NASCAR anon here with another prompt, if I may. I need Military!Kara So like Kara's in the army and has her bomb dog kyrpto, she goes MIA. Kyrpto is sent home to cat and Carter. Carter is like super attached to this dog, and then they want to try and take him away. Cat won't allow that. Cue like 2 months of of fighting with lawyers and one day kyrpto is acting super weird, non stop barking. She lets him out and the barking stops. She looks out and it's Kara, cuddling him. Fluffy reunions
Hi NASCAR anon! I hope this will please you, I am not quite happy with it but I can’t seem to find another way around it so …
(I apologize for any mistake in there, it’s raw and I will probably have to submit it to a beta if I have to post it on AO3)
Here, have some angst with a happy ending!
“Mom, come on, we need to get going now!”
Carter Grant, already dressed up and closing his fancy winter coat up to his chin, is frowning at his mother and there is a disapproving scowl etched upon his childish features.
His mother, clad in a pair of casual but designer denim jeans and a floating, dark grey cashmere sweater, simply smiles sweetly at him before focusing back on her fashion dilemma. She’s standing in front of a closet, inside of which there are shelves and shelves full of shoes on display.
“Can’t you just like, grab one pair and then we can go?” Carter asks, already sounding defeated because he knows, better than anyone else, that Cat Grant will never do just that. The glare his mother throws at him from above her shoulder only confirms it.
“We are going to be late.” He sighs and then lets himself fall backward on the queen-sized mattress of his mother’s bed.
“Stop sighing and whining around, Sweetheart. We are not going to be late, we still have plenty of time. Her plane doesn’t land before another three hours and we do not need to wait in a crowded airport in the meantime.” His mother retorts with another meaningful glare but he sees sparkles of gold flicker in her green eyes, a tell-tale of impatience and anticipation.
“Fine. Fine.” He relents, trying his best not to sigh. He takes off his winter coat and then approaches the shoes closet, coming to a stop next to his mother.
He smiles at the memories flooding his mind when he considers the many many shelves of shoes. He can practically name the creator and the collection for each single pair, with an approximate date of creation or first exhibition.
“Need a hand mom?” He asks with a smile and she simply nods.
He notices she’s smiling too.