Well, that won't do." She steps closer and pulls a small box from behind her back. "Here." I blink, looking at the wrapping. It's simple, but there's a purple ribbon, her signature colour as I've learnt. "You didn't have to..." I start before she interrupts me. "Shush. It's already here, and you're opening it."

There's something so easy about the way she talks, like we've always done this. Like this, whatever this is, has existed longer than I've allowed myself to notice. I peel back the wrapping, careful not to tear the paper, and reveal a small velvet box.

Inside is a silver bracelet, dainty and simple, with a single hawk feather charm that glints in the sunlight streaming through the window. It's understated, elegant, and... weirdly perfect. I look at it in awe. "This is..." I start but she cuts me off. 

"I saw it when Yelena and I went shopping yesterday." Kate shrugs, suddenly looking nervous. "Reminded me of you. Strong, graceful, always aiming for something even if no one's paying attention." My breath catches in my throat, and I look up at her. "Kate..." She's biting her bottom lip now, her eyes darting between me and the bracelet.

Something twists in my stomach. Not unpleasant. Just... unfamiliar. "Kate..." I say again, but there's not really anything else I can think to add. She shrugs, pretending to play it cool. "Also, feathers are cool. And you're cool. So... logic." I laugh softly, and she looks up, eyes dancing with relief at the sound. "Too much?" She questions in a small panic. "No," I say softly, feeling my heart flutter in a way it hasn't in a long time. "It's perfect." Her grin returns, more relaxed now. "Well, good. Because I was ready to fake an excuse and run out if it was weird."

I laugh, genuinely this time, and motion for her to help put it on. Her fingers are warm as they brush against my skin. She doesn't pull her hands away immediately once it's clasped. "You look good in silver," she says casually, but her eyes say something else. There's a pause, and the air feels different, charged. "You really didn't have to do this," I murmur, though I'm glad she did. "Birthdays deserve presents," she says. "And you deserve to be celebrated."

Before I can respond, there's a knock and the door swings open again. Dr. Cho enters with a clipboard and a smile. "Well, well. Look who's already popular this morning." Kate stands up straighter, pretending to be innocently casual. "Just a quick visit." Cho grins at the both of us. "Actually, I've got a bit of a birthday gift too. Since your vitals have stabilised and your infection is nearly cleared, I'm approving a short supervised walk outside." She announces.

I'm in shock and a smile slowly creeps on my face. "Wait, seriously?" I ask wondering if I heard her correctly. "I don't joke about recovery milestones," she replies, then adds, "Fifteen minutes. Wheelchair assist. Someone responsible with you. I assume you two can manage that without scaling the roof or anything." I states, now turning to Kate with a raised eyebrow.

Kate salutes. "Scout's honour." Cho narrows her eyes. "You were never a scout." She calls her out, making me chuckle. "I could've been." Kate mumbles in return. "Don't make me regret this." Cho says pointing her pen between us. "I'll be on my best behaviour." I promise, moving to sit up in the bed. "That'll be a first." Cho mumbles to herself as she heads out the room.

A few minutes later, I'm being wheeled outside, wrapped in a cozy hoodie and thick blanket that Kate insisted I bring. The sunlight feels foreign on my skin, almost startling in its warmth. I close my eyes and breathe it in. The fresh air, the gentle breeze... it all feels surreal. Like I'm not in the compound, not in recovery, not hovering between everything I want and everything I've lost.

Kate's walking beside me, hands in her pockets, glancing at me now and then like she's worried I'll fall apart in the sunshine. We find a bench near the gardens, away from the main paths. There's the soft hum of bees somewhere in the bushes, the quiet rustle of trees overhead. I sit up slowly, wincing a little as I adjust. Kate sits beside me, just close enough that our knees touch.

"It's beautiful out here," I murmur, breathing in deeply. Kate glances at me. "You okay?" She asks softly. I hesitate for a second, then nod. "I am... I think. It just still feels unreal. Everything happened so fast. One minute I was on a mission and the next..." Her hand brushes against mine, fingers grazing. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she says softly.

I stare down at the grass for a moment. "It's not just the mission," I admit. "It's everything. My moms... I thought they didn't care anymore. I still don't know if I believe this whole 'we're here now' act. Like, where were they when I needed them? I've been alone for years and now that I'm bleeding out, suddenly they remember I exist?" I huff in frustration.

Kate's quiet, but not in a way that feels dismissive. It feels like she's giving me room. "My biological parents gave me up," I continue. "Hydra turned me into something I never wanted to be. Nat found me and... for a while, she made me feel like I was worth something. But then Billy and Tommy came along, and I guess I was just... extra."

I glance down at the bracelet on my wrist, the charm glinting like it knows something I don't. "You ever feel like... no matter how hard you try, you'll never be enough?" I ask suddenly, barely above a whisper. Kate's head turns toward me. "Yeah. More than I'd like to admit."

I nod, staring straight ahead. "That's what it's been like with them. My moms. At first, I had everything. A home. A family. Then the twins came and... slowly, it was like I just faded out of frame. Babysitter, housemaid, invisible. I tried to earn it back. Be better. Be perfect. But they didn't notice. Or maybe they just didn't care." I share honestly.

"Now they're around all the time. Bringing soup and fluffing pillows. Acting like they didn't ignore me for the last few years. And I don't know how to trust that." I admit vulnerably. "You don't have to." She says gently. "Not right away. Maybe not ever. But you can still heal, with or without them." She advises.

"Hard to do that alone," I admit. "You're not alone," she says, brushing her fingers against mine. "You've got Steve. You've got friends. You've got me." I turn to her, heart in my throat. "Do I?" Kate meets my gaze without flinching. "You do. You've always had me."

I finally turn to look at her. "I don't tell people this stuff. Hell, I didn't even tell Steve half of it." I chuckle awkwardly. Kate's expression is unreadable at first, but her voice is steady when she says, "Y/n... you're not extra. Not to me anyway." I blink. She reaches up and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, her hand lingering near my jaw. "Not now, not ever."

My heart skips again. I try to scoff, to deflect with sarcasm like I always do. But it dies on my lips. The world feels still. The breeze moves lazily through the trees, birds chirp somewhere in the distance, but all I can hear is my heartbeat. Louder than it should be.

