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bloody-bee-tea · 5 months

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24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 2 - Current

Suguru sighs when he hangs up the phone. His parents have invited them over for a weekend again. It’s not that Suguru doesn’t like it, isn’t appreciative of the way his parents have fully embraced his and Satoru’s relationship but they just returned from a weekend stay there two days ago.

They can hardly go back again so soon.

“What’s got you all troubled?” Satoru asks, leaning over Suguru’s back to check his phone. “Your parents? Everything okay?”

Suguru can hear real worry in his voice and just for that he presses a kiss to Satoru’s cheek.

“Everything’s good,” Suguru replies and puts his phone down. “They want us to come spend the weekend with them.”

“We literally just returned from there. My bag isn’t even unpacked yet,” Satoru snorts out with a laugh and Suguru laughs as well.

“I know,” he sighs out, reaching behind himself to poke Satoru into the side. “And you really should get to it one of these days.”

“One of these days I will,” Satoru promises and nuzzles Suguru’s cheek. “So, are we going back?”

“Not as long as you haven’t unpacked,” Suguru replies because he refuses to have several unpacked bags loitering in their apartment.

“So never,” Satoru gravely says. “It was nice knowing your parents.”

“You are such a menace,” Suguru fondly says and captures Satoru’s lips in a real kiss. “No, but seriously. Would you want to go back so soon?” Suguru asks, because he knows his parents can be a bit much, even though they clearly adore Satoru, and Suguru would completely understand it if Satoru doesn’t want to spend every other weekend at their place.

“I mean, it’s not as if it’s a hardship. Your parents are awesome. And they clearly adore me, just like they should, so sure.”

“Yeah, they really should adore you,” Suguru seriously gives back, even though he damn well knows that Satoru was just joking. “Because you make me happy.”

“Suguru,” Satoru whines out very predictably because he gets like this when Suguru says things in that earnest way. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true after all. You make me happy. Very happy. Because I love you.”

Satoru is hiding his face away in Suguru’s neck, but even like this Suguru can feel how hot his skin burns and he knows that Satoru must be bright red in the face.

“I love you, too,” Satoru gives back, never one to let the sentiment go unreturned and Suguru sinks his hand into Satoru’s silky soft hair.

“So, let’s go back. Soon-ish. Maybe in two weeks?”

Satoru hums his consent.

“Make it like a monthly thing? Then your mother doesn’t always have to call with a pretence.”

“Oh, it’s not my mother who is the instigator of this,” Suguru corrects Satoru, because he knows very well that his father is the driving force behind the frequent invites.

“Wait, really?” Satoru finally comes back out of hiding and Suguru takes that opportunity to pull him around so he can hug him properly.

“Really. Mom is thrilled, of course, but I think she’d be okay with the occasional call. Dad’s the one who would want us to move in with them, if he had a say in that.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“I love your parents, but please don’t move us in with them,” Satoru then very seriously says as if that could ever be an option and Suguru laughs.

“Not a chance in hell. I’m not giving up my home with you here to have my parents meddle in my relationship.”

“Aw, you like your home with me, huh?” Satoru asks, as if Suguru doesn’t tell him frequently just how much he loves him, as if he really needs to fish for compliments like that.

“Of course I do. And I’m not trading it for anything. My parents will have to settle for a weekend a month.”

“Deal,” Satoru whispers and presses close, moves as close to Suguru as he can.

“Deal,” Suguru agrees, pressing kiss after kiss to Satoru’s head and silently wonders just what he did to get so lucky in life.

~*~*~

Suguru knew that something was up the moment Satoru stepped out of their bedroom, a look of gloom on his face and it’s just thanks to Suguru’s quick reflexes that he is able to stop Satoru from throwing his phone on the ground.

“What’s going on?” Suguru asks as he carefully takes the phone out of his hand, moving it to the side so he can hug Satoru.

“I have to go home for a few days,” Satoru mutters, his voice empty of any feeling and Suguru presses his lips together.

Satoru doesn’t speak much about his family, which causes Suguru to believe that his parents aren’t that great, but the few times Suguru dared to ask about them, Satoru blocked him right off. If he’s being honest, Suguru doesn’t know anything about Satoru’s parents and sometimes that makes him wonder.

“For how long?” Suguru asks and Satoru pushes away from him, not meeting his eyes.

“Dunno, a few days,” he repeats, with the same empty voice as before and Suguru tries to reach out for him, but Satoru moves out of the way of his searching hand. Suguru’s heart feels as if it’s breaking for a moment.

“Do you–want me to come?” Suguru asks even though he can read the answer right off Satoru’s face.

