ferris wheels, kisses, and lilacs.

A light hum sounds through the space, as the plane slowly moved in the sky. Clouds passed by, and some were a white mist meeting the windows.

You felt the cool AC above, prickling your skin enough to raise goosebumps.

It was a calm ride nonetheless. The seats were comfy.

It was Taylor's private jet, holding the both of you for a journey off to a show she'll be doing. You were coming along because she wanted to spend some time together, and there were plans of exploring the city after she finished.

The meal in front of you was simple—a mac and cheese warm enough to help from the cold.

Beside you, the seat where Taylor resides is empty. She had presumably gone off to the bathroom, though it was taking her time enough to make you worry about the untouched food.

Perhaps she simply had a call.

Though, then, you see her, blonde hair and a sliver of her presence in the corner of your eye. "Baby--" And when you turn, there was a greeting of her wearing a robe.

Not only a robe--a robe full of kittens. Of variations of kittens without a space left behind. For a moment, you blinked, but the small laugh that came was followed by a need to pause what you were doing, stumbling into a fit of held giggles.

She looked adorable. The hood draped over her hair a little bit, and the sleeves were just a bit too long for her.

"Tay!" you managed to say, leaning back and slumping down your seat. She tries to maintain composure, holding back a smile.

"What??" the blonde looked down, knowing the outfit she was wearing. "You don't like it?"

She starts to join in on the giggles. Thank goodness the jet was gliding rather than finding turbulance just for the moment, or both of you would have had to multitask holding on and laughing.

You held out a hand, gesturing clearly. "No, no...you look adorable! I just-- I didn't...expect...that." The joy wasn't really stopping, to the point where your stomach was starting to hurt.

After catching your breaths, Taylor sits next to you back in her seat, smiling. "Its cute right?" In the meanwhile, you glanced at her, trying to not go back into such a state. But you regained your composure enough for the happiness to overtake.

"Yes?! Oh, my gosh...how...where did you find this? Its full of kittens." The material was fluffy when you reach out to touch it, practically imitating the softness of a cat.

The cheeky little giggle that came from her showed that she definitely planned to surprise you, and it did wonders. "I saw it at like a store somewhere, and I just, I had to buy it. Its so comfy too."

A hum leaves you. "It is really soft."

Then you settle back, relaxing your arm back down. "I was gonna ask you if I could borrow your jacket."

She looked at you. "Oh, you don't need a jacket, I could just be holding my arms over you."—her arms reach out, and the sleeves of the robe covers you.—"Boom. Done. Blanket."

You were quietly trying to keep your laughs, deciding to simply turn and bury into her shoulder at the silliness thats happened. "Baby..."

She lovingly gazed at you, kissing the top of your head.

Its easy to say the next hours of your trip on the jet was all filled with jokes and coziness.

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The hallway was long, but amongst many other apartment doors, there was one standing out.

It was by the very end, having endured multiple repairs. Above the doorknob was an obscured glass stretching up, and upon it, were the words 'Alias Investigations' imprinted.

There were sounds of clutter, and shadows of figures moving.

Footsteps echo later, and it was Malcolm walking down the hallway, his path arriving right in front of the door.

With one hand, he held onto a stack of prints, and with the other, he opened the door.

"Hey, I got the papers you wanted..." He says, though trailing off and stopping right there in the doorway.

The scene that greeted him was a surprise.

A very, very orange cat was in your hands as you stood at the front of the desk.

And Jessica was staring at it until she looked to Malcolm.

He had his mouth open before he started to speak again. "Oh...I didn't know you were taking care of a cat."

That went by with a confused expression, and he had to make sure the papers wouldn't slip out his hand from being taken off guard.

Jessica, without hesitation, deadpanned. "I wasn't."

Then, she ran a hand over her face, as if she was someone trying to be responsible, but with the add-on of being extremely tired.

"Malcolm. Y/N here is trying to let..." she glances back at the stretched out orange cat, with paws that were holding onto your hands. "...that live here."

His gaze stayed on you, then went back to Jess, and then only moving between you both. "Its a cute cat." Malcolm shrugged.

Jessica's face turned into some disbelieved expression, with some offended look. "I'm not letting a cat stay here!" She says, raising her arms in the air as an aimless gesture.

"To be fair, you might need one," he says, pointing casually. With some amusement, Malcolm even had a tiny smile.

But he retrieved his phone that he left earlier, and now, his aim was certainly to head for an escape back out. "But...umm, I will let you two talk that out. Good luck."