I don't think. For once, I don't overanalyse or build up walls or second-guess what I deserve. I just lean in, slowly, giving her space to pull back if she wants to. She doesn't. Her breath hitches softly, and then she leans in too. The distance between us disappears with a quiet inevitability. Our lips meet, warm, hesitant, searching.

It's not rushed. It's not perfect. But it's real.

Her hand finds mine again, fingers curling between mine with a gentle squeeze as her lips linger against mine, soft and sure. I feel the way she exhales shakily into the kiss, like maybe she's been waiting for this as long as I have.

The warmth of her palm grounds me, anchoring me in this moment. This tiny, quiet miracle I didn't know I needed. We part slowly, but not fully. Her forehead brushes lightly against mine, and I open my eyes to find hers already watching me. "Wow," I murmur, my voice barely audible. Kate grins. "Yeah," she whispers back, her nose nudging mine. "That was... definitely not just a birthday present."

I laugh softly, the sound surprising even me. It's light. Unburdened. Something I haven't felt in a long time. Then she adds, "But if it was, I really outdid myself." I roll my eyes with a smile, bumping her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head."

We sit there for another long moment, her hand still in mine, the kiss still tingling on my lips. For the first time in forever, I don't feel like I'm on the outside looking in. I feel seen. Wanted. Maybe even loved.

"I think I like you, Bishop," I murmur. She grins. "Well... I was hoping you'd say that." I laugh, breathless. "Smooth." Kate shrugs. "I have my moments." We sit there for a little longer, fingers brushing, letting the quiet speak for us. Today doesn't feel quite so lonely. And maybe, just maybe, I'm not as alone as I thought.

She stands, offering her hand. "Come on, birthday girl. Let's get you back before Cho realises I'm terrible at following instructions." She jokes. I take her hand, letting her help me up. And for the first time in a long while, I don't feel like a background character in my own life. Maybe this birthday is going to be better than I had expected.

By the time Kate wheels me back through the medical wing's hallway, my chest feels lighter. I can't tell if it's the kiss, the sunlight, or just the fact that, for the first time in a long time, I feel like someone really sees me.

We're laughing at one of Kate's terrible impressions of Steve ("Language!" she says in a fake-deep voice, holding up an imaginary shield) when we turn the corner into my hospital room, and everything stops.

The room is... glowing. Streamers in purple and red hang loosely from the ceiling. There are balloons everywhere. Some Avengers-themed, others with "Happy Birthday!" printed in glitter. My bed is surrounded by snacks, presents, and handmade decorations. Someone even stuck a banner over the window that reads: "Y/n—Top of Her Class and Queen of Badasses."

And then.... "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

The room erupts in cheers. I blink, startled, as people begin stepping out from where they'd been hiding. Steve's standing at the foot of my bed, grinning. Pepper and Tony are by the snack table (which, of course, is colour-coordinated). Clint's got a party hat on backwards. Even Bruce is there, waving from the corner.

But it's the next voices that break me completely. "We got you! We actually got you!" Tommy cheers. Billy is right behind him, his face lit up. "You didn't even guess!" I'm almost too stunned to speak. "Wait, you guys planned this?" I ask in shock. "Well, Uncle Steve and moms helped a little." Billy admits with a grin, "But we made the decorations. Look!" He runs over to show me a clumsily drawn poster that reads "Best Sister Ever" with stick figures of the three of us drawn beneath it.

My throat tightens. "You guys..." Tommy launches himself forward, arms wrapping tightly around my waist before he seems to remember I'm injured and pulls back. "Oops! Sorry! I didn't mean to...did I hurt you?" I shake my head, tears stinging my eyes. "No. You're okay. Come here."

They both crowd me then, Billy on one side, Tommy on the other, snuggling up to me as best they can without bumping the healing wounds. I run my fingers through their hair, holding them close. "I missed you both." I whisper. "We missed you more." Billy says, looking up with wide, honest eyes. "Are you gonna come home soon?"

I look at them, at their innocence, their hope, and despite everything that's happened, I can't bring myself to say anything but, "Yeah. Soon." Tommy grins. "Good! 'Cause we need someone to settle who's better at Mario Kart." He declares. "Definitely not you," Billy shoots back, making Tommy gasp and begin a dramatic argument, and I just laugh. I haven't laughed like this in forever.

I don't notice her until I hear the soft cough behind me. "Room for one more?" I glance up and there's Yelena, standing awkwardly near the doorway with a bag slung over her shoulder and that familiar half-smile she always wears when she's trying not to look too emotional. "Lena." I smile. "Get over here." She strides forward, more confidently now, and kneels beside my bed. "You know, I had a speech planned. Something dramatic about Russian strength and glorious birthdays. But now I feel like an idiot." She sighs. I chuckle. "You're my idiot."

Her smile softens, and she reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Happy birthday, malyshka." I smile widely. Since she has been back, she's been a breath of fresh air. I sometimes go months at a time without seeing her and I realise now how much she does in my life and how much I wish she was around more.

"Thanks. For coming. For... all of it." She nods. "I would burn the world down for you. But instead, I helped decorate and resisted the urge to strangle Tony. Which is almost harder." I snort and take her hand, squeezing it tightly. "I'm really glad you're here." I tell her honestly. She leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead, staying close. "Just don't scare me like this again, okay?" She practically orders. "No promises," I whisper.

Kate's still nearby, arms folded, watching the exchange with an amused little smile. She doesn't say anything, but when Yelena steps back, she gives Kate a subtle nod of approval. I don't miss it, and neither does Kate, judging by the soft pink tint to her cheeks.

Eventually, everyone gathers around. Steve insists on speeches. He actually wrote one, of course he did! Tony hands out cupcakes and calls it "nutrition for emotionally stunted heroes." Clint juggles party favours for the twins. Bruce accidentally knocks over a stack of gift bags and looks mortified.

And me? I just sit there, taking it all in. The laughter. The chaos. The family. It's messy and weird and loud, but it's ours. I can't remember the last time we all just existed together. Not during a mission. Not under stress. Just as people. As a family. I lean back against the pillows, the bracelet Kate gave me catching the light, and I smile.

