#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO

[b0wie-st4rdust]

ITS DOOMED DILF TIME 📕👑

[ratherbeabrcharacter]

OC cirrostratus belongs to @introverted-kittycat, Fanart by me

Saw this on their pinned and had the sudden. urge. to. draw.

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@averagetoyakinnie : [ match report ready ]

your matches are…

✦ Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar

-> [ In terms of personality, you balance both Lucifer and Lilith. ] Lucifer and Lilith’s personalities already compliment each other well (motivations and plans for the future aside), but your own personality plays quite well off of both of them as well. You’re social and friendly, but honest and straightforward. You’re independent, but very affectionate with those who you allow into your circle. Assuming Lucifer and Lilith were together before you entered the picture, you were a good friend of both and eventually including you into the relationship happened gradually, but very naturally. Lucifer can really indulge in his goofy, affectionate, and soft side around you without worry that he’s suffocating you. Meanwhile, Lilith likes that you’re self-sufficient and willing to give her space when she needs, but still willing to open your heart and be affectionate with her. And when all three of you are spending time together, it just works so well.

-> [ Lilith adores performing with you, regardless if you two have an audience or not. ] In most cases, you’re playing one of the several instruments you know while Lilith sings. These little sessions of yours likely began early on in your friendship with her, long before you two were romantically involved. You had just been practicing, keeping yourself busy with your free time, when she happened to overhear. She felt her voice would compliment your playing, surprising you by stepping into the room and singing a tune she felt matched the one you were playing, and the rest is history. The style of the music you two indulge in together varies on the instrument you choose to play at that moment, but Lilith is personally quite fond of the piano and cello. On occasion, Lucifer might join in and play a second instrument alongside you, but he often lets you two have these moments to yourselves.

-> [ Meanwhile, Lucifer likes working on some of his duck crafts while you work on projects of your own. ] You two even have a shared crafts room! Which… tends to get really cluttered and messy, full of your respective materials and half-finished projects, so you two make it a point to tidy up the room at least once every week. Even while you’re both absorbed in your individual crafts, the room is rarely quiet. Lucifer doesn’t mind if you decide to play some music, and you two will often make idle chatter that ebbs and flows comfortably. Occasionally, Lucifer needs a break and he’ll scoot over towards your side of the room and watch as you paint or sculpt, watching your hands create your next masterpiece. Whenever one of you finishes a project, there’s a big commotion as either you or he shows it off - and you two always show Lilith your finished works as well. She always has the sweetest smile, finding you two absolutely endearing.

-> [ Neither of them really mean to, but Lilith and Lucifer end up relying on you in a pinch when they need something while out and about. ] It starts out with them borrowing little things that are just convenient to have on hand but not a huge necessity, like a bottle of water when they’re a bit thirsty, or chapstick when they just happen to idly notice that their lips are a bit dry. Lucifer might get the occasional cut or scrape while out and about just because he has his somewhat clumsy moments, but you’re there to the rescue with the mini first aid kit in your bag. Lilith once handed over one of her favorite lip glosses and perfumes for you to hang onto, and they ended up being designated as the travel lipgloss and travel perfume and you bring them with you any time you’re out with her just in case she needs them.

-> [ Lucifer is more likely to give you gifts to show his affection, while Lilith leans more towards quality time. ] Lucifer will gift you with softer, unique rubber ducks that he worked on in secret (hiding them from your sight when you were both working on stuff together), but is just as likely to buy you plushies or figurines to add to your ever-growing collection. Lilith values her independence and time, but happily seeks out your company when she wants to be in your presence - she makes it very clear when someone is near and dear to her. Lucifer and Lilith are both rather physically affectionate in their own ways as well; Lucifer likes being enveloped in your arms in a tight hug, and Lilith enjoys petting your hair or resting a hand on your cheek or arm when sitting beside you. Both of them enjoy using petnames - darling is a favorite of Lilith’s for you, and Lucifer often calls you handsome.

-> [ It can be quite hard to decide on dates at times! ] All three of you have very distinct personalities and preferences - so someone is always going to need to compromise somewhere… but that’s just a fact of life. Going out for dinner is usually very well received by each of you, since it gets you all out of the house for a change of pace and no one is stuck cleaning up. Shopping is also something you all enjoy, and money is no issue for any of you. You and Lucifer often try to out-do each other in terms of spoiling your relationship partners, which cracks Lilith up. Dates involving arcades and movie theaters are going to be better received by Lucifer than Lilith, as she isn’t the fondest of loud, bright, noisy areas. She prefers spa dates, getting pampered and fussed over, which is something you’re happy to indulge in every once in a while with her.

