Y/N inserts (male and female)

Twice the Love (Part 3: Father-Son Bonding)

The walk home was filled with laughter and the clinking of shopping bags as Twice carried most of the load, insisting it was part of his "villain duty" to do all the heavy lifting. Y/N carried a small bag with the chest binder, clutching it like it was the most important thing in the world—which, in that moment, it kind of was.

As they turned the corner onto their street, Twice stopped suddenly, his eyes widening with a theatrical gasp.

"Hold it! We forgot something crucial!" he exclaimed, dropping the bags for emphasis.

Y/N blinked at him, confused. "We did? What?"

Twice's grin spread wide, and he leaned in conspiratorially. "Hero training gear, obviously! Every awesome son needs awesome gear. You're gonna be the flashiest, sneakiest, lightiest hero out there!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Lightiest? and why are you letting me be a hero?"

"Yep! It's a word now. Don't argue with me," Twice said, wagging a finger before hoisting the bags back up. "We're adding it to tomorrow's agenda. First stop: hero supply store. Second stop: ice cream again, because why not? and because i know youd be an amazinf hero and i think we need more LGBTQ plus heros...and please promise you wont end up like me okay buddy"

Y/N laughed, his dad's energy infectious. "Deal." Y/N hugs his dad "Love you dad"

Twice smiles and hugs him back "Love you too baby"

Back at the apartment, Y/N helped unpack the bags, sorting his new clothes into a neat pile. Twice, on the other hand, turned the process into a game, juggling socks like they were part of a circus act.

"Watch this, kiddo!" he said, tossing three socks into the air with surprising skill. "Who knew your old man had talents beyond causing chaos?"

"You're ridiculous," Y/N said, shaking his head but smiling nonetheless.

"Ridiculous? Or ridiculously awesome?" Twice shot back, catching the socks and striking a superhero pose.

Y/N rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed the chest binder. He hesitated for a moment, the weight of the item sinking in. It was a big step—one he was excited for but also a little nervous about.

"Hey, uh... Dad?" he said, his voice quieter now.

Twice turned immediately, his playful demeanor softening as he noticed the binder in Y/N's hands. "Yeah, kiddo?"

"Could you... I mean, would it be okay if you helped me figure this out? I don't want to mess it up."

Twice's face broke into a warm smile, and he walked over, placing a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Of course I'll help. We'll figure it out together, just like everything else. No rush, no pressure."

They sat on the couch, the binder laid out in front of them as Twice read the care instructions aloud, his voice unusually calm and focused. He cracked the occasional joke—"Who knew clothes came with homework?"—but Y/N could tell he was taking this seriously.

"Okay," Twice said after a while, sitting back. "You ready to give it a go? Or not? Totally your call."

Y/N nodded, taking the binder and heading to the bathroom to try it on. When he stepped out a few minutes later, his reflection in the living room mirror caught him off guard. His chest was flatter, his silhouette sharper, and for the first time, he felt like he was looking at the person he was meant to be.

Twice's reaction was immediate and over-the-top, as usual. He stood up, clapping loudly and cheering. "Look at you! Handsome, confident, unstoppable! You're gonna knock everyone's socks off, kid!"

Y/N's face turned red, but he couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. "Thanks, Dad. I feel... I feel amazing."

Twice pulled him into a tight hug, careful not to overdo it. "You are amazing, Y/N. Don't ever forget that."

That evening, they ordered takeout and sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels until they landed on a cheesy action movie. Twice provided his own commentary, mimicking the overly dramatic lines and pointing out all the plot holes.

Y/N leaned back, letting the warmth of the moment sink in. For so long, he'd been scared of how his dad might react to his transition, but now, sitting there with his dad cheering him on, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

"Hey, Dad?" Y/N said, his voice soft but steady.

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"I just... I wanted to say thanks. For everything. You didn't have to do all this, but you did, and... it means the world to me."

Twice turned to him, his expression surprisingly serious. "Y/N, listen to me. You're my kid, and I love you. There's nothing I wouldn't do to make sure you're happy. You deserve all this and more. Got it?"

Y/N nodded, his throat tightening with emotion. "Got it."

Twice grinned, his playful demeanor returning. "Good! Now pass me that remote. If we're doing a movie night, we're doing it right—with explosions and terrible one-liners!"

And as the night wore on, Y/N realized that with a dad like Twice, there was nothing he couldn't face.