#I’m the luckiest cat mom in the world

[dev-fiction]

My number 1 supporter!

[ellascreams]

My Affectionate Cat

When I’m sick you follow me You know I can’t protect myself So you make sure if I am hurt You’re there to hiss and bite

When my dad yells at you I think you must be mad But you trust it’s for your own sake And rub your face against his hand

When my mom walks in the room You know she hates being touched But I see your tail brush against her leg You couldn’t stop your love

When my sister reads aloud I see you fall asleep A cacophony of sounds you don’t understand But to you it’s a calming symphony

When you watch my sibling live their life I wonder what you’re thinking “I’m the luckiest cat in all the world” And slowly you start blinking

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

153 of 2023

Random Secrets from Others 4! [True or False]

Created by joybucket

These are all random people's secrets that I have found posted on the Internet. Put an X by the secrets you share, and elaborate if you wish. Have fun! :)

My entire life I feel like I've been living for others. ....I'm pretty successful, but I feel like I don't care about the success that I have. ...Sometimes I just wish I would just get hit by a car as I'm walking home one day, just so I don't have to deal with living anymore. I write about weed for a living, but my Middle Eastern father thinks I write about herbal tea. ☕️ I lot of people think I be in fights a lot, but I don't be in fights a lot, I just talk a lot of sh*t. (lol) I have a sugar daddy. I have an STD, and I'm afraid that no one will ever love me. I don't think I have a real personality, because I changed it so much for people to like me. I got my heart broken yesterday. 💔 I think my ex-best friend is dead, and it might be my fault. Sometimes I get really jealous of my friends' successes, and it makes me feel inferior, and I really wanna be supportive, but I can't always be. I miss my friend, even though she f*cked me over and was awful to me in the end of our friendship. I miss her, and I hope she's doing ok. I hate it when people ask me if I enjoyed the holidays with my family. I hate pretending that I enjoy it. I don't mind spending the holidays alone. My family doesn't really know me. ...and they mean nothing to me. My relationship with my sister hasn't always been the best. I was homeless for over a year. Sometimes, when I get mad at my husband, I regret marrying him. ....but then later on, when I'm not mad at him anymore, I'm really happy that I married him, and I feel like the luckiest woman alive. My parents think I'm a hardworking student, but I'm actually not. I smoke weed and drink alcohol, and my parents have no clue. I've stolen from Target. 🎯 I do drugs, I drink, I party, and I smoke weed. I pooped in a cat's litter box when I was little. I accidentally backed into my mom's car and hit it, and then I drove away and never told her about it, and she just assumed a stranger had backed into it and hit it in the parking lot. 🚘 I had a friend that I was really close with, that called me her best friend and that I really liked, and then she blocked me out of nowhere because of a political TikTok. A family member has dementia, and it's been painful watching her slowly slip away over these past few years. I wonder how I would have grown up if I hadn't been sexually assaulted when I was young. I'm afraid to tell my family that I'm transgender, because I might be rejected. I love my dad more than my mom.

I have an extended family in another state that I don't know and have never met, and I wonder if they even know that I exist. (not state, country)

When I was 18, I found out I had a sister. I used last year's tuition to travel the world, and I never told my mom. She thought I was at college the whole time. I've been single for five years, and I'm scared that I will never find somebody. My brother is my best friend in the whole world. I delivered a stillborn baby at home. I just wish my dad would reach out to me. ....because I don't know how to approach the man that hurt me so much growing up. I knew about my sister's drug use, and I didn't do enough to prevent her eventual overdose. I'm doing the worst that I ever have been in my entire life. This is the happiest I have been in awhile. I lie a lot. ....but not to people I love, just to complete strangers, because they don't need to know all that. I served time in prison. I lie and say I don't have a favorite niece, but I actually do have a favorite. My best friend and I used to kiss, and we would chalk it up to "practicing for boys." 💋 Everybody thinks I'm a positive, optimistic person, but really I'm only being positive to mask the discomfort of my insecurities and my inability to confront reality. I've egged someone's car because I was mad at them. I secretly love to speed on the roadway. 🚗 I used to be in the sex industry. Sometimes I struggle with feeling not good enough. My secret is that I'm pregnant, and nobody knows yet. I hate my boss. ....and I'm quitting tomorrow. My boyfriend killed himself in high school because of me. I regret not spending more time with my grandfather when he was alive. The first time I got in a car accident was when I was 16, right after I had gotten my driver's license. 🚘 It's been five years since my ex and I broke up, and I still miss her and love her. I believe we are on the cusp of a new world, and I am an agent of that change. I'm pretty much on the sadistic side. Sometimes I think I should have been a man, because I'm so dominant. I was probably the only one of my friends to buy Justin Bieber's album, but it was worth it. I have commitment issues, and I'm very scared of marriage. People think that I'm a really happy person and that I have my life together, but I actually really struggle to get out of bed every morning. I thought I was going to kill myself five years ago, and so I didn't make a plan for my future, and now I don't know what I'm doing. I stole a pack of gum from the store when I was a kid, and I could never bring myself to chew it, because I felt so guilty. I found out that slavery still exists. (long ago) I was arrested and put in jail for a crime I didn't commit. ...all because I looked a certain way. I served time in prison for a crime I didn't commit. When I was younger, I lost someone very close and very important to me. I feel very neglected and alone. I have someone's name tattooed on me. Something I don't normally tell people is that I've had depression. I see a therapist from time to time. I'm scared all the time. I'm really insecure, and I cover it up with my bubbly smiley-ness. 😃 I've tried a lot of drugs. I haven't had as many boyfriends as people think I have. I don't know if my parents know that I'm not a virgin. I'm addicted to sex. I've had sex on a football field. 🏈 I'm almost 30, and I've never been in a serious relationship. ...because I'm afraid of commitment. I'm really mean and judgmental inside, and I kind of hate people. I'm afraid of being alone. I have a crush on a good friend's significant other. I talk to my cat all the time. 🐈 I've been arrested before. I memorized all of *N Sync's dance moves. I drink too much. 🍷 I'm a lot meaner inside my head. I used to be a person that I'm not anymore. I'm dyslexic. I eat a lot of food when I'm depressed. I have anxiety. I have social anxiety. I lie just to get my way. I keep my age a secret. 🤫 Most people don't know this, but I'm technically still married. I hate being touched by people. ....and my friend asked me if I've been molested. I haven't; I just hate being touched. Sometimes I smell Sharpies. I ran away from home. I do not show up as my most authentic self, because I'm afraid of abandonment. I don't believe people when they say that they're proud of me, because I'm never proud of myself. I'm rebellious. I'm actually more in love with my best friend who's a girl than I am with my boyfriend of a year. I've never been in love with anyone, besides unrequited love. My dad sexually abused me. I miss all the compliments I would get when I had my worst relationship with food. I hid the fact that I was Mormon for years, because I was afraid of what people would think of me. I was a homeless drug addict for six years. I think I might be gender-fluid. ...and I am just beginning to identify as non-binary. I'm really anxious and socially awkward most of the time. ....but I try to make myself seem like a very outgoing person who is strong in my beliefs, and it's all a farce. I pretend to be stronger than I am. ...and I just can't wait 'til I start to be a little nicer to myself. I'm scared that I'm going to fail everything when I go to a real university. I don't believe in God. I'm an adult fan of LEGOs. I've failed in almost every aspect of my life. I don't believe my parents really love me; I believe they love what they think about me and what I can do for them. I think some part of my mother hates me. I hate my sister's boyfriend. I think my sister is prettier than me. My biggest insecurity is probably my weight. My biggest insecurity is my height. I've gotten use to the loneliness. I've gotten use to feeling empty inside. I've felt ok and not ok at the same time. I often feel joyful and wounded at the same time. ....and I feel that way every day (or pretty much every day). ....and I have felt that way for years. I suffer from severe depression. My depression was so bad that I was willing to try anything. People think I'm really sweet, but I've very vengeful. I'm waiting for healing from people who never healed themselves. I've waiting for the world to slow down. I'm waiting to stop being afraid of things. I'm afraid of new things and change. I regret drinking so much last night. I'm not feeling perfect at the moment, but I'm ok. A lot of days I just want to go home, lay on my floor, and scream. I don't get asked very often how I'm truly feeling or doing. I'm scared that I'm going to just work a 9-5 for the rest of my life and not do anything I want. I'm really insecure. Honestly, I'm confused. I don't know what the f*ck I'm doing. I'm lonely. I'm struggling academically. I would tell a stranger how I'm doing much more willingly than my family or a therapist. If someone asked me how I'm doing right now, I would probably cry. A lot of times it's easier to talk to a stranger... I think I'm scared to say, "I love you." I'm afraid to say I'm a Christian, because of what people might say, even though I shouldn't be, because it's something that's really important to me. I'm not happy! I'm scared to ask for help.

[double-hoe-seven]

AFC Richmond as boyfriends

Here’s a lil headcanon collection of our favorite himbos as boyfriends.

I did it again for the staff (: AFC Richmond Staff as partners

A/N: Definitely didn’t put everyone but these were my top ones and it’s 2 AM so imma leave it here.

Sam Obisanya

The absolute sweetest man you have ever met

Such a softie, very concerned about making sure you’re happy and comfortable with whatever choices you make together.

He always picks the most random times to surprise you with things; showing up at your work randomly for lunch or with coffee/tea, random little souvenirs from his away games.

He’s always putting himself second and sometimes you have to remind him “hey, babe, you can do things for yourself, you deserve nice things too.”

Just, compliments galore with him. He’ll always find a way to compliment you on something.

The most cuddly person ever, he loves public affection (hand holding, piggy backing, hugging, kissing if it’s not raunchy, etc), he really just likes showing you off because he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have you.

He takes his time with your relationship, letting it bloom and grow at it’s own pace.

There aren’t many fights between you, hardly ever, the last “fight” you had was because you couldn’t unanimously decide which dog to rescue. The solution? You adopted both, now you share a one-eyed Jack Russell Terrier named Starro and a three legged German Shepherd puppy named Harry (Pawter. He was so proud at his pun when he showed you the then 3-month old puppy.)

Again, just the sweetest, more romantic man you’ve ever met and ever will meet.

thesexisgoodtoo. hesaverygentleandgivinglover

Isaac McAdoo

Man’s stubborn.

I mean it, he is as stubborn as a mule.

I’M DEAD SERIOUS, he once pouted for 5 days when you accidentally ate the last Rolo in the flat.

But he’s also romantic in a sort of rugged way?

He won’t go shopping with you but he knows what colors look best on you, he knows what styles look good on you, and he has your sizes and shades memorized.

Bear.

Mr. sometimes-crank-teddy-bear over here.

He’ll say he doesn’t want something but he will eat half of your food if given the chance. If you step away from your food to get a drink or something, there will be a good part mission when you get back.

Its a tradition to go on a date the morning of a game, and snuggle up with a movie after the game.

You have had more than a few drunk texts from him, all of them equally funny and full of sexual innuendos.

You don’t address his Rolo addiction. It could be something much worse anyway.

Richard Montlaur

So many visits to the goat farm he was raised on!

He really has to drag you back to London after visiting his parents because you don’t want to leave all the precious goats (and you and his parents get along famously).

You spend alternating holidays with each others families (except for Bastille day, you always spend that either together or with his family.)

There are always roses in your shared flat.

It’s a constant battle over his facial hair.

He has a grudge against the way the English make French pastries.

He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch or in uncomfortable positions and then wondering why his back or neck hurts.

Little spoon.

He’s teaching you French.

This man is a smooth operator, master at flirtation and romance. He’s good at planning romantic dates and outtings.

Dani Rojas

You 100% believe his mom when she says he was born caffeinated.

One of your first dates was a Mumford and Sons concert which was an interesting experience.

Soft boi hours with him. He’s a lil puppy dog.

Does this man ever sleep? Rarely.

He rises with the son and wants to get the day started immediately but he’s mostly letting you sleep in now.

He LOVES trying new things, exploring new places, generally having new experiences.

His absolute favorite thing to do when he’s not training is playing football (or any game, really) with the kids in your neighborhood. They all love him.

He’s a sweet boyfriend, not as sweet as Sam but he’s a close second.

You alternate who plans date night. You split the chores 50/50 but divvy it up if one of you is sick or has more work to do.

There’s so much alcohol in your flat its unreal.

You usually go to sleep before him but he has a bad habit of throwing himself into bed and partially waking you.

He makes the best breakfast most mornings.

And don’t forget the trips back home to visit his family in Guadalajara.

After a long day of training, he loves just laying down with his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

Jamie Tartt (Season 1)

FUCK NO

Jamie Tartt (Season 2)

On your first date you got drunk and bonded over shitty fathers.

Not that either of you really remembered the next day, you were both too hungover to immediately recall the night.

His love language is kind words.

At the start he needed a lot of reassuring that you did care about him for who he was, warts and all.

He’s slightly awkward when it comes to romantic gestures so most of the date planning falls on you don’t mind.

He still has some high maintenance behavior but he’s working on it and you’re proud of how far he’s come from the prick he used to be.

Your fights are usually over petty shit like where to eat for dinner or what movie to go see.

He will not hesitate to buy your feminine products for you. He knows your preferred brands and sizes and what treats you like when its that time.

He’s good at those rigged carnival games, the many little stuffed animals in your closet can attest to that.

He talks in his sleep. It’s all nonsense.

He has a soft spot for the neighbor’s cat (and cats in general).

Roy Kent

Rugged.

He’s great to snuggle up to.

The man is honest to boot. He doesn’t sugar coat anything at all.

10/10 times he will go down on you if asked. He’s a giver.

He is the heaviest sleeper in the world. You don’t know why he bothers setting alarms.

Phoebe has a room at your flat and spends so much time with you both.

Many nights have been spent reading different books on the couch together.

He has to clean the drains since 75% of it is his.

Fuck is a very versatile word in your home, used daily.

Not the most romantic man alive but he has his moments.

Date nights are usually relaxed and proper but sometimes you can make the old man have a little fun.

He growls at least a dozen times a day, it’s his main response.

Jan Maas

My beloved

My sweet, beloved Jan who can’t/won’t use a filter to save his life.

He’s blunt in everything and sometimes it makes you want to slap him.

Jan is still getting used to English ways and mannerisms.

He has good intentions but sometimes needs a little help with wording.

He likes going on Aquarium dates.

The more tired he is, the clingier he is and it’s too cute.

Once after a game he plopped onto the couch next to you and basically tried to curl up in your lap.

He can make amazing pancakes.

Thats it though.

You’ll do most of the cooking if you value living in a flat that’s not on fire.

He’s a sweetheart though.

Mostly good intentions though.

Doesn’t mind nudity and had to quickly be reined in by the team. Not at home though.

At home he can easily be found lounging in boxers and a t-shirt while he sips coffee.

He knows what he’s doing.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[pumpkin-stars]

Mirroring

Nathan Bateman/GN!Reader. Fluff

Request: Heyyy 👀 Congrats on your blogversary!! ❤️✨⭐️ I’m gonna put in a request for Nathan Bateman + fluff (maybe involving a cat [reader’s cat?] disrupting his work/sitting on the keyboard/usual cat behaviour) Only if you want to/are comfortable writing that of course!! No pressure 😌 - for @santiagogarcia

I had so many ideas for this that I had to limit myself to just one 🥺

Word Count: 514

Warnings/Content: Nathan is not-so-secretly a lovebug, cats named after people, pet-centric technology.

The seventh of 12 drabbles for my 1 year tumblr anniversary :)

Nobody really understood BlueBook’s sudden release of pet-related technology. But people liked it - most products were instant hits.

The collars with in-built cameras and tracking software, accessible through a secure app so you could see what your cat was doing at any time of day. The wireless SmartFeeder that, again, could be accessed with an app, to release a portion of food to your animal from anywhere in the world. And the wireless usb keyboards - nothing was really new about those on the surface, but they didn’t truly function as a keyboard, instead, as a heated panel for a cat to sleep on beside the actual keyboard being used to work.