I've never had this many people show up for me before. The medical bay isn't exactly the most glamorous venue, but no one seems to care. It's alive with laughter, the kind of laughter that vibrates through the walls and settles somewhere deep in your bones. For a while, I just sit there, watching everyone move and talk and tease each other, absorbing the atmosphere like it might disappear if I blink.

The tray table in front of me has become a mountain of tissue paper, ribbons, and gift bags. I've unwrapped more things in the past twenty minutes than I have in the last three birthdays combined. Kate is still right beside me, comfortably close, legs crossed at the ankle, her fingers brushing mine every so often as she hands me each present. It's subtle, but grounding.

From Clint, it's a custom arrow set with glittery purple fletching and tiny inscriptions carved into each shaft. "You'll have to work on your draw, obviously," he jokes. "But when you do, you'll be better than Bishop." Kate scoffs. "Untrue. But cute."

Tony's gift is as over-the-top as expected. A sleek tactical vest designed specifically for fieldwork, complete with integrated tech and a touch of ridiculous Stark flair. "Look, it glows when you're under UV light," he says proudly. "Very nightclub assassin." Pepper rolls her eyes, but her handwritten card makes my chest tighten in a way I don't expect. It says, simply: We see you. Always have. Always will.

Bruce hands me a leather-bound journal filled with his recovery notes, complete with diagrams and some shaky sketches of me in various combat poses. I laugh when I see one labelled: "High kick of doom, 3.5 ft trajectory." There's even a small pouch attached with a hand-carved wooden pen. "You'll need to track your healing. I thought it might help to write it down." I don't say it, but I will. I will write everything down. The good, the bad, and especially the parts where I've felt like I didn't exist. Because now? It feels like I do.

I'm still smiling when the crowd begins to shift, people making room as two familiar figures step forward, each holding something in their hands. The noise in my head returns, just a little. Mom and Mama.

They've been here this whole time, quietly moving through the celebration, helping out, cleaning up plates, never taking the spotlight. I noticed it earlier, and I've been thankful for it. I needed space. I still do. But now they're here, in front of me, and it's harder to keep the barrier around my chest intact.

Nat steps up first, her hands clasped around a long rectangular case. It's black, sleek, familiar. My stomach knots in anticipation. "I, uh..." She hesitates. Natasha Romanoff hesitates. That alone is enough to jolt something inside me. "I wasn't sure what to get you. I've never been great at birthdays. But these... these kept me alive for a long time. And I think it's time they had a new owner."

She opens the case and turns it toward me. Inside is a matched set of weapons. Intimate, in a way only warriors understand. Twin shock batons, sleek and polished with matte-silver handles engraved in Russian script. A Glock 43, lightweight and efficient, with a grip she's worn smooth over the years. And the Widow's Bite cuffs, the real ones, resting on black velvet.

My breath catches. "These are..." I blink down at them, my hands hesitant to reach forward. "Yours?" Nat nods. "They were. Now they're yours. I always knew that you would be a better Agent than me. I just wish I had shown that pride more." There's emotion in her voice, but she reins it in expertly. She doesn't reach for me. Doesn't try to hug or explain too much. She just offers them, like a passing of legacy. Of trust.

I nod slowly, something like awe and confusion twisting through my chest. "Thanks. They're... badass. When I was training, I always based my tactics off you using these." I share a glimpse into what she missed. She gives a quiet smile, a flash of hurt in her eyes, but steps back without comment. I don't miss the way her fingers twitch slightly at her sides, as if resisting the urge to do more.

Then Wanda steps forward, her gift flatter, wrapped in dark green and tied with a silky ribbon. She holds it carefully, like it's something ancient. "No weapons in this one," she says, smiling, "unless you count Frodo's sword." She jokes. I give her a curious look and begin unwrapping the gift, careful with the ribbon. When I peel back the paper and lift the lid, my heart skips.

First editions. Hardcovers. Faded gold lettering on rich leather bindings. The Lord of the Rings trilogy. The original artwork. My fingers hover over the covers, reverent. "Where did you find these?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"I didn't," Wanda says softly. "They were mine. I've kept them for years. You used to sneak into our room when you thought we were asleep, remember? You'd hide under our covers with a flashlight and whisper-read Gandalf's speeches like you were preparing for battle." I do remember. Vividly. That tiny space of time when everything felt safe and warm, when their room was my sanctuary.

I don't realize how hard I'm gripping the box until Kate gently places her hand over mine. "These are..." I swallow. "Wow." It's all I can manage to get out. Both of these gifts have been so thoughtful, and they've caught me completely off guard. Wanda's voice lowers. "I wanted you to have something that reminded you of how strong you already are. Even when you felt small."

A lump forms in my throat, but I force it down. I nod. Not because I'm ready to forgive. But because I'm not ready to push them away either. "Thanks." I say quietly. "Really." And just like that, they back away. No expectations. No more pressure. I appreciate that. It's like they're finally listening to me.

It would've been so easy for them to hijack the day and to make it about apologies or guilt. But instead, they've given me room. Let me have this one day to feel like I'm the centre of it all. And I needed that more than I ever realized.

The party picks up again, as Clint accidentally knocks over a cupcake tower and Billy yells "five-second rule!" before diving for the last chocolate one. Laughter ripples through the room like it belongs there, like we all do.

Kate squeezes my hand again and I smile at her, letting myself melt into the comfort of her presence. That's when I notice it. A movement, subtle and precise. Mama is watching. She's near the far wall now, leaning against it with her arms folded. But her eyes are locked on Kate. Not hostile. Not even judgmental. Just... focused. It's that hyper-vigilant mother-spy thing I haven't seen in years.

Kate follows my gaze and catches Nat's eyes, lifting her chin in subtle challenge. Natasha doesn't blink. Just tips her head slightly, evaluating. I huff a quiet laugh and shake my head. "She's profiling you." Kate smirks. "I should be flattered."

"You should be cautious," I whisper, nudging her with my elbow. "She has very creative ways of intimidating people." Kate leans closer, her voice low and teasing. "Good thing I'm hard to scare." I believe her. And I believe, for the first time in a long time, that someone might actually stick around. Not because they pity me. But because they want to.

