i wish i were every cat

It’s you and me you

Pairing - kang daniel x reader
Words - 1, 077.
Warnings - you just met your crush while you were taking care of street cats. requested by @kngdaniel

You hummed as you skipped along the alley - a deserted but a perfect home for street cats to stay. “Mom’s here!” You exclaimed excitedly, seeing your so-called-child-like cats. By the rustling sounds of the plastic bags, the cats flinched, and looked towards your direction. Recognizing you, they slowly walk towards you, attention fully on the plastic bag. You place them down on the ground, keeping it away from the cats. The sounds of cans bumping into each other just made the cats more impatient.

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So in the Supergirl 2x21 promo we see Kara, Cat, and Lillian Luthor all in the same room discussing how to save the city aka we see Kara, Cat, and a person with a very different sense of morality all in the same room discussing how to save the city. Where have we seen this before? In the second to last episode of season 1. That episode centered around Kara, Cat, and Maxwell Lord all debating what the best way to stop Non was between dropping a bomb like Max wanted to or inspiring them with hope like Cat inspired Kara to do. I hope 2x21 parallels 1x19 in more ways than just setting up a scene with similar characters. 

I hope we get Cat inspiring Kara again. I hope we get Kara realizing what makes her a true hero, how she brings out the best in people by assuming the best in people. I want an ethical debate between Cat and Lillian on how far is too far when you are trying to protect the city. I hope we get women supporting women in all different ways. There is such an opportunity to get plenty of moments that feel like season 1 in these next two episodes, ones where the writers realize the depth of these amazing, complex characters they have created. 

I want to see Kara’s struggle with her Kryptonian history, particularly with how the mistakes that Krypton made caused Daxam to die as well. I want to see Kara angry again because she lost so much. I hope the writers remember how Kara’s grief and anger are such important pieces of her character. I want a scene where Kara shares a piece of her past with Cat like in season 1. Between telling Cat that her parents died in 1x05, explaining how she doesn’t get a second chance with her mom and she wishes her mom were here to ask her if she is happy in 1x11, expressing how she loves National city so much because every time she helps somebody she feels like their light becomes a part of her in 1x16, and revealing that although she loved her mother she didn’t save Krypton like she promised in 1x19, and so many more, Cat has always been the person that Kara really opens up to. I feel like the reason that losing Cat Grant really hurt the show was not just because Cat Grant was an amazing character, but also because she was so important to Kara’s growth as Kara trusted her enough to share all of the pain that she has been through with her, both as Kara and Supergirl.

I am so happy that Cat Grant is back for the final two episodes and I really hope the writers take advantage of her being back and we get some great Kara/Cat scenes as well as some parallels with the Kara/Cat/Lillian scenes.

Misconceptions-Chapter 5

I COULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER!

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut. Tiniest amount of fluff

Originally posted by luvinchris

moye serdtse-my heart

Flashback:

His screams fracture the dream your having, searing into your mind, you have no defense against it, you sit bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily trying to pin point the danger, your sleep hazy mind taking its sweet time catching up with reality, it takes you a minute to realize the screaming is coming from Bucky’s room, you scramble out of bed, not bothering to find your pajama pants, you can feel his terror in your mind, seeping into your every pore as you run down the corridor to his bedroom, you slowly open the door, your heart shattering at the sight before you, Bucky’s back is arching off the bed, his hands fisted into the bed sheets, sweat pouring off him in waves, small whimpers leaving him in between screams, you know better than to approach him, instead you stand at the foot of the bed and gently call into his mind “Bucky, you’re dreaming” he relaxes slightly “moye serdtse, come back to me, you need to wake up” he gasps, one final scream leaving him as he flies out of bed into a defensive position, his eyes scan the room, landing on your form at the edge of the bed “I’m not going to hurt you Bucky, Take a deep breath” you say calmly, he closes the distance between you in two short strides, pulling you fiercely against his chest, he sobs into your hair “don’ please, don’ do that again, you can’ do that again, I need ya, please” you don’t bother asking him what he’s talking about, he’s not going to tell you, he never does “shh Buck. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise” his hold on you tightens, “stay” he pleads “stay, I sleep better when you’re here” he’s staring at you with a look you can’t decipher “yeah buck” you reply “I’ll always stay with you”

Present:

 

“you have a baby” Bucky dumbly states “Where’s Tony?” you reply numbly making shushing noises at Adriana, “you have a baby (y/n), why do you have a baby?!” He asks, voice climbing with every syllable “Where.is.Tony” you spit out through clenched teeth “you left. In the middle of the FUCKING NIGHT AN’ YOU CAN’ EVEN TELL ME WHY THERES A BABY STRAPPED TO YA CHEST” oh man he’s mad. Oh shit he’s beyond angry “can you keep it down James? You’re scaring her” you hiss as Ari starts to wail “I do not owe you an explanation James, in fact I don’t owe you a single damn thing, so where. Is. Tony” you spit, “no, ya aint runnin’ out on me again doll, you an me are gonna discuss why there’s a child strapped to ya and why you left me. Right now,” he replies, calm, angry Bucky is not a good Bucky.” Left you? I did not leave you James, there was no us, you made that abundantly clear when you started dating Natalia, when you told me I was nothing but a mistake” you falter “so you can shove any notion of an explanation up your ass because you aren’t getting shit from me” he groans “look kitty, I know I hurt ya, I was a fuckin’ idiot an I’m sorry I really am, I tried ta talk ta ya but you would-“ “hurt me?” you cut him off “no James what you did was so far beyond the realm of hurting me it’s ridiculous” you whisper “you broke me James, and there isn’t anyway I’m coming back from that” he stares at you stunned as you push past him “and if you ever call me kitty again I will rip your throat out. With my teeth” you add as you make your way to Tony’s lab.

Bucky fucking Barnes your fuming, furious, your hands are shaking, Ari is screaming bloody murder as you unsuccessfully try and sooth her, your running through every curse word in every language that you know, you’re covered in blood, running high on adrenaline and anger and you’re going to murder Tony.