All that (and more) was prompted by one email Nathan had sent you about seven months before…

~~

From: Nathan

Subject: fufdck4t dindfg csdw\atis

Th eyhgd’re doh2-binsg ifrt a gd25;aide!n!

You can’t tell what it says but you know exactly what it means, and sure enough, when you check the security feed, Nathan’s staring at you through the camera, unamused as the two little gremlins make a bed for themselves on his keyboard, having walked across it while he typed the email - and likely while he was working on some very important code.

To: Nathan

RE: fufdck4t dindfg csdw\atis

I’ll be right there.

You smile, winking at the camera in the corner of the room before you head to Nathan’s office, not bothering to knock as you walk in, smiling as the cats barely react to your presence.

“They keep wrecking the code.” Nathan complains, “I can’t stop them walking on my fucking keyboard. I get Shithead out the way and then Asshat jumps right in.”

“Alan and Fabio love you,” you smile, “despite their nicknames.”

Nathan huffs, “If they loved me they wouldn’t get in the way of the thing that pays for their food.”

“You’re a fucking billionaire.” You stare at him, reaching out to stroke the furry terrors, “They’re just mirroring you, Nathan, it’s what happens when they love you.”

“Mirroring?”

“They see you with the keyboard and they want to take part too.” You shrug. “Probably because you remind them of their mother.”

“Their mother?” His eyebrows shoot up.

“Your beard. When you kiss their heads - don’t pretend you don’t - it mimics their mom’s tongue.”

He’s silent for a moment, but then he strokes the nearest ear to him, “How do I stop them from walking over the code?”

You smile, “They need their own keyboard.”

~~

And so began seven months of product development, repurposing cameras and trackers from his other products, frantically writing code for the apps to release food, rewiring keyboards to work as mini heaters that wouldn’t overheat.

“You don’t need to mass market them, Nathan.” You remind him, “The boys can be the luckiest cats in the world.”

“Already are,” he grins at you, “Us as parents. They’re living the dream, babe.”

~~

The product launches usually take place in person, but Nathan chose to video call into the conference this time.