Then the next thing that sounded was the door gently shutting.

She blinks at the entrance. Clearly, having lost her "extra" backup defense who didn't even try.

Jessica simply stared at you now. Her body's decided she can't do anything else, especially because she's resided to only try to organize her files.

But of course you came in. With the creature. Of whom she, for the love of god hoped it wasn't the alien creature Captain Marvel—Carol owned. Her and her greatness losing that in the streets would not be great.

It didn't look like that specific cat. Flerken. Whatever it was called.

And so, she just avoids the cuteness gaze.

"Emotional support cat?" You say, tilting your head.

"Oh, my god," she mumbled, leaning against the desk.

...There was indeed the tiniest hint of a raise in her lips. But—"No."

There was music playing from the laptop; a playlist on shuffle. Organizing and filing was boring, but didn't require as much brain power as solving things, so songs were fine for Jessica.

However...a cat...

You rested its back paws on the desk when the chorus of a song came. This was always on the radio. "I don't mind spendin' everyday..."

The cat's upper paws were used for a small dancing look. It was just an up and down hand movement really.

The cat stood there, pupils big and clueless, staring at its paws that soon point to Jessica. "Out on your corner in the pouring rain."

She resisted a smile, but couldn't help it, going to sit down at her chair with a shake of her head.

Basically; an 'I can't believe I live with you...'

"Look for the girl with the broken smile." The cat's ears flatten, and the fluff met your skin when you lightly rest your chin against it.

With the best possible integrity, she rolls her chair forward and diverts her focus to her laptop with a sigh. Again.

"Ask her if she wants to stay a while."

"And she will...be loved," you sang, reaching out to poke at her hand teasingly, repeating the lyric. Her eyes narrowed to you.

She eventually breathed out a half laugh. "You're a dork." It was said in an affectionate tone, mostly.

You finally let go of the cat in mercy, but it was watching Jessica's fingers now, how they tap against the desk in thought as she leans to the side of her chair.

"Just to be clear, I'm not taking care of that." She paused, pointing at you. "You are."

Instantly, you beam, arms around the kitty. "So thats a yes?!" Its ears went up at the sudden excitement of your voice more than understanding what you two were saying.

She groaned and exhaled. "Don't make me say it..."

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It happened in fragments.

Like something slowly entering her life and slowly easing sneakily like she didn't give it permission to, despite being such an adorable little animal.

At first, it was little pesty actions like the cat coming onto her desk and interrupting her flow, or her needing to put it back down multiple times and point at it.

For example...

Her eyes skim over a pile of inked written text on paper, sided with pictures and categories.

"Hey--!" Jessica exclaimed, the second she saw the fluff of a tail swishing across the document she was reading.

It waltzed right on the desk, and then sat right upon the pile of papers that she needed.

Of course.

Jessica blinks, while the cat looked as if it was the most innocent thing ever, giving a small 'mew!' in greeting.

A sigh leaves her.

"...You can't be on here."

Then, she points to the floor.

"Down. Go."

It stared back at her, blinking unresponsively, and possibly in confusion.

She pinches the bridge of her nose like she was thinking about you, and all the ways of how to get back at you.

Or to lovingly, very lovingly end up throwing a cushion at you. Or the cat itself. Sure.

She did not want to pick it up.

She's never picked it up before. Why does she have to? Nope. It was always you. The food, and...

Jessica closes her eyes, and accepted her fate, eventually just looking back and reaching out.

Considering her strength, it was lighter than it looked. Like picking up a folded blanket. Usually, people would think something is light only to find its real weight, but she was often the opposite.

The cat didn't mind, landing back on the floor. But it looked around like it wondered why the height changed, only for it to stare back up at the desk again.

Jessica squinted. "...No."

And then it wiggled its back in target, preparing, and jumping enough to catch the edge of the desk with a bit of a struggle.

She had dear lord hoped the papers would be left intact, save for any scruffs, but scratches would have her giving up on the case. But it made it on top.

Somehow, without a single thing falling.

"This is the worst day of my life."

And this, jumping and going back down—was repeated for a bit, until eventually, it was simply Jessica slouched over the desk, face in her arms as she turned to look over at the cat.

It had been many attempts.

You weren't at home.

She thought of entrapping it in the bedroom at this point, but that, 1. Felt cruel. 2. The cat would most definitely meow constantly. 3. The door would fill with scratches.

...4. The cat learns how to open the door.

So, she simply gazed at the ginger fur splayed on her desk, one taking a quarter of the space practically.