“you better be in here Stark” you yell, hearing various implements crash to the floor “Kitty? Jesus, I got your message what the hell happened out there kid? How did they find you? You were secure!” he asks, frantically checking you and Ari for any injuries “I don’t know T, I did as you asked, I made no friends, I didn’t go out unnecessarily, you said you had the threat under control?” you’re so, so tired “I did, I had no indication that HYDRA knew where you were there’s been no chatter. Not a peep” he says “you okay kid? You’re looking like shit” he adds. “I had a run in with Bucky on the way up and I’m dead ass tired, Ari nearly got taken and right now I wanna wake up from this obvious fucking nightmare I’m having” silent tears are running down your face, you don’t notice “you need sleep Kitty cat, give the baby to me I can take care of the little monster while you get cleaned up and rest, I’ll send out for supplies and clothes” you breathe out a sigh “you sure T?” “yes, now give me my goddaughter, you’re of no use to either of us in the state you’re in” you bark out laugh “such a charmer you are Tony” you reply as you unstrap Ari “she needs to eat, she missed her feeding, and a bath won’t hurt her either” you add. “you got it mama” he winks.

Flashback:

(y/n) you need to get out. Now” Tony barks through the phone “I intercepted HYDRA intel, they know where you are and that you’re pregnant, we need to move you” panic, Blind searing panic “how? Why? I don’t understand T, I’m inconsequential” you breathe into the receiver “I’m not important enough for them to come after me T” you take a breath “what the fuck is going on?”

“I wish I knew kitty cat, be ready to go in 5”

 

Present:

Making a quick stop in Steve’s room you grab a shirt and a pair of joggers, you’re covered in dirt and sweat, drops of blood covering your clothes, you need a shower desperately, and a solid 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, you moan at the prospect, you can’t remember the last time you slept through the night, Ari needed to feed every 2 hours and you were running on empty. Trudging back to your old room you find Bucky sitting on your old bed, you sigh “James I can’t do this with you right now” you speak plainly too tired to go another round with him “well then ya best listen doll face, ya haven’t let me say my peace, an’ I need ta get this out” “James please not no-“ He interrupts you “for once shuddup an’ listen ta me alrigh’?” his face is deadly serious, brokering no room for protest, “fine. Say what you have to say, and then leave” you answer, he sighs, “Ya left me, Alone, no explanation, no warning, I mourned ya, ya know?” he falters “I loved ya for so long and you were just gon’, I couldn’ put the pieces together in my mind, why ya jus left like that” your crying, breath coming out in short pants “I knew I had hurt ya after the las’ fight we had, I knew I was an idiot, an’ Natalia offered comfort, I thought i loved her,I couldn figure out what I wanted, who I wanted” you can get through this (y/n) squeezing your eyes shut  “ i ended it with Natalia as soon as i figured out you left,she was a replacement for who i wanted an’ i hurt her too“ he looks disgusted with himself “i looked for ya, i spent months tryna find ya, i felt like i was goin’ insane without ya” his lips curl back into a snarl “you are so deeply in-bedded in who i am, i don’ know what i am without ya, ya saved me from the dark, an’ i pushed ya into it”

“an then ya march back into my life bold as brass, with a baby strapped ta ya, covered in dirt and blood,with that fuckin’ attitude that makes me wanna tear my hair out, an’ ya shattered my heart all over again (y/n)” tears are streaming down his face, Dont let him in You think “I know the babies mine (y/n) an ya aint gonna keep her from me, I’m gonna be her daddy, whether ya wan’ me ta or not” he adds “give me a chance, Kitty, I can make this right, I can be who ya need me to be, please all im askin’ for is a chance” he pleads. God how you want to give in, you want to wrap yourself in Bucky and never let go. You want to be a family, you want Ari to have both parents, but how do you know he wont turn tail when he starts to doubt again? No, Ari comes first. Always Adriana.

“I won’t stop you from being Adriana’s father James” he brightens instantly.

“but you and I, we can never be anything more than we are now. Too much has happened, I’m your second-choice James, your consolation prize, I was just a mistake to you, you said so yourself, I can’t” you sigh “I can’t do that again Buck, I can’t go through that again, I cant put my daughter through that”

“I’m gonna prove ya wrong doll” he stands to leave

“ya were never my second choice” he adds “ya were the only choice.”

“an I was a fool ta only realize that after ya were gone”

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Vicky Holmes Leaves Warriors

By LZRD WZRD

What has for some time been a functional state of affairs has today become a somber reality. Vicky Holmes, one-third of the original Erin Hunter Warrior Cats team, has officially announced that she will no longer be writing for the series. The statement came today, April 24th, by way of Facebook, where she wrote that:

“Warriors has been the greatest blessing, the greatest privilege, the sharpest learning curve of my life. But nothing lasts forever. I won’t be writing for the series again. I will keep this page so that I can update you with movie news (oh please let there be some news soon!). And maybe I’ll pop in to share my new projects with you. But the latest series continues to top the bestselling charts, which proves what a fabulous job the new editorial team is doing (with the ongoing brilliance of Kate and Cherith, of course).”

Vicky has long served as the editor and story architect for the series - while writers such as Kate Cary and Cherith Baldry largely wrote the actual books themselves, it was Vicky’s creative vision that inspired them and much of the series as we know it. She has written much over the years about her inspiration for the series, but I’ve found this post from December 10th of last year to be especially revealing:

“It seems strange to talk as if I don’t have complete control over these cats. After all, I could have typed different words for the storyline … but these characters and their stories often seem to exist independently inside my mind, and my task is to watch quietly from the shadows and record what happens.”

Now, I’ve heard it said that Vicky and the rest of the Erins have only continued to write Warriors books because of money or fame. No doubt the success of the series prompted them to write more for it, but I think it’s clear that Vicky’s writing has always been about self-expression. Vicky’s cacoethes scribendi in many cases seems to come from flashes of inspiration. The character and story of Midnight both came after she decided that ‘Midnight’ would be a cool title for a book. I don’t know about you, but to hear a successful professional writer draw inspiration for an entire book and subsequent arc from merely thinking a title sounded good is really validating to me, especially as someone who’s created more titles than stories. Meanwhile, as I’ve chronicled before, it was a split-second vision of a cat disowning her own adopted kits to save them that gave way to the entire Power of Three arc. Her reverence for books like Watership Down helped to shape the series, while her love of action movies has littered the series with quotes pulled from the likes of Rambo, Gladiator, and The Avengers. And it was her own personal experience with being forced to face her own impending death that inspired the powerful conclusion to Cinderpelt’s character arc.