By using Alan’s CollarCam while both cats lounged on his desk.

~~~~

Taglist: @amneris21 @fisforfulcrum @foxilayde @idreamofboobear @irrelevantbutembarrassing @jitterbugs927 @joanofarkansass @mypedrom @salome-c @santiagogarcia @seasonschange-butpeopledont @the-little-ewok @thedukeleto @yours-truly-r

[mattspoetdepartment]

Happiest of birthdays to you my sweet 🥺

I’m the most luckiest cat mom to have the most cutest, sassiest, and loving cat ever and I love you more than anything in this world 💜💜

[intercoursefluids]

The Impromptu Sleepover Part 1

“Alright! The adults are asleep what do you guys want to do?”

Alya being Alya, decided to take over the sleepover to celebrate Marinette’s friends finally realizing (or in most cases finally speaking up) about Lila’s lies.

“Swordfight!”

“Movie Marathon!”

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

Different ideas all resound from the girls currently huddled in Marinette’s room, all the boys trying to pretend they didn’t exist.

Only nine people were there, Adrien had wanted to come to the sleepover, but his dad wouldn’t let him.

These 10 were the only ones from her class to come back to her and apologize once they realized who the real victim was.

Marinette almost couldn’t believe her eyes when Alix, Alya, Kagami, Chloe, Nino, Kim, Max, Nathaniel, and Marc came up to her asking for her back.

The only ones who had actually believed Lila’s lies were Alya, Max, and Nathaniel but the others still apologized for not speaking out for her.

This group apology and cry session that immediately followed ended up with them holding a sleepover to celebrate their reconnection.

One thing Marinette forgot about though. Was the fact that Chat Noir would come to hang out with her on Fridays.

Which is why, when pebbles started hitting her window. She damn near had a heart attack when everyone else noticed immediately stopping their conversations.

“Mari, Love, Darling dearest. Who, might I ask, is throwing pebbles at your window?”

Every single one of her friends look at her with shit-eating grins as Kim blinks up innocently at her like he didn't just confirm for everyone there was in fact someone outside throwing a rock at her window.

Persistently.

With a deep sigh, Marinette grabs a lightsaber and spray bottle from the back of her closet.

"Alya, I am giving you permission to film this. I am NOT, however, to post this to any social media, and no one except for those in this room are to ever see the footage unless I give explicit permission otherwise. Understand?"

Alya nods frantically pulling out her phone as she and Marinette climb up to the balcony.

"Oh, Romeo Oh Romeo. Where art tho Romeo?"

Chat Noirs sarcastic call sounds from below with a bouquet of Alstroemeria, Amaryllis, and Blue Irises.

Alya hides behind the railing, just out of Chat Noir's sight as she films the interaction.

With a deep sigh, Marinette turns to Chat with regret and sorrow written all across her face, making Chat pause.

"Princess? What's the matter-"

"I'm sorry Chat Noir. But it's over."

The stricken look on his face almost makes Marinette feel sorry for him.

Almost.

"I don't understand? Did I do something wrong?"

With another deep sigh, Marinette runs a hand over her face.

"It's over Chat."

Faking tears, Marinette ever so slowly pulls the lightsaber from behind her back turning it on making the red illuminate half her face.

"I have the high ground."

Marinette sniffles for good measure as Alya finally catches on. Turning her phone back to Chat to see him looking like he was about to cry before it finally clicks.

His face goes blank as he stares up at one of his best friends.

"I hate you so much."

Marinette cackles as he pulls out his baton, stretching up to her balcony to be face to face with her.

"I can't believe that guy calls you 'Angel'. Your halo hides your horns too well and- Ladyblogger? What are you doi- Eep!"

He cuts off abruptly as Marinette squirts him in the face with the spray bottle making him reel back with a yowl.

In his haste to get away, he knocks himself off balance starting to fall over backward until Marinette grabs his bell yanking him forward.

"Okay, that is it! I'm going home and I'm telling Ladybug you're picking on me."

Marinette wheezes, trying to get her breath back and just giving up. Climbing down her skylight to collapse in a pile of giggles.

Chat and Alya both follow her down. Alya pushing her off her bed so Kim has to catch her before she hits the floor.

"Please Alya. PLEASE, tell me you got his reaction on film."

Alya smirks showing the video currently saving to her phone.

"Of course I did. Now we have a new guest here now assuming that Chat wants to stay for the sleepover."

Chat's eyes widen, looking every part the excited kitten.

"Can I?! I've never been to a sleepover before!"

All of the girls gasp in horror, surrounding Chat as they search through drawers and Marinette's closet.

Marinette, always one step ahead, runs to chat.

"Go in the bathroom, detransform put these on, and come back out. I'm assuming your Kwami eats camembert cheese since you constantly smell like it. I swear no one here is going to find out your identity or even try if they don't want me to put them on blast with all of the dirt I have on them. Now go!"

Chat is shoved into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him. Doing as he is told in fear of Marinette, Chat detransforms catching Plagg as he cackles in the air.

"Oh, I like her! She'd make a great kitten, with how easy it is for her to cause chaos, just how I like it!."

Shaking his head at his cackling Kwami as he got dressed. Putting the mask Marinette made him on trying it securely around his head. Stepping out to find Marinette coming back with a LARGE tray of food and everyone else huddled around Alya's phone.

Chat can't help the startled yelp he lets out when Alix pulls him down to her, gently petting his hair as she glares at Marinette.

"You're a monster Marinette. How could you do that to him?! Look at his face! His little baby face! He looked heartbroken!"

Marinette snorts at the playful scolding.

"Let him go, Alix. Go find your own stray."

Alix snorts as Marinette pulls a blushing Chat to her hugging him close. Marinette sits down dragging him with her as he buries his face in her hair. Too embarrassed to speak.

He doesn't have a babyface. Does he?

"Awe come on Mari, you found the cutest one the least you could do is share him!"

Everyone laughs as Kim makes a grab for Chat just for Marinette to pull him closer to her.

"Noooooo, this is MY alley cat! Go find your own!"

Chat Noir would never admit how hard he had to fight down his purr when Marinette started petting his hair.

You know. Before he lost that battle and a purr sounded loudly through his chest.

"Please stop. It's not fair and you're embarrassing me. Mariiiiii! Stooooooop."

Everyone laughs when Chat complains for Marinette to stop, even as he starts to melt into a puddle on her lap.

"One of these days I'm going to tell M'lady on you and she's gonna dangle you from the Eiffel Tower."

Now, under normal circumstances, everyone would be worried, but it's hard to be serious when one of Paris's superheroes is melted in a puddle in your friend's lap with a purr so loud it's hard to understand him.

"I'm pretty sure Ladybug would dangle YOU from the Eiffel Tower for being in a girls room this late, without letting her parents know. Even more, so that you detransformed in front of us. Still want to tell Ladybug on Marinette?"

Everyone turns to Marc, Nathaniel's adorable spouse as they radiate badassery.

Chat's purr stutters before starting up just as loudly again.

"I will no longer be telling M'lady."

Marinette snorts leaning back on her chaise as Chat adjusts himself so he's laying between her legs with his head on her stomach. Facing the rest of the class as Marinette plays with his hair.

"Are you guys dating?"

"Of course they are Cesaire. Ridiculous-!"

"Utterly ridiculous!" "Ew! No!"

Are the two different responses that cut Chloe off. The group finishing Chloe's catchphrase as Marinette and Chat Noir look at the rest of the class in disgust.

"Okay, first of all. Chat what the HELL do you mean 'ew'? Marinette is a babe, and everyone in this room has had a crush on her at least once before. How dare you say 'ew' like you would never date her you would be incredibly lucky if she even considered you."

Alya states with a finger in Chat's face.

Alix, Alya, Kagami, Chloe, Max, Kim, Nathaniel, Marc, and Nino all looking incredibly offended for Marinette even as she blushes and tries to hide her face.

"Guys, stop! And what do you mean all of you? Half of you are dating each other!"

Chat snickers at her distress, pulling out his burner phone and snapping a picture of her face.

"Okay, there may or may not be a literal 'Queen Marinette Club" or 'QMC' for short. We even have several social media accounts dedicated to giving you the credit you deserve. Before you ask this started that one time we went to Gotham and you answered all of the Riddler's riddles and yelled at Nightwing and Robin for their poor fashion choices and called Batman a furry when he tried to stop you."

Surprisingly Nathaniel is the one who answers instead of Alya as she pulls out her phone.

"We didn't even start the club! It was some people in Gotham who did. Max is the one who found out about it."

Sweet Marc, sweet sweet Marc never knowing when to stop before Marinette popped a blood vessel from blushing so hard.

"Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Cat Woman, The Riddler, the entire Batfamily (Batman included), and even some of the Waynes follow the accounts. Not to mention the other celebrities you've befriended like Mr. Stone and Ms. Nightingale."

Max reads off of his phone, seemingly proud of Marinette's followers.

"Even my mom follows you, Mari. That says something."

Chat looks up cackling as Marinette tries to suffocate herself with a pillow, Plagg rolling around on her hair as he clutches his stomach.

"Dang! Pigtails has some, what's it called? Clout! You're famous, kitten!"

Marinette whimpers from behind the pillow, her face practically radiating heat.

Chat snorts before turning back to the group.

"Number one I am well aware that Marinette is awesome and that I would be the luckiest man in the world to have her as my girlfriend. However, she's basically my little sister, same as Ladybug. Sorry to burst your bubble, Alya. Number two, she already has a boyfriend, has for a little over a year now, and he scares me. I am not testing if I really have nine lives cause he would take all of them. Number three, can you show me the 'QMC' accounts I want to follow them."

The room is silent as Marinette glares at Chat.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? Princess? It's not like this is new informa-! They didn't know did they?"

Marinette reaches under her, pulling out a very nice-looking dagger from under the cushions of her chaise.

"Say goodbye to eight of your lives Chat. I need a new black fur hat."

Chat yelps scampering away from Marinette on all fours as she lunges for him with Plagg chasing after them laughing.

They keep running around the room until they pass Kim and he reaches out and grabs Marinette, trapping her in his arms.

"Okay, nice knife. Not sure where you got it nor do I want to know. Second of all, what's this about a boyfriend?"

Everyone surrounds her as Alix pulls the dagger from her hands putting it back under the cushions.

"Why haven't we heard of any boyfriend? Are you out of your mind?"

Alya's calm tone is very misleading as Chat hides behind her.

"He didn't want anyone to know just in case people claim for me to be a gold digger. Scratch that, I didn't want anyone to know so he didn't get sued for assault if anyone called me a gold digger and he found out."

Chat snorts.

"Yeah, you, definitely a gold digger. You know, since you didn't even realize who he was for the first 5 or 6 months of your relationship."

Marinette's glare does nothing as a blush covers her face.

"We don't speak of it Chat. I can and will still skin you."

Everyone looks at Marinette in shock.

"Okay, so all we know is that they are a he. He is rich enough to make people assume Marinette, Marinette of all people, is a gold digger and they are in a secret relationship. Who is it?"

Max looks up from his phone, where he is no doubt taking notes.

Marinette looks at the ground mumbling something that no one but Chat can make out thanks to his super hearing. He laughs and walks over to her phone unlocking it as Marinette finally answers.

"Damian Wayne."

Everyone looks at Marinette in a mix of shock and confusion before Chloe bursts out laughing.

"Only you Marinette. Only you would get over your crush on a millionaire heir to fall for a literal billionaire heir without even realizing it."

She breaks off into hysterical laughter as everyone turns to chat who is now on Marinette's computer connected to her phone as a facetime call takes place.

It answers on the second ring to someone who is most definitely NOT Damian Wayne.

"Hey Pixie Pop! Sorry, but I had to steal the phone from demon spawn. He was trying to kill me and Dick with a spoon and lunged for his phone as soon as it started ringing. Me and Dick were closer so we grabbed it and are now trying to find somewhere to hide so he doesn't actually kill us. Dick wanna say 'Hi'?"

Everyone hears a shout of 'sure' from someone out of the frame before the phone is passed over to someone who looks much like the first, except they are older and have no white streak in their hair.

"Hey, nettie! How's school?"

Chat smirks, covering Marinette's mouth as she tries to reply. A door slams shut as the two guys hunker in the near darkness, a lock clicking into place.

"School is great thanks for asking. Could be better but we are all getting by."

Two faces appear on screen looking a mix between worried and angry.

"I swear to god if you are holding Pixie Pop for ransom you will have the rage of all of Gotham fall upon you."

Chat just looks confused before remembering that he's wearing a mask and is holding Marinette's mouth shut.

"Oh! No, I'm not holding her hostage, we're friends. Chat Noir, Parisian superhero at your service. I just wanted to prank her boyfriend, she's having a sleepover and I was invited."

Their expressions immediately relax.

"Oh good. I was worried about what would happen when everyone else found out. Especially Damian."

Both boys shudder and smile as everyone else in the room comes into the frame.

One of them opens their mouth to speak before a loud bang comes from the door. Two equal looks of fear take over their faces.

A second later a loud bang fills the air as the door basically explodes open, high-pitched screams of terror fill the air before all is silent a new face filling to screen.

"Sorry Habibti, my brothers are imbeciles with death wishes. What do you need?"

"Wow, Habibti? I didn't know you felt that way about me Damian, or should I give you a pet name too?"

Chat's grin SCREAMS mischief, as Damian looks down an ice-cold glare in place.

"Let go of my girlfriend before I fly down there and skin you alive regardless of her wishes."

Everyone shivers at the pure venom in Damian's voice as Chat lets go holding his hands up in the air as he grins.

"Sorry, sorry. Letting go."

Marinette and Damian both glare at him before turning to each other, both looks immediately softening.

"Sorry, Shaytan. I'm having a sleepover and Chat outed our relationship and decided it would be funny to call you."

His smile is so gentle it shocks the rest of Marinette's friends.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault the Cat is a moron. I miss you. When do you think you can come back?"

Both of them choose to ignore Chats highly offended 'Hey!' as well as everyone else in the room with Marinette.

"That depends on when you want me there and when I can catch a flight."

Damian sits down at a table pulling a laptop to him as he sets up his phone so she can still see him.

"Well I want you here now, and I can have you a flight soon enough if I ask Father to get the family jet ready. If I work fast I can have you here by tomorrow morning, if not sooner."

Marinette looks shocked.

"You can't just ask your Father to get a plane ready just for me Damian!"

He glances back at the phone before going back to his computer.

"Why not? Everyone here loves you and if you're worried about the cost of it I can assure you a single minute of your time is worth far more than a measly plane ride."

Kim and Alya make cooing noises at the two from the sweetness of it all as Kagami steps up wrapping her arms protectively around her.

"Before you make any more trip plans you are going to tell me what you plan to do with Marinette in the future. I will not allow her to be some temporary girlfriend if you aren't serious about her."

Damian turns back to the phone looking past Marinette to acknowledge the others for the first time since the call started.

"I can assure you I don't want Marinette to be temporary. I plan to marry her and I truly couldn't care less if any of you have a problem with it."

Marinette's face invents a new shade of red as everyone coos over how cute that is. After getting over their initial shock of course.

"Habibti, do you want them to be able to come with you next time you come over? I can have father speak to their parents if they don't agree right away."

"Are you sure that would be okay?"

Marinette's timid voice makes Damian look away from his computer.

"Why wouldn't it be? If you don't want them to come with you then they don't have to, I know that you have some trouble with a few of your classmates. Seeing how late it is there I would have thought these were the ones who didn't turn on you or came back once they realized how idiotic they were to leave in the first place."

"Rude, but true."

Damian chooses to ignore Alya.

"No I would like for them to come, it could be fun! I'm just worried about space and where everyone would sleep."

Damian snorts.

"You have nothing to worry about, if you don't want them to stay in a hotel they can stay with us in the manor, there's plenty of space. And if there isn't enough space you can just sleep with me in my room."

He finishes off with a cheeky grin as Marinette sputters.

"You can't just say stuff like that Damian! It was bad enough that you said you planned to marry me, you don't need to add sharing a bed to the pile!"

Damian has the audacity to look confused.

"What do you mean? I never hid my plans to marry you nor my feelings, I don't get what the big deal is about sharing a bed anyway. It's not like Alfred would let us do anything and we wouldn't even have the chance with the circus monkeys I call brothers."

Several offended voices with 'I heard that!' 'Excuse me?' and 'You love us and you know it!'s all sound from his end.

Alix and Kim are basically collapsed onto each other as they wheeze at his bluntness.

Marinette sighs resting her head on her hands with a 'why do I even bother?' before looking up again.

"Fine, how is next weekend for everyone. I know Adrien will want to be included and I don't think he has anything going then. It will give me enough time to convince everyone's parents if need be and pack."

Everyone agrees and they end the call. Damian and Marinette saying their respective I love yous and Goodnight/Good mornings.

"I'm going to duel him."

"Kagami NO!"

Kagami looks Marinette dead in the eyes before smiling.

"Kagami yes."

[ushijimas-koibito]

request no.3

kuroo, daichi, and ushijima with a s/o who's super clingy and affectionate and basically screams pastel, and then one day they get invited to a really fancy ball or something and s/o's basically the embodiment of "boss b**ch by doja cat" ??? - @why-am-i-here-please-help-me

i was so excited to see this. this is fantastic.

i’ll do my best.

this was my first time taking on a request of this size. i'm sorry it has taken so long. i apologize for any and all tense continuity errors.

please enjoy.

warnings: femme reader/fluff/suggestive content/some cursing

daichi sawamura- summer

the warm midday sun shone on your face. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back and your hair cascaded over your exposed shoulders and down your back tickling your skin. a warm breeze enveloped your skin and you smiled to yourself, enjoying this last summer day. your phone buzzes in your pocket, be there soon, beautiful. practice ran late. your boyfriend, daichi sawamura, was usually pretty punctual but this was the last morning practice of the summer. you could just imagine hinata and kageyama begging for five, ten, fifteen more minutes. you were impressed with their devotion and the team’s stamina.