“No,” he immediately gives back, with a vehemence Suguru wasn’t prepared for and the force of Satoru’s answer makes Suguru take a step back in surprise.

“Satoru,” he tries but falls silent when Satoru whirls around to him, his eyes blazing.

“No, Suguru. I don’t want them to meet you!”

Loving Satoru is like being swept away by a current; usually, Suguru is fine with going wherever Satoru wants to take him but sometimes, just sometimes, it feels as if he’s going to drown. Like right now.

“You don’t–want them to meet me,” Suguru repeats because he doesn’t understand. “You don’t want me to meet your parents.”

“Yes, you’ve got a problem grasping that concept?” Satoru bites out and Suguru takes another step back.

“No, I get it,” Suguru whispers out, even though he doesn’t, he doesn’t understand anything anymore.

He thought he and Satoru were good.

“Great. I need some ice cream,” Satoru then decides and whirls around on his heels, storming out of the door without a look back.

The apartment feels very empty and very cold all of a sudden.

“I see,” Suguru whispers into the emptiness of the room and then turns around and walks straight into their bedroom where he curls up in bed.

He doesn’t know where he went wrong, what he did wrong to make the idea of Satoru’s parents meeting him so revolting to Satoru and he’s not sure if he can fix it if it’s been going on for the entirety of their relationship.

They’ve been together for almost two years now; the thought that Suguru is somehow lacking enough that Satoru can’t even introduce him at home makes a sharp, hot pain shoot through him.

Suguru hides his face in the pillow and curses the ache that settles in his chest when all he smells is Satoru.

They’ll have to talk about this, Suguru knows that, but he’s not looking forward to it. With how Satoru just stormed out on him, it’s probably going to end in a huge fight and Suguru doesn’t want to do that.

He just hopes he can find out what he can do to make himself worthy to get to know Satoru’s family.

~*~*~

“What are you doing?” Satoru asks, as he tears the blanket off Suguru, who hisses at him in surprise.

He must have dozed off because he didn’t even hear Satoru come back in, but now that he’s standing right there, tub of ice cream in his hand and spoons in the other, Suguru remembers what made him flee to the bed.

“Satoru, we have to talk,” Suguru says as he sits up, pushing his hair out of his face, and Satoru goes pale almost immediately.

“What? Are you going to break up with me?” he asks, his voice already wobbly and Suguru hates that look on him.

He always wants to see Satoru happy.

“What did I do wrong?” Satoru wants to know before Suguru can even open his mouth, clearly deciding that it’s something he must have done and Suguru is quick to shake his head.

“Nothing, Satoru, I’m not going to break up with you, not unless you want me to,” Suguru rushes to reassure him, but he must still have said something wrong because the colour won’t return to Satoru’s face.

“Unless I want you to? Did you do something unforgivable?” He pauses for a moment and Suguru can tell that he’s hyping himself up to ask the next question. “Did you cheat on me?” His voice wavers and Suguru reaches out to pull Satoru into his arms.

“Of course not, Satoru, I would never, I love you too much for that.”

“Then what? What is it?” Satoru demands to know and Suguru wonders if he should have started this talk differently.

“Listen, before, you said you don’t want your parents to meet me.” It still stings to say that out loud but Suguru needs to know what he did wrong. “Is it something I did?”

“What? Suguru, what are you even talking about?”

“It’s just–I’ve never met your parents, not in all the time of our friendship. I know you don’t like to talk about them, mostly, but you also never outright say anything against them. And I just can’t help but to wonder–did I do something wrong to make you not want them to meet me? Or is it–have they been giving you a hard time because of me?”

“I am so, so sorry,” Satoru says and moves away from Suguru to cup his face in both of his hands. “Nothing at all is wrong and you are perfect. I’m sorry I phrased it like that.”

“Explain it to me, then, Satoru, please,” Suguru whispers out, circling Satoru’s wrists with his hands, holding on and making Satoru keep his hands right where they are.

“I don’t want them to meet you because they don’t deserve it,” Satoru says and his words make Suguru blink in surprise.

“What?”

“Let’s lay down, okay?” Satoru asks and doesn’t wait for Suguru’s answer, before he lays down on the bed, pulling Suguru down with him, so his head rests over Satoru’s chest.

His heartbeat is very steady and a soothing balm to Suguru’s soul.

“Your ice cream?” Suguru can’t help but to ask because he knows how much Satoru hates melted ice cream but he hears Satoru shake his head.

“Not important right now. You’re important,” he replies and just like that, Suguru knows that Satoru really loves him.