The laughter has begun to soften now. People are settling into quieter conversations, cups half-finished, frosting smudges drying on napkins. The decorations still flutter gently in the airflow of the room, streamers casting coloured shadows across the walls like echoes of the joy they helped shape.

I'm still riding the high of it. The weightless kind of happiness that you don't quite trust to last, but you cling to anyway. That's when the door opens, and the atmosphere shifts. Even before I see him, I feel him.

Nick Fury doesn't enter a room. He commands it. Even here, surrounded by friends, cupcakes, and glittery party hats, he's unmistakable. The kind of presence you don't forget once it's in your life. "Don't mind me," he says, his voice a familiar gravel tone, softer than usual but still laced with authority. "Just came to see the guest of honour." He smiles.

A quiet hush falls over the room as he approaches. The tension isn't fear, it's more like reverence. Respect. The kind that makes people straighten their spines without realizing they're doing it. He walks to my bedside, pausing just beside the tray table, arms behind his back. His eye meets mine with a steadiness I've always found both comforting and intimidating.

"You gave us a scare, kid." I smile faintly, keeping his gaze. "Didn't mean to." He doesn't laugh, but something in his expression softens. "I read the full mission report," he says. "I know what went down. And I know it was my call that put you there in the first place." My chest tightens. I shake my head immediately, the instinct to defend him rushing forward. "It wasn't your fault," I say. "You didn't know someone on the inside had turned. You couldn't have." I defend.

Fury's jaw flexes. "It doesn't matter." He replies after a beat. "I should've. Should've read deeper. Dug harder. Hell, I should've seen it coming. That's my job. To know before anyone else does. To protect you." His voice cracks, just barely. But it's enough. It unsettles me. Because I've never seen him like this. Vulnerable, human in a way that doesn't wear a patch or a trench coat. And it's not guilt for guilt's sake. It's care. "You've done more for me than most people ever have," I say quietly. "You gave me a chance. You trained me like I mattered. You saw me." I admit.

He lets out a breath, slow and rough. Then he nods. It's not to brush it off, but to acknowledge it. "You're one hell of an agent, Y/n. I've seen plenty come and go, but you've got something different. Grit. Instinct. Fire." She observes. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice to a gravel-soft whisper. "Don't let what happened change what you know about yourself." I swallow hard, nodding slowly. "I won't."

And then, in a rare moment of unspoken affection, he rests a calloused hand gently on my shoulder, just for a second, before straightening and stepping back. As he turns to leave, he casts a long look toward Nat and Wanda near the back of the room. His gaze lingers, and something in it, maybe warning, maybe reassurance, passes unspoken between them before he disappears through the door.

I exhale only once he's gone. Then, just as I start to gather my thoughts, Dr. Cho re-enters the room with a clipboard and her no-nonsense smile. "Okay, everyone," she announces, clapping her hands together once. "Quick update before you all crash from sugar and emotional whiplash." The room chuckles in response. I sit up straighter, something in my gut already stirring.

"Y/n, your scans look great. The infection's resolved, and your vitals have been strong for the past forty-eight hours. Based on today's assessment..." She pauses, flipping a page like she doesn't already have it memorized. "You're officially being discharged tomorrow morning."

The room erupts louder than it did the first time. This time it's more than celebration. It's relief. Release. Tommy jumps up like someone plugged him into an outlet. "You're coming home?! Like really home?!" He questions excitedly. Billy's already halfway into planning mode. "We have to do a welcome-back breakfast. Wait, no, brunch. Brunch is fancier. And we can use the good mugs!"

I laugh, the real kind, as they both launch themselves into my arms, hugging me with as much force as they dare. "I missed you guys," I murmur into their hair. "We missed you more," Tommy says without hesitation, grinning up at me.

Across the room, I catch sight of Nat and Wanda. They're not saying anything. Not pushing their way into the moment. But I can see it on their faces, the way Wanda's lips tremble just slightly, the way Nat's arms remain crossed tightly over her chest like she's holding herself together by sheer force of will. They're relieved. Genuinely relieved. And they're holding back. For me. It means more than I know how to say.

Still... as the twins start rattling off pancake toppings and "who gets to sit next to Y/n at the table," a familiar flutter of anxiety flickers to life in my chest. I'm going home. To the apartment I once called mine. The home that now feels half-foreign and half-frozen in time. To Nat's watchful eyes and Wanda's worry-laced hovering. I know they love me. I believe that now, at least a little. But I don't know if I'm ready to live under that roof again. To be seen that closely. To be reminded of everything that fractured before I ended up in this hospital bed.

Kate must sense the shift in my energy. Her hand closes around mine, steady and warm. "You're not doing this alone." She murmurs. Before I can answer, Yelena slides in from the other side, arms folded but her eyes fierce. "I will be checking on you. Every day." She promises. Kate smirks. "We've got it covered."

"I'm serious," Yelena adds. "If they hover, I will stare them down until they leave the room. If they make too much soup, I'll eat it out of spite." She says with a straight face. Kate leans in toward me, her voice barely a whisper. "She will. I've seen her do it." She chuckles.

"I don't need babysitters." I murmur, but there's no real heat in my voice. Yelena raises a brow. "Good. Then we're just company." She corrects. "Support." Kate adds. I glance between them, and something loosens in my chest. Maybe I can go home. Because this time, I'm not going back alone.

The room is quieter now, but it still glows with the remnants of laughter and light. Nat and Wanda remain in the background, not imposing, not forcing. They're waiting. Not for forgiveness but for me. And I think that matters most of all.

The soft hum of conversation has tapered into scattered goodbyes, quiet laughter, and the rustle of gift bags being gathered. The scent of vanilla frosting still lingers in the air, mingling with the sterile but oddly comforting smell of hospital-grade fabric softener.

I sit at the edge of the bed now, legs dangling over the side, blanket wrapped loosely around my shoulders as Kate helps me tuck away a few of the smaller gifts into a bag. Most of the guests have left. The noise has died down to a gentle murmur. It's just us now, me, Kate, Yelena, my moms, and the twins, who have passed out on a beanbag in the corner under a pile of discarded wrapping paper.