you sat crosslegged on the low stone wall. you leaned back to soak up the sun. on the wind you could smell the scent of street food wafting toward you. you and daichi decided it might be fun to go to the outdoor market and then have a picnic in the park. you tilted your head to each side stretching your neck and leaning your hands back on the wall. you were so happy to have a relaxing summer day before the chaos of the fall begins. “hello there, beautiful.” you hear daichi’s warm voice ring out as he approaches you, sugawara and asahi in tow. “hey handsome!” he jogs up to you and you lean forward to give him a kiss. he brushes your wind-tousled hair away from your face and his hand drops to your waist to pull you forward. you giggle as he smiles against your lips. “you guys are so cute.” you hear suga say and you pull away to smile at your friends. daichi sighs, hating that the kiss ended so quickly, and pulls back.

daichi offers a hand to help you from the wall. “aw, thanks, suga!” daichi continues to hold your hand, “are you guys coming along with us?” you look between suga and asahi as daichi drapes his arm over your shoulders and kisses your temple. “ah, not this time,” asahi says looking away with a faint blush, “wouldn’t wanna impose..” sugawara laughs, “besides we’re just here to grab some things for tonight.” you look at daichi and then back to sugawara, “tonight? what’s tonight?” sugawara narrows his eyes at daichi, “you didn’t tell her?” daichi sighs, “ukai rented this place out for us tonight for an end of summer party.” he looks down and then up at you, “would you be interested in going?” you wrap your arm around his waist and smile, “sure! sounds fun!” sugawara smiles at you both, “see. i told you she’d want to come.” daichi chuckles, “i’m sorry i didn’t ask you before, but there won’t be many other girls there and i didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” you gave him a squeeze, “i got you.. is kiyoko going?” daichi nodded, “i think so, yachi too.” you look to the other guys, “are you guys going?” asahi and suga both nod, “then it should be fun!” daichi beams and gives you another kiss on the head. sugawara gives asahi’s shirt a tug and starts to walk off, “well, you kids enjoy your date and we will see you tonight!” you and daichi wave as asahi and sugawara walk toward the market. “see ya tonight!” he calls after them.

you turn to face daichi and he smiles sheepishly, “alright, what’s the real reason you didn’t ask me?” daichi laughs, “you just can’t be fooled can you,” he looks down at his feet before taking a big breath and saying, “it’s a dance party.” you cross your arms, “ok. and..?” he leans against the wall and pulls you closer to him to stand between his legs, “… and do you know how jealous i would be if you were the only girl there to dance with the whole team?” you laugh and place a hand on his chest, “daichi, come on, you know you’re the only one i wanna dance with and not one of those boys would be interested in dancing with me anyway,” he rolls his eyes, “now you know that’s not true,” he takes your hand and spins you around, “just look at you!” he pulls you close by the loops of your jean shorts and kisses your lips. he curls his middle finger through the loops on your hips and squeezes your hips between his palms, digging his fingertips into you. “daichi..” you say softly and turn your head to look around, he drops his head and chuckles, “sorry,” he says turning to look in the opposite direction, “what can i say, angel,” he looks up at you, “you carry me away.” you kiss his his forehead and then pull him up from the stone wall he was leaning against. “lead the way, i’m going to text the girls and see what we’re wearing,” daichi grabs your other hand and leads you toward the market as you type to the group chat:

perfect. you think as you piece the outfit together in your mind. daichi looks back at you, “uh oh…” he gives your hand a little squeeze, “whenever you get that look, it usually means i’m in trouble.” he raises an eyebrow. “i don’t know what you mean,” you say innocently. he laughs heartily and nudges you with his shoulder, “riiiight.”

you two walked through the market and gathered up some fruit, veggies, street snacks, and pastries for a picnic. you walked up to a flower stall and sniffed some huge blossoms. “aren’t these pretty, daichi?” he looked you over and his eyes lingered on your face, “beautiful.” he said softly, watching you with admiration. “we’ll take a bouquet, please.” he said to the stall keeper and gestured toward the flowers you were smelling. “aw, daichi, you don’t have to..” he waved his hand, “it’s my pleasure.” the shopkeeper wrapped a bouquet of big orange and red blooms into some newspaper, arranging them with other flowers and greenery, and tied it with twine. daichi paid for them and then handed them to you, “beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl.” he always knew exactly what to do and say to make you smile. “thank you, daichi.” he intertwined his fingers with yours, “of course.”

you two walk together with your haul of treats to the park and spread out a blanket near a tree. you set up the meal and take turns trying each others food and feeding each other. by the end of the meal you end up sprawling out next to each other on the blanket picking out shapes in the clouds, “i swear, (y/n), it looks like an elephant,” daichi points at a big fluffy cloud over head, “ok.. more like an animal cracker version of an elephant but an elephant nonetheless.” you giggle and roll on to your side. you prop yourself up on your elbow and take one of the blooms from your bouquet that loosed itself to trace the curves of daichi’s face. he smiles and closes his eyes, tilting his face toward the sun and allowing his hand to absentmindedly mimic your patterns with his fingertips against your thigh.

you watched as the petals delicately brushed his face. his high cheekbones, the delicate slope of his nose, the short, straight lines of his jaw; the soft and slightly tanned skin, his full pink lips.. daichi was sort of beautiful. he wasn’t an imposing beauty like a statue or a demigod, but he was beautiful in a homey sort of way. daichi was the physical embodiment of a feeling. he was honey in your tea, being taken care of when you’re sick, a homemade meal, the feeling of falling into bed after a long day, walking into an air-conditioned room when it’s sweltering outside, drinking ice cold water after working out, hot water on cold skin. daichi was stable, nurturing, and… good. he was the closest thing to pure good you’d ever known in this world. you were lucky to know him, let alone have the pleasure of loving him.

he opened his eyes and looked at you for a long moment, “i can’t tell you how many times i wished this day would last forever,” he rolled on his side and propped himself up on his arm and scooted so that he was nose to nose with you, “but then i remember there are so many days ahead of us, new things, days like today, and better, or worse, but i get them all, and i get them all with you.” he kissed the tip of your nose and played with the frayed cuffs of your jean shorts, “well, i must be the luckiest guy in the world.” he leans over and playfully pushes you back so that he’s hovering over you. there could be a million people staring at you in that park, but you wouldn’t notice. the whole world that existed in that moment lived in the 5 centimeters between your lips.

after some playful kisses, you cleaned up your mess and started the trek home. the sun was hanging low in the sky and you could hear the cicadas sing. every day was a good day with daichi, but this day made you feel so soft and warm. you were reminded of the simple joy of being in love and you felt full and content. you found yourself getting more and more excited for the party. and a dance party no less. the more the sun sank heavy in the sky and the day faded into a hot summer night, the closer you were to being able to let loose and get a little wild with the man of your dreams.

you and daichi were seen as the responsible, mom and dad type couple in your friend group. the team would be more likely to ask you to help with homework or build a budget before asking you to party. it was probably better that the kids didn’t know what went on behind closed doors. they all look up to daichi and see him as the reserved and respectable face of kurasano, but you knew a different side to him; a side you were looking forward to partying with tonight. it was the last night of summer, it was a night the entire team agreed to just let loose and have fun.

you rounded the corner of your street and daichi walked you to your door. “so i’ll be back here in a little while to pick you up, okay?” you nodded and daichi leaned in for a kiss. you playfully pulled away and leaned against the wall with a come-hither grin. daichi bit his lip and placed a hand against the wall just beside your head. he put his other hand on the side of your face and pushed your face gently to the side to expose your neck. he hovered a moment, just over your skin and you could hear him laugh softly before planting the lightest teasing kisses up your neck as he curled his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck. he slowly pulled back and nibbled at his bottom lip with narrowed eyes, “i look forward to seeing what you’ll be wearing tonight.” his dark eyes had a glint of mischief in them. “i look forward to dancing with you tonight.” you said as you ran your hands from his chest to his hips and pulled him forward against you, “i’m sure it will be a lot of fun,” he said with a strained air of composure. he pressed his lips against yours; gently at first and then firmly before pulling away. “better go get ready or we’ll never leave,” you both laugh and share a few more kisses, “alright, alright,” you say fiddling with your house key, “see you in a bit, handsome.” he smiles and waits at the gate for you to unlock your door, “lookin’ forward to it, beautiful.” you wave at each other and watch as he walks up the lane to his house.

you dash inside to start your ritual. there is so much you need to get done before you go! you pop the flowers in some water and run to your bedroom. you pull the cute two-piece from your closet and hang it up next to your mirror, shoesssss.., you dig around in your closet and find some cute, strappy heels. the two piece set is made of a lovely silk blend. its a soft material that fades from a peachy orange to a bright red like a tropical sunset. the back of the top piece criss-crosses across your back with gold chains that highlight your strong shoulders and waist. the skirt is made of a matching material that is very short with a split up the side held together with criss-crossed chains. you pull out your makeup and other self-care supplies.

in the group chat, kiyoko and yachi are also going through their pre-party routine; discussing the virtues of flats versus heels, matte versus gloss, and how the heck yachi is going to get tadashi’s attention! you slap your phone on the charger and turn on some music. you shower, shave, brush teeth, and put on a face mask. you try to relax as you rub illuminating moisturizer on your legs. after your face mask, you pop on your makeup- brows, perfect eyeliner, highlighter, red lips, coral blush, even a lash. you look at your hair and opt for your natural texture. you flip your hair over to shake some volume in and part it on the side. you slide on your heels and before heading out you snip one of the big blooms and tuck it behind your ear. you look in the mirror and smile, i hope daichi likes it. and right on cue you hear him knock on the door.

you open the door and he turns to see you just as you open the door and meet his eyes. his eyes illuminate and his lips widen into a bright smile, “hello gorgeous,” he says as he steps toward you to give you a careful kiss, mindful not to ruin your makeup, “you look amazing,” he says as he holds out your arms to get a better look at you. you blush as his eyes hungrily take you in. “holy shit, girl!” you hear tanaka’s loud voice from the gate, “no freakin way that’s (y/n)!!!” nishinoya exclaims. “you look gooooooooood, for real, for real! daichi-man you been holdin out on us, captain??!!” tanaka whistles. you giggle as you can see daichi’s blood pressure raise. “it’s me!” you say and then give a little twirl, “you guys aren’t the only ones to clean up nice,” you wink and look at daichi who seems to be forever in awe of you when you interact with the rest of the team. he offers you his arm, “ready, gorgeous?” you take his arm and you all head out.

you meet up with a few others that live in the neighborhood and you all laugh and goof off all the way to the venue. it’s one of those moments that feels more like a movie than real life. you are so happy and your heart is so full. for a moment you lose yourself to the energy of the night when daichi stops you. the others walk on and he wraps you in his arms, “you are truly the most beautiful person i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and i mean that. inside and out.” he pulls away to look you over once more and there in the heat of the night, music blaring in the distance, in this quiet moment, you feel it must be true.

kuroo tetsurō - winter

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you heard your boyfriend’s raspy voice as you opened your eyes. you looked toward the window and saw the sky was still very dark. you groaned softly and pulled a pillow over your face. tetsurou laughed and rolled over onto his side, propping himself up and pulling the pillow away from your face. he slipped his long fingers under his shirt you were wearing and stroked your waist, “c’mon, precious, it won’t be any easier if you continue to lay here.” his head lulled to the side to make sure he was making eye contact with you. his hazel eyes bright and alert. you smiled up at him and wrapped your arm around his waist and grabbed the pillow he pulled off your face and sweetly, sleepily said, “no.” you smashed the pillow against his face and buried your face into the one below underneath you. “alright,” he said through his smug smile. he tossed the pillow you smashed in his face onto the floor and straddled your waist, “if we don’t get up, we’ll miss it.” you looked up at the ever agile tetsu as he leaned his hands on the headboard. your eyes trailed from his low hanging pj pants, up his abdomen, his chest, his sly smile, and finally his eyes. you smiled and pulled him down on top of you, “weighted blanket. can’t go. too comfy.” you felt him laugh against you as you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pulling his torso against yours. “baby,” he began seriously, “who knows when we’ll get this chance again.” you loosened your hands so you could look at his face. tetsu looked at you with eyes yearning and burning into your own, “fine,” you whispered with a pout. tetsu rolled back onto his knees and offered his arm to help you up. you wrap your arms around his arm and hang for a moment with a little whine. he laughs, “what a sleepy girl,” he purrs, “i promise it will be worth it. now let’s get dressed and go get coffee!” he stands up and pulls you up to your feet. “…coffee?” you say after a pause looking up at him with hopeful eyes, “yes,” he says while patting the top of your head, “your morning dose of trimethylxanthine, my pet.” you giggle mischievously and bound toward the closet. he shakes his head and watches you pounce around getting dressed.

this morning was special because it was a solar eclipse. tetsu had planned on going to watch it with you since he heard there would be one. he always tried to watch heavenly phenomenon and since you started dating, he always wanted to watch them with you. he would excitedly talk about how it was his “once in a lifetime moment” with his “once in a lifetime girl” and how he “may never get another chance.” he would talk excitedly about how each eclipse was an opportunity to feel the weight of being and to take a moment to appreciate the incredible mysteries of being suspended on a rock in a far corner of a vast universe and that our significance on a universal, global, even national scale was insignificant, but within the minutia, the significance of our being in the moment we become aware, was as close to infinity as we will ever get. tetsu liked to be reminded of his mortality and the balance of his own existence; physically and metaphysically. you were always so impressed by how much he knows and he continues to learn all the time. you are continually inspired by the depth of his gratitude; although it is buried under a surface level of nihilism.

“hey babe,” you called from the bathroom curling your hair, “what’s the weather going to be today?” tetsu rounded the corner into the bathroom while reading his phone, “looks like it might snow later, so, bundle up and don’t forget to pack a jacket.” he plants a kiss on your shoulder and studies you in the mirror, “i don’t want you to get sick.” he walked back into the bedroom and pulled out your bags. that’s right, you thought, today isn’t just a quick trip to watch the solar eclipse. after you both get coffee and watch the solar eclipse, you were headed into the city to stay for the weekend. kuroo’s friend, tsukki and his girlfriend, had invited you both to a winter soiree at the planetarium that night. it was supposed to be a celebration of the new planetarium building and it’s new design features and exhibits. you both were looking forward to this since they invited you.

you shook out your curls and made your way over to the closet. tetsurō was carefully folding his clothes in his suitcase and checking off the list on his phone; tetsurō is calculated and organized. he looks up from his list and asks, “what color is your dress for tonight? i want to make sure my suit matches.” you grab the garment bag from your closet. you have been keeping this dress a surprise since you ordered it and the suspense was killing him. you hadn’t given him any details, as to not ruin it, but he always tried to work around the surprise. he hadn’t been successful until now, “dark blue,” you say with a sigh and he smiled blithely, “good to know,” he nods and thumbs through his suits. he pulls two- a soft cornflower blue day suit and a dark sapphire blue evening suit the exact color of your dress, “which of these is closer?” he tries to muster an innocent smile, “don’t look at me like that, i’m just trying to make sure i compliment you.” his smirk says otherwise. you roll your eyes and say, “the dark blue,” he hangs the light blue suit up, “you finally got a hint.” he nods, “yes, but i won’t be satisfied until i can see you in it.” he zips the dark blue suit into a garment bag with his undershirt, belt, and a small bag with cuff links, watch, and tie clip. tetsurō secretly loves to get dressed up, especially if he can do it with you.

you packed your bits and bobs and started to get dressed for the day. you stood in your underclothes in front of your closet and shifted back and forth, holding up a few sweaters. you turned to see tetsurō who stopped midway putting on his sweater to admire you. you blushed softly, “what?” you asked and he chuckled, pulling his soft black sweater over his head, “nothing,” he walks over to you and looks in the full length mirror, “i just like observing you,” he kisses the top of your head, “the white sweater is my favorite of the two,” he walks nonchalantly toward the bathroom, continuing packing his list. you hold up the white sweater again and look in the mirror. you decide to go with it. you pull on the form fitting white sweater, some high-waisted tight black trousers, and some tall black riding boots. you slip in some dainty earrings and go to put on your necklace. it was a necklace tetsurō gave you for your birthday. it was a silver pendant with a diamond that looked like the north star. you remember him giving it to you and when you asked why the north star he said, “because when i am with you i never worry about feeling lost; you always lead me home.” he was always very thoughtful in his gifts and gestures. he never put unnecessary weight or emphasis on things. everything he does is intentional and purposeful; for someone who sometimes feels as though nothing matters in the vast expanse of time and space, he sure added a lot of sentiment and meaning to life. that’s one of the many things you love about him.

you fiddled with your necklace while being lost in thought when you feel his hands gently stroke your hair to the side and take the clasp from your fingers. he quickly and deftly latches the necklace and kisses the top of your head. tetsurō gives your shoulders a squeeze and walks back over to the suitcase to pack his toiletries. you spritz your perfume and also pack your toiletry bag, “almost ready, my love?” tetsurō calls from the bathroom. “yeah! just need to throw my toothbrush in my bag and we’re good.” you gather your last bits and slip on your long, oversized gray peacoat and grab your big fluffy scarf. “i can’t believe you still have that thing,” he gestures to the scarf. you look down at the wide and well-worn nekoma scarf. you had it made back in the day, when you both were in high school. it was a blanket scarf that was dark red and had tetsurō's name and jersey number on it, “well, it’s still my favorite.” this still made him smile; after all this time, you held onto it. every year he razzes you for keeping it and every year you tell him it’s still your favorite. he walked up to you and wrapped it around you and pulled you in for a kiss, “glad to know i’m still your favorite.” he kisses your nose and playfully wraps the scarf around your head. you paw him away and fix your scarf with a huff. he laughs and pats his pockets making sure he had everything.