But it was also curled up seemingly cozily, and she had veered it off the paperwork just enough to not occupy her work. Even if there was the sudden whip of the occasional tail.

It was tolerated.

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Another time was when she went to the bathroom, bringing her laptop like always, because she would much rather not only stare at walls and everything while sitting on the toilet.

Besides, it'd be 'a waste of time without multitasking.'

But just as she closes the door, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of something filling her sink.

The orange problem, laying right there, and it fit like it was liquid. She was in disbelief.

"How are you even..." she trailed off, like the question doesn't even matter at this point, whether the cat was comfortable or not.

"You know cockroaches are in here, right?" the words were said, but it really couldn't mind less. It was cold. Comfy. Perfect space approved.

Then Jessica paused. One really important thought came across her mind.

Why was she talking to a cat who could barely understand her anyway?

Then, she inhales steadily.

This is fine.

She's had a whole criminal walk into a room while she was on the toilet, somewhere when she was in jail anyway. At some point. In her past. Its a long story. The criminal was off-putting and she had knocked them out in the middle of it.

Done, story explained and settled.

But the point is, a cat wasn't comparable to that attention. Probably less.

Once she sat down, her eyes stayed on the fur like it would move.

"...You're taking my laptop's spot." she mumbled. The cat looked once, then pressed its face back against its fur and the cold sink.

For some odd reason, this very ginger looking thing, did not represent all the cats of the same hue at all. It wasn't a troublemaker, other than taking up Jessica's space.

It never knocked things down, other than the occasional accidents.

So Jessica looked at it as if it was suspicious now.

But the truth was, she had gotten very lucky.

And in an almost sweet way, it almost mirrored her own personality.

Taking space...being quiet...a little aggravating and annoying, but somehow, in the tiniest ways.

She contemplated.

And then her eyes moved to the sink's faucet.

The knob.

Maybe.

But then she gave up with another sigh, and put her laptop on the edge of the sink, not interrupting much of the originating taker of space, since the cat's head was further on the front of the sink, than the side.

Its purrs went quietly in the background alongside keyboard taps.

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The third actually showed her being caring, rather than simply only accepting the creature in her home.

She was about to search in her kitchen, looking for other whiskey bottles since her shelf stash has emptied.

But that only led her standing there, squinting.

Fur.

Again.

Strands scattered on the floor like it had one too many. It wasn't a regular tabby.

The more she looked, the more she sees the orange shape standing there looking at her beside the empty bowl like it was waiting.

Pleading, with those big adorable damn eyes.

So Jessica stands there like it was in a stand-off first.

But really, the reality was, she had messy hair and a way-too-tired body running on its last fumes.

"Okay, but can I...just have my own fill first?" She mumbled, going to the fridge, and searching.

There, she found the Redbull, at least. She preferred whiskey, but it'll do. The tab opened with a click that followed a hiss—which thankfully wasn't the cat.

That one was silent.

She was sure that someday, she'd faint and pass out from the cat jumpscaring with its silent paws and steps in the middle of the night, in the dark. But to be fair, it wasn't hard to spot with its vibrance.

After a sip or more, Jessica exhales, fixating her gaze on the catfood.

Wet cat food, was the text on the front. She remembers it being better, and the way you told her about it too.

Even if at the time, she looked like she was uninterested and having been on her camera or sipping booze.

She did listen still.

With a sigh, she took the bowl, and opened up the bag, putting the food in. The cat watches, having stood and was following her across the kitchen.

Its tail brushes her legs, and she had to tighten her lips in response to the feeling.

Alongside with the now somehow who-approved-this-affection nuzzle from the cat that made her freeze when she finished up.

The bowl was soon back on the floor.

She huffed, gently nudging the cat. "Go. Shoo. You have your food...stop...being so annoying." she mumbled, but hesitated on her last few words, and just watched.

It leaned down and started nibbling away, munching and enjoying the meal.

For a moment it was just that.

Then she turns away back to her office.

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One more before the last...a short one.

It was a day where she's only just come home, tired and immensely having a packaged bundle of sores.

She walks in, and falls to the mercy of her chair.

She could've gone to the couch, but right now, slumping against the desk sounded like the better option. Until anyone experiences it, they wouldn't quite know why.

It was a hard case.

Someone taken.

She had to stop her head from being loud. But she's already emptied out her thermal bottle that was once full of whiskey on the way here.

So she was out of it.

Then, she felt pressure near her arm.