Kate shifts beside me, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. "Alright, Bishop Security detail clocking out," she says, offering a playful two-finger salute. I chuckle at her goofiness, and I can't hide the flutter to my heart. "But I'll be back tomorrow. Bright and early. Probably with coffee and really bad jokes."

"Looking forward to it," I reply, trying to keep my voice light, though a quiet kind of sadness starts settling in my chest. I don't want the day to end. Not yet. Not when it finally felt like everything was okay. Kate seems to sense it. She steps closer, her smile softening as her eyes search mine.

"Hey." she says, gently brushing a stray hair from my face, her fingers lingering near my cheek. "You did good today." I huff a small laugh. "I didn't do much." I sigh. "Still," she says, her voice quieter now. "You let yourself have today. That matters." She points out.

She leans in slowly, giving me time, and I meet her halfway. The kiss is brief, gentle, warm, a promise wrapped in quiet goodbye, but it anchors something deep in me. It's the kind of kiss that doesn't demand anything. It just reminds me I'm not alone.

When she pulls back, we're both smiling. But of course, nothing in my life happens without some form of chaos. "I swear to god, Bishop," Yelena calls from the doorway, arms crossed and smirking, "if you break her heart, I will personally staple your arrows together and feed them to you." Kate blinks a flash of fear in her eyes, then she grins. "Creative." She shrugs, trying to play it cool. "I'm Russian. We invent new ways to threaten people daily."

I burst into laughter, chest-shaking laughter that makes me wince slightly, but I don't care. It's worth it. Kate just shrugs like it's part of the deal, then throws me a wink before heading for the door. "Sleep, okay?" she calls back. "I will." I say, holding her gaze a second longer. "See you tomorrow."

Once she and Yelena slip out, the room falls into a softer stillness. The kind that lingers when the lights have dimmed and the buzz of the day begins to fade. Mama, Nat, steps forward first, arms crossed but eyes gentle. "She seems nice," she says, voice casual, but the comment lingers in the air.

I turn to look at her, studying her face for any sign of disapproval. But it's not there. Her expression is sincere, measured, and, if I'm reading it right, curiously fond. "She is." I reply, testing the waters.

Mom then joins us, walking up beside Nat with a little nod of agreement. "She's kind. Confident. I like her. I'm excited to see more of her around the house." I blink at her, surprised. Mom has always been the more intuitive of the two, more emotionally open, but still. The ease in her voice, the warmth, it catches me off guard.

"You're not going to interrogate her?" I ask, only half-teasing. "Only a little," Nat says dryly, but there's no edge to it. Just a trace of the protectiveness I used to crave from her, back when I didn't think I deserved it.

For a beat, none of us speak. They stay near, not hovering, not pressing in. Just... present. And for the first time in a long time, it doesn't feel suffocating. I ease myself back onto the bed, wincing slightly at the pull in my side. The hospital room is quieter now, dimmer. The balloons have started to droop, and the party glow is beginning to flicker out.

My eyes flick to the stack of gifts beside me. Clint's arrows, Mom's books, Mama's weapons. Kate's bracelet still rests gently against my wrist, glinting faintly under the soft lamplight. Today was a good day.

But now that it's over, a gnawing restlessness settles in my chest. Tomorrow, I go home. The word tastes foreign in my mouth. Home. That apartment. That space full of memories, some good, some aching like bruises not fully healed. I can already see the way they'll watch me. The soft questions. The hovering. The awkward silences when no one knows what to say. And I'm not sure I'm ready for it. But I'll go. Because something inside me, faint and fragile, wants to try. And I also know it have no other choice.

The quiet stretches long now, the day finally unwinding. Wanda kisses my forehead gently before retreating to gather the twins. Nat lingers just a moment longer, eyes sweeping over me like she's committing this version of me to memory. "Sleep well dekta. I love you." She says quietly, not making a fuss or waiting for a response. She simply leans in and presses a soft kiss to my head and joins Mom with carrying a sleeping Tommy out of the room.

I'm left alone with the hum of machines, the echo of laughter still clinging to the walls, and the distant warmth of Kate's goodbye on my lips. And for the first time in a long time, I let the silence hold me. Tomorrow begins something new. Maybe hard. But maybe good, too. And maybe that's enough.

Taglist: @reggierizzoli @ordelixx @mousetheorist @oh-thats-cute-blog @bstvst @waiqui @fxckmiup @kosmichs1 @theprincipality @elle161989 @jusnough @nessheartnat @yelldontwhisper

[kaiserboom]

a/n: ok ok, another nagi x porn star! fem reader.. base off another ANON ask!!- why did I make reader kind of an stripper here- isn't it the same thing anyways..?? OMDS. i KINDA lost the plot 💔 CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP- AND ARE PRO! SOCCER PLAYERS. prompt: Nagi misses you bad so bad it gets to an point. he wants to hire you for one night!, asking Reo to pay you for one night. Reo agrees however only if he gets to join. cw. threesome, pure smut, ooc, rough reo??, nicknames (whore, slut) mentioned once. nagireo?. pairings: Reo mikage x porn star! fem reader x Nagi seishiro. mdni rushed/ not proofread

𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙔?!

𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝘼 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆

Nagi and his teammates had just secured a vital victory, their teamwork and determination paying off.

To celebrate their hard-earned win, they decided to hit a bar- not any kind of bar, but a strip club. Nagi, who preferred the comfort of his video games and a quiet night at home, was initially hesitant about the plan to have a boys' night out. Reo, however, convinced him that associating with his team could be fun- and even memorable.

Finally arriving at the bar, they found the place was packed-crowds filled every corner, the air was thick with the sounds of pulsing music and the rhythmic beats blasted through everyone's ear's like an intense rampage.

Spotting his teammates gathered at a table, Nagi made his way over and sat down. Glancing around, he noticed everyone ordering drinks- some choosing cocktails, while others settled on beer. His eyes scanned across the room before locking with Reo's. "What are you ordering, Nagi?" Reo asked, his gaze sliding him a teasing look. Nagi scoffed and shrugged. "I'll order whatever you order."