There are very few things he would abandon ice cream for.

“Explain then?” Suguru asks carefully when Satoru stays quiet for a bit too long and his entire body heaves with the sigh Satoru lets out.

“I haven’t seen my parents in years,” Satoru starts with and it’s surprising enough that Suguru wants to sit up to look at Satoru, but Satoru keeps his head right where it is with a hand in his hair. “When I say I go home, I mean I go home to a house filled with service staff, to sign some updated documents about the company with a lawyer or get a letter of complaint handed to me by a butler. My parents are the definition of absent and they do not deserve to know anything about my life except where I live and my phone number.”

“You haven’t seen them in years?” Suguru whispers out and Satoru scratches his scalp.

“It’s always been like that. I saw them a bit more often when I was younger, but that was mostly so that they could check on my progress in school. I was raised by the staff they kept in the house.”

Suguru knows of course that Satoru is the heir to a ridiculously huge and successful company, but he never thought to look further into it, mostly because Satoru so very clearly doesn’t care about that. He shamefully has to admit that it never even occurred to him to ask further into Satoru’s home life past the off-handed questions he sometimes asked.

“I am so sorry,” Suguru breathes out, wriggling around until he can sling his arms around Satoru’s chest. “I didn’t know.”

“I don’t care,” Satoru easily gives back. “Not anymore. And besides. Your parents are more than making up for it.”

Suguru had wondered about that, if he’s being honest. Satoru had seemed so confused the first few times they visited Suguru’s parents and then he had leaned into that with a passion Suguru couldn’t understand.

But it all makes sense now.

“I don’t even want to meet people like that,” Suguru decides because Satoru is right.

These people don’t deserve to meet Suguru and they certainly don’t deserve to see Satoru happy.

“That’s what I thought,” Satoru teasingly gives back and tugs on Suguru’s hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain it better before, I didn’t think.”

“No, I might have jumped to conclusions really fast,” Suguru admits and scoots up until he can press his forehead against Satoru’s. “I shouldn’t have spiralled like that and talked to you first, anyway.”

“Not gonna lie, you did scare me there for a second,” Satoru breathes out and Suguru presses an apologetic kiss against his lips.

“Sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Satoru replies and Suguru nods.

“And with that we leave it behind us,” he decides. “Maybe we’ll visit my parents next week again, though.”

“I won’t have unpacked by then,” Satoru warns him and Suguru laughs before he presses a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll allow it this one time. Because I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Satoru says and slings his arms around Suguru’s neck, leaning in for another kiss, which Suguru is happy to grant him.

By the time they remember the ice cream, it’s a lost cause.

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bluejaysandblackbats · 3 months

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Blue Ribbon Birdie

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Tim Drake meets Ted Kord at his fifth-grade science fair.

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Tim Drake, Ted Kord, Janet Drake, Jack Drake

Additional Tag: Bittersweet Ending, Parent-Child Relationship, Hurt Tim Drake, Absent Parents, Angst

Tim stood beside his trifold poster board, rocking back and forth on his heels and toes, waiting for his parents to arrive. They promised they'd come, but it was getting late, and the judges were about to arrive to judge fifth grade. He wasn't the best student when homework assignments were involved, but he put his whole heart and soul into his science project. Tim thought that if he won, his parents would stick around longer than usual to celebrate. He'd worked tirelessly on the project for weeks, hoping it'd sustain their attention. It wasn't like there was a big competition. It was the usual run-of-the-mill volcanoes, clean pennies, solar systems, and potato batteries. He was a shoo-in.

He thought it'd be a regular science fair with teachers for judges, but he was in for a shock the moment the door opened. Ted Kord. Most kids there didn't know who he was, but Tim did. Ted was his tech hero. He was a modern-day inventor and an all-around good guy.

His heart skipped a beat as Ted made his rounds. Tim was in the very back corner, so he knew he'd be one of the last people Ted spoke to if he had time. And oh man, did Tim hope Ted would have time. Had he known Ted Kord would be a judge, he would've worn a better shirt. His mind raced as he tried to hold onto one central thought. His presentation. Tim rolled his shoulders back and went over his speech in his head. He'd given the same speech hundreds of times before to his nanny. He wasn't sure she was listening, though.

Tim wasn't sure if anyone ever listened to him, but it didn't matter. He liked things that way. At least that's what he told himself. But today was different. He'd impress Ted Kord, and then his parents would have to notice him.

Ted Kord approached Tim's table and smiled. Ted reached out to shake Tim's hand and introduce himself, but before he could speak, Tim took a deep breath, and words spilled out of his mouth. "You're Ted Kord! You're the greatest modern-day inventor there is," Tim smiled.