For a second, it could be thought of as a nerve or tendon dying, calling out to her in protest, but when she looked up from her arms, she finds herself greeted with a pair of orange eyes and the cat.

Instantly, she inhales, and leaned back. A surprise. For sure.

Then, she sighed, and relented to staying there anyway. More comfortable than if she leaned back.

She could feel soft fur, curling and resting around her tired figure, only to fill her ears with purrs.

With a peek, she gazed back to it again.

It almost seemed like it sensed her emotions, and provided comfort.

But it was a cat.

Then, she reaches slowly, and started with a few pets.

In the midst of it, she thought; 'please don't scratch me, please don't scratch me, please don't scratch me' with the pair of 'don't bite. I swear.'

But it didn't.

Other than a lick to her hair, and her mouth fell open in shock.

"I'm not a cat."

But that was the only time. It only turned into nuzzling affection by the kitty next.

She sat there, resting tiredly with fingers threaded in orange, like its become something to cling to for the time being.

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And now was the nail that sealed everything off for her to finally, maybe accept it.

The cat has owned a bunch of titles now--problem, ball of fur, cat, little orange, and desk hoarder.

But not yet named.

So here you both were, all cuddled up in bed, cozy with the soft sheets.

You were nuzzled against her chest, and she was content to stay calm, occasionally just drifting in the hour.

It was all sweet.

Until she finds the orange thing jumping on the bed and deciding by itself, to join the cuddle pile.

A small grumble left her. "...I'm not sharing..." she pulled you closer, while the cat laid down, its cheek against the mattress as if it wanted to make itself look adorable.

And that only led you to realize and start thinking about what names it should have.

Which, did not really amuse Jess, because now she has to sit with the fact that it may be permanent.

But she buried herself against your hair, trying to hold onto the feel of your clothes. "I'm only calling it a problem..."

You smile under her, reaching to the kitty despite everything.

Its stayed here so long now anyway.

And eventually, one word came from you. "...Aster."

She rose a brow, looking to you.

In meeting her gaze with a grounded expression, your eyes soften. "Its a flower."

She tries to think. Purple. A distinct shape. You both had roamed a certain flower shop somewhere in the past, and a couple of them did hold on.

"Or asterisk...for something special," you added in. At that, her eyebrows inevitably furrowed.

"Asterisk for a cat?"

A giggle leaves you. "Its cute."

She looked at you like she had all the love in the world for you, but had no heart to say the oddness and yet, simplicity of it.

"Its a text format--sweetheart." The endearment expressed itself without seeming weird, like its sunken in enough to be gentle from her.

You smile up at her, letting your hand drift away from the cat and onto her arm.

"Come on," you lightly encourage her.

She puts her hands in the air gently. "Okay. Just because..." she shrugs.

You rose a brow slowly, expecting her to admit it. "...It means a star." She then added something else, "A dumb star."

A gasp leaves you. "Jess!"

She smiled. "What?"

...

"It is cute." She murmured, her hand slowly petting the napping cat.

You held back a smile, as if not wanting to say 'you said it'.

She eyed you, but then simply just let it go by leaning into you more.

Aster was eventually given availability to the bed, and the cuddle pile, even as Jessica kept you close than ever.

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"...Kitty!" the little one called out, as Jessica held all the affection in her gaze.

The orange cat greeted with a rub of its head, already finding the girl to be something dear and special to Jess, and that had gotten it soft pets from tiny hands.

Giggles echoed out, and somehow, that made everything much more content.

A/N: I unfortunately won't have many fics with dani or at all since I'm not one for that kind of thing...but I find it very cute and adorable to include her meeting the cat. so <3 she's also had so many precious panels with jess in the comics. ugh.

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It was a peaceful night really. Nearly. You enjoyed drinks with Jessica, and talked to her. She had gone quieter after thoughts of the case rattled her mind up and racked like it didn't care. The bar had people, but not a lot.

Then she heard something.

"So, where are you goin' home to tonight?" A man beside you asks, sliding next to your seat. He was beardy, with slicked hair. Leaned both ways.

A grimace instantly itched your face as you regretted looking. For a stranger to slide in like that was a shriveling feeling to the bone itself.

Then he peeked to who you were turned to before he came.

"Awh, come on, precious thing like you ain't goin' off with that pile of trash surely?" Jessica right damn near choked on her whiskey, but downed it like the burn helped.

"Excuse me?" The glass thudded loud on the bar. She dead eye stared at the man across, her hand holding the glass so tight it could break. It wasn't even the insult, it was the flirtatious tone.

As soon as his smirk grew—"We're leaving." she says, taking your hand. You could feel the tension between them, and you follow despite being pulled unprepared and nearly catching your leg from the chair.

Jess went for the door, sighing when she realized the person wasn't even done bothering either of you.

The cold air hit both your skins, nighttime making the streets empty, and the door of the bar creaked behind with him appearing.

A whistle from his lips sounded. "Hey, don't run out on me now! Haven't even gotten your names." Now that was a eery wording. But it was clear he was drunk from the way he was slurring.

Jessica clenches her jaws, staring. It disgusted her. "Back off, moron," the tone was firm, in her raspy voice.

"Jess, lets just go," you say. As much as it'd be great to see her leave him with a piece of his own medicine, trouble wasn't ideal.

She glanced at you for a moment, before exhaling and trying to calm the simmer in her nerves. Soon, both of you turn back to go on your way.

Then he rolls his eyes, and his hand finds its way to your wrist, but Jessica's sharp eyes caught that, and she instantly snatched him off of you.

"AGH! What the hell?!" he wailed, feeling the strength in Jessica's grip, and stumbled back.

She only went closer, pushing him back by the chest. He lands against the bricked wall in the alleyway, grunting in pain.

Jessica tightens her hold. "Fucking touch them again, and you won't have a hand." Then she pulled the collar of his shirt. "Got it?"

Insistently and under pressure of fear, he nods multiple times. With a huff of a near satisfied breath, she nearly let him go.

But not without a punch to the face. It sends him flying to a pile of garbage with a cry, and Jessica stepped back, snarling.

Once she looked at you, the expressions you held were obvious. A tiny grimace and worry at the damage, though not resisting a 'deserved' look.

"It's fine, he'll live," she reassured, walking back to you and running a hand through her hair.

"Come on, sweetheart." In warmth, her fingers found yours, and you let it intertwine, going home beside her.

"That was scary..." you whisper. When her gaze finds yours, the firmness softens from her eyes.

You gave her a small smile, the streetlight illuminating your face. "But thank you."

Jessica shook her head. "You don't have to thank me. It's fine."

"He was being an asshole."

She then bit her lip.

"...But I'd never want you hurt," she admits. In the sense, it was a point to wanting you to be safe, and keeping you that way. Just said in another way.

With a squeeze, you reassure her.

And after all that, you two got home safe.

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Sunlight seeped in from the white window sills as the air in the house had the mix of the cool morning air, and the light warmth of the orange sun.

Taylor was roaming about gently, humming to herself as she got the ingredients enough for a morning pancake. It was quiet enough for her sounds to be particularly noticeable.

The steps upon the wooden floorboards weren't creaky, and it would be something to be grateful for, if Taylor didn't suddenly turn to feel something on her leg—only for her to look down alertedly, and see a certain cat named Benjamin peeking up at her.

His tail had brushed against her just in the slightest of ways, and he had come waltzing in the kitchen with paws that made no sound, and floors that had no warning.

She breathes out in relief, hearing him meow up at her eventually, possibly asking for food, and she smiled back down.

"Silly Benji," the blonde murmured, crouching down to pick him up and hold him like a baby, and Benjamin had just let her, his paws curling in the air.

A couple of kisses were pressed to the top of the cat's head before she went over to one of the cabinets, opening it to grab the essentials on preparing his food.

The cat murred gently, watching her do the familiar routine. Taylor's mind wandered as she moved, her eyes glancing to the bedroom door that was half open.

In the meanwhile, over within the space of that room, the bed was taken up by you, and you were stirring gently under the tangled up blankets. Thankfully, without a cat nearby to suddenly be alerted by any turning you were doing. A squished cat loaf wasn't what you wanted in the morning.

Olivia, the scottish fold, stared gently over by the desk chair, her eyes half open in the serene mood of the curtains being open. She was right in the spot that had the perfect sunlight.

Your eyes were slowly fluttering open, your eyesight coming back into focus as you try to register the morning light coming from the windows.

It was so bright. And late. It never really was nice being greeted by the blinding rays rather than a dawned dark blue sky.

But that simply was the consequence of waking up late, and a couple of body sores paired with it. You could see Olivia's tail lightly swaying off the edge of the desk chair. It was the smallest movement in laziness and coziness.

A sigh leaves your lips. You decide to call Olivia gently with a few clicks of your tongue, offering your hand out. The cat certainly was opening her eyes more, looking to you with her ears perking.

She was reluctant to leave her oh-so comfortable spot now, with the sun being at the right angle, but with you bringing the covers up, how could she resist?

And so, her paws had her landing gently as she went down to trail over to the bed, hopping on the soft mattress. She easily made herself warm under the blanket, curling up with you.

You ran your fingers through the soft fur, the familiarity of it only making your heart softer.

While the cat purred beside you, Taylor stepped in by the doorway, leaning herself against the frame.

A small smile came up on her face as she saw you, despite your back turned, your hand was clearly reached out to the cat beside you.

"Hey, baby," she spoke up, her voice soft in the air, travelling to you. In the sound, you turn your head, and saw her reflecting your lips in its raise.

Her steps towards you were as light as a cat's paws, and she was deciding between jumping in bed completely or gracefully laying beside you. She chose the latter, with an energy of excitement.

You giggled as you felt the pair of arms wrapped around you, and there was certainly no resisting in cuddling into her chest. "Morning, sweetheart..."

"Mhmn. Mornin'." she pecks a kiss atop your head, squeezing your body in the hug. The energy she had was, in a way, unexpected.

"Whats got you so happy today??" You look up at her, smiling widely, and she was in utter, absolute love as she gazed at you. Your heart wanted to let itself melt down into a puddle of sweetness at it.

"Well...I...got my morning routine back, and..." She says, trailing off in her sentence. You rose your eyebrows at her, knowing full well she wanted a dramatic effect.

"The album is released!!!!!" she squealed, shaking you gently, and you laughed, then had to blink. "What album?!"

She paused, gazing at you. "Surprise!!!! It's for you!" she said, and a gasp left your lips as she continued with her excitement, seeing your shock and happiness.

Your arms soon tighten around her as you brought her closer, and rained kisses upon her in a followed up response.

As she felt it, a sigh of contentment was leaving her, and her adrenaline was calming down in the fervent kisses you gave. It doubled as either pecks or lingering softness, both equaling in the matter of love.

"I'm so proud of you," you murmur, as you finally reached her very lips, and she didn't hesitate to return it back.

Then, as you pulled back, the excitement rises, and you did the same thing she did to you earlier; shake her immensely with happiness. The cat beside you both was blinking at the sight before it.

"I can't believe you did that!!!!" You said, with all the pure proudness in your voice, and then you buried into her neck.

She giggled, it going by her chest and ribcage as you felt it. By the time you lean back to see her, you could find that she had her teeth sunk into the bottom part of her lip, which you could only tell as her wanting a piece of her mind spilled in words, but she was holding back.

"Baby, are the fans liking it...?" you asked within a range of both curiosity and tentativeness.

"THEY LOVE IT!!!" she implied, her shoulders winding in as she tries to contain herself with that precious look on her face.

Until it was faltering and fading just a little in the midst of thoughts. "Well, I...I'm not scrolling through it all. I shouldn't, honestly, there's so much, and probably some that don't like it either, but..."

You had to cut her off before she went further; "Shh...you love it. And there are people who do love it and will. Like me. And...so, now we just celebrate."

She looked at you as your hand gave a reassuring rub on her shoulder. "...You're right." she whispers, her eyes softening.

Your own expression held affection for her. "I wanna listen to it soon." you shift closer to her, pressing your face against her shoulder.

She smiles softly. "Yeah. But I wanna cuddle you and all." The blonde murmured, placing a soft kiss atop your head.

You hummed, granting her all the kisses she wanted to lay upon you, while you tighten your cuddle with her. "What were you doing out of bed?"

"I was in the kitchen...do you want breakfast?" she answered, gazing down at you.

You hadn't noticed the feeling of your body's morning emptiness until now. "I do..." you responded gratefully, yet a pout was forthcoming in your next sentence. "But the bed was cold."

She melted at your words, knowing full well you'd rather wake up next to her in the morning and snuggle off however you'd like.

"Awww...I'm sorry, I wanted to prepare the pancake batter..." she whispered, and your heart flutters at her thoughtfulness.

She saw you gaze up at her with a small smile. "Its okay, baby." Then, you got her hand in yours. "Lets go, I want some pancakes."

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Benjamin had just finished eating his own breakfast as you both walked in the kitchen, his little cat body scuttling over to go to the couch.

Taylor went to the pancake batter, checking on it to make sure it tasted good and was in perfect condition before she looked over to you.

You were grabbing the spatula out the drawer, as the pan was already set with warmth, and she walked over with the bowl.

Just as you were about to close the drawer, she stops it, reaching for the ladle before pushing the drawer closed.