More so than any other person, the world of Warriors has and always will be Vicky’s creation. That being said, her own role in the series has been largely limited, as she hasn’t contributed to the main series since 2014. The latest arc, A Vision of Shadows, has earned much acclaim from the fandom, especially myself, despite being under the control of a new creative team. Her main contributions lately have been novellas, the most recent of which were Pinestar’s Choice and Spottedleaf’s Heart. Her decision to call it quits comes in the waning days of the controversy surrounding the latter’s inclusion of a Spottedleaf x Thistleclaw romance. The new plotline was poorly received as some fans disapproved of additional romantic interests by both characters, since it would seem in principle to cheapen their motivations and feelings in later books. Additionally others were put off by what to them seemed to be an inappropriate handling of a predatory relationship between a child and adult. I myself haven’t read the book, so I’ll refrain from any sort of formal judgement on these matters. I will however commend Vicky for the way she has faced this barrage of criticism. Staying as professional and thoughtful as always, she welcomed and responded to the criticism openly. Vicky thanked the fandom for their passion and thoughtfulness, stating that “Warriors has the best fans in the world - with the loudest voices and (sometimes) the sharpest claws!” Vicky is a class act and here demonstrates the virtues of love and humility, even in the face of opposition, that are all too necessary for this generation of readers to embrace.

Additionally, Vicky’s departure comes after criticism surrounding her personally anointed ‘super-fan’ Su Susann’s role in communicating Warriors information hit a crescendo. Many have taken issue with her ideas being considered series canon, claiming that they contain contradictions and baseless, needless assertions about the characters. I personally haven’t given her too much thought since I rarely use the Warriors Wiki and focus more on the text of the books themselves and my own reactions to it than any other source, but if you’re interested in learning more, my friend butterflyidentity has written a heavily-detailed piece about her on Warriors Amino.

Despite these recent controversies, Vicky maintains that they were not the reason for her sudden announcement. Quote:

“I’m not leaving because of the Spottedleaf furore. I won’t deny it’s been painful, but I’m tougher than that! I would know when I had written all the cat stories I had inside me. That time came with Pinestar’s Choice. I know there are a thousand more tales from the Clans to be told, but other people are doing a great job of that.I had hoped to go out with a triumphant bang rather than a clatter of outrage, but I guess we don’t always get what we wish for.”

Regardless of the quality of this series, nobody can denounce the content of Vicky’s character. I hope all of you make her exit as graceful as she offered it; leave her all the kind comments on Facebook and Twitter that you’ve ever thought and wish her the best on her future writing endeavors. She’s currently working on a new adult book series called Hope Meadows, with the first book Summer at Hope Meadows scheduled for release this June.

Vicky has already received many gracious and grateful comments from fans. Among others, butterflyidentity stated:

“I would like to thank Vicky for her tireless work on the series, running around the world on book tours, signing books with her iconic purple pen, and bringing joy and happiness to the fans.”

Blixemi, my friend and co-founder of Epic Rap Battles of Warriors, said:

“I’m so incredibly appreciative of her time she dedicates to her work and her fans. It is the most surreal experience to have spoken to someone who’s, quite literally, shaped and inspired all that I’m doing today. Her love and passion will be passed down through those she continually inspires.“

Tom, my occasional CatCast co-host and other good friend, added:

“Through the writings of Vicky I was able to establish dear friendships, some of which have lasted well over 10 years. I’m forever indebted to the joy I get from not only her creativity, but the creativity that she has inspired in others.”

Fellow Warrior Cats analyst Tennelle Flowers remarked that:

"I can’t thank Vicky enough for the world she has created and fostered through years of love and hard work. Warriors has shaped who I am as a person, and I would not be the same without her writings. In many ways, Warriors has given me more inspiration than any other form of media, and continues to inspire me to this day as an artist, and I hope Vicky knows that she has raised generations of artists who have found their calling through her books. I wish her the best in life and look forward to seeing where she goes next.”

And finally, fandom animator and comedian Moonkitti said:

“There was a time in my life when all I needed to hear were Midnight’s words of reassurance to three cats who had recently lost their abilities. I want to thank Vicky for not only Dovewing’s Silence, but every warrior cat book she’s worked on, because without them I would be a completely different person. I wish her all the luck in the world as she moves on to "adult books” from one of the most mature and thoughtful children’s series I’ve ever read.“

Personally, I owe Vicky a great deal of gratitude for creating Warriors, a series that got me through some of the loneliest years of my childhood and today has served as the basis for my current YouTube channel and more importantly many wonderful friendships. Going forward, this decision likely won’t have much of an effect on the books themselves, but now is as good of a time as any to reflect on the series and to share your gratitude and prayers with a person who has given us all so much joy.

A Letter to Natsu

Dear Natsu,

It’s been almost three months since you’ve gone missing. Nobody knows where you went. a lot of people think you’ve vanished because Zeref was defeated. I can’t believe your gone nor do I believe it. I remember everything that happened the last time we were together. you dragged me all the way back to the guild. You even grabbed my hand, but when we got to the guild you let my hand go, which shocked me. But I soon realized why, because in the middle of the guild was your brother and Gray. Gray was trying to use ice shell on Zeref, because he wanted to protect everyone, but you stopped him just in time. You were yelling and calling him stupid, I always knew he was your best friend, but when you said it out loud I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. You then told me and Gray to leave, knowing you were the only one would could stop your brother from destroying everything. That was the last time I saw you, heck, maybe the last time anyone saw you.

This world has been so cruel to me. I lose everyone I love or care about, first my mother, then father, Aquarius, master,and finally you. I honestly never got to tell you how I feel. But I’m sure everyone but you knew. And I should’ve said it sooner, but Natsu…I love you.

I don’t know the exact moment I fell in love with you, but I knew this was going to happened. Everyone did, expect you. I mean, you are kinda dense when it comes to a lot of things, and boy, I mean A LOT! Do you remember what Mira told us after she found out about how we met? The only way to break a charm spell is by your soulmate? 

I wish you were still here, there’s so much missing without you. Fairy Tail isn’t home without you. i miss everything about you. That toothy grin you would give me, how you an happy would call me weirdo or fat…How happy wold say “You liiiiikkeeee him”. That stupid cat was right. You sneaking into my bed every night, how you would constantly save me from literally everything. There’s so much I miss about you.