you put your bags in the car and head out. it was still dark out and very cold. you make your way to a cafe and you are thankful for the blast of warm air as you walk in. the girls behind the counter gawk at tetsu who is walking behind you and rubbing the tops of your arms to warm you up. you step in line and you each study the menu before stepping up to the register, “cafe au lait for me and—,” he looks down at you prompting you to place your order, “a peppermint mocha, please,” you say. after paying up you stand by the pick up window and wait for your drinks. tetsurō drapes an arm over your shoulders while scrolling through his phone. “we should arrive at the hill in prime time to see the eclipse,” he was visibly buzzing with excitement. whenever he experienced any wave of positive emotion he reached for you. you think he did this in hopes to boost your mood through osmosis.

your drinks arrived and tetsurō gathered them for you. he made sure your lid was on tight and handed it to you, “careful it’s extra hot.” you took it in both of your hands. tetsurō grabbed some extra napkins and tucked them in his pockets and went through his ritual of patting his pockets making sure everything was in order. he turned to you and adjusted your scarf for you, “ready, precious?” you nodded sipping your very hot peppermint mocha. the girls still swooning nearly caused themselves a pulmonary embolism as he opened the door for you. to be fair, you guys are pretty cute..

with an extra spring in his step, tetsu led the way to the hill where you’d watch the solar eclipse. it was in a park near the water and was perfect for this occasion. he looked up at the sky and his hazel eyes seemed to threaten the clotted clouds in the sky. they kept their distance as you made the trek to the apex of the hill. you both manage to find an empty bench. the park seemed to be more full than tetsurō anticipated. this was bittersweet as he had hoped to have a solitary, intimate moment with you, however, he was very excited that others were interested in this event. you cozied into his side and sipped on your mocha. he draped an arm across the back of the bench and you enjoyed the sunrise. the solar eclipse would be happening just shortly after. “this is pretty special because a total solar eclipse only happens every couple years.” tetsurō swirled his cup of coffee, “the longest solar eclipse can occur for almost 8 minutes. i wonder what the universe will give us today.” he stared out at the horizon as you studied his face. his sharp, defined jaw; his upturned nose, his fierce eyes, the slight depression of his dimple likely formed from his near constant smirk. the wind ruffled his messy bedhead that always seemed to be perfect, no matter how he complained about and fought with it.

the sun made its way over the horizon and just as it ignited the sky it began to disappear before your very eyes. the sun became completely consumed, “‘totality occurs when the moon completely obscures sun so only the solar corona is showing,’” tetsurō said with a holy reverence, his eyes glued to the sky and taking everything in. this was his sacred place; his church. you felt honored that he would want to share this with you. you slipped your hand into his and intertwined your fingers. he tightened his hand around yours and he was on the edge of his seat, he was so happy- this made you happy. after a few minutes, you watched the sun reveal itself. tetsurō watched with the adoration of a groom unveiling his bride. he pulled his eyes away just as the sun came back to light and illuminated your face, “thank you so much for sharing this with me, precious,” he leaned his head against the top of yours and loosed your hand to wrap you in an embrace. you began to understand, over the years the more he shared with you the more you would come to know. moments like this were so special and you would treasure them always.

after watching the sunrise, you and tetsurō made your road trip to the city, stopped for some food, and checked into your hotel. you spend some time in the room compiling lists of landmarks and shops you want to go in while you are visiting. the list consists of bookshops, the natural history museum, and a bar that has a rotating rooftop area with a skylit cieling. it was nice to get away for a few days and have some time to go exploring together and see what you can find. you both lounge in bed and eat some ice lollies you picked up from the convenience store. it might be snowing outside but that was a delicious moment of sadism you both loved to indulge in. it was an act of rebellion, a decadent protest to not be anchored to the proprietary demands of the seasons; tetsurō reveled in the idea of contributing to chaos and throwing of the supposed algorithm of fate. you just wanted to eat ice lollies and listen to him talk about physics. it was a win-win.

time passed and it was approaching time for the event. you grabbed your makeup bag and your garment bag and headed to the bathroom, “no peeking.” you said with a sharp look toward tetsu; who threw up his hands with a laugh, “wouldn’t dream of it, precious.” you locked the door just in case. you unzipped the bag to reveal the dress. it was a floor length sapphire blue silk dress with two slits over each leg that started at the hip. it had an overlay of a darker blue with star and moon embellishments made of swarovski crystals. the dress was cut low into a deep v-neck that nearly showed your belly button. the sleeves were off the shoulder and long to point to a v with loops that went over your middle fingers on each hand like a renaissance painting. you also had a silver and sapphire body chain that highlighted your breast and torso to wear under the dress as well as matching garters that clipped with embellished silver moon hosiery clips. your shoes were a sapphire velvet with a heel. you wore your hair in a low bun with loose curls that framed your face. you tucked pins in your hair with matching crystal stars. your makeup was fairly simple with a lovely pale wine lip, big soft lashes, and lots of glittery shimmer over your shoulders, chest, and cheekbones. you finished getting ready and put your long coat on to cover your dress. you wanted your big reveal to be at the planetarium. you walked out in your coat and scarf with a mischievous grin. “oh, come on, that’s just ridiculous.” tetsurō grimaced. he looked sharp in his fitted dark blue suit. “this is all part of my grand plan, tetsu, trust me.” he rolled his eyes with a smirk, “if you insist.” he kissed your forehead and you left for the planetarium.

when you got there you were welcomed by tsukki and his girlfriend, “thanks for coming,” he said as he greeted you and tetsurō, “of course, thanks for inviting us.” you walk in and wait for the coat check. tsukki and tetsurō were catching up as you and tsukki’s girlfriend chatted and waited together. “look kuroo,” tsukki pointed into the next room, “is that..?” they waved at another acquaintance. “tetsurō, give me your coat and go say hello, we’ll catch up in a sec.” he handed you his coat with a kiss and slipped away to go say hello. perfect, you thought. this would give you an opportunity for a grand reveal. tsukki’s girlfriend turned in her coat and walked away to catch up with the boys; per your request. you slipped off your coat and readied yourself for his reaction. the main exhibit area had an interactive ceiling that reflected the night’s sky giving a detailed look at star and planetary placement. the room was illuminated in a wash of blue light and you entered the room.

at that moment, tetsurō turned to see you enter. his jaw fell slack and his eyes sparkled. you walked up to him, “like it?” he gave you a twirl, “very much,” he pulled you in close to him looking you over and taking in every detail, “worth the wait?” you asked in a whisper. he nodded, speechless as he ran his finger beneath the chain of your jewelry on your chest, “you are absolutely stunning.” tetsu takes your hand and gives you another spin. he drapes an arm delicately across the small of your back leading you around the exhibit.

he is oddly quiet and you catch him staring at you for a long moment, “what is it?” you tilt your head and wait as he searches for the words. you both walk to a quiet corner as the main exhibit begins its premier, illuminating the ceiling. “i finally understand the depth of what carl sagan was saying, ‘the nitrogen in our dna, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars.’ it’s about so much more than our actual biology. there is a radiance of epic proportions that emanates from your soul,” he looks down at you and strokes your cheek, “‘the cosmos is within us. we are made of star-stuff. we are a way for the universe to know itself,’ and i am so fortunate that out of all the possibilities, of all the probabilities in this life, i found you and i get to keep you. this small infinity between us; full of potential. i have found my once in a lifetime girl and the once in a lifetime opportunity to make you infinitely happy.” you squeezed his hand as you shared a soft, tender kiss. a once in a lifetime man with his once in a lifetime girl; a cosmic, supernatural phenomenon all your own in your little shared infinity between two finite beings.

nature is beautiful.

ushijima wakatoshi- fall

“what do you mean you’ve never seen ‘blair witch’?” you turn to look at your boyfriend, ushijima wakatoshi, who is staring back at you with wide eyes, “pumpkin, you know i haven’t seen most movies, let alone most horror movies.” your mouth pops open in awe, “but it’s a classic.” he shrugs and goes back to filling the bowls with candy for trick-or-treaters. wakatoshi didn’t really have the opportunity to participate in most holidays like the average person because of his insane schedule, however, this halloween was on a saturday and he was dating you, the scream queen herself. you sat cross-legged in front of your dvd collection, your horror collection spread out in front of you. your apartment was decorated magnificently with tons of old school and DIY decorations you convinced ushijima to do with you. your marshmallow candles flickered and filled the room with the scent of s’mores and you looked over the coffee table set up with small pumpkins and carving supplies. it was a perfect halloween- spooky clouds, chilly breeze, and a whole day free with wakatoshi in your matching pajamas.

he plopped down on the couch with one of the candy bowls. you popped in the dvd and scrambled up beside him with a chunky knit blanket. “i think you’re really going to like it, toshi. this will get us in the mood for tonight for sure!” wakatoshi kept an eye on the tv while cutting the tops off your pumpkins. he handed you a spoon and you both dug in to start getting the seeds and guts out. “how are you going to decorate yours, toshi?” he looked for a long moment studying the surface of his pumpkin. you imagined this is the exact face michelangelo made looking up at the ceiling of the sistine chapel. he looked sideways at you, “it’s a surprise.” you chuckled and shook your head. he held his pumpkin and turned it over in his hands. he leaned into the couch and stretched his long legs out in front of him crossing his feet at the ankles. you smiled seeing he was wearing the fall pun socks you got for him, “i’m so corny” with little ears of corn all over them. you never thought of wakatoshi to be the type to enjoy goofy, simple things but he ate it up. he loved your silly puns, your makeshift decorations, and your spirit. anything that made you smile, he was down to try.

you paused your pumpkin carving to sip on the hot apple cider you both made. it was the first time either of you had made cider and it was an event. the easy part was wandering around the market, picking out the apples and spices, and walking home through the leaf ladened park. making the cider was a lot more difficult than you thought and you sort of regretted promising jugs of apple cider to your friends. however, the vision of wakatoshi using the cider press would linger deliciously in your mind for days to come. as you sipped your cider, you recalled his serious brow furrowing as he strained against the old-school press, open flannel shirt, and windblown hair; absolutely worth every bit of frustration. the memory made the flavor more decadent. “how is it?” he asked. “delightful,” you said with a soft smile.

you picked up your pumpkin once more. you had chosen a classic smiling jack-o-lantern face for your pumpkin. it was befitting the rest of your home’s motif. you peeked over at his and smiled seeing the silhouette of his favorite childhood character with it’s round body and puffy gloves. he was concentrating while also trying to pay attention to the movie. he would occasionally blow his hair out of his eyes and wipe his brow with the back of his hand; it was like you were kids again.

your phone buzzed next to you, it was from tendou.

“you excited for tonight?” you smiled

“absolutely! what are you going as?”

“i think i’m going to be pennywise! what about you and ushi?”

you tapped your finger against your chin before sending your message.

“it’s a surprise ;)”

you could feel his frustration through the phone.

“who’s that?” wakatoshi said as he nodded his head towards your phone. “tendou. he wants to know what our costumes are tonight.” ushijima sat up straight and looked at you very seriously, “you didn’t tell him did you?!” he exclaimed. you laughed softly, “no, no, i told him it was a surprise.” he relaxed, “excellent; i want them all to be surprised.” he smirked as he continued to whittle his pumpkin.

you and wakatoshi had planned an epic couples costume that was sure to shock everyone. the two of you were so wholesome and reserved that you really wanted to blow everyone’s socks off. you looked over your shoulder and admired your carefully curated costumes. you smiled to yourself knowing that everyone was probably expecting you to show up as something cutesy and sweet, but these costumes… THESE costumes… surprising.

after watching a few films, finishing your pumpkins, and eating your weight in pizza and candy; it was time to get dressed. wakatoshi eyed the skimpy material skeptically, “c’mon, toshi, it will be amazing! trust me!” you scamper off with your costume and get ready. you do your hair and your makeup following a tutorial entitled “victoria’s secret bombshell glow”. you felt like a glowing bombshell for sure. you fixed your top hat to your big curls and wrestled with the glitter and eyelashes and squeezed into the tiny gold spandex shorts and finally turned around… you started at your feet and the glittering, sky high booties, up to your fishnets, tiny gold shorts, exposed abs, the gold and black lingerie push up bra, little red silk jacket with black lapels and gold ornate designs, big bouncy curls and top hat with gold band and veil… you felt hooooot.

wakatoshi knocked on the door, “i think i need a little help, (y/n).” he opened the door and was wrestling with the arm bands of the singlet for his strongman costume. his exposed chest, abs and shoulders were oiled with body shimmer oil. he looked like adonis. his eyes fell on you. he was speechless in a whole new way. “(y/n)-..” he trailed off, his fake vintage mustache falling into your hands. “like it?” you asked twirling around in a cloud of glitter and hairspray. “y-yes.. very much.” he said quietly. he was entranced. “let’s take a picture, toshi!” you pushed his mustache to his upper lip and he caught you by the arm. your breath caught in your throat as you looked into his eyes. “t-toshi?” you said softly, blushing. “trick or teat, (y/n).” he pressed his lips firmly into yours and pulled you close. as you pulled away, his serious face melted and he started to laugh- his mustache had stuck to your upper lip. he grabbed his phone and said, “smile, pumpkin. it’s going to be a wild night.” you posed seductively as ushijima flexed for the photo and he sent it to the team. your phone started to blow up and you both laughed, reading the reactions of your friends.

[faerienextdoor]

general relationship hcs with (some) pastas

Fair warning, I'm using and hinting at mine and my friends’ writing for these creeps :) enjoy  also as soon as i figure out how to open an ask box, I’ll be accepting requests

Brian:

- oh where to start with this absolute himbo

- he melts around you. like he's your bitch, and you're his.

- he's the type of boyfriend that takes you out in the snow and shoves a handful down the back of your jacket, and laughs until you shove snow in his face

- it is snow war

- it ends with you cuddling him, wrapped in a blanket and content in front of the burning fire he got started just for you <3

- but he also has some weird... habits.

- drinks pickle juice.

- gets his hand stuck in the jar.

- looks at you like 🥺 until you sigh and help him. for the fifteenth time.

- he can cook some basic breakfast foods, and happily breaks out a cookbook to prepare you something as a surprise or to learn something with you!!

- baking with him would be a mess. he forgets flour goes everywhere and now you both look like you took a bath in cocaine

- but the cupcakes are mediocre at best. they aren't absolute garbage, so... cupcake points!

- he worries about how hoodie treats you. he doesn't remember anything when he regains control, but you've reassured him hoodie is just fine.

- and he is

(hoodie)

- hoodie is like a rottweiler or a doberman.

- protective. intimidating. energetic.

- but also a giant fucking baby.

- this large ass man lumbers over and drops to his knees. places his chin on your lap and stares at you from the fabric of his mask until you stop what you're doing and stroke his head awkwardly

- you could swear he does those happy grumbled a rottie does.

- hoodie is silent but shows he loves you just as much as brian does. He strokes your hair silently, even places a kiss to the crown of your head as you sink into his beefy arms.

- he smells nice too. surprisingly.

- but that raises the question: if hoodie showers, does he shower with that damn thing on?

- you won't get an answer if you were to ask.

- brian introduces you to his grandma julia. and she dotes on you.

- the immortal old lady remarks that you’re the best s/o brian has brought to her yet.

Tim:

- a lumberjack man with biceps like a fucking tree trunk

- how'd you land him? give me your secrets (/j)

- he's such a love bug. a tired stressed love bug.

- he finds /every/ excuse to have physical contact with you. it's like a little touch from you reassures him that you're real. you're like a dream to him.

- he's the best for cuddles. He holds you to his chest

- and you get special access to his moobs

- and he gently strokes your head, traces shapes into your back, etc. it's a special intimate moment each time.

- my man's is italian-american but can't cook to save his fucken life

- he always gets your favorite microwave meals though!! he never forgets.

- not feeling good? dw baby he's making it for you <33 shitty low tier bean and cheese burrito coming up

- slowly he learns the basics and surprises you with lunch or even dinner if you're lucky!!

- he loves you so much. and wants you to feel it and know it. all the time.

(masky)

- god where to start with this bitch

- he's not jeff levels of bad ofc, but he's silent and... weird. creepy, some may say. he doesn't mean to be.

- and he's a hard ass. far more strict than tim.

- he follows you around like a giant fucken puppy and will spook you by grabbing you abruptly and holding you tightly

- you can't escape him. he really utilizes his physical strength

- he loves lifting you up and just... holding you. or carrying you off.

- protective and overbearing.

- but tim keeps him under control.

(angst)

- he wouldn't want to lose you like he lost his last wife.

- you find pictures of a woman laying around and a small girl that bears a striking resemblance to her and tim.

- tim goes quiet and questioned but eventually caves and tells you about his family

- or what he used to have

- his wife died and his daughter disappeared.

- it broke him and you're all he has left now

- constantly needs your affection in return to his own

- pls love him

jeff:

- why the fuck would you date him

- he's the absolute worst in so many aspects. But he genuinely tries for you.

- even if his gifts are shitty, it's nice to know he thoughts of you, right? even if it's a half dead flower or a rib torn from a deer caraccas.

- but you get the butt end of his shithead antics. ranch bath, specifically. he smelt like spoiled milk for a week after and you had to cuddle that fucker.

- and don't get me started on mayo bath

- but he still loves finding himself in your arms. or finding you in his. he's demanding affection wise, and will yank you into him for some cuddles. whether you like it or not.