Reo raised an eyebrow at his sudden response. "Can't you order something without my help?"

Nagi rolled his eyes, his voice dipping into a mock-annoyance. "I didn't even want to be here- you made me come."

Reo sighs with a pestering smile. "I wanted you to come because I heard Y/n would be here... isn't she your favorite pornstar?"

Nagi's jaw drops in shock, his body jolting slightly. he glances across the table hoping no one heard what Reo said. "What the hell?! So what if she is..?" he grumbles, trying to brush off his embarrassment.

Reo snickers, shaking his head. "I mean- it's a strip club. maybe you could hire her or something." Nagi sulks, crossing his arms in frustration. "I don't have the money for that, and you know that already! You stupid nepo baby."

Reo grins mischievously. "Relax... I could hire her for you. Only if you..."

Nagi's eyes narrow, darting sharply toward Reo. "Only if I what?" he demands.

Reo stares at Nagi for a while. "let me join. You have to be fair Nagi, after all it is my money that I'm spending."

Nagi mind raced to the thought of Reo joining in. Maybe it wasn't an terrible idea after all. he can imagine both men sharing you.

Nagi scoffed. "Fine. But just so you know, I'm not taking anything up my ass." Reo raised an eyebrow at his response "we'll see."

Both men stood up to leave the table. Catching the attention of one of there teammates. Zantetsu "where you guys going?" He asked before taking a glance at his watch. "Don't tell me your leaving."

Reo laughs. "Stupid Zantestu... where just heading to the bathroom" Nagi Nodded in agreement to Reo's terrible excuse.

They both walk off. leaving Zantestu behind. before he could even question. Why Reo needs Nagi to come with.

turning the corner. Nagi saw you talking with someone else, the way you were so pretty- his eyes were drawn to your figure. Sudden rush of warmth spread through his body, like he was caught in with love sick fever.

Reo approaches you with a smile. "Hey princess. was wondering are you free tonight? do you mind if we book you today."

Reo glances at Nagi. giving him a subtle nod to take the assist "Hey... I seen- You make those contents... and I saw on your story... that"

Reo scoffed at Nagi's hesitating "What he trying to say. are you up to an threesome?"

SMUT MDNI.

You could feel both men hands lingering around your hips, their touches possessive almost like they are fighting over you- just the way there hands grips onto your skin.

"Reo let go." Nagi murmured, pulling you towards his direction. a subtle hint of desires in his eyes.

You would be lying if you said this wasn't turning you on. your pussy in display dripping on the bedsheets below.

"Look how wet she is." Reo cooed.

He glance back at Nagi. "lift her up for me." Reo ordered calmly.

Nagi groans annoyed at Reo's commanding tone. treating him like he some sort of puppet.

But despite his irritation at Reo, he still complies to his orders. Moving out of Reo's way to give him space for him to turn your body. "Arch for me, Princess." his tone was firm yet so commanding.

You softly nodded in response. Carefully you shifted yourself onto your hands and knees, before arching your back upward, lifting your hips high to the position Reo had requested.

Nagi watching all this from the couch. Couldn't help but softly stroke his cock to your lewd position and also the way Reo was manhandling you. your eyes fixed on his furious tip.

The way it was oozing with Pre-cum. because of you.

Reo visibly annoyed, with a roll of his eyes, grabbed your hair, causing you to turn to him. "Really? your looking at him?" he scoffed. "Of course you are. Porn-star slut." You bit your lower lip holding the soft moans and whimpers that threaten to slip out.

Reo didn't even try to prep you. it's not like this is your first time. you fuck around for a living. feeling his delicious tip at your entrance made you shudder.

Feeling the way it's slides into you so perfectly. "F-fuck! so tight.." he groans. His hands seized your hips, the nails biting into your flesh.

Your moans slips out from your lips. Causing Reo to hum. "mhm atta girl." His hips jerks into you. causing you to let out a soft yelp. "Argh..mhm R-Reo." You close your eyes feeling so close to your ograsm. The way your pussy clamped around his immense cock.

Your hands tightening around the sheets. soft moans escaping out of your mouth. Your head tilts towards Nagi. Watching how he jerking to you and Reo.

Watching how Nagi's hands clamp around his cock. you can't help but get wetter from watching him relentlessly fist himself. You couldn't think straight- not when Reo's massive cock is pounding you into fourth dimension.

You felt so overstimulated. "Fuck.. keep squeezing me like that" Reo moans into your ear. You felt so helpless squirming.

"Reo when is it mine turn.. unfair Nepo child." your eyes obverse Nagi. You felt Reo softly pull out-not fully though.

"Really Nagi- wait your turn." you gasped feeling how your pussy clench around noting. Reo thrusts in you again. His hands reaches towards your hair. Gripping your hair tightly in an make-shift ponytail.

Glancing up, you saw how the bed dipped beneath Nagi's weight. "your a rude person. stupid Reo." Reo scoffed, confused at his sudden outburst. "excuse me?- aha fuck!" Reo lets out a choked out moan. Nagi lined his cock with Reo's rear. before thrusting in. Shoving the whole thing in one single motion.

"Your an huge slut, R-Reo. keep on fucking her- aha" Reo groans, nodding as he begins to slowly move into you-gentle, steady movements. Even while he trembling like scarecrow. due to the sudden pleasures Nagi giving him. Nagi begins thrusting more, groaning into Reo's neck "fucking shut up... such a hassle.."

Reo eyes flutter shut. the way your gummy walls were swallowing him ten times more. He was overstimulated already. He didn't need Nagi's delicious cock thrusting into him.

"I'm closee!" you softly moaned out, letting your legs quivering. Reo sobs out. Nodding with you "mhm! fuck!" he leans in kissing you in an tense, passionate kiss. Nagi to focus on chasing his own pleasures. deeply immersed by the moment.

"fucking slut's." He groaned before pounding into Reo. your eyes roll to back of your skull. feeling Reo's hands rub your clitoris. you arch your body more. "i-im cumming! im cumming!" you sob. Reo's eyes widened at the way your pussy tightens around him.

"Fuck princess!- N-nagi! relax a fucking bit-aha!" Reo eyes shut close. he knows he close. few final thrusts into you, he starts cumming in you. The room was filled with rhythm of movement, empathizing the intensity of the moment. Nagi inhaled sharply watching his own best friend come undone.

you let out a soft moan as Reo's warmth surrounds you. "R-Reo" you whispered. feeling overwhelmed from your high. Nagi who still thrusting into Reo- is not even close.

"nah, not done yet." he said with a firm tone indicating he wasn't ready to stop. he gently pulls out of Reo. letting Reo flop upon the bed sore and exhausted from his previous climax.

"Both of you, arch your fucking backs."

[thecircularsystem]

"Anti-Recovery"

The words "anti-recovery" are thrown around a lot in system spaces -- typically to tell people what to do and what to not do in their own recoveries. Ignoring just how blatantly inappropriate that is (I don't feel anyone on tumblr is posting as someones personal medical team), I want to discuss what those words actually mean to me.

Anti-recovery, to me, is something that gets in the way of an individual's recovery. Pretty straightforward. And, by that same token, this means that there is no way to label something as completely, no matter what, anti-recovery. Sure, you can speak up about things that are usually anti-recovery! But you cannot say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that something is anti-recovery, because everyone will recover in different ways. Recovery looks different for everyone!

Let's tackle a few common ones. This got rambly and enormous, so bear with me.

Purposefully splitting, or splitting a lot is anti-recovery.

Splitting in CDD systems is largely a coping mechanism. It is done to help cope with situations. Whether the person has control over the split or not is of no consequence; what matters is their distress level. If splitting helps bring an individual's distress down, then inherently, that is going to be better for them -- and if it keeps them alive, then it's vital.

When we (purposefully, in a way) split Debra, our distress got so, so much worse in many ways. It absolutely impacted our recovery negatively, because we were not in a position to handle those emotions... but on the the other hand, splitting Debra kept me from killing myself. I would rather be distressed than dead.

It is possible for a coping mechanism to be unhealthy, of course -- just look at syscourse for many individuals! But unhealthy is not the same as anti-recovery. Unhealthy means it is hurtful for the individual; but harm reduction is an aspect of recovery in many cases.

Celebrating splitting is anti-recovery.

Connected to the above idea, celebrating splits can definitely be unhealthy for some people! It could be anti-recovery for some people -- and for others, it may be incredibly healthy and help aid in recovery.

In our system, celebrating our splits has led to them feeling welcomed, loved, and valued -- which, in turn, helped them to integrate further with us. Trying to push away that split, or complaining about splitting, or even resenting the part for coming into existence... that's resentment toward my own self. That's distress, caused my self-loathing. That definitely would not help me recover!

Being miserable about your disorder is anti-recovery.

This disorder is difficult to live with. You are allowed to be upset about the hurdles you must jump over, particularly when others do not have to jump over those hurdles. You are allowed to be frustrated with how hard life can be!

Looking at someone else’s misery and insisting they are hurting themselves by being miserable is not your place. They likely would also like to not be miserable! Give them that space to recover.

Even hating your parts can be part of your recovery process. I’m not saying it’s healthy; for us, it was absolutely anti-recovery. It hurt us, and stopped us from continuing in recovery. But it was also part of my process of survival; if I accepted all of my parts outright, it would���ve meant confronting my trauma head on — which would’ve been more anti-recovery in the moment.

Identifying with sources is anti-recovery.

Identifying with source is already such a vague statement as it is. Do you mean something similar to kinning? Do you mean using the name of the character you interjected from? Do you mean considering source memories as real?

Whatever you mean — it can be helpful for that individual. And it can even vary by part! For us, for instance, some of our introjects relate far more heavily with source. Some of our introjects abandoned source ASAP. Some are in the middle.

Our introjects who separated fully from source benefit from it because it gives them the opportunity to view themselves as their own person; they started to form their own identity and ideals, and can continue that work easily. Our introjects who relate heavily to source benefit from it because they process the pseudomemories they have and the source trauma, and apply those lessons to our life; accepting their trauma as real and impacting us has led to us processing our trauma through their lens.

Allowing your system members to individualize is anti-recovery.

This goes along with the, “you must admit you’re just one person” mentality; the idea that accepting personhood and having your own identity is somehow harmful.

Identifying strictly as different people with no connection to one another was harmful for me. But it’s not harmful for everyone. By the same token, thinking of ourselves only as parts, just fragmented pieces of a single personality, also was harmful for me. It’s not harmful for everyone.

Allowing my system members to individualize physically — packers for the men, jewelry for those who like it, personal clothing or aesthetic pieces that help folks feel more like themselves — makes them comfortable enough to exist, front, and most of all, talk to the rest of us (and my therapist). Allowing them to individualize personally — different hobbies, rooms innerworld, and beliefs — helps them to feel closer together and more integrated.

I just exist. I’m not even “allowing” things — I’m just here. And so are hundreds of others who also don’t view this as an anti-recovery sentiment.

Intentional dissociation or barriers to integration are anti-recovery.

Intentionally raising barriers between ourselves meant I could no longer access memories I was torturing myself with, which other parts split to handle.

Intentionally raising barriers between ourselves meant our ace parts no longer were co-conscious anytime we fuck, feeling much more at ease.

Intentionally raising barriers between ourselves meant we now also intentionally began reaching out, talking to one another and purposefully seeking integration — rather than feeling pulled along outside of our control.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ feels recovery centered to me! And it is for many others!

And so much more!

Genuinely, there’s so many more. I could get into littlescourse, dignity of risk, everything.

At the end of the day: all of the things above could be anti-recovery. You can be so miserable that you prevent yourself from healing. You can be so dissociated that you prevent yourself from healing. You can be splitting so frequently that you cannot heal.

But there’s cases where those things can also help someone’s recovery.

Please: don’t deal in absolutes. What works for your system might not work for others.

[centrally-unplanned]

I actually dont think this has very much to do with "fandom brain" because it is a dynamic you didn't see very much in the past and don't in some other countries today. It is related, for sure, fandom types are definitely the "kind of person" to valorize celebrities and all that. But "expecting that celebrity to align with your values in their personal life" as a dominating ideology is very new, and plenty of fandom-types just don't care about that at all.