-> [ You’re the one who ends up documenting your shared life together through photos and sketches. ] Lucifer and Lilith often don’t think about capturing the little moments on camera - the exception being when you’re all out having fun and the moment seems picturesque and calm enough for a group photo. But you tend to have a camera at your fingertips, always on the lookout for pretty things to take pictures of (and you have two pretty people to snap photos of at your side anyway), so over time you naturally start documenting things, putting them in photobooks or scrapbooks. With drawing being a big hobby of yours as well, you’ve most likely tried your hands at portraits of your partners. On a bittersweet note, these photos and drawings become important to Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie alike when things start falling apart and Lilith leaves. Each of you have a small collection of images of the once-happy family you were, looking at them wistfully during nostalgic, somber moments.

-> [ With their separation, you’re put in quite the difficult position. ] Ultimately, with Lilith leaving, you’re going to lose contact with her as well. She’s firm in her decision, to the point where Charlie, her own daughter, is unable to get ahold of her. Unfortunately, despite your best efforts, it’s not likely that you’ll be able to stay in touch with her. You and Lucifer rely on each other heavily during this time. He obviously doesn’t cope with the separation well, withdrawing and isolating himself, throwing himself into his crafts - you end up being his rock. You’d do your best to be resilient, supporting Lucifer and trying to bring him back up from his gloom. You’re good at listening and Lucifer knows you won’t judge him for the way he breaks down from the weight of Lilith leaving and having to raise Charlie without her. Chances are you’d feel the need to try and fill the gap that both Lilith and Lucifer left in Charlie’s life - and Charlie appreciates it more than you know, though it doesn’t stop her from missing her other parents.

[effervescentdragon]

hmmm. idk if you write them but:

simi + welcome home

or

sebson and the same prompt

-C

The flight from Abu Dhabi is long, and exhausting, and it feels like it will last forever. Sebastian can't calm himself down for some reson. He plays with his phone, and when he's asked to turn it off, he plays with the ball-pen he's pretending to use to do the sudoku puzzle. When Britta takes it away from him, he pulls out the deck of cards and plays with them, until she demonstratively pulls her headphones and the sleeping mask on and procedes to ignore him for almost the whole flight.

He's going home. It shouldn't feel like this. He shouldn't be nervous. He's finally going home.

Fuck.

The airport is full as they wait for their connecting flight. Sebastian isn't even trying to calm down his bouncing leg. Britta has given up on calming him sometime between the baggage claim and the check-in and is letting him bounce as much as he wants. He loves her very much. He thinks he should have given her a raise before he retired. He'll write her another check for Christmas, or New Years. Or something.

"He'll be there," she says suddenly, and Seb stops bouncing his knee just enough to be able to turn to her. She's reading a book, some romance novel with a werewolf on the cover. He knows she'll leave it with him if it's good when she's done.

"You don't know that," he says, just to say something. She raises her eyes to his just so she can roll them very blatantly. "Did he say something?"

"He didn't have to," she replies, small smile appearing on her lips, because his anxiety is obvious. "He never says much anyway. You talk more than enough for both of you."

"Fuck you," he says, because he doesn't know what else to say. "You're fired."

She keeps laughing all the way through their boarding.

*****

When they exit the Geneva airport, Sebastian is too tired to be anxious, and Britta doesn't look much better. She pushes his suitcase at him and says "Call me if you need me," and he hugs her tighter than he ever did in his life, clings to her because nothing will ever be the same after this, and even though he knows she means it, they both know that he won't be calling for a while.

"You know, if there are papparazi around, you two are fucked, again," a voice says from behind Seb. He freezes, but Britta saves him, like she always does. "There's going to be rumors, you know. Rumors about fucking."

"Good thing I'm used to handling fucking rumors, then, or you two would have been busted in 2017 already," she says as she moves from the hug. One look at Seb's face has her smiling softly, and she pushes him away gently. "Go," she says, and Seb finally turns around, heart pounding.

Kimi's face is expressionless, but his eyes are soft as he says "Hello, Seb. Welcome home."

[literaturewithliz]

distracting kiss or secret kiss with kam?

In the grandeur of a Vacker ball, the most captivating part was either the décor, or the Vackers themselves.

Keefe had to disagree.