- he isn't one for a lot of pet names, but calls you curse words or "sweetheart" in polish.

- and you get to see the side of him that only shows when he breaks down.

(bit of angst)

- he misses his family and the life he used to have. he'll reminisce what it was like in poland with his mom and family with you, and you sometimes swear you can see his brown eyes gloss over at the memory of her.

- he never talks about his dad, you've noticed.

- don't ask.

- he brushes off heavy conversations with some dumb quip ("wanna see my renegade?")

- he sucks at cooking. god awful at it. but he really tries for you. manages a bowl of oat meal that's edible.

- but he overloads it with sugar and for some reason, salt.

- he's confused. he thinks that's normal (it isn't)

- his idea of a date is napping with you. or rather, forcing you into nap time.

- I mean it when I say this man is strong in a weird fucken way. latches onto you with that iron grip and you won't be able to leave for at least a few hours.

jane:

- ethereal wlw woman.

- could break you with her heels. or a flutter of what eyelashes she has.

- you're lucky to have her, and she's just as lucky to have you!

- she's sweet and charming. very smooth and takes good care of you.

- her love language is a mix of physical touch and acts of service.

- she'll cuddle you all night, and then make you breakfast in the morning.

- she loves showering with you when she's comfy enough around you! it's super intimate and she washes your hair.

- massages the soap into your hair, suds spilling down your neck and back as her fingers scrub circles into your scalp.

- it's heaven on earth. such a domestic life.

- it'll take a while for her to settle enough in the relationship for you to see her without her mask

- you make her feel so loved and wanted

- secure, even.

- she's protective but not controlling or overbearing. shes that type of girlfriend that's just a worrywart and relaxes as soon as you're curled up in her arms. you fit there perfectly, too. like you belong there.

- which you do. at least in her mind

- she has such a gentle touch and hold on you. like she's afraid you'll combust in her arms if she holds you too tightly.

- she loves stroking your hair and having you nap

- using her tiddies as a pillow 👌

(angst)

- she needs affirmation from you when it comes to her scars.

- she thinks that jeff ruined her. permanently marking her once spotless body.

- and she thinks you'll hate her or find her disgusting.

- that's why she freezes if/when you gently slip off her mask.

- she stares at you with those teary green eyes. then leans in and kisses you

- you make all of her worries disappear.

- she's also financially comfortable, but not really rich (on that topic: eat the rich)

- she spoils you every chance she gets. gifts, a nice dinner date, you name it

- she almost spoils you as much as she does her cat Emory

- little shit has the sparkliest fucken collar and acts like he's the shit

- he's your fur baby too now

Helen:

- oh my god this disaster of an art boi

- he's convinced he's the luckiest man in the world (and he might as well be!!)

- he obviously wouldn't have been the one to confess. but it was really obvious by how he painted and drew you constantly, that some feeling for you was lodged into his beating heart.

- he treats you like the finest china. with the most care a man can manage.

- he's the definition of clingy and affectionate from the very start.

- he curls around your sleeping form perfectly when y'all cuddle.

- his hand dances in your hair, soothing you into a dreamless sleep each night without fail.

- he has a magic touch and a gentle voice.

- and he cherishes you so fucken much. (like a simp /j)

- he shies away from kisses at first, but will hold your hand and melts if you hold his face in them!!!

- he's greek, and often speaks sweet things to you in it. he's so comfortable around you that he speaks in his native language to you. that's an accomplishment.

- he loves when you baby him. helen loves being cradled and loved.

- taking a nap with his head on your chest also hits different. he's so in love with you

(angst)

- he's afraid of losing you. who wouldn't be? you're amazing and you love /him/ of all people

- he thinks very negatively of himself. please scold him for self deprecating.

- he always worries he'll wake up and you'll be gone.

- so he holds you extra close at night. and follows you around when you leave for any reason. Trails behind you like a lost puppy in need of a gentle kiss.

- which, is what he essentially is

- and also: pls steal his sweater and wear it. he'll cry over how cute you are.

[purrsonaimagines]

Reminds me of You - Akira Kurusu x Reader

fluff prompt #3 - “Do you know where my hoodie is?” “No...”. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

i’m writing some stuff for the girls soon as well, and also a little somethin somethin for our lovely akechi and yusuke.

-

“Where is it..?” Akira mumured rustling the covers on his bed, brows furrowing in frustration.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Morgana asked from the far corner, bringing a paw over his ear.

“My jacket... I can’t find it.” Akira replied, fixing his blanket now to look around the room.

“Have you looked downstairs?” Morgana suggested.

“No... I left it up here last night when I got home from [Name]’s place...”

“You sure?” Morgana tested, standing up to nose around the room himself.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I remember beinging my jacket home...?” Akira huffed in reply, adjusting his glasses when he saw a piece of dark fabric dangle from under his bed.

He tugged on it, but his brows raised when he pulled out a small bundled robe instead. He looked over to Morgana briefly, before looking back down at the cover up.

“A robe...?” Morgana mused with a teasing tone, causing Akira to huff and nudge him lightly with his foot.

“Where’d I put my jacket then—“

Suddenly the ring of his phone caused Akira to jump, turning to fave the device. He walked over and grabbed it off his nightstand. His eyes lit up noticing your ID, a smiling filling his lips as he answered.

“Hey, [Name].” He hummed lovingly.

“Hey, sweetie. I was calling to see if you knew where I put my headphones last night? My mom wants to borrow them and—Oh!”

“Oh..?”

“I found them in my pocket.” You chirped, causing Akira to snicker at your cluelessness.

“I actually have a lost item of my own. Couldn’t find it since we hung out last night.”

“Oh? What’d you lose? Maybe I can help you find it.”

“My hoodie.”

“Your.. Hoodie?” You said slowly, shigting in your seat.

“Yeah, can’t find it.. I was gonna wear it when I went out today with Ryuji and Mishima..”

“Ah.. Well, I don’t think I’ve seen it.”

Then suddenly as he heard you move on the other end, his ears seemed to perk up like a cats. His eyes softened in realization, and a smirk crosse his lips as he let out a small laugh.

“Do you know where my hoodie is?”

“No...?”

He couldn’t contain his snickers now as he shook his head.

“You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hummed, trying to play it cool.

“Nice try, sweetheart. I can hear the fabric against your chair.” He said lowly, his glasses getting a mischievious gleam.

“....”

Silence filled the other line as he waited, before he heard you release a breath.

“I hate you.” You grumbled, causing Akira to grin in victory.

“So you do have it?” Akira teased, eyes softening at the way you mumbled under your breath.

“It’s soft..” You mumured over the phone, causing Akira’s heart to quicken and his smirk to drop.

“Plus it reminds me of you. I know you’re busy with the Phantom Thieves, and all sorts of stuff you do.. So I have this piece of you y’know..?” You admitted bashfully, the silence from Akira’s end causing your face to heat up.

“Sorry... That was was dumb, and sappy.. I-“

“Hey, hey hey.. I didn’t say that. I think it’s cute.”

“Mhm... Are you gonna come pick it up now..?” You asked in a dehected tone, and Akira could practically see your doe eyes from here.

“Ah.. Actually, you can keep it if it makes you so happy. I’ll just wear a different one today.”

“Really? Thank you so much, babe! I love you!”

“I love you too, treasure.”

Behind all your excited chattering, you finally paused to let Akira speak again. A large grin covered your lips as you waited in silence.

“I’ll come hang out with you after I’m done with Mishima and Ryuji, okay?”

“Mhm! That aounds good. We can finally finish that movie, and we can get more ideas for Haru’s birthday!” You exclaimed giddily, jumping up from your seat.

“That sounds nice..” He hummed, already thinking about the relaxing aura of sitting on your couch cuddling during the chosen movie.

“Alright treasure, I’ve gotta go now, okay?” Akira affirmed, grabbing his bag from beside his door.

“Aw, yeah okay. Have fun! Tell Mishima and Ryuji I said hi!”

“I will. I’ll see you around six?”

“Sounds good, sweetie. I love you.” You cooed with a gentle smile.

“I love you too, [Name].. Seeya later.”

“Bye!”

The phone beeped signalling the wnd of the call, causing Akira to let out a contempt sigh. He was so damn lucky to have a partner like you, the thought made his heart race already.

“So.. You call them treasure, huh?” Morgana’s teasing voice bounced from the room’s corner, causing Akira to gasp and whip his head to the cat.

“How much of that did you hear..?” He gulped.

“All of it.” Morgana said with a devilish stare, practically smirking if he could.

“Morgana—“

“If you don’t want me telling Ryuji and Mishima, I want fatty tuna for the next month!”

“No way!”

“Well I guess your treasure is about to become everyone elses then, huh—?”

“F-Fine! Let’s just go, okay? We’ll negotiate later..”

Morgana let out a satisfied purr and hopped into Akira’s bag, nestling into the inside. Akira on the other hand was beet red as he approached the door, looking down at your messages talking about movies. Your texts were carried by hearts, only causing him more distress.

Sometimes he was the luckiest guy in the world... But other days it came to bite him in the ass..

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this seems so short I’m so sorry. i feel like im oumpung these out so fast. i have smth angsty coming up pretty soon, so im excited for that! im making sure its all good first before posting though bc i want it to be impacting.

tysm for requesting and reading tho, it means the world to me!!! ily guys sm

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Me, throughout the entirety of 6x05:

And I suppose I could just leave it there but NO, we’re doing a LIST. Of all the excellent things from “Prom Night!”

SPOILERS!

AV Club reviewer giving this episode the first ‘A’ of the season: :D

AV Club reviewer still insisting that “Midvale” was filler: D:<

Forever destined to disagree with the AV Club reviews in some way or another...

Okay, so! We begin with a very helpful reminder from Alex that things are different, in this Post-Crisis World!

(I mean, on the one hand, am I slightly distressed that key aspects of the Pilot and the WHOLE of “Midvale” are now gone, along with Earth-38? Yes. 

On the other, Kara remembers her lived-experiences of everything that had transpired in the Earth-38 timeline, so they still sorta happened and have informed her characterization. 

So...it’s fine. It’s fine. This is fine.)

I do love that, ‘Kara punched a meteorite out of the sky’ is now a Thing That Happened, though. 

(Well perhaps NOT ANYMORE but I’m getting ahead of myself.)

KENNY LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES!!!!!

“Scooby-Duo” listen, as someone who has already imagined all these kiddos in Hanna-Barbera cartoon style, running around Midvale, solving crimes and saving the day, I loved this description.

Alex being like, ‘DO. NOT. SCREW UP. MY PAST.’ ahhhhh we love to see that scary Older Sibling energy on full display.

And then Brainy and Nia are off to the past!

The only thing that could’ve made the utterance of ‘totes’ worse would’ve been the addition of, ‘magotes’. Thank goodness they exercised restraint in the writers’ room.

FORTUNATELY the terrible ordeal of reliving dated slang is offset by some truly excellent lines and line-reads throughout the rest of the episode.

For instance! Loved Brainy’s, ‘the perfect optical illusion’ and ‘off the dash, please.’ So great.

Other honorable mentions: ‘Damn it, Mitch!’ ‘That’s a LOT of exposure’ and I forget the line itself but when Cat’s like, ‘normal town my a--’ and then the cut to commercial break AAAAAHHHHHH so good.

Okay, back to the episode, Nia and Brainy, on the Legion Cruiser, AND THEN!

AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN!

OUR KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDS!!!!!

I love them. It won’t happen, but gosh, I want a Midvale spin-off so bad. 

Like, the Crisis retcon made some space in the girls’ past for a spin-off to actually...kinda work. 

(But sustaining the premise across multiple episodes/seasons would be tricky and there would always be the threat of running up against like. The current show’s continuity.

But hey! They could just ignore it, I guess! That’s what the Superman show is doing!) *insert frowny emoji here* 

So the kids have gathered with Alex for milkshakes, which is delightful.

But ALL IS NOT WELL! As Alex reads about the ‘luckiest town’ and is like:

(Except with a lot more anxiety and frowning)

I feel as though we already knew Alex went to Stanford but I can’t remember if Kara’s (terrible) resume revealed that she went to National City University?

*Checks* Yes it did.

Another thing I LOVE is just. Alex as the Responsible One, whose anxiety is perpetually cranked to a 9.5, driving the Scooby-Duo around in the suburban mom van for super-ing jobs.

Also, ‘super-ing’ is an excellent verb, 15/10

Young Cat Grant! ....More on her later.

Nicole and Jesse did such a great job with the comedy in this episode--their initial attempt at a cover story/lie is so good. 

And the masterful transition into an actual good lie that Nia knew would win Kara over...VERY NICE.

Kara being so obviously thrilled that there are OTHER ALIENS! WITH POWERS! HERE, IN MIDVALE! RIGHT HERE!

Fandom has ruined the whole ‘Kara has golden retriever energy’ as is their way but I must say...very much getting ‘excited puppy energy’ here. 

Nia and Kara comparing powers was so CUUUUUUUUTE!!!!

As was the picture on Kenny’s desk of him and Kara. D’aaaawwww.

(But OH NO SADNESS...BECAUSE A BREAKUP IS IMMINENT.)

Okay in addition to all of the incredibly adorable content we also get lots of FAMILY FEEEEEEELINGS, which: Yes, good, yes.

But Eliza is only here as a PICTURE on Kara’s nightstand and a NAME on Alex’s badge, I am sad. :C

(Hope Helen Slater is in this last season at some point...need that soothing mom energy after all the Phantom Zone angst)

I think I’m out of order now but Kenny wanting to help Kara help people is just. The most adorable thing. 

Spoiler alert: I use the word ‘adorable’ a lot in this list. Sorry...but also not. 

The Brainy music when he’s in the school computer lab watching the printer is really great. I think we’ve heard it before, but it meshed so well with the whole vibe of both the character and the episode, just stood out nicely, I guess.

Okay, so. Do we think that Jesse could always do the baseball bat tricks, and the writers wrote it in, or do we think that he learned them for the show? My money is on the former.

Either way, very impressive.

And now for the truck situation! I kinda thought it would turn out that it was Cat’s doing, as she was trying to suss out the ‘super’, but nope, it was the blue dudes.

(Which makes more sense, since they have no qualms about endangering other people.)

And ON THAT NOTE, the blue guys! They are the perfect level of ridiculous, and they are wonderfully straightforward in ways that the Phantoms are not.

Also, I love that one of them is named Mitch?

Nia and Kara save the day!

After Kara busts the brakes and is like, ‘uhhh....they’re not working’

I noticed the Metropolis license plate and while yes it’s a little strange that plates are...apparently city-based in this corner of Earth Prime, stranger still is that Cat presumably drove clear across the country to check out this story. Right? Like, that’s the only way she has that plate out in Midvale?

Wait, wait. Totally forgot to mention Kara and Nia’s EXTREMELY OBVIOUS ‘don’t be suspicious’ sunglasses gambit at the Midvale College campus you absolute DORKS.

Right, so.

Remember those FAMILY FEELZ??? WELL!

We’ve got Nia’s call to her mom, which, oof. OOOOOF. 

And then we have even MORE FEELINGS aka: The garage talk.

Okay. OKAY. So even though I’m a little sad “Midvale” no longer occurred in Earth Prime’s timeline, I am fascinated by the ways this new series of events have impacted Alex, Kara, and their past. (Also thrilled that Kenny lives, natch). Alex’s resentment and the burden of ‘protect Kara, PROTECT KARA’ have been left to simmer while Kara’s determination to help people has led to some...earnest but slightly careless secret hero work. The building blocks of the conflict introduced in “Midvale” are still there so while it might at first seem a little...repetitive, for Alex to lay all this out to Kara, it’s really just the reveal of a new boiling point; a post-crisis update on the scene in Midvale where Alex is like, ‘I had two parents before you showed up.’

AAAAAAAAAHHHHH IT’S EMOTIONALLY DEVESTATING I LOVE IT. 

And then like. The new, but also not-new angle, of Alex leveraging her world-weariness against Kara’s youthful optimism/somewhat reckless desire to help, and then Kara throwing BACK that she’s explored other solar systems. 

The LAYERS.

Also that Alex is like, ‘we need weapons, let’s tell mom and also call the DEO,’ classic Alex.

The garage talk ends with Kara determined to come clean to Kenny...BUT OH NO, THE HERO HIDEOUT IS SO CUTE, AND KENNY IS SO DEAR. 

And the reveal that the almost-kiss in “Midvale” actually happened d’awwwww these kids. 

Like. I am legitimately torn, here. I totally understand and support Kara in being honest with Kenny about the whole college situation--but also GAH. KENNY IS SO NICE AND CUTE AND EARNEST. 

You know what ELSE is nice and cute and earnest?

Nia singing “9 to 5″ to Brainy to cope with stress and boost morale.

Heckin’ adorable, gosh.

Aaaaaand some other stuff occurred as the episode closed out but I don’t have them in my notes and BASICALLY I want the next hour like, now. Right now. Because this was WONDERFUL. FROM START TO FINISH.

So some Overall thoughts!

I said we’d get to Cat ‘CJ’ Grant later, so here we are: I...think I liked her? Overall? It was a performance that gradually won me over, is how I would describe it.

Absolutely wild that Cat built a media empire in a mere six years. 

Also her whole, ‘I am going to find this extraordinary being and name them and kick Lois Lane into the classifieds’...I mean she eventually gets two out of three, there.

As I already started to mention, sad that Eliza wasn’t here! But it makes sense, since a lot of this, Kara is trying to keep on the DL.

Obviously, I am ALWAYS down for these flashback situations with the young Danvers. But it was also nice to take a break from the Phantom stuff. The plot here is simple/streamlined in a way the Phantom stuff...isn’t. I love the emotional character stuff coming out of the Phantom Zone arc but wow, the Phantoms are just. Needlessly complicated. 

The little episode recap where Lena is explaining that Phantom Prime is like a bloodhound was like, ‘oh right, they do that too...in addition to all the other stuff that they apparently do.’

So, yes. Welcome change.

The change of scenery + type of action was nice too!

Though RIP to everyone’s hair, fighting against the moisture.

This episode also handled the Brainy/Nia relationship really well, IMO. Like, due to the whole, ‘trying to fit so much in, always’ approach to Supergirl episodes sometimes results in a bit of...one-sidedness, for various characters. Think for instance of Kelly needing to cheer everyone on in episode 2, but not having space for her own feelings/emotional needs in that episode.

I’ve felt that a bit with Brainy and Nia thus far--one will sort of take up more narrative space, so the relationship feels a little lopsided.

NOT SO HERE! They are both going through some stuff, they are both struggling to cope, they both come to rely on one another for help. 

YES. GOOD. YES!!!!

Something I’m loving about season 6 overall is that so far, it doesn’t feel like the plot is stepping on character development too much. Like, it still isn’t a perfect balance, and some episodes manage it better than others, but compared to season 5? Leaps and bounds.

Everything was so nicely tied together and the dialogue was witty, the humor was delightful, EVERYONE WAS ADORABLE AND EARNEST AND DID I MENTION ADORABLE?* but they never lost sight of the themes and emotional through-lines and GAAAAAHHHHHH MIDVALE EPISODES ARE THE BEEEEEESTTTTTTTTT!