Other fandom-types *aren't* celebrity-focused in any way, drawing fan art without ever learning a single detail about the author of the inspiring work. I know many people into fandoms that have never even read the original canon work! They saw fanart, read fic, played fan games, whatever, and got into the fandom that way and stay that way. It is a diverse field, and not defined by concern for the celebrity.

I lack some fundamental traits neccesary for real Fandom brain I think. The idea of being exclusively obsessed with repeatedly rereading(watching, playing, etc) one series until I know every aspect of it intimately is just very foreign to me. There's so much other stuff out there!

[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

The Avengers (+) On Gift Giving

Pepper: Absolutely wonderful, as usual. - But seriously: gives very practical, well thought out gifts.

Tony: I refer you to the bunny. Mostly makes or repairs stuff for people.

Thor: Decent at gift giving, but it's usually weapons, alcohol, or something he saw randomly in a shop window that he thinks he heard someone say they wanted. Basically, he gifts based on vibes.

Natasha: Gets something she knows someone wants but won't buy themselves (like a new printer or smth).

Clint: Inside jokes and cringey mugs/t-shirts/etc. are his go to.

Steve: Personalized paintings or things he knows someone specifically wants.

Bruce: Makes gifts unless he thinks of a specific thing for someone.

Peter Parker (yes, I am aware he is Jewish. this does not have to be for Christmas): Goes on one big shopping trip with nothing specific in mind with a list of people. Makes his own cards.

Sam: Depends on the person, but usually he does fun holiday stuff or books. (ex. Christmas tree mugs or personalized ornaments)

Rhodey: Asks people what they want. Sometimes gets things he thinks they need.

Bucky: Ridiculously good at getting exactly what someone wants without them saying anything about it.

T'Challa: Very spot-on gifts, that are very practical. This does not apply to Shuri, who gets memes (interpret that as you will).

Fury: Gift cards and passive-agressive books.

Maria Hill: Sticks to the classics. Socks, chocolate, ornaments, etc.

Coulson: Makes most gifts and cards off of memories and inside jokes. Very personal stuff.

[purpurussy]

everything Dan said about labels in BIG was so extremely real and personal to me and people really gloss over a lot of it sometimes I need to talk about it more about it when I'm not exhausted

[torchickentacos]

i will always shout praises of bi4bi but given recent discourse I feel the need to say that I love bi4het too! I just love bisexuality in general in its many forms, and anyone who only likes it when it's 'queer enough' for them is biphobic. Bisexuals should be able to bring their LaMe CiShEt BoYfRiEnD to pride without being made to feel like spectators and outsiders to their own event.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

🏘️

[eddiegettingshot]

agree sm with your last post. the girl (the one who just made the joke, not the one who dmed him being a weirdo) was just fooling around without attacking him or something like that and os posted her account on his stories and now i'm seeing everyone jumping on her. i saw three people saying “kys” which is crazy because she's just 19 and she didn't do nothing wrong???

right like sorry but in the grand scheme of things even if she HAD lied (to spread the rumor that oliver is... looking at ryan's mentions for posts about himself? something that wouldn't mean anything and would also make sense for him to do?) the payoff of blasting some random fan on your huge platform to your followers who are so deranged even YOU cannot stand them half the time, over something the entire fandom has been joking about for at least a full day, is still pretty much zero. and then there's the fact that he clearly would have had to go look at her twitter account to see she'd said any of that, because as far as i can tell there was no mention of it on her instagram, which is where she actually interacted with him. so...? like this is so immature and annoying to me lol. and this is a guy who's been having problems with his fans on and off for like. years. it's not like he's completely unaware about how it works. literally don't look at your message requests, turn your dms off, turn your comments off, stop opening twitter, log OFFFFFF

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

been seeing a lot of anti-billford on my dash today so (in addition to unfollowing those people) I would like to clarify the following things

yeah no shit it's an abusive relationship. it's called "toxic yaoi" for a reason. it being abusive is not news to me. I like it

ford is not a real person. I am not actually celebrating real abuse. it's fiction. I can revel in his suffering all I want because it's not real

[ventbloglite]

Honestly I'll never get over how some people turned on Cavetown so quickly when it turned out he's not cis. Like I'm not saying that he never had people who didn't like his early music, because music is art and art is subjective and thus everyone's opinion is going to differ, just that it's very telling that he became a prime target for those who want to belittle trans mascs/trans men as a whole.

And it's frustrating that 'Boys will be bugs' is the song they point out as 'a stupid ukelele song about bugs' because like, I don't think he could have made it any more clearly NOT about bugs? Tell me you've only read the title without telling me you've only read the title.

The first verse clearly states a bunch of 'accepted' stereotypes about teen boys especially as perceived by a young teen boy who desperately wants to be seen as tough and 'a real boy/man' and directly tells us that this is bullshit thinking because the boy also admits that he can't admit that he is insecure about himself nor can he be open about needing physical contact with others i.e. toxic masculinity is already threatening his sense of self and place in the world and leading him down a road that doesn't benefit anyone except the patriarchial system whilst making him worse and his relationships worse especially with girls whom he's been taught are the enemy and it's ok to make them cry and aaaaaah

It's such a good song okay. The lyrics are so simple, on purpose, so that anyone could grasp the concept even if you're not a man (cis or trans), trans masc or weren't raised a boy (regardless of actual gender) so didn't experience any of this.

I just--- it's very telling that some have decided to not think about this message, a message which is valuable in a fight against patriarchy if nothing else --- and weaponise the TITLE and GENRE of the song to belittle trans mascs something that was not done when he wasn't out of the closet.

( btw before anyone is like oh boo hoo is this the worst trans mascs have to worry about??? no it's not but oppression is laid brick by brick my friends and every brick weighs down on the foundation)

[face-breaker]

me making settrigh more honey badger than wolverine + giving him an addiction to sugar & sweets + reading about how honey badgers actually do have a sweet tooth, hence their name

[britneyshakespeare]

Wearing my Big Time Rush Forever Tour 2022 tshirt while I Pokemon Go to the polls