You had to purse your lips at the main forgotten tool used for making the pancake. As she glanced at you, she gave a sweet, knowing smile, compiled with reassurance.

Since she decides to take the duty of making the pancakes, you simply take the other role; your arms wrapped around her as she grabbed the batter.

It was a very important role.

Taylor couldn't help but smile as she felt you behind her, cheek pressed against her back. She tries to focus on the pancake, letting it sit so the bubbles would come up properly.

As soon as she saw the golden underside and formed edge, she flips it gently. You peek, seeing the delicious looking breakfast being prepared.

Her eyes go over to you, and the unspoken question was in your expressions. "You wanna do some?" she asked. You didn't hesitate to nod, and she chuckles.

In the meanwhile, she goes to grab the plate for the both of you, and you started to put all your attention on completing the amount you usually have for yourself.

You and Taylor took turns flipping the pancake until breakfast was served, with some orange juice sided with it. And the sweet blonde of course, had put one dollop of pancake batter upon your nose.

You gasp, looking at her. "Baby." She was stifling a laugh, and you swipe the batter off your nose to go put it upon her instead. She squealed, moving off to the side to dodge you, and yet, you got her anyway.

The both of you were giggling now, and had to head over to the sink to clean yourselves up, with certain water sprayed off in a playful attack to each other in the midst. You two were practically kids.

Soon, it was settling as you dried your hand on the kitchen towel, and Taylor gazed at you, waiting her turn.

Once you were done she did her own hands, and leaned closer for a small kiss on your cheek, the affectionate atmosphere coming to spill back like a fountain with colored lights.

You had to stand there for a minute, your cheeks having all the red rushing. She intertwined your hand with hers, and pulled you to the dining table so you would also be pulled out the dazeness.

It was indeed easier to come back to reality once you were sat, especially with the pancakes, and the sweet scent of maple syrup.

The fork and knife was cold as you picked them up. Even with the sun shining through the windows, the morning air was apparent. And it was perfect.

Taylor was setting some fruit on her pancake in the meanwhile, indeed, having made a face. You peek over slowly, seeing her cut a triangle shape for two of her pancakes.

It made cat ears. And the one pancake below was the face. She had just finished when she saw you looking, seemingly holding back either a giggle or smile.

She didn't hide her proudness or the raise of her lips. It was clearly art, her pancake. And soon, coated in maple syrup.

Benjamin came over by the feet of Taylor's chair, looking up at her with a meow. She looked down at him.

The cat was curious, about to reach up in a cling, until Taylor picked up the plate to show him. "Look," she said, making sure it wasn't tilted too much or the delicacy would splat.

"Its you." Benjamin blinked, and you were chuckling under your breath. But both of you were sure he just wanted added snacks—so when he leaned forward, Taylor pulled the plate back to put on the table. "Not your food though."

"Don't tease him like that..." you said, in a playful manner. She was leaving her plate on the table to grab a packet of cat food for him.

"I was just showing him the beautiful reflection of his face," Taylor responded right along, laughing as she went back to you.

The cat food was poured gently upon the table, in front of one of the empty chairs, and the cat jumped up, going to nom on it gratefully.

You focused back on your pancakes, cutting a piece to eat, and Taylor did the same. Benjamin's purrs sounded in the space.

The peacefulness returning had your thoughts wandering to the conversation you shared with her earlier before.

"...Baby?" Her attention was caught as you spoke, your elbows on the table. She hums, chewing as her eyes traveled to you.

The gaze had you lowering your head a little, trying not to blush for perhaps the 100th time today. She didn't care. Each time was one worthy of her keeping precious anyway.

"Can I...um, know what the album theme is?" you eventually got your words out, and her lips held a cheeky smile as she leaned forward.

"Mmn...its called...'Lover', and its pink pastel." She reaches out, finding your hand to brush her fingers over.

Your mouth fell open, nevermind the contact of touch—you had remembered the photoshoots you had seen her do before, posted upon her instagram and in certain magazines. They all had a following theme within them.

"Is that why you did those photoshoots with the pink color on your hair?" you asked, your voice filled with curiosity, and she grinned, nodding eagerly.

Then, you squint your eyes. "But you don't have it now..." A pout overcame your face, pointing at her hair, and she was hesitant to reveal the true info to you, but soon leaned back.

"...It was extensions, sweetheart." Your mouth opened in surprise again, this time out of something perpetually similar to a sort of betrayal. Her eyes softened, yet she awaited your response.

Eventually, your lips were sealed back to its state before, while you lightly pushed around the light pancake piece.