*Okay Alex was mainly stressed out but that’s to be expected.

TL;DR - Best episode of the season thus far? Best episode of the season thus far. 

[milknette]

day 16 - do not disturb

my father’s stone-faced, while you’re asking for his blessing.

tumblr month: @marichatmay

links: ao3 | ff.net

MARINETTE’S parents just wanted to be the first ones to greet their daughter on her birthday.

But as they burst into her room, ignoring the “do not disturb” sign stuck to the entrance, they realized three very important things:

That they were (unfortunately) not the first people to greet her,

That the first to greet her was an all-too-familiar boy (even with the mask on) and:

That they really should start valuing their daughter’s privacy more.

Turning a shade of red that her parents didn’t think was possible— Marinette, their daughter, their little girl (— well, maybe not so little anymore), looked at them in shocked horror, before immediately pushing the hero off her bed, and sitting up.

“Meowch!” Chat Noir groaned, glancing disbelievingly at the girl. “What was that for!?”

Marinette didn’t speak, only smiling awkwardly as she roughly nudged him with her foot; then tilted her chin forward, as he followed its direction:

Only to come face-to-face with the Dupain-Chengs— both with their mouths comically parted in surprise, wearing party hats, as Tom Dupain held a grandly decorated chocolate cake in his hands.

Oh.

Oh, crap.

Mirroring Marinette’s face, Chat Noir adopted an awkward smile of his own, somehow managing to offer a weak wave at the two adults. “... Nice to see you again!”

Tom dropped the cake.

What a waste of chocolate.

— — — — —

Marinette had no idea how she was going to spend her nineteenth birthday, but it definitely wasn’t like this.

She gulped, hands awkwardly placed on her lap as Chat Noir sat next to her, equally terrified with the turn of events. Across them sat her parents— a common expression on their faces that she’d never seen before, and couldn’t quite decipher.

Either way, Marinette didn’t like it.

They had been sitting in silence for some time— her parents seemed to be waiting for her to speak, but she still had no idea what to say.

She was still horrified.

Fortunately for her, however, Chat Noir finally decided to break the silence.

“So… it was nice of you to make a cake for Marinette’s birthday.”

Tom looked at him, stone-faced. “And now it’s in the trash.”

Chat Noir looked like he wanted to disappear. “Yeah.” He finally replied, somewhat meekly.

“Yeah.”

Tom stared at the two for a moment, before sighing. “So… what are you two?” He pointedly looked at Chat, who gulped from the sheer intensity.

He was a cat-themed superhero, but at that moment, he looked like a mouse with the amount of fear in his eyes.

Marinette sighed. Guess she had to take control.

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly took Chat Noir’s hand in hers, lacing them together. “We’re dating.” She finally stated.

Tom raised an eyebrow, a flash of emotion appearing in his face before it disappeared immediately. “Really?” He looked back at Chat Noir. “I thought you didn’t like her.”

“Oh come on, dad! That was years ago!”

Tom shot her a stern look, effectively causing his daughter to shut up. “I’m asking Chat Noir.”

Chat Noir gulped, then took a deep breath. With newfound confidence, he stared back at his girlfriend’s father. “Things have changed. I’m in love with Marinette now, and I’m the luckiest cat— person in the world to be with her.”

“So you have no more feelings for Ladybug?” He asked. “You two seem awfully close whenever you’re on the news.”

Marinette gulped. Ever since they found out each other’s identities, it was, frankly, much harder to keep their hands off each other (in whatever persona they were). It was one of the reasons they kept their dating low-profile, in case anyone connect the dots and realize their true identities.

Chat Noir glanced at Marinette, before nodding. “I still admire Ladybug. She’s been my partner for years, and I can’t imagine my life without her.”

Against herself, Marinette found a smile form on her face. Her dad, on the other hand, much less enthused.

Undaunted, the hero continued. “But the same goes for Marinette. She’s not only my girlfriend, but my best friend; she’s my soulmate, and means everything to me.” He shot the girl a soft smile. “I love your daughter.”

At that, her mom finally spoke up. “Now Tom, let them off already.” She exhaled, as if she’d been actively working to keep quiet. “You’ve had your fun, dear, let’s not drag this any longer than it already has.” Sabine looked at Chat, who was evidently shaking. “I think you’ve scared this poor kitty enough.”

The woman laughed, as her husband’s features softened; almost like he hadn’t been angry at all. He grinned, playfully pouting at his wife. “Aw, things were just getting good!” He sighed, before walking up to Chat Noir.

He had no idea what was going to happen.

But he definitely didn’t expect to be wrapped up in a sudden hug from his girlfriend’s father.

“Welcome to the family, Chat Noir!” He laughed. “We’ve been waiting for you for some time now.”

As her dad hugged what seemed to be the life out of her boyfriend, Marinette only looked on in shock. “What?!”

Her mom walked over to her, then smiled. “Your dad and I have known about you and your superhero boyfriend for some time now,” she laughed, noticing her daughter’s disbelieving look. “You two aren’t really subtle, after all. We know you and this house too well.”

Marinette watched as her dad put Chat Noir down. “Then why did we have to go through all this!?”

“Your dad wanted to have some fun and play the ‘strict father’ role he’s been seeing on TV.” Her mom replied, before leaning over to whisper into her daughter’s ear. “He’s been obsessed with K-Dramas recently.”

“What about you? What did you have to gain?”

Her mom shrugged. “I like seeing your dad enjoy himself,” she stated, then pointed a joking finger to Marinette’s chest. “And it’s fair punishment for you trying to keep him a secret from us.”

Tom walked over to his wife, putting a hand around her shoulders. “She’s right.” He responded, turning to face the two teenagers. “We had to see you two canoodling before you officially introduced yourselves as dating.”

Canoodling. Marinette bit back a laugh.

“So… does that mean you’re okay with us dating?” She finally asked, still somewhat nervous.

Marinette did love her parents, after all: and she was anxious to have their approval.

“Of course!” They both replied, before laughing at how in sync they were. Her dad smiled. “I can’t believe my little girl’s dating a superhero! It’s exciting!”

Well, his little girl was also a superhero, but it’s not like she could tell him that.

He’d have to settle with knowing she was dating one.

Chat Noir and Marinette smiled, turning to face each other, before her mom interrupted with a sudden ahem.

“Just because we’re okay with it, however,” her mom started.

“Does not mean we’re not implementing a few rules.” Her dad finished.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What rules?”

“First of all, Chat Noir has to greet us whenever he’s here.” Her mom began, staring at the two. “And he enters through the front door, like a normal boyfriend.”

Marinette was about to speak, before immediately closing her mouth at their pointed look.

“So no more sneaking him into your room,” her dad stated. “We need to know when he’s here.”

Before she could respond, Chat Noir stopped his girlfriend and nodded. “We understand.”

“In return, you can see him however much as you want.” Then her mom smiled. “And we’ll stop entering your room whenever you have the ‘do not disturb’ sign up.” She winked, causing both teens to turn red.

“Mom!”

Her dad looked equally terrified:

“Sabine!” 

[miscalex]

     ‹  jeon jungkook, cis male, he/him  ›  →  oh ? excuse me, but isn’t that alexander kang ? they look nothing like they did before … i think they're twenty-four now ? yeah, last time i heard about them, they were an professional boxer and were really struggling to come by. but who isn’t nowadays, right ? and them being a capricorn ? that’s like … even worse for them. hopefully this trip can change their perspective to things, because they sure need it.

     good  morning  or  evening  or  wherever  you  are  !  i  wanna  thank  for  the  patience  because  like  ..  twenty  things  wen  wrong  since  last  night  at  8pm  gmt+1  and  i’ve  been  going  with  the  flow  (  or  tryin’ ...  i’m  tryin’  ).  either  way,  reaches  me  at  𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ♡#6348  for  plots  or  here  on  tumblr.  on  with  the  intro  !

     FULL  NAME  ALEXANDER ZEUS KANG     NICKNAMES  ALEX, LEX, AZK, ZEUS      AGE  TWENTY - FOUR     DATE  OF  BIRTH  DECEMBER 27TH 1996     ZODIAC  SIGN  CAPRICORN     PERSONALITY  TYPE  ESTP-A ( ENTREPERNEUR )     ALIGNMENT  CHAOTIC NEUTRAL    PIERCINGS  EAR PIERCINGS ( TWO IN ONE + THREE ON THE OTHER )     TATTOOS  ARM SLEEVE, HAND TATTOOS, 2 BACK TATTOOS AND TWO CHEST TATTOOS     DRINKER  YES     DRUGS  OCCASIONALLY     NARCOTICS  OCCASIONALLY     ALLERGIES  COCONUT,  CAT FUR     ILLNESS  UNDIAGNOSED MULTIPLE BIPOLAR DISORDER

┈ STEP ONE  .  A  SCOOP  OF  UNFILTERED  DRAMA  (  tw  ALCOHOL  ABUSE,  NEGLECT,  CHILDHOOD  TRAUMA,  DEPRESSION  )

     i.  alexander  zeus  kang  was  named  as  such  with  big  visuals  of  grandness  and  power.  his  father,  CEO  of  Kang  SF  Industries,  wanted  nothing  more  than  a  child  to  have  perfect  picture  family  in  his  aid.  his  mother,  on  the  other  hand,  was  nothing  but  a  trophy  wife  with  narcissistic  tendencies,  alcoholic  and  a  string  of  affairs.  to  say  alexander  was  born  and  raised  in  a  home  without  love  is  an  understatement,  but  to  the  public,  he  was  the  happiest,  luckiest  baby  boy  to  step  this  world

     ii.  trapped  between  nannies,  lecturers  and  his  own  solitude,  alexander  grew  unable  to  develop  emotional  connections  until  he  was  seven.  often,  his  father  would  yell  and  degrade  him  when  he  didn’t  smile  for  pictures  or  seemed  a  little  bit  ill  and  his  mother,  to  lack  of  another  word,  simply  ignored  his  existence  for  the  remaining  time.  the  small  moments  of  affection  were  shared  in  events  and  in  front  of  cameras  and  the  small boy  lived  for  it.  it  was  only  when  the  family  doctor  diagnosed  him  with  depression  and  retarded  social  skills  that  his  parents  finally  put  him  in  school,  in  order  to  give  a  chance  to  the  boy  to  grow  up

     iii.  the  first  years  ?  weren’t  easy  for  him.  his  tutors  had  taught  him  things  that  simply  weren’t  given  in  school  or  were  overly  developed,  which  meant  he  was  ahead  of  his  class.  this  caused  him  to  show  erratic  behavior  and  disobedience.  as  he  got  home  to  notes  from  the  teachers  and  warnings,  the  same  behavior  was  shown:  his  mother  ignored  him  and  his  father  yelled,  destroyed  everything  around  him.  the  school  therapist,  however,  saw  beyond  this  behavior,  he  saw  that  the  child  was  most  likely  bored.  more  notes  were  sent  to  his  home,  this  time  requesting  the  boy  to  be  signed  up  for  sports,  music,  and  things  to  develop  his  skills

     iv.  the  two  activities  he  loves  most  were  kick - boxing  and  music.  the  aggression  the  sport  brought  him  made  him  feel  more  confident  and,  obviously,  feel  powerful  against  a  figure  like  his  father.  music  forced  him  to  open  up  and  face  his  emotions,  realizing  he  had  some.  as  followed  by  the  therapist,  he  showed  improvement  not  only  in  emotional  and  mental  stability,  but  his  social  skills  started  improving  as  well.  this  was  a  gold  mine,  a  good  case  of  success  that,  unfortunately,  couldn’t  be  shared

┈ STEP  TWO  .   IT’S  NOT  JUST  A  PHASE,  MOM  (  HOMOPHOBIA,  PRESSURE,  ALCOHOL  AND  DRUG  MENTION  )

     v.  his  parents  couldn’t  care  less.  they  didn’t  notice  how  the  boy  spent  more  time  away,  as  long  as  he  was  there  for  show.  they  only  really  started  paying  attention  when  they  were  forced  to  attend  a  kick - boxing  school  match  and  even  then,  you  could  see  the  lingering  disinterest.  things  changed,  however.  his  mother  was  starting  to  give  him  two  seconds  of  her  attention  and  his  father  went  out  of  his  way  to  provide  for  his  passion.  instead  of  despising  the  sport  for  being  barbaric,  they  supported  his  decision,  his  father  even  going  out  to  pay  for  a  personal  trainer  for  him.  as  long  as  he  kept  fighting  ?  he  had  their  attention

     vi.  their  attention  started  to  become  smothering,  his  schedules  extending  and  leaving  him  in  a  corner.  his  mother  had  especial  aggressive  pressure,  waking  him  up  at  ungodly  hours,  making  him  train  for  too  many  hours  in  a  row,  tiring  him  out.  but  being  the  first  time  alexander  had  his  parent’s  “love”,  he  tried  his  very  best  to  endure  it

     vii.  around  this  time,  alex  did  started  to  question  some  things  about  himself.  and  in  his  own  way,  confused  about  the  world  and  about  his  own  sexuality,  he  had  became  extremely  close  with  a  boy,  daejung.  despite  the  pushed  schedules  and  bad  trips,  that  boy  was  the  shine  in  alex’s  days,  tending  to  him  when  he  could,  making  it  easy  to  endure  the  pressure  he  was  being  put  through.  however,  his  parents  started  to  notice  his  pattern  and  when  they  found  out  it  was  a  boy  of  everything,  the  were  quick  to  try  and  shut  it  down.  that  was  the  first  real  time  alex  shut  down.  after  fighting  with  his  parents  for  hours,  being  told  he  was  only  a  gift  of  god  due  to  his  talent  but  spawn  of  satan  due  to  everything  else,  alex  just  caved.  after  all,  if  he  was  just  that,  why  not  act  like  it  ?

     viii.  this  wild,  unfiltered  behavior  only  got  worse  when  daejung  left  town  unannouced,  breaking  his  heart  even  further.  the  only  thing  that  gave  him  peace  of  mind  was  his  career  and  music,  falling  into  the  self-destructive  pattern  even  quicker.  late  nights,  alcohol,  men  and  women  at  his  display,  alex  didn’t  have  boundaries  anymore.  when  his  father  finally  put  his  foot  down,  alex  already  had  the  monotary  freedom  to  move  out  and  so  he  did,  between  screams  and  destruction,  cutting  his  parents  completely  from  his  his  career  by  hiring  a  new  accountant  and  manager.  that  was  the  last  time  he  spoke  to  his  parents

┈ STEP  THREE  .   TIPBITS  &.  SILLY  INFORMATION

     a)  capricorn  sun,  gemini  moon,  aries  rising  &  libra  venus

     b)  allergic  to  coconut  and  cat  fur,  but  he  will  still  love  and  appreciate  cats,  and  might  want  to  add  to  his  mini  zoo

     c)  by  mini  zoo,  he  has  four  dogs  and  two  sugar  gliders.  dogs:  davinci,  yeo,  chanel  and  princess;  sugar  gliders:  loki  and  thor

     d)  can’t  sleep  with  socks  to  save  his  life.  hates  wearing  shoes  indoors.  will disown  you  if  sees  you  sleeping  with  socks

[vernonfielding]

I’ll keep it (our secret)

Jake agrees it's best they don't tell Charles they're trying. It's just really, really hard. (Yep, it’s a missing scene from Pimemento.)

Thanks to @fezzle for the beta! She’s just the best, you guys. And thanks also to @exploding-snapple, who inadvertently inspired this story, somewhat, from a conversation we had last week.

Read on AO3.

The morning after their first foray into baby-making sex, Jake is sitting at his desk when a woman walks into the precinct holding a baby on her hip and weirdly, his first thought is, ‘That was fast.’

It’s followed immediately by his second thought, which is that the baby, of course, is not his.

“Can I help you?” Jake says to the woman.

“Someone broke into my apartment last night,” the woman says, and then bursts into tears.

Jake’s not bad with people who are crying; he’s not great with them either. But the bullpen is currently empty of detectives other than Hitchcock and Scully, who appear to be playing cat’s cradle with their toes, so he leads the woman to the chair by his own desk and waits for her to calm down enough to tell him more. He gets why the woman is freaked out -- she woke up this morning to find her living room in disarray, her TV and laptop and purse all gone -- but it’s a relatively boring case. When he’s done getting the basics, the woman -- her name is Caroline Wu -- dabs at her eyes and sniffles dramatically.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess, it’s just my wife is out of town and this is my first time alone with the baby,” Ms. Wu says, gesturing to the kid on her lap. He has black hair that sticks up straight all over, like a cartoon character who’s just been shocked, and he’s been drooling steadily for the past half hour.

“It’s okay,” Jake says. “We’ll take care of this.”

The woman gives him a weak, watery smile and rubs at her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. Her eyes are bloodshot and swollen and her cheeks are a splotchy pink and he feels bad for noticing that she’s kind of a wreck. He feels worse when she sighs and says, “I’m such a mess. Is there a bathroom I can use?”

“Yeah, down the hall,” Jake says, and nods in the right direction.

The woman stands, shuffling the baby back onto her hip, and then she bites her lip and shuffles her feet before saying, “I hate to ask, but- would you mind holding my son? I’ll just be a minute.”

Jake feels himself go wide-eyed for a moment, then shakes himself and says, “Sure, yeah, here,” and holds his hands up for the baby. Ms. Wu passes him over and thanks Jake and heads down the hall, her sneakers squeaking against the linoleum.

The baby is heavy in his arms, and Jake sets him on his knee and bounces him a little. The kid could be three months old or three years, Jake honestly has no clue. He blinks up at Jake, looking totally unbothered to be left here without his mom, and Jake wonders if it’s too early for a “stranger danger” conversation.

“Can you talk?” Jake says to the baby. The baby drools. “Okay, well. I’m Jake. I guess you can’t tell me your name.”

He’s held babies before, of course: Ava and Iggy, Amy’s niece Dolores and her nephew Reggie, Cagney and Lacey, though not when they were this small. He’s never really noticed before how warm babies are, and how sturdy. This baby’s eyes are so brown they’re almost black, and he’s looking at Jake like he can see straight into his soul (and hasn’t yet made up his mind about whether he likes what he sees).

The baby jams a fist in his mouth, and in the same instant he grabs for the badge around Jake’s neck and yanks, hard. Jake lurches forward in his chair and throws his arms around the baby to keep him from slipping off his knee to the floor, and that’s when he hears the shutter-click of an iphone camera and looks up into the gleeful face of Charles.

“This is so beautiful,” says Charles, who may or may not be crying. “I’m sending it to Amy.”

Jake hears the “swoosh” of a sent message, and less than a minute after that his own phone vibrates on his desk. Jake shuffles the baby to his other knee so he can pick up the phone. It’s a text from Amy, all caps: DO NOT TELL HIM.

Jake sighs and sets his phone face-down on his desk. The baby has stuffed Jake’s badge in his mouth, and Charles is still taking photos. This is going to be impossible.

+++

It’s not like Jake actually tells Charles everything. He kept the proposal a secret -- never even let on that he was buying the ring. He doesn’t talk about his sex life (it’s too private, and Charles’ brain and/or heart couldn’t take it anyway), or about how sometimes Amy’s tendency to schedule every minute of their shared days off makes him want to burn her special weekend binders (just a little burning -- like a light char).

But this feels different. A baby -- that’s such a huge step, and Jake’s excited, his whole body practically thrumming with a nervous, joyful anticipation, but he’s still scared, too. And now that they’re committed to this, like actually having the unprotected baby-making sex (and oh god, Amy could be pregnant right now), Jake doesn’t want to lay all his fears on Amy. She needs him to be all in, and he is all in, he truly is, but it’s possible to be all in and also terrified, he’s realizing, because that’s where he’s at.

He can’t even articulate to himself what he’s scared of, exactly. He knows by now that he won’t be his dad, that he would never abandon Amy or their child and that he’ll always do his very best. But what if his best still isn’t good enough? What if he lets them down in some way he can’t even begin to imagine right now, because he never had a dad to let him down (other than the obvious let-down of total abandonment -- but aside from that)? Jake doesn’t even know what he doesn’t know about being a good father. 