Don’t misunderstand, it was insanely entertaining to watch his best friend not even pretend he wasn’t pining over Foster in her scarlet evening gown. And the teal and gold decorations were nothing short of spectacular. It was Fitz’s Winnowing Gala, of course. So how could everything NOT be perfect?

The only person Keefe wanted to dance with on any ballroom floor wasn’t going to be there tonight, that’s how.

Keefe was mostly there for morale support. The whole party was pretty much just a formality. As if anyone other than Sophie was ever going to own Fitz’s heart. However, in elvin culture, Winnowing Galas weren’t just so you could start scratching names off your Match lists. They were also a celebration of the host becoming an adult and making their debut into society as an independent citizen.

So the last thing Keefe should be doing right now is imagining Tam Song in a perfectly tailored jerkin, sweeping him onto the dance floor like in those cheesy royal teen movies Foster had shown him.

And yet….

Keefe sighed and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jerkin. He debated on going to the garden for a breath of fresh air when a huge wave of emotions slammed into him. He knew who it was instantly. He put on a smirk and turned around to face Sophie Foster.

“Hey Foster, you do know that there’s really no reason to be this nervous, right? Fitzy’s too obsessed with you to even think about anyone else here,” Keefe chided. Sophie blushed and scrambled to deny her nerves. “How many times do I need to remind you that you can’t lie to an empath?” Keefe asked with fake annoyance.

“I’m not lying!” Sophie insisted. Keefe raised an eyebrow. Foster sighed and accepted defeat. “Fine, maybe I am. But while we’re on the topic of feelings, you wanna explain why you’ve had this wistful look on your face all night?” Well, she had him there.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean,” Keefe replied. But he knew Foster wasn’t going to let this go, so he held out a hand to her and pulled her to dance when she took it. “Don’t fall over,” Keefe teased. Sophie scoffed and got right down to business.

“Thinking about Tam?” she asked. Keefe nodded wordlessly. “Well, why don’t you go talk to him?” she wondered. “I didn’t think he was coming. And besides, what am I supposed to say? ‘Hey Tammy, I know I’ve made fun of you and your ability for the entirety of my knowing you, but I have a massive crush on you! Go out with me?’” Keefe asked sarcastically.

“Not a bad idea, actually.” Sophie smirked. Keefe scoffed. “You might as well try it, at this point. He is in attendance. He’s just been hiding himself in shadows by the corner over there,” Sophie pointed to a corner Keefe could see over his right shoulder. Now that Keefe thought about it, that corner was a bit dark compared to the other ones. He couldn’t see Tam, but he suspected he was there.

“Still, bad idea.” Keefe said with a sigh. Sophie looked at him with sympathy, all signs of playfulness from earlier gone. She was the only Keefe had ever told about his crush on the male Song twin. “You know, I think you should confess when you’re ready, but if you don’t ever talk to him about it, you’ll never get a chance with him.” Ugh, he hated it when Foster was right.

Keefe nodded, and looked to his right when he heard someone clear their throat. Fitz, with a very nervous expression, looked at Keefe. “Do you mind if I borrow her for a sec?” Fitz asked. “If you don’t mind, of course, Soph.” Fitz clarified. “She’s all yours” Keefe confirmed as Sophie nodded shyly. But before Keefe left the dance floor, Sophie tapped his shoulder. “Don’t forget what I said, okay?” Keefe nodded and winked. “Have fun, you two” he said before leaving his two blushing best friends alone together.

Keefe decided that even if he wasn’t ready to tell Tam how he felt, he could always tease him. So he made his way towards the dark corner Sophie’d shown him. Once he was there, he said aloud: “You know, Bangs Boy, there are a million better places to hide from people at Everglen. Like, I don’t know, the six libraries and eight gardens, for a start.”

At the word ‘libraries’ Tam let his shadows fade to reveal himself in a dark blue jerkin with a black undershirt. Crap, he was beautiful. “Everglen has SIX libraries?” Tam asked, eyes going a little wide. “Yep, that’s what happens when you live in Vacker Land!” Keefe confirmed. Keefe briefly entertained the thought of mentioning that Candleshade had seven libraries, but decided against it, because he didn’t want to seem like he was trying too hard.

“ I knew they were… well off, but I didn’t know they were THAT well off. Do you know one that’s nearby?” Tam questioned, with a little bit of awe in his eyes that Keefe found absolutely adorable. “ I do, but to direct you towards one, I need a form of payment for my services.” Keefe said with a smirk on his face. Tam rolled his eyes, and Keefe internally mourned the look of awe. “I think I’ll just ask Biana.” Tam said, turning around.