I will always love you Natsu.

[11:03 p.m.] okay, hey… i’m high on ativan so i’m calm now and i wanted to apologize so i hope you get this. it’s going to be long so be prepared.
[11:11 p.m.] you didn’t mean it when you said you were going to block me, right? i mean more to you that that, right? you know i flip out because i care, right?
[11:23 p.m.] i’m getting a fucking therapist like you told me to. i won’t plague you with my problems anymore. we can be cool again, right? it’s only a matter of time until we’re fucking in my backseat and going out to dinner and playing hide and seek under the covers, right?
[11:45 p.m.] guess not.
[11:57 p.m.] i’m sorry. god, i’m so sorry. if i could get rid of my mental illness, i would in a fucking heartbeat. i’m sorry for lashing out. i’m so sorry.
[12:02 a.m.] i’m sorry for the insults earlier too. i was mad because you deleted me off of all social media and i really thought you meant it when you said we could be friends. i really liked you and i know you liked me too until i fucked up and showed you my psychotic side. until i broke down and let my sadness destroy us.
[12:10 a.m.] i’m sorry if you thought i was blaming my mental illness on anything; i shouldn’t have even mentioned that. but you don’t know what it’s like to constantly worry that someone is going to leave to the point where they do. you don’t know what it’s like to run out of class, tears running down your cheekbones, getting your parents to pick you up because they are afraid if you drive yourself, you will drive off a bridge.
[12:11 a.m.] it’s a hard fight. why don’t you fucking get that i’m trying. every day, i wake up. isn’t that accomplishment enough? now you’re going to judge me for how i kill my sadness when i could be killing myself?
[12:20 a.m.] i’m sorry. i don’t want to blame my illness anymore. and i’m not. i’m blaming myself. i’m sitting here thinking about you and wishing this went differently. i’m sitting here wishing we were drinking beer on your balcony and smoking weed in the middle of the street and laughing at the way your cat plops next to me every time he sees me. i wish we could be friends, because until all of this, we got along really well and i really enjoyed your presence in my life.
[12:25 a.m.] i miss you. i’m not afraid to tell you that. the fact that you cut me out without even saying goodbye made me so mad, i couldn’t control myself. cause fuck, i really liked you and i’m sad it’s over and i want you to know that.
[12:40 a.m.] if you ever change your mind about wanting to chill or if you ever need a friend, i’m around. i’m definitely psycho but i do care about you more than most of the other people in your life, guaranteed.
[12:45 a.m.] just… let me know if you got these i guess. i’m going to sleep.
—  [3:03 a.m.] i miss you
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Guess whats? It’s my turn to bees da BIRFDAY BOY! When I closed my eyes and blew out my THREE candles, I wishes as hard as I couldz dat all my bugz and birdie fweindz would come to my pawty! My birfday wishes all came true and Day were all at my window to wish me a happy day–best birfday ever! 🐞🐜🐝🎂🎉

(Mama says I gets cuter every year–stay tuned until the end if you wants to see my snaggletoof trick! 😂). Happy Caturday! Luvs, Tater Tot

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Misconceptions-Chapter 7

And here we are lovelies. The final chapter! 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut sorta. Tiniest amount of fluff, so much swearing.

Song: Avril Lavigne-I wish you were here


I can be tough
I can be strong
But with you, it’s not like that at all

 

4 Months since the incident in Bucky’s bedroom, you’re standing in the day care centre willing yourself to let go of Ari as the teacher approaches you. Bucky is standing next to you, scanning the room for threats. “Everything’s fine James relax” you whisper. His shoulders relax slightly but his eyes keep moving, “I don’ like this kitty, we shoulda hired a nanny” he replies “She needs to socialize with other children James, it’s going to be fine.” You hand over Ari to the teacher stifling a sniffle. “Be a good girl for Mrs. Patterson, Ari, okay?” you add as you place a kiss on her cheek. Mrs. Patterson gives you a sympathetic smile as she turns to leave and you grab Bucky’s hand as you watch her. you don’t notice him smiling down at you.

There’s a girl
That gives a shit
Behind this wall
You’ve just walked through it

 

7 Months since the incident in Bucky’s bedroom and you’re man down with the flu. Bucky’s been taking care of you and Ari without fail, hauling in soup and crackers, taking over midnight feedings and grocery runs, he’s slowly pushing past your defenses, proving himself time and again. You’re starting to trust again, feeling more comfortable around him as each day passes “Ya need anythin darlin?” he asks you. You smile at him “Nah Buck, I’ve got everything I need right here.” The look of pure happiness on his face melts your heart.

I love the way you are
It’s who I am, don’t have to try hard
We always say, say it like it is
And the truth is that I really miss

. 11 Months and you’re starting to crack. It’s getting harder not to be with him, harder to keep holding on to your anger and hurt. He spends most nights in your room now, falling asleep with Ari on his chest, you don’t dare wake him. This,you think, this is what I wanted all along.

Damn, damn, damn
What I’d do to have you
Here, here, here
I wish you were here
Damn, damn, damn
What I’d do to have you
Near, near, near
I wish you were here

 

14 months when Bucky broaches the subject of living together. “I think we needa home ya know? Somewhere that isn’t filled with superhero’s an Ari can try an be normal? With a yard an a swing set?” He hesitates “I founda place just outside the city, it has a big yard an plenty of space for a puppy” he watches you nervously. “Well Buck let’s have a look then” you reply, your heart fit to burst with happiness.