"I don't know about all that," Ted grinned, "It looks like you've brought something extraordinary to the table. Literally. I don't think I've seen a QR code at one of these things before... I'm excited to see what you've got for us today."

Tim took a second breath and shut his eyes before explaining his science project. He explained how he used coding to develop a quick crisis hotline for Gothamites, even providing a way of exiting the site for fear of being caught. He started to doubt himself, wondering if his project was good enough, but the look on Ted Kord's face told him everything he needed to know.

Ted beamed. "May I? I won't be able to think until I scan the code," Ted whispered. Tim nodded and watched as Ted scanned the code and navigated the site. "If this whole elementary school thing doesn't work out, you've got a job with me. Seriously, though, this is impressive... For anyone. I don't know about the other judges, but I'm ready to give you the big blue ribbon and a patent. This is-. I mean, wow... What else can I say?"

The other judges said their piece, but Tim couldn't hear anything after Ted's commendation. Tim could feel the warmth in his cheeks as he smiled. He stared at his feet and nearly burst into tears when Ted knelt on one knee and pinned the first-place ribbon to his shirt. "You should be so proud of yourself. You made a sophisticated website that can be put to use to help people in need. That's the coolest thing in the world," Ted whispered. Tim was so overcome with emotion that he hugged Ted. The sudden display of affection took Ted aback, but he hugged Tim back.

Tim let go and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry-."

"It's fine. Where are your folks? I'd love to meet them." Ted looked around, and so did Tim. They were nowhere to be found. Another broken promise.

"They're out of town on business," Tim answered, "It's okay, though. I'm gonna write them all about it... Can I-? Would it be too much to ask for your autograph so I could show them that I met you?"

"I'll do you one better. Wanna take a picture?" Ted suggested. Tim nodded and smiled despite the pit in the bottom of his stomach. His teacher took pictures of Ted and Tim standing in front of Tim's poster board, and Ted signed the back of Tim's poster board.

Once the school day ended, he rode home, carrying his poster board with tears in his eyes. He kicked himself for being upset, but he thought things would be different this once. The house was empty, except for his nanny. "How'd you do?" she asked. Tim took his ribbon off and set it on the counter. "What's with the long face? You won!"

"I'm just tired," Tim mumbled. She nodded and let him go to his bedroom. He sat on the floor and shed tears, face hidden in folded arms.

His parents came home the day afterward, thinking they were in time for Tim's big day. "Told you we wouldn't miss your big day for anything-."

"It was yesterday," Tim interrupted, "I forgot to remind you that the timezone's a day ahead here..." Janet frowned and elbowed Jack.

"How'd you do?" Jack questioned.

"I got first place for fifth grade, but I'll know how I did for the school-wide part once the judges go over the fourth, fifth, and sixth winners," Tim answered. He couldn't be moved to display any excitement. He wanted to, but he also wanted them to feel bad for missing it. It was selfish and childish, but goddammit, he was the child. And it wasn't fair. They should've been there cheering him on like all the other parents.

"Oh wow! Tim, that's great news!" Janet exclaimed as she showered him with kisses. It made him feel better, but not enough to provoke a smile from him. "That must've been so exciting!"

"It was... I met Ted Kord and everything," Tim whispered.

"Ted Kord was there?" Jack questioned. Tim nodded.

"I got his autograph. It's on the back of my poster board," Tim replied. Jack picked up the poster board and turned it over.

"How about we get ice cream to celebrate?" Jack suggested. Tim shrugged.

Ice cream wouldn't fix this. Everyone's parents showed up. Except his. And he won! If there was any time when a tantrum was warranted, it'd be right then and there. "You guys promised," Tim cried, "You promised that you'd be there no matter what... And everybody's parents were there! Even the parents of the kids with dopey science projects were there! I worked really hard, and nobody showed up! It's not fair! It's not fair!"

Janet and Jack frowned. They weren't sure what to do with Tim's emotional outburst. To them, it seemed sudden. Janet sat on the floor, unsure what to say, so she reached for him. Tim fought her at first, but he eventually gave in. Jack messed up his hair. It didn't change anything because that wasn't what Tim wanted. Tim wanted an apology but wasn't willing to ask for one. It was the first and last time Tim openly displayed his anger and disappointment in them.

#batfam #blue ribbon birdie fic #oneshot tag #tim drake #ted kord #janet drake #jack drake #Bittersweet Ending #Parent-Child Relationship #Hurt Tim Drake #Absent Parents #Angst

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