Tam turned right back around when he saw the massive crowd of people he would have to go through to get to Biana. “You know what? Fine. I’ll do the stupid payment. Can you please just show me the library? Or one of them, I should say.” Tam said, tugging on his bangs a bit. “of course! I’ll need a favor though! Keefe said with a gleeful smile. Without thinking, he grabbed Tam’s hand and lead him out of the ballroom through a door near the corner.

Oh God. He was holding Tam Song’s hand.

Keefe tried to pretend like he wasn’t having a mental breakdown and let Tam’s hand go, leading him to the closest library he could think of. It was small, compared to the others, at least. But it had the best books, in Keefe’s opinion. “Are you a fan of fiction?” Keefe asked, looking at Tam. “It’s my favorite genre,” Tam said curtly. Keefe briefly wondered if Tam was mad at him for taking his hand, and mentally panicked.

Thank God that they finally made it to the library. When Keefe opened the door to reveal a couple hundred books, all tension in the air faded. And Keefe might’ve imagined it, but he was pretty sure he heard a tiny gasp escape Tam’s mouth. He wished he could somehow bottle up that sound.

Tam was the first to move forward, and found a shelf lined with dark blue books. Of course the Vackers would have a color coordinated library. Keefe started following, but then turned towards a shelf with light green books, not wanting to make Tam upset again. He pretend to browse for a book, as if he hadn’t read every one in the room.

“You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” Tam asked. “How did you know? Keefe asked, trying to avoid the question. “You seem extremely uninterested. Sophie told me you like fantasy books, and you’re really close with the Vackers, so I just assumed you must’ve read at least SOME of these.” Ugh, was Keefe always this transparent? “Well, you’re right, I have. I’ve read all of them, actually, so HA! I’ve beat you at the bookworm game, Tammy!” Keefe said, hoping Tam would drop it. He didn’t like the idea of his crush knowing that he was such a nerd. More like, he didn’t want his crush to know WHY he was such a nerd.

Tam just rolled his eyes. “I hadn’t really pegged you for a bookworm. I was surprised when Soph told me,” Tam said, looking at a yellow book that had seen better days. “Well, books are a great escape when your parents suck!” WHY DID HE JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD? All the deflecting he’d just done to avoid this topic, just for Keefe to screw it up. Figures. Tam got really silent for what felt like hours, days, weeks. But then, just as Keefe thought he would dash out of the room is disgust, Tam uttered a quiet: “I agree.”

Oh.

So Tam read to escape his sucky home life too, huh? Maybe Linh was right. Maybe they did have more in common than they thought. Not like Keefe was going to keep talking about it though. Then again, he didn’t have to. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know that, right? In my opinion, it takes a lot of perseverance to focus on the things you love rather than the things that hurt you.” Tam said, looking straight into Keefe’s eyes. Now that Keefe was thinking about it, he realized just how close he and Tam were. He would barely have to move to…

NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! He would most certainly never have the chance to kiss or do anything even a bit romantic with Tam Song. He hated Keefe. Then again, he wasn’t exactly rushing to leave and avoid physical contact, in true Tam fashion. Keefe felt himself relax, and tried to make a joke to lighten Tam up too. “Wow, Bangs Boy. Was that a compliment?” Keefe asked, hoping something like a smirk was on his face.

Instead of biting back with a witty remark as usual, Tam asked a question. “Can I kiss you?” Keefe froze. No way Tam just asked him that. This was most definitely a dream of some sort. But, you couldn’t dream up the was Tam’s short breaths fanned Keefe’s face. Or the way his silver-blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. So before Keefe even replied, he leaned forward.

[helo-its-mo]

WHOOOOO I FINISHED IT!!

this is my part of the art trade with @almonq!! i really hope you like it!! :]

[click the image for better quality]

(a version without the glasses is under the cut)

[random-12354]

[hanir]

archive mb for @eunhoia <3

x x x x song

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[hellspawnmotel]

intimacy between an evil spiteful building-sized supercomputer and the lone scientist left behind after everyone else ditched and forgot about her (in which computer wants to kill scientist really bad but her programming wont let her so she just attempts to make her as miserable as possible instead, which also doesn't work because scientist is a freak)

[isjasz]

Join us and die 🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

My piece for @trafficzine 5th edition!! Go check out the whole zine 🫵

[gotchibam]

Skitty ko-fi doodle for @beskarmermaid!

I’m accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[triona-tribblescore]

I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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