Charles would say, ‘You’re Jake, any baby you father is going to be the luckiest baby in the world.’ And then he’d say, ‘You’re going to be top ten, maybe top five dads of all time, like probably not better than Mufasa or Full House’s Danny Tanner, but right up there.’ And then things would start to get weird and Charles would talk about how he wishes Jake was his father, and Jake would have to hang up on him or walk away or whatever, but the other stuff? Jake kind of really wants to hear that right now. He wants Charles’ uncomplicated, unrelenting confidence in all things Jake.

+++

“You can tell Charles if you really want to,” Amy says that night, after their second round of baby-making sex of the evening.

Jake’s feeling pretty spent as the sweat cools on his face and chest, and he idly winds his fingers through Amy’s hair. She’s tucked up against him, her head on his shoulder, and he can feel her heart still beating fast.

“Are you really talking about Charles?” Jake says, and Amy chuckles.

“I was thinking about how right now one of your little sperms might be swimming to my egg and this could be it,” Amy says, and Jake feels a nervous, happy flutter in his belly. “And then I realized that was exactly the kind of thing Charles would be thinking about, which, by the way, is why we’re not telling him. But he’s your best friend, and-”

“Ames, you’re my best friend,” Jake says, and pulls her closer to him. “It’s fine if we keep this just between us.”

“And Rosa,” Amy says.

“And- You told Rosa?” Jake sits up a little, and Amy rolls onto her back and gives him a sheepish half-smile.

“I’d told her when I thought I might be pregnant. You were dealing with the manhunt and I was freaking out a little and I needed her help,” Amy says. “And then the next day she asked how you’d taken it and I kind of just- told her we were trying. I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine,” Jake says quickly, leaning over to kiss her briefly. “At least we know Rosa won’t tell anyone, ever.”

Whereas Charles -- well. “I just don’t want everyone to know,” Amy says. “We don’t know how long this will take, or if there might even be problems along the way. And if we tell Charles you know he’ll start bringing in some kind of animal placenta soup and trust me, there will be plenty of time for morning sickness later, I don’t need the nausea now.”

“I get it, babe,” Jake says. He lies back down alongside her, and this time he rests his head on her shoulder, and he traces his fingers over her flat stomach. “Just us. And Rosa.”

Amy laughs, and Jake feels it under his fingers and imagines a baby there. He lays his palm over her skin and concentrates.

“I love you,” Amy says.

“Love you too.”

+++

The next morning Jake gets a call from Terry before Amy’s first alarm has even gone off. He’s got a suspected kidnapping case, and he needs Jake and Charles at the scene ASAP.

“Please tell me this is kicking your paternal instinct into overdrive,” Charles says, as soon as they’ve walked into La Petite Bebe daycare center, where a dozen children of various sizes, shapes and colors are toddling and squatting and crying and chewing on things.

Jake hisses, “Not now, Charles,” and squares his shoulders as a middle-aged woman with her hair pulled into a messy ponytail rushes toward them and introduces herself as Lena, the owner of the daycare.

One of the children has gone missing, Lena says, and shows them the ledger where she keeps track of drop-offs. She points out the name of the 5-month-old who was delivered by her father that morning at 6 a.m. and is now nowhere to be found.

“Could she have left on her own?” Jake says.

Lena stares at him, and Jake feels his cheeks start to burn. “She’s 5 months old,” she repeats. “She can’t even crawl yet.”

“So, no,” Jake says.

Lena leads them to a sofa where they can talk while her aide watches the remaining kids. She gives them a description of the baby: short brown hair, blue eyes, wearing pink leggings and a white onesie printed with “Welcome to the Shit Show” (“I don’t dress them,” Lena adds quickly). The parents are married and don’t seem to have any conflict. She’s called them both and left messages but they haven’t replied yet -- they don’t know their child is missing.

Charles takes notes and Jake is doing a fine job of not getting distracted by the total chaos around them, until a small child suddenly crawls right up to him, uses his knee to leverage herself to her feet, and makes a grab for his badge. She’s shoved it in her mouth before Jake can figure out what he’s supposed to do. 

Lena sighs and picks up the child, who wails when Jake’s badge slips out of her mouth.

“Sorry about that,” she says.

“It’s okay. I haven’t even cleaned it since the last one,” Jake says.

Five minutes later, the mother calls and tells Lena there was a miscommunication with her husband -- little Leslie wasn’t supposed to go to daycare at all that day, so they came by and picked her up and took her home and oops, forgot to tell anyone. She’s sorry for the inconvenience.

“Parents,” Lena says, shoulders slumping with relief or exhaustion, or both.

“Quick question,” Charles says, eyes darting to Jake and then back to Lena, “do you have a waiting list? And would it be presumptive to get on that waiting list before the child has been conceived?”

Jake stands up so quickly he pulls a small muscle in his back, and yanks Charles to his feet.

“Have a nice day, ma’am,” he says and hauls them both out the door.

+++

They get sent to a kid’s first birthday party in the afternoon, after a man who had been stabbed multiple times stumbled into the parents’ Greenpoint backyard. Fortunately none of the babies saw anything.

“You have to feel like the universe is sending you a message,” Charles says, after the paramedics have hauled the man away. He and Jake are following a blood trail, which starts at the sidewalk in front of the house and ends just beneath the pinata strung to a tree branch. Jake’s pretty sure 1-year-olds are too young to be swinging bats at pinatas, but he’s not a dad (yet), what does he know?

Jake takes off his sunglasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. He does actually feel like the universe or whatever is trying to tell him something, but he doesn’t know what. Behind him, he can hear children squealing and parents laughing, and then everyone starts singing “Happy Birthday.”

In a year and nine months, it might be his own kid’s first birthday. The image of it flashes before his eyes: A brown-haired baby with bright laughing eyes and a huge smile, chocolate cake smeared all over its face. Amy is crying a little, and Jake is too, and Charles makes them stand on either side of the high chair for a photo. Charles is, of course, bawling.

Jake realizes he’s smiling to himself and bites his lip to stop. He puts his sunglasses back on and turns to Charles, who is watching him expectantly, rocking back on his heels.

“It looks like the stabbing happened out front,” Jake says, wincing a little when Charles’ face falls. “We should start there.”

Later, the father of the birthday boy invites them to the party for cake, and they both politely decline. But when they’re alone again Charles says he knows of a place nearby that has a pork-and-beans cupcake he’s been dying to try and Jake opens his mouth to say yes, of course (even though -- no, absolutely not).

But he thinks about dodging Charles’ comments and questions about babies and biological clocks and fertility windows and he knows he’ll never survive.

“Sorry, bud. I’ve got plans.”

“Sure, okay,” Charles says, voice gone flat and horrible. “Some other time.”

+++

Jake’s standing at the kitchen counter wiping down his badge with Purell when Amy gets home that evening. She raises a questioning eyebrow but doesn’t actually ask what he’s doing.

They have salads for dinner because Amy read an article about fertility superfoods and apparently spinach and kale are the superest. When Jake doesn’t even raise a cursory protest, Amy asks him if he’s feeling okay.

“Yeah, fine,” Jake says, and stuffs a forkful of deep green spinach in his mouth. It tastes chalky and bitter and he swallows it down with grape soda (he’s trying to branch out a little).

Amy tells him about Gary’s latest accidental attempt at a coup among the beat cops -- “I know he doesn’t mean to undermine me, but he really needs to shut the f up about color-coding the weekend rotations” -- and Jake tells her about the not-missing kid from the morning and finding a man bleeding to death under a pinata.

They’re cleaning up together, Amy wiping down counters while Jake gets the dishwasher going, when Amy asks how it’s going with Charles. “He must have been losing it with all of those babies in the vicinity,” she says, and though she’s laughing a little Jake senses that she’s concerned.

“He was fine,” Jake says, and off Amy’s skeptical smirk, adds, “Okay, he was Charles.”

Amy tosses her sponge into the sink and rests a hip against the counter, and he can feel her gaze on the side of his face as he crouches over the dishwasher. He sets it running and then wipes off his hands on a towel and steps over to her. He loops his arms around her waist, tugging her to him, and kisses her, gently at first. When she hums against his lips he opens his mouth, tilts his head just so, and slides his tongue alongside hers. They make out for a while, Amy’s hands curling over his neck and his fingers reaching up under her shirt to stroke over her back.

Then the dishwasher gurgles loudly and they break apart, laughing.

“C’mon,” Jake says, letting go of her waist to grab her hand and pull her toward the bedroom. “I think it’s time for me to put some bludgers in your golden snitch.”

He hears Amy sigh behind him. “That’s not how Quidditch works, Jake.”

+++

Pimento, at least, takes Charles’ mind off of babies. It helps that they’ve gone more than 24 hours without a single child sighting.

Which is why Jake’s glad he’s alone in the main hospital waiting area when a couple emerges from an elevator. They’re young and their eyes are bruised with exhaustion and they both have the shell-shocked look that Jake usually associates with people who have just survived near-death experiences, but there’s a glow about them that he recognizes too. The man is holding a tiny pink bundle in his arms, and the woman keeps peeking over at them both, like she can’t help herself, like she can hardly stand to look anywhere else.

Jake’s heart is beating too-fast, because that will be him -- he’ll be the man with the bundle, the father taking his little girl or little boy home for the first time, and Amy will be right there too, and it’s going to be incredible. 

And when they get home, after they’ve settled in a bit, Charles will bring them so much soup and so many casseroles and they’ll even eat most of it because they won’t have time to shop or cook for themselves. And Charles will take photos and change diapers when they both need a break, and he’ll tell Jake he’s doing great, he’s doing his best, and that’s all any kid needs, after all.

“We can go up and see him now,” Charles says, breaking into his thoughts. Jake jerks and looks away from the new family, just as they disappear out the main hospital doors.

“Huh?”

“Pimento, we can see him,” Charles says. “Are you ready?”

Jake thinks about that for a moment and then grins up at Charles and stands. “Yeah,” he says, “I’m ready.”

End Notes:

The title is from Feed the Beast (Bash Brothers, of course).

A note on the timeline: I THINK this fits with what we have so far from the season? I notice some people are thinking that a couple of months have passed since the first episode, but I’m going with this being Jake and Amy’s first round at baby-making. If I missed some canon detail, please let me know! 

[ofendlesswonder]

13. for supercat? thank you and lots of love for your writing!!!!!

This is set in the Never Say Never universe, about 9 years after the epilogue. Hope you enjoy!

13. “Who did this?”

“Hi, beautiful,” Kara answered her phone on the second ring when she saw Cat’s name on the screen, smiling as she relaxed back into her office chair. “How’s yo - ”

“Something’s happened to Carter,” Cat interrupted her, voice strained and anxious, and Kara’s stomach flipped, mind flashing through any number of horrible scenarios, each worse than the last. “At school. I’m leaving the office now, but you’re closer.”

“I’m already on my way.” Kara didn’t hesitate for a moment, already logging off her computer and shrugging into her coat.

“You’re not busy?”

“I’m only grading papers, I don’t have any classes for the rest of the day.” The admin side of being an associate professor wasn’t her favourite, but she loved her students and she loved teaching, and she’d worked her ass off to get this position, wouldn’t change it for the world. “Did they say what the problem was?”

“No, just that we needed to go in.”

“Well, I should be there in a couple of minutes.” Carter’s elementary school wasn’t far away from the NCU campus, and Kara usually dropped him off on her way to work each morning. “I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up when she reached her car, trying not to let her panic affect her driving as she pulled out of her parking space and made the now-familiar drive.

It wasn’t the first time that she and Cat had been called to the school – Carter was their wonderful boy, but he struggled socially, and Kara knew that he was picked on by some of the other kids.

When she arrived, the receptionist was quick to buzz her in and motion toward the principal’s office down the hall. There were several chairs placed outside the closed door, all of them occupied – two sullen boys sat next to their parents, and in the corner, Carterwas huddled into a chair, his favourite teacher, Miss Edwards, sat beside him.

“Carter?” Kara called, falling to her knees in-front of her son (she’d thought of him as her son for almost the entirety of her and Cat’s relationship, and they’d made it official on their wedding day, when Kara had officially adopted him). “Are you okay?”

He refused to look at her, and Kara understood why when she gently tilted his chin up to look at her – his left eye was red and swollen, and there was dried blood on his cheek, his lip split, and Kara’s blood boiled at the sight of her gorgeous boy injured.

“What happened?” She asked, eyes flitting to his teacher when Carter didn’t answer. “Who did this?” She turned toward the other two boys, gaze zeroing in on the hands of one of them, his knuckles bruised – when he saw her looking he quickly hid his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “How did this happen?”

“I’m sure they were just messing around,” one of the boy’s fathers said, and his chuckle made Kara want to punch him. “Right, boys?” He nudged his sonwith his elbow, but the kid didn’t answer.

“Carter, talk to me,” Kara pleaded, because he was worrying her, being so quiet – he usually was around unfamiliar people, but with her he was always a chatterbox, had been ever since that first day they’d met, when they’d bonded over space and dinosaurs.

Back then, he’d been easy to protect, being so small and sticking close to her side, but now, let loose onthe world on his own, gaining his independence, it was harder for her to look out for him.

“I’m okay, Mom,” he said, his voice quiet, but he still wouldn’t quite look her in the eye. “Is… Momma’s notcoming, is she?” He did look up then, his eyes worried.

“Yeah, bud. She’s the one who called me.”

“Oh, no, she’s going to cause a scene, you have to - ” Carter was cut off by the sound of a door slamming and the click of high heels of the wooden floor, Cat storming into the waiting area a moment later.

Cat still had an effect on Kara whenever she walked into a room, despite spending nine years together. She still looked amazing, still ran her media empire and managed to be a wonderful mother and wife, and Kara felt like the luckiest woman alive because she got to fall asleep with Cat in her arms every night.

Cat took one look at Carter and Kara watched the fury bloom across her face – she was beautiful, as deadly as a hurricane, and Kara felt sorry for anyone who was about to get in her way.

“Carter, what happened?” She knelt down beside Kara and took her son’s hands gently in her own, inspecting the damage to his face closely. “Did those boys hit you?”

“Hey, now,” the father from before interjected, frowning toward Cat, “I don’t think we should be throwing around accusations until we find out exactly what happened.”

“I think it’s fairly obvious whathappened,” Cat snapped, her tone acidic as she turned to the man, her eyes flashing dangerously, “considering my son’s blood is quite literally on yours’ hands.”

“We don’t know what happened,” he countered, and Kara thought he really ought to shut up before Cat rounded on him in her full glory. “We don’t know what was said, or - ”

“I don’t care what was said – violence is never the answer.”

The principal’s door opened before the exchange could get any more heated, and Kara recognised the middle-aged man from her last visit to the school. “Ah, good, now that you’re all here, could Iplease talk to all of the parents?”

Cat looked torn between her son and the principal, and Kara reached out to squeeze her hand. “I’ll stay with him,” she offered, because she knew Cat would want to make sure those boys were suitably punished, and Kara was probably the most likely to coax Carter’s version of events from him.

Once the parents had disappeared, Kara glanced toward Miss Edwards. “Is there a place I can take him to talk?” She glanced meaningful at the other two boys, and the teacher nodded, waving Karatoward a meeting room further down the hall. “Okay, buddy,” Kara said once they were inside, “talk to me.”

“It was nothing.” Carter was fidgety, but Kara wasn’t having it, wasn’t leaving this room until she had thefull story.

“Nothing?” Kara repeated, incredulous. “Carter, have you looked in a mirror? That’s not nothing. You couldhave been seriously hurt.”

“But I’m fine,” he huffed, and Kara got a glimpse of him as a haughty teenager, and wasn’t sure she was ready for the years to come.

“I just want to know what happened,” Kara’s voice turned pleading. “So I can make sure it never happens again.”

“I…” Carter sighed, too heavy, too weary, and Kara’s heart broke for him. “They’ve been annoying me for weeks, making comments whenever I walked past but I always ignored them like you and Momma taught me.”

“What kind of comments?”

“About…” He trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip. “About you and Momma.” Kara didn’t need him to elaborate to know what kind of comments they might be – she’d seen enough of them in the mediaover the past few years. “About how I must be gay, too, only they didn’t say it that nicely.”

Kara could imagine only too well what they might have said, instead.

“Today they cornered me at lunch and I’d just had enough.” His hands curled into fists, and Kara squeezed his shoulder gently. “I tried to shovepast them but they didn’t like that very much. And then… then I said that considering they were so against gay people they sure seemed to be veryinterested in me and then Sam hit me.”

“Jesus,” Kara breathed, because no twelve year old should have to deal with that. “I’m so sorry, Carter. None of that is okay. I had no idea things were so bad for you here.”

“It’s not so bad usually,” Carter shrugged, brushing it off. “It doesn’t happen all the time.”

“It shouldn’t happen at all,” Kara insisted, and she knew that Cat would be saying the same just down the hall.

When Cat strode through the door a few minutes later, her eyes were blazing with anger, and Kara knew that things hadn’t gone too well. “We’re leaving.”

In the car, Kara discovered that neither of the two boys were going to be excluded, despite Cat’s insistence, and Kara wouldn’t be surprised if her wife was already considering other school’s that they could send Carter too, instead.

Cat’s anger was still crackling through her by the time they got to their home, and when Carter disappeared to his room to clean himself up, Kara wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist andpulled her close, feeling Cat relax in her grip.

“He’s too young to have to deal with this,” Cat murmured, leaning her head back against Kara’s shoulder. “Our baby boy.”

“He’s not a baby anymore.” Kara nuzzled into Cat’s cheek before pressing a kiss to her skin. “But no, he shouldn’t.”

“What are we going to do?”

“In the long run? I don’t know.” They watched Carter wander back into the living room and settle down on the couch. “But for right now, I vote we curl up on the couch and watch his favourite movies and eat ice cream and just them him know that we’re here forhim.”

And that’s exactly what they did – by the end of the night, Carter’s laughter echoed around the apartment as he easily beat both of his mothers at Mario Kart and Kara didn’t know what wouldhappen when he went back to school tomorrow, but she knew that no matter what, they’d be okay.

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