You take a deep breath to compose yourself, "You know what...?" you start, turning your head to her. "You should dye it and make it real."

Taylor raises her eyebrows, but was falling head over heels on the idea, especially coming from the lips she fell for first.

"You want me to dye my hair?" Despite the surprise, it wasn't all that bad. If not just for the album theme, but most of all, for your eagerness and the style.

"Yeah! Just the ends," you say, with an added suggestion. She took a moment to think about it, gazing at the table.

"I do like the way they look..." It was quiet, and a murmur off her lips. The waiting was too long.

"So you'll do it...?" your words were a throw back of her own search of confirmation, and she couldn't help the smile tugging by her lips at your want, or even need to know.

"Yeah." Taylor looked at you, her response simple. You practically felt like a confetti.

"Yay!!" the cheer came off you softly, and you were just about climbing the top of her list of adorable things. She wanted to squeeze you.

"You're so cute," Taylor let the words slip, and not even caring how they sound. If anything, she'd make all the sticky notes and love letters all day for you to read or anything like a voice message to hear.

You point to her. "You are." And then she felt a boop to her nose when you reached out.

"Nope." With the way the word made her lips come together smaller, it made her smile even cuter. So of course you had to nod your head in protest of who's cute.

"Mhm."

And she shook her head. "Mmn mm."

You squinted your eyes, as if trying to find a way out or an answer to win.

But eventually, you just switched the topic in decision and thought. "When can we listen to the album?"

A hum left her, and she leans back with amusement. "When you dye my hair, maybe."

When the time had passed enough later, with dishes washed and breakfast done, the two of you had set out on a mission--a quest, to get some hair dye from the store that was safe and completely fine for her hair. And perhaps double checked with her stylist. Of course. Nevertheless, she was fine with letting you do it rather than going into bounds with a professional. It was only the ends, after all, and she loved seeing the focus on your face whenever you were trying to do something.

She didn't want you listening to the album even in the car. The radio was off, and music from another artist was playing as you both sat peacefully.

if she let you listen to the new album, it wouldn't be easy to dance as much as she wanted to with you. Or even further, record your reactions to the songs.

But soon, you two were back at the house, with plastic bags containing hair dyes for blue and pink.

Of course, the setup was in the bathroom, and she had gotten herself a stool to sit upon right by the bathtub. You were occasionally sitting on the bathtub, using it as a way to put the plastic bowl and the brush there.

There was the sink counter, yes, but the tub's flat edge had a closer range, and it was the first option for your mind.

Taylor put the album on her phone to play nearby in the meanwhile, and the first song found its way to your ear without hesitation.

"Da da da da da da da da da..."

It was adorable. It wasn't just the music, it was her vocals starting. In the rhythm, there were the sound of finger snaps, and you could only imagine how she would sound when doing it acoustically.

She watches you as you went to her front, seeing your face that had a smile. You were preparing by wearing gloves, sliding them on your hand.

"How many days did I spend thinking 'bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?"

"Lived in the shade you were throwing 'til all my sunshine was gone, gone, gone."

The next thing to do was grab some dye, and the brush.

"And I couldn't get away from you. In my feelings more than Drake, so yeah."

"Your name on my lips, tongue tied. Free rent, living in my mind."

"But then something happened one magical night..."

You waited patiently, eyes on her and eyebrows raised.

"I forgot that you existed."

Your mouth fell open. You hadn't taken a look at the song name earlier, not even the tracklist, so you had no idea what was coming. Just the lyrics and melody sounding in live for the first time. She giggled softly, reaching to boop your nose.

By the end of the song, you were singing along to the chorus, listening to her adorable on-track giggles. You just wanted to kiss her a million times.

After everything, she let the hair sit for a while before washing it off, and you cleaned up the supplies.

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Taylor stood in front of the mirror,

"I love it, baby," she whispered. The tone had awe, and a feeling that it was real than extensions now.

You finished up patting her damp hair with a towel, and looked over her shoulder. "Mhm? I think you look sweet."

She leans back against you, a small gentle hum of love leaving her. In the meanwhile, your arms wrap around her.

"Like cotton candy," you add, and it urged her to laugh as she felt the kiss on her neck.

"It does look like literal cotton candy," she ended up saying.

You nod. "And I love it. It fits your blonde hair."

"I might just keep this for a while."

Finally, she turns around, facing you. The closeness was everything, and the quiet of the night was precious.

You lean in closer, brushing your nose with hers, and she didn't mind returning it.

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