No, I don’t wanna let go
I just wanna let you to know
That I never wanna let go

16 months,you think as Bucky sits you down to “talk”. “Darlin I wanna ask ya somethin, but ya gotta promise  ta listen” he adds. “I pomise James. What’s going on?” you ask, slightly nervous. He’s been distant lately, stand offish, you don’t know what to make of it, it scares you. “I’ve been thinkin bout us a lot recently ya know?” he runs a hand through his hair “And nothins changed for me, I still love ya, maybe more now than I did then. Ya and Ari bring so much happiness inta my life, an I don’t wanna lose either of ya.” He continues shakily “I can’ imagine having this taken’ away from me, I need ya and the baby like I need air, so if ya tell me nothins gonna happen beyond what we have now, I’ll be okay with lovin ya and ya not lovin me” he swallows heavily “What I guess I’m trying to ask ya is will ya give me a chance? Ta try and be what I shoulda been ta ya when this first started? Will ya give me a chance ta make up for my mistakes? Ta love ya like ya deserve?” Chewing on your bottom lip, you think back over the past year. Bucky has been a constant presence, never faltering in his devotion to Ari. Or to you when you think about it. He hasn’t pushed you for anything, he’s supported every decision you made, taken care of you when you couldn’t take care of yourself but…

 Do you still love him?/ You think. Yes

Do you trust him? You question. Yes

 Do you want him? You ask yourself. Fucking yes Taking a deep breath you finally answer him: “Yes Bucky, Lets give us a shot” Smiling you grab his hand and pull him into a hug.

 “I aint never letting you go again Kitty cat” he whispers in your ear.

Damn, damn, damn,
What I’d do to have you
Here, here, here
I wish you were here (i wish you were)
Damn, damn, damn
What I’d do to have you
Near, near, near
I wish you were here

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I ended up doing some striped Nightsaber recolours for fun. Doesn’t make me feel like any less like hunter trash, but I figure in for a penny, in for a pound at this point. Dunno if I’ll do any of the other variations, just as it’ll be a little more work to do spots instead of just recolouring the stripes, but who knows?

If you want to use as a signature or whatever, feel free. Please credit back if you do though.

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Quick edit as some of the images were transparent. Fixed now

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So, I just got back from buying groceries. Taped to the door and sitting at every cash register was a “wish list” for our local animal shelter. 75% of the stuff on the list were things the shelter does not use. I know for a FACT because I am a volunteer there and go multiple times a week. So, I’m a little confused where these lists came from. Who left them there…

Things the list included..

Dog/Cat Food - the shelter receives donated food and then gripes about how switching foods constantly makes the animals sick. I understand this. They typically stick to one brand.. so not sure why someone is asking for food donations.

Dog/Cat Treats - they don’t give the animals treats. There are storage shelves FULL of donated treats that have been sitting there for months.

Dog/Cat Toys - the animals don’t get toys. Any donated toys also get shoved into a nook or cranny and left to gather dust.

Bowls - they ALREADY HAVE A TON OF STAINLESS STEEL BOWLS. A friend of mine donated a butt load of bowls to the shelter. Soo…?

Leashes - Well, they don’t walk the dogs.. they typically use those slip leads at the shelter.. which aren’t the type you buy at a grocery store.

Papertowels/Bleach/Dish Soap/Cat Litter - the only things on the list they will probably use.

Anyway… the cashier mayyyyy think I’m a coldhearted jerk, because I declined donating an item to the shelter. I’m not really keen on spending money on a toy that I will see sitting on a shelf every day I go to draw up vaccines for the shelter animals. And also, I donate my gas money and time every day. :P

Axis and Allied react to waking up and seeing dogs. Everywhere.

America: screams like a kid on Christmas and cuddles all of them

England: WHAT THE HELL *falls of bed*

France: screams like a girl and also falls off bed

Russia: what the…YAY NEW FRIENDS!

China: I SWEAR TO YOU KOREA IF THIS WAS YOU-

Canada: …. *this happens more but with other animals*

Germany: did i die and go to heaven

Italy:…”this is nice but i wish that were cats :3

Japan: SCREAMS JUST SCREAMS

Romano: “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP..OK fine i will cuddle one”

Prussia: OH MY GAWD PUPPIES “cuddles every one”

stellaris

pairing: nalu || magic freckles AU (?? yeah i don’t know either)
rated: T
words: 5835

Okay so the idea for this one was initially sparked by @wordsofawitheringwriter‘s idea which you can find here along with my ramblings. To give you a quick pre-information-dump-summary:

Natsu Dragneel wakes up to find that the freckles that covered his nose and cheeks since the beginning of time have mysteriously disappeared. As compensation for the theft, he very soon realizes, he finds himself in the company of an odd blonde girl… with his freckles on her cheeks! She tells him she came from the stars – and that his freckles grant wishes.

This is such a ridiculous and odd little story, I have no idea what it even is, really. I just had to write this to get it out of my system!! *strangled sounds* I have no restraint, I swear. I hope you don’t either when it comes to reading and leaving feedback! >B) Hope you like!!

You can also find this in 12 parts on FF.net, starting with Chapter 1 here!!

;stēllāris m, f – of or pertaining to a star; stellar, starry.


aquarius

Some said freckles brought good luck. Some said they were the marks of the devil.

Whether either or none of those were correct, Natsu had never known.

He only knew he had been granted a whole damn lot of them.

His father had called them fire sprinkles, and he’d always loved them for this very reason and more. They were dotted all over his cheeks and nose, as if someone had taken a brush of light red paint and shaken it out in front of him. They were in other parts too, like his shoulders and some stray ones in various other places, but it had always been his face that had attracted most attention.

Natsu liked to think it was not only because of the freckles. Not like he cared too much.

He ruffled a damp towel through his equally damp hair before carelessly flinging it to the side. With a content yawn and extensive stretch, he let himself drop onto his bed. The old thing squeaked terribly, and for a second he thought it might finally break.

“Sure wish this stupid thing could make up its mind,” he grunted as he wobbled along with the frame that stood on shaky wooden legs.

But it stilled, and so Natsu messily wrapped the sheets around his (naked, because there wasn’t really any other way to sleep if you valued your comfort) body. It took only a few seconds before he fell into a sound, snore-induced sleep.

He awoke because something was tickling his nose.

Blinking against the invading, bright light of day, he groggily lifted a hand to brush away what he assumed to be Happy’s tail. His rude cat had always loved to tease him.

“Ouch!” a feminine voice called, and Natsu’s eyes shot open. His hand had collided with skin, presumably a cheek or nose, or both, and even in his half-asleep state he realized this was not supposed to happen.

“Is this really how you greet your heaven-sent, wish-granting new roommate?” the voice chided again. Natsu, starting to get irritated with this unusual wake-up call, shot upright in his bed. He came face to face with a girl.

“What,” he retorted cleverly.

Strands of his rosy hair fell onto his forehead, and he pushed them back angrily, blinking to moisten his dry eyes. Contrary to his hopes, the girl did not disappear like fog in a misty forest as all sleepiness left him. She remained solid and very real. Natsu pinched himself, and she giggled.

“Don’t worry, I’m real,” she said with a bright smile.

Natsu had been about to inform her that this was exactly what he was worried about, but somehow the words became stuck in his throat. Instead, he simply stared at her, entirely flabbergasted.

His mind came up with absolutely no explanation for what was happening.

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Tiny Surprise

I’ve named this series of side stories, “Goddamn, I fucking love that girl.”

Another little Negan x Number 6 fic

Negan x Number 6 (reader)

Negan’s language is the only warning

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(the bottom middle pic is my corgi, Loki, when he was a pup!)

  I couldn’t believe it, a dog. More specifically, a fucking puppy. Simon thinks we should bring it with us. Ugh, FUCK! Jesus Christ, I know he’s right.    

  I didn’t have any pets before. Lucille tried to convince me, but I just told her we didn’t have the fucking time to take care of them. They were messy, I didn’t want to clean up shit, or Jesus Christ, step in it. Maybe a pet would have helped her in the end. Maybe I was a jackass. I’m sorry, once again, Lucille. I wish I could make it up to you.

  One things for sure, I know Y/N will be so fucking surprised. She told me that before the apocalypse, she had dogs, cats, a whole fucking zoo. Said she loved animals more than most humans. I get that. Humans are fuck ups, like me. I know how shitty doll’s life was, I’m sure her animals were lifelines for her.

 I entered my bedroom to see her sitting by the window, just her silhouette. It takes my fucking breath away. Every time.

 “Sweetheart, I got you something.” I quietly say, not really wanting to disturb her.

 She came over to me, that big beautiful smile of hers, lighting up her whole face.

  I opened my jacket, pulling out the little fucker.

 Her eyes grew big, her mouth dropping open. Her hands flew up, covering the lower part of her face.

  “Doll?”

 Suddenly, she softly reached out, taking the little furball out of my hands. She began talking to it as if she was talking to an infant. She looked up at me, rambling off a list of items he would need.

  “Sure doll, I’ll get D right on it.”

 She put the now sleeping pup down on the bed. I’ll need to tell her that is not going to be a fucking regular occurrence. She then strode over to me, slowly putting her arms around my neck, pulling my head down towards her own. She brought her lips to mine, whispering how much she loves me. “You are a wonderful man, Negan. Never forget that.”  

  Not sure I agree with her. But maybe. She is helping me to be a good, better man than before. If anyone could do that, it’s her. My sweet baby girl.

 Goddamn, I fucking love that girl.

Sometime ago, I was asking people about what Mysme fanfiction should I write and one of them jokingly said ‘Jumin X Elizabeth’ and I thought it was really creative. So I did exactly that. Just wanted to share this quick one-shot of them. Hahahaha. Enjoy~

Every time she passes by, I can’t help but feel as though I want to own all of her. It is quite ironic as I already do own her.

Her pure white hair, not one strand of stain nor gray, swishing back and forth as she walks elegantly across the room. Those deep blue orbs that seem as if they can see right through your soul.

An elegant and petite figure such as hers would never compare to anyone else. My one and only special cat, Elizabeth 3rd. 🐱

I feel like I’m missing something… But I don’t know what it is.

“It’s quite a tedious task to choose a different tie to wear everyday…” I ponder to myself while I scan through the line of ties placed neatly on my table.

Suddenly, I felt something soft go through my leg.

“Meoooow!” it was Elizabeth who was rubbing her body against me.

I pet her head lovingly. “I see that you’ve finished your breakfast. I hope you enjoyed the meal Heston Blumenthal (He’s my idooool) has especially prepared for you.

As I was busy admiring Elizabeth, I noticed my phone vibrating.

I would like to hope that it wouldn’t be assistant Kang but of course, that would be most likely. After all, no one but her calls me at this time.

"Mr. Han.” a womanly voice could be heard from the other line when I picked up.

“Yes, assistant Kang.” I answer indifferently, still preoccupied with Elizabeth and my choice of tie for the day.

“Please come to the office as soon as you can. The Oil Prince has come on short notice in order to present something to you.”

The Oil Prince… I don’t particularly care what he has to hand over but he’s a valuable asset to our company so I have no other choice.

“I’ll be right there.” Immediately hanging up, I grab a simple gray and black checkered tie and head to the door.

I look behind me and bend down to see the cat that’s been following me as I was walking.

I sigh a heavy one just like how I always do when I have to leave for work. “It hurts my heart to have to leave you everyday like this, Elizabeth 3rd. If I could, I would give anything to be able to have you by my side everyday. Taking you to the outside is far too much. You’ll get tainted so forgive me. Know that you mean the whole world to me.” I turn back and head out the door.

“Driver Kim, please head to the office.” I sat down and opened the RFA messenger to see what has happened while I was gone.

It’s full of Zen’s narcissism yet again. I swear… If he has to show extreme love for something, it should be for Elizabeth The 3rd.

707 won’t stop talking about how much he wants to hold ‘Elly’ in his arms. I’ve told him never to call her Elly but he just doesn’t listen.

“We’ve arrived, Mr. Han.” I get off the car and head inside the 50 storey building.

“Good morning, Mr. Han.” Numerous employees line up in front of me, but not blocking my way.

I see assistant Kang not too far, trying to catch up to me. “Mr. Han, the Oil Prince is right outside the office waiting.”

“All right.” I gave a firm response and Assistant Kang and I walk straight to my office.

As the elevator opens, I notice a white turban although not as white as Elizabeth’s. The Oil Prince’s foreign face turned around with a big smile. “Mr. Han! See you… well, yes?!”

“Yes, I see that you’re well as well. Good morning. Please, step into my office.” at my gesture, one of the guards opens the door for us but the Oil Prince declined saying: “No, no! I come here…for you, special gift! Need to go… Asap!”

Gently, I turn him down. “I have no reason to accept a gift from one such as you so I must decline. I do appreciate the thought.”

“No, no!” He grins widely and brings out a little rusty copper pot with a long spout than usual that seems as though it’s from the Arabian or Egyptian period. Kind of stereotypical of him to give, actually.

“This is…” I ponder. I don’t think I’ve seen something like this before.

I glance at assistant Kang and as though she read my mind, she answered: “It’s a lamp, sir.”

A lamp…

Ah, that 'magical item that grants wishes’ or so I’ve heard.

The Oil Prince shoves the lamp to me without any hint of retreating. “Take it, take it! Gift from me to you!”

Well… If he insists that much… I don’t suppose I have any reason to refuse…

I cautiously take the lamp and thank him. He grinned widely and immediately left, excusing himself most politely.

I head into my office holding the lamp to place on the edge of my desk and sit down to take a gander at the new mountain of work papers that need to be signed and revised.

“Assistant Kang,” I call her while looking at one of the papers about protecting wild life.

“Yes, Mr. Han?”

“What are your thoughts on engineering new food for all cats to enjoy?” Suddenly, everything turned silent but was later disrupted by her phone call.

“Oh, excuse me, Mr. Han, I have an important business call with one of our main sponsors.” she excuses herself and leaves. I suppose she avoided the topic on purpose or it may have been just me.

I decided to leave it be and return to my mountain of endless work.

It’s boring. Everyday is always like this. It’s a routine, I suppose…. Has it always been like this?

Hours pass and I start missing Elizabeth 3rd.

On instinct, I turn on my phone and stare lovingly at my wallpaper of my precious Elizabeth.

If Elizabeth were a human, I wonder if I would love her as much as she is now…

“Meow!” my messenger app’s sudden notification shocked me a little wherein I jerked the table a little and caused the gift-given lamp to fall down.

“Oh.” as opposed to what I am supposed to feel, I let out a slightly less panicked expression.

I stand up and notice a puddle forming on my imported cashmere carpet.

“What on earth… ” I stare gallanty at the puddle forming bigger and deeper than it should be.

A few seconds later, something red was slowly emerging from it and it was… “Yo, Mr. Trust Fundkid! ฅ(๑*▽*๑)ฅ!!”

“This is a dream.” I sit back down on my chair thinking from where the dream started.

Nothing weird has happened so far so I can’t tell when and where I had fallen asleep.

This is quite a dilemma… I still have a lot of work to do…

“Hey, hey! Are you ignoring me now?! I’ve come here especially for you, secret agent 707! Ta-dah! Mwah! (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥ I’ve hacked into your dream! I was aiming for your heart but this will do.” Seven’s quirky personality is as irritating as in real life.

Why does he even have an emoji in person. I suppose since this is a dream, all realism and laws of science and common sense have been stripped away.

“If you’re here to annoy me then you’ve done perfectly well.”

“Σ(⊙▽⊙”) But I haven’t done anything yet?“

"Exactly.” I cross my arms together. I don’t seem to be waking up so I might as well comply with this shenanigan. “Well, what are you here for?”

“Hehe! (* ̄︶ ̄*)” He grinned widely and did a Sailor Moon pose… Whatever that is. The author is writing things I don’t even have knowledge about.

“Duuuude! You don’t know who Sailor Moon is?! °Д°” Seven starts butting in.

“I’m not butting in! (。ŏ_ŏ)(。ŏ_ŏ)(。ŏ_ŏ)”

Now he’s reading my mind. This is getting out of hand…

“Ai to segi no, sailor fuku bishoujo senshi Saaaaaailor Mooon! Tsuki ni kowatte, oshiokiyo! (*´∇`*)” he’s starting to do some weird poses again and speaking in Japanese.

“This is my and Elizabeth 3rd’s story so stop it.”

“(。•́︿•̀。)(。•́︿•̀。)(。•́︿•̀。)(。•́︿•̀。)”

(Me: (。•́︿•̀。)(。•́︿•̀。)(。•́︿•̀。)(。•́︿•̀。))

“STOP IT.”

(Me: Yessiiiir ︶︿︶)

“Yesssiiiiir.  ̄へ ̄” Seven straightens himself up and raises both of his arms. “Anyway, I’m here right now becauseeee….drum roll please!” and he takes out two lamps from his jacket’s pockets. “Did you lose the gold lamp or the silver lamp? (๑•̀ω•́)”

“Neither.” I answer bluntly.

“Tandadadaaaah!!! (σ≧▽≦)σ We have a winneeer!!” and so, the two lamps disappear and gets replaced with confetti cups which he popped right in front of my face.

With an unamused look, I sweep off the confetti that fell on me.

“Because of your honesty, I will grant you one wish! ≧∇≦ So what is it?”

“If I wake up, I can actually buy anything I want with my money so I suppose I should wish for something impossible… Though I don’t support the fact that finding comfort and drowning in my dreams would do me any good.” considering this rare chance, I should choose wisely even if it is just a dream.

“How about something for Elly, yeah? (○゚ε゚○)”

He’s right.

“Course I’m right, bruh! I’m special agent, 707, meow! Hehe! (⌒o⌒)”

All right, ignoring Seven for now…

“Ouch, man. ٩(●˙—˙●)۶”

What should I wish for Elizabeth… A mansion… A penthouse… No, I could buy all of those with just a snap of my fingers.

“'If Elizabeth were a human, I wonder if I would love her as much as she is now…’ ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ” Seven whispers in my ear my earlier thoughts.

“That’s actually not such a bad idea… Well, possibly.”

“Right? You can have your very own cat girl! But no r18 stuff, okay? That’s a no-no! (。ì _ í。)” I get karate chopped on the head lightly.

“Then I want Elizabeth to turn into a human.”

“All right. I will grant your wish!! Abraaaaaaa cadabra! Alazakam shazam!!! ♪☆\(^0^\) ♪(/^-^)/☆”

He has an emoji for every single dialogue, that’s too much.

“All rigggght, I’ve done my magic! (ノ•^•)ノ♡ Elly has been turned into a full fledged human. But…” he looks down and his expression shifts from a happy one to a sad one. “Don’t sleep for too long, okay? You’re forgetting the most important someone to you…”

“The most important…?” Who am I forgetting…

“Yeah, the looooong cat!” he pulls out a cat with a very long body from the puddle and he laughs wholeheartedly. “Isn’t she cute? Hahaha! But don’t worry, Elly is still number 1 in my heart. ≥﹏≤”

I walk over to where Seven is and push his head down, hoping that he would disappear into the puddle which, surprisingly, worked.

Still… My beloved cat turning into a human… Without noticing, I was smiling like an idiot and was already out the door. “Assistant Kang, I’m taking an early leave.”

“Wait, Mr. Han…?!” stopping for nothing, I took a car and drove back home.

When I arrived at my door, my heart started beating just a little faster… I have never been this excited except whenever I see Elizabeth…

Increasing the suspense, I slowly but surely open the door and lo and behold… There was a girl standing, her face and body turned against me.

I go over to her side and notice the simple sleeveless white dress she was wearing. Her snow colored hair that fell all the way to her hips and her pale white skin as though they’ve been bathed under milk for quite some time.

“Elizabeth…” I murmur without thinking and the unfamiliar girl turned around and looked at me with wide eyes.

A thin and pretty face she has. Her eyes are still as round and beautiful as when she was a cat. Her lips are pink and plump just like her cheeks. She’s flawless. Just how I am imagining her to be…

Hmm?

Somehow… I don’t feel very attracted…

Well, of course, she IS a cat and she is just a figment of my imagination… But somehow, this is very different from what I am supposed to feel.

'Jumin…’ I hear a familiar voice and I turned around but… No one was there.

Strange…

Anyway, disregarding the strange voice, Elizabeth 3rd is right in front of me, as a human. She looks so much like a frail porcelain doll that if I so much as touch her, I feel that she’d shatter into a million pieces.

“Ju… min.” was the first word she uttered. Her voice was small and girly, just like how I intended it to be.

“I am a human meow!” her voice was getting louder and higher the more she spoke. “Yay, meow! Meow that I’m human, I can be with Jumin everyday meow!”

She still has some feline mannerisms, I see.

Wanting to be with me everyday, is this really what she’s thinking or could it just be how I want her to think…

This is one of the reasons why I despise dreams. It’s nothing more than mere fantasies and when I wake up, it’ll leave one with emptiness and a craving for the sweetness of the dreams to return.

“You’re as beautiful as I thought you would be, Elizabeth. It would be nice to have you by my side everyday so to not leave you here feeling lonely everyday.”

“Okay meow!”

And so, everyday, I would bring Elizabeth to work. I felt fine since it was a dream. No one would stare, touch nor hurt her. She’s mine and mine alone.

'Jumin… What do you want for breakfast?’ I instinctively turn around but no one was there.

I constantly hear someone calling me for the past few days but when I search for the voice, there was no one to be found.

Is someone trying to wake me up…?

Strange as I live alone with Elizabeth.

It’s been days here in the dream world but it could have only been minutes in the real one.

I would never want to leave here…. Is what the me who’s been hypnotized would say but obviously, that’s unlikely as long as I still have my sanity.

“Meooow…! Jumin’s lap is so comfy meow! I love Jumin meow!”

“Elizabeth, as much I would like to have you by my side everyday, please don’t lay on my thighs as I am working.” I am unable to do my work efficiently if she continues to lay on me.

“But, Jumin meow! Spoil me meow, spoil me meow!!” her voice gets louder.

“Yes, of course.” I pet her constantly and she seems satisfied.

“Mmm… Comfy meow! Then next, I want new clothes and accessories and make up! The expensive ones, okay?” she purrs and I nod. “Of course, anything for you, Elizabeth.”

There was a knock on the door. “Mr. Han, may I come in?” it was assistant Kang.

“You may enter.” At my call, assistant Kang went in with a disappointed look. “Mr. Han, you haven’t done proper work for the past few days.”

I won’t deny that. I’m too distracted in caring to Elizabeth’s every need.

“It just seems as though you’re being led on by her now that she’s a human. Agreeing to pamper her, give her everything she wants, Mr. Han, you’re spoiling her. She’s already gotten so used to it that she demands even more.”

“That is…”

'I love you, Jumin.’

I turned around again and it was the same womanly voice and yet there was no figure to be seen.

“Mr. Han, please realize it as soon as you can. What you’re missing. You won’t wake up from this dream if you keep it up.” Assistant Kang shows me a sad look in her eyes and I remained clueless.

“Yes, I know. Now, I’d like to advertise a commercials featuring Elizabeth.”

“Yay meow!! Thank you, Jumin meow! I love you, meow!” Elizabeth hugs me tightly.

“Of course, I love you too, Elizabeth. I’ll give you anything you want.”

A few more days pass and Elizabeth’s demands keep getting bigger but I still continue to give and give.

Somehow… I’m getting fed up.

No matter how much I give, she continues to say that she wants more, more, and more. It’s restricting and tiring. She doesn’t do anything and just sticks close to me everyday. She wasn’t this high maintenance when she was a cat.

She was quiet and elegant and didn’t ask for anything and always received what was given to her.

“Nee, Juuuumin meow! I want another set of clothes meow!” she smiles but it doesn’t affect me.

“No.” I answer firmly and she seemed a little put off. “W-what….meow? C-c'mon, Jumin, meow! I’m your darling Elizabeth, meow? You won’t say no to me-ow?”

“I admit, I thought I would love you even when you turned into a human but you are different from my Elizabeth 3rd. You ask for new things everyday and never get satisfied and try to get my attention with love. You’re no different from my father’s girlfriends. I will not follow in my father’s footsteps.” I continue, not hesitating to hurt her feelings.

Pursing her lips, she answers. “B-but Jumin, don’t you love me so much to the point that you’d spoil me?”

“I was wrong. I loved you as a cat and not as a human… The person who I fell in love with…” the person I love. If I remember, she was…

“She would always listen to me and give me an honest answer. She always tries to understand me and loves me regardless of my family or wealth. No one can replace her. Voicing out her thoughts, a selfless person… That was the kind of woman I fell in love with and the only woman I would ever spoil to this extent even in real life. She’s the woman I married and loved and met in a messenger app…” my heart was being filled with a warm light, slowly, I start recollecting my memories of her and then…

'Jumin…?’

“Jumin…?” I opened my eyes to see a woman with long brown hair looking at me from above.

My thoughts become clearer and I notice that she is my wife.

“Good morning, Jumin. You’ve slept a lot today. Did you have a good dream?” she smiled like angel. She’s as beautiful as always.

I reach in to kiss her but I halt. She noticed and questioned me. “What’s wrong? Oh… Is it because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet? I’m sorry! I’ll go brush now!” