kent cheer

“What’s this?” Kent asked as he bent down the retrieve the mouse toy Kit had dropped his feet.

Kit stood proudly in front of her prize, waiting for his reaction.

“Thanks, Princess,” he said, giving her a quick rub on her head before he dropped his heavy bag by the door and headed to his bathroom. She could hear the shower turn on and the beginning, telltale sniffs of crying.

Kit pawed uselessly at his door in frustration. The toy was supposed to cheer Kent up, a sign of Kit’s willingness to share her worldly goods with him. Jinx had assured that it would work.

She laid down in front of the bathroom door, waiting for Kent to be finished. Absentmindedly, she groomed a paw while she cycled through a list of other things try next.

The fact was this: Kent was sad again.

Kit had started noticing it about three weeks ago, ever since Kent had come home after one of his away games. She hadn’t seen him so depressed in a long time. Lines of fatigue appeared on his face from sleepless nights and she could hear him sniffling quietly when he was alone.

She’d shared her concerns with the cat from upstairs, a persnickety tuxedo who lived on the floor above, when they met for their weekly session on the fire escape.

“Did he talk to his ex-boyfriend? That always makes my human cry,” Jinx asked.

“I don’t think so…” Kit hesitated. “No one has come over in a long time,” she had added.

“Yeah, but has he been spending more time on the computer? My human Facebook stalks her ex all the time.”

“What’s Facebook?”

“Never mind.” Jinx waved a paw dismissively. “Has he been on his phone or computer more than usual lately?”

“Well,” Kit said slowly.  “He’s been watching videos and it’s always the same human in them. He’s usually cooking something in them.” She paused to search her mind for the correct word. “Pies.”

“Maybe, he’s hungry,” Jinx offered with a shrug. “Or, he’s bored. Bring him a toy.”

Jinx hadn’t been much help, but then again, he wasn’t as smart as he liked to believe. Kit didn’t know what she’d expected, but nonetheless, she tried to bring Kent various things in hopes that something would make him feel better. Each time, the reaction was always the same: a pat on the head and a smile that never reached his eyes.

The sound of the water shutting off interrupted Kit’s thoughts as she perked up in anticipation. She followed Kent from the bathroom to where he flopped on the couch and started to flip through the channels. She jumped up, half-landing on Kent who winced.

Kit settled into the spot by his chest and it wasn’t long before Kent started scratching behind her ears. She was warm and content for a while, half-falling asleep with the low sound of the television in the background. 

Before she drifted off, she heard Kent quietly whisper, “Thanks, Princess.”

Literally Perfect

Kent had been running a solid forty-five minutes late to practice thanks to a car accident and resulting traffic jam between his house and the rink, which was oddly silent when he walked in. Yeah, all the guys were there, but no one was saying anything. There wasn’t even the sound of hockey, of pucks and sticks and skates. Everyone was just standing there and staring at him.

“Okay, what the fuck?” Kent asked, voice echoing in the quiet. At that, everyone jumped back into practice, just further confusing the hell out of Kent.

Whatever, he was late and needed to get geared up to practice, which he did quickly, getting himself on the ice in what he was pretty sure was record time.

Practice was one of the oddest things Kent had ever experienced. On the surface, to an outsider looking in (not that there were any observers; practice was closed), it was normal, but on the ice and to anyone who knew the Aces, something was off. Something was very off. It wasn’t like his team ever really respected him (except during games, but that was a different story), but this was a different level of fuckery. Even the rookies were acting weird, and the rookies hadn’t yet learned that everyone on the team treated the hockey legend, member of the NHL Top 100, with chirps and just general hell.

Kent ignored it as best as he could, throwing himself into practicing, pushing himself to his limits. He probably shouldn’t have done that, but it was whatever. He was used to working through pain and other physical limitations. He’d been doing it his entire life. Some old injuries were screaming at him, but he could handle it.

Practice was just wrapping up when things got even weirder. Kent was about to get off the ice, anxious to get out of his pads and take some painkillers, but the coach stopped him. Then there was a sound of one of the doors onto the ice, which in and of itself wasn’t the oddest thing, given that there were plenty of people who worked with the team, but everyone’s reaction to it was odd. Everyone, even the coaches, turned, looking between whoever was coming onto the ice and Kent.

Kent turned, determined to figure out what the fuck was going on. Once he did, he froze. Coming onto the ice was Alexei, wearing a nice pair of jeans and, of all things, the Parson jersey Kent had gotten him when they had been together six months. He also had one hand behind his back and an almost nervous expression on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Kent asked, confused. He knew that the Falcs had just started their bye week, but the Aces had a hectic schedule with five games during the week, so Alexei had taken Snowy up on his offer to go to Florida for a few days.

Alexei looked nervous. “I’m having something to say,” he said slowly. “Coaches, Aces team, they know.”

Kent was starting to panic a bit. Alexei wouldn’t break up with him in front of his entire team, right? And he wouldn’t do it wearing Kent’s jersey.

Kent glanced back at the team, skating slowly towards them. Swoops intercepted him, though, pushing him towards Alexei, who, oh god, was getting down on one knee and pulling a box from behind his back.

“I’m in love with you, Kent Parson,” Alexei said, and Kent handed Swoops his helmet and gloves so he could wipe his eyes. He was going to get chirped so badly later on for crying, but that was fine.

“I’m wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me?”

Kent was nodding furiously, full on crying now. “Of course I will.”

He skated over and pulled on Alexei’s hand, trying to get him to stand up. It wasn’t going well, but Alexei stood anyway, sliding the ring he held onto Kent’s finger and pulling Kent close. With Kent wearing skates and Alexei in regular shoes, their height was a bit closer than usual, so Kent only had to lean up a few inches to press his lips to Alexei’s.

The Aces burst into applause and chirping cheers and Kent flipped them off without turning around.

“You’re literally perfect,” he whispered against Alexei’s lips and felt rather than saw the grin he got in response. “I’m so excited to be marrying you.”

hi. hello. so this fic isn’t finished or even polished. this is really just kind of like a preview of a fic, i guess? but i’ve been working on it in the background for a while - it’s my “i’m frustrated with all of my WIPs so i’m going to work on this instead” fic, but i thought i would send the first couple thousand words out into the world and see if anyone likes them.

this fic’s working title is “kent parson’s imaginary cat (and other adventures)” and originally it was going to be a funny 5+1 thing about how kent’s cat is terrible and hates everyone, but then?? idek what happened. actually, i do know. what happened is that brevity is not my strong suit and also i started thinking too long and hard about what happened to the other friends that kent and jack had in the Q and what they thought about everything that went down. then i wanted to write about a former Q teammate being traded to the aces and re-uniting with kent. and also kit purrson being mean to said teammate.

okay, well anyway, please have this first chapter-ish of a troyson fic that i may or may not ever finish. (your encouragement would go a long way.) it’s really for @zimmermaenner :)

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All My Sundays (Are Yours)

Kent doesn’t think he’s ever recovered entirely from Jack. He’s kissed plenty of boys and girls before Jack, of course, and done other things. But after the draft, he just…unconsciously stopped. He tells himself that it’s because he’s been so busy with practice and work (winning Stanleys don’t come without a price), but he hasn’t been with anyone else since Jack. He goes plays hockey, goes home, feeds his cat, and goes to sleep. Each day is the same, and each day is dull, and each day blends into the next. The magazines make him out as charismatic, as fearless and arrogant. They say he goes home with a girl on each arm and has a string of broken hearts trailing behind him like medallions. But magazines lie, and the only broken heart Kent’s ever trailed behind him is his own, and his bed smells not of strangers’ perfumes overlapping with one another but of himself and himself only for a very, very long time.

Kent shows up to practice on time, flashes a cocky smile, and plays dirty on the ice, and that’s all anyone needs to know to ensure his well-being. They don’t know that he likes to take his coffee with milk and sugar, or that he loves it when Kit deems him comfortable enough to sprawl on. They don’t know that he’s stopped drinking himself to a stupor whenever he does go out, which is not often anymore. They don’t know that he goes to his therapist on Fridays, or that on some Sundays he gets so tired and sad he can barely peel himself off his pillow for his morning run. Or that he daydreams, sometimes, of impossible, clichéd movie situations, of meeting someone at the supermarket, as they both reach for the cereal on the top rack, or perhaps bumping into someone in line for coffee. The tabloids would eat all of this up, if they knew even an inkling of this, but Kent’s always had a sickening fondness for keeping more secrets than he can bear. 

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The Celebrity and the Ordinary Boy

So I posted this on ao3 literally eight days ago and didn’t post it here, so here!

Yay! I’m not a failure at this! *Cricket silence*


I wrote this to be funny and I think I succeeded.

Here is ze summary *I say in a exaggerated accent as I wave for you to read below.

A look at JonDami from the eyes of a civilian classmates of Jon.

(In which Jon’s classmates have collective heart attacks, Jon is a little shit, and Damian doesn’t know.)


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After disappointing games, nothing quite cheered up Kent Parson like a marathon of cat videos on his phone and Swoops sitting next to him. 

The Aces all knew that their captain was moody and almost unbearable around after difficult losses, especially during away games. No one wanted to sit with him on the bus or the plane, but they all felt like they were obligated to at least try (but also because they cared too). So, they had been on a rotation schedule to make sure that their captain never had to sit alone.

At first, when Swoops joined the team, it had been “make the rookie do it because he didn’t know better”. The guys on the team figured they would get a month’s reprieve before Swoops would bitch, and they would be back to taking turns again. They were all surprised, however, when Swoops never said a word about Kent’s unpredictable moods. In fact, he almost seemed happy to sit with their captain, even when Kent was snarling and wanted to bite everyone’s heads off.

So, it became a thing that everyone accepted but never really acknowledged: Parse and Swoops sat together.

And if the rest of the guys noticed that Kent’s shoulders were looser and his fists weren’t clenched so tight when he was with Swoops, they kept it to themselves. Just like they pretended they missed the saccharine glances that Swoops gave their captain when he thought Kent wasn’t looking.

(It wasn’t matchmaking, they told themselves. It was a mission.)

It started with a few inconvenient, but wholly unoriginal pranks.

“Ha-ha, guys. Very funny. You hid all my clothes while I was in the shower. Now, give them back.”

“I think they’ve actually all left.”

“Swoops, you’re the only one here?”

“Yeah, I got held up. Hey, wanna borrow my clothes? I have extra.”

Then, they graduated onto more sophisticated plans (complete with secret diagrams drawn out on whiteboards).

“Hey, where are the rest of them?”

“Vinny said his baby got sick, Marsh and Dougie got last minute Cirque du Soleil tickets, and I actually really don’t know what happened to the rest of the guys.”

“So, it’s just you and me then?”

“I guess so.”

“Well, since we’re already here, we might as well eat.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Wait, I thought the reservation was for eight. Why are they taking us at a small table, and oh—it’s got candles on it too?”

It was for the good of the team, the guys told themselves, and it was good for the team.

Kent’s smiles grew soft, and he laughed more now (and it wasn’t the hollow, self-deprecating laugh from before either). Some days, he showed up at practice with an expression that could be described by Smithy as “head over dick in love” and an infectious energy that brought them all closer.

Life was pretty good.

Kent still took some losses hard on the road, but by the time he settled into his seat with Swoops beside him, it always turned into a tired contentedness.

And if any of the guys on the team caught their captain asleep and smiling with his head nestled on Swoops’ shoulder, none of them said anything.

(Actually, Kent was drooling one time, and it was too cute to pass up, so Dougie took pictures, which eventually ended up on the slideshow at the wedding.)

Coming Soon: I’ll hold you when things go wrong

A/N: inspired by Zayn Malik’s new song Dusk till Dawn I fucking love it and also the preview also has a little sneak preview to it ^^ so credits to Zayn for the song ^^

Fandoms: Super Sons, Batman DC, Superman DC

Parings: Damijon, TimKon, JayRoy, BirdFlash,

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Connor Kent, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana Prince, Lois Lane

Summary: Genius playboy Damian Wayne has everything he could ever want and more yet people fail to see how broken this boy truly is. He meets Jon Kent a bright cheerful boy who’ll show Damian there’s more to life than fame and fortune

…I’ll hold you when things go wrong
I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn
I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn
Baby, I’m right here…

Damian turned to look at Dick who gave him a thumbs up as he turned off the sound booth and gesture for Damian to come out.

The youngest member of the Wayne family did as he was told and faced his older brother who gave him a soft smile.

“That was really good little D, looks like you have a new hit,”


Dick looked at his half brother and could see the sadness in those green orbs, he didn’t have to ask who the song was about, the lyrics, the meaning, the way Damian chocked at the words of a promise he made so long ago told Dick everything he needed to know.

That song was about him. The one person who was able to tear Damian’s walls down, the one who brought out the fun loving side that no one ever saw…the one who’s heart Damian broke.

“Damian, you know if you don’t want us to play this song then-”

“No, I want to, I mean I know he’ll probably be a little mad, but I think the world should know how much I love him,”

Dick smiled.

“Planning to propose huh?”

Damian’s face broke into a soft smile as he pulled out a small box opening the box was a beautiful emerald diamond ring that was surrounded by tiny sapphire jewels.


“Why today though? I mean his birthday passed and so did your birthday so…why today?”

Damian smiled as he brought the ring closer to his chest.

“Because today marks the anniversary of when his smile became apart of mine’s…”

A/N: should I continue this ??? Yes ??? No ??? Let me know ^^

Okay, but what about Mama Parson? We’ve gotten to know Mama Bittle and Mama Zimmermann, but I want to know about Mama Parson. Mama Parson who loves her trash son so much.

  • She gets into regular fights with people on the internet over Kent. She hates it when people are rude about him.
  • She is not doing it under her own name, obviously.
  • And she checks up on Kenny on Twitter and Instagram every now and then. It’s the only way she can keep tabs on him on social media because he refuses to accept her friend request on Facebook.
  • She calls him Kenny because Kent seemed like such a “grown up name” for a baby at the time and still hasn’t stopped calling him that. (Kenny is still her baby boy. No one can tell her otherwise.)
  • She is aware that Kenny has a reputation as a “bad boy” but she knows that he’s actually very sweet and caring.
  • She’s very blonde. Kenny gets his hair from her.
  • She was the one who drove him to his hockey practices and tried to make it to every game he played, but it got harder after the divorce.
  • She refused to cry in front of Kenny when he left home at 15 to play hockey. She also refused to cry in front of him when he started first grade.
  • She has several pictures of her son on the wall of her office at work.
  • She loves it when Kenny visits because it gives her an excuse to cook up a huge storm.
  • She was the first one Kent called after Jack’s overdose. He broke down crying on the phone. She took all the money she’d had in her savings account (which had been meant for a new car), got on a flight to Canada, and held her son while he cried and confessed how terrified he was.
  • She knows about the relationship between Kenny and Jack. She felt bad for Jack, but she was also there to see how much it hurt Kenny when Jack shut him out.
  • She still worries about Kenny being in Las Vegas.
  • Some days, she has to remind herself that her son in a grown up, and that when she was the same age as him, she was already pregnant and engaged.
  • Kenny likes to buy her ridiculously expensive things. Like a brand new house, a fancy SUV, electronics, and jewelry. He knows that she had to sell a lot of it to keep up with payments when he was young.
  • Unlike Jack Zimmermann, Kenny was actually the cutest and most photogenic baby ever. She used to get stopped by strangers who would tell her what a cute baby she had.
  • They used to have a black and white tuxedo cat. She found the kitten outside in the cold during one fall night and took it in. Kenny was barely 3 at the time. He called her “Kitty” and they never renamed her.
  • They talk on the phone at least once a week. She always tells him that she loves him. Sometimes they argue a bit, but she still says “I love you” because she thinks of Carly and Dave Everett from down the street whose last words with their son was in anger.
  • She loves her son with a ferocity that she had not known she was capable of. She knows that even if the whole world was against her son, she would stand by him.
Dusk till Dawn

Fandoms: Super Sons, Batman DC, Superman DC

Parings: Damijon, TimKon, JayRoy, BirdFlash,

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Connor Kent, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana Prince, Lois Lane

Summary: Genius playboy Damian Wayne has everything he could ever want and more yet people fail to see how broken this boy truly is. He meets Jon Kent a bright cheerful boy who’ll show Damian there’s more to life than fame and fortune

Link: Dusk till Dawn by GoNEF

Chapter 1: The end of an era

Chapter 1: End of an Era

“Damian Wayne has ended his engagement with Kitty Moth, the singer told G! News that he and model Kitty Moth wanted different things, sources indicated that Damian didn’t want to be tied down, he wanted to party and be wild while he still could while Kitty wanted to have a calm more private life, she says that she was ready to start a family and Damian wasn’t.

Our sources indicate that the main reason Damian [Wayne] kept putting off the wedding is due to the fact that he was afraid of being tied down to one woman and needed freedom after three years of cheating, heart breaks, Damian [Wayne] finally ended the engagement leaving Kitty [Moth] heartbroken and distraught, the model refuses to talk about it and wishes Damian the best,”

“And me being gay having to hide my sexuality as well as this whole mess being a pr stunt to further her career has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I called off that engagement,”

Dick let out a surprised squeak as he turned around to see Damian leaning against the door way, glaring at the TV, Dick looked at the TV before he looked at Damian, he was about to turn off the television so that Damian wouldn’t have to see the media trash talking him about his engagement with Kitty, Damian however, had other plans.

Taking the remote from Dick the younger Wayne turned the volume up as he continued to hear the reported paint him as some bad guy while making Kitty look like an angel.


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Far too young to die

WARNING: Back to fluff! Papa!Bruce still hasn’t left. Mild cussing.
Summary: The reader is back home and Bruce is eager to find out who did this to her then they unexpectedly get a surprised visit.
Notes: Looooooooooiiiiiiiiiissssssss is here! This is a little short but it’s because i wanted to save the next part for chapter 4! Glad everyone is enjoying the story so far, I can’t wait to write the upcoming chapters. Send requests!

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Chapter 3


He descended slowly to your window and stayed a safe distance. The moment he saw you his smile appeared again. You were okay but he frowned when he saw the bruises on your body. What happen to you? He wanted to go in there but as Superman? And he can’t just show up as Clark because he would sound like a stalker creep if he knew exactly where were at and you never told him anything and that would give himself away as to how he found out. So he decided to stick to where he is and wait for you to tell him, that’s if Bruce let’s you. Again, the same questions popped up in his head from earlier; how? Why?
 He stayed for a few more minutes just to make sure you were okay then he departed back to Daily Planet where he went unnoticed to everyone except Louis.

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boatmamacita replied to your post:The key to my heart is sappy married headcanons…

Tim is a disaster in the kitchen but Kon learned to cook from Ma Kent so HE’S LIKE FUCKING JULIA CHILD. He wears the frilliest apron with S shield just because. Sometimes he does recipe swaps with Alfred so that he can make Tim’s favourite foods.

They’ve been married (married, capital M-Married, ceremony on the Kent farm, full tux, exchanged rings, do you Conner Kent take this man, Dick and Ma Kent passing a handkerchief between themselves, actual doves overhead, speak now or forever hold your peace and was that Steph’s hand slapped over Bruce’s mouth? actually married) three weeks when Tim wakes up feeling like death warmed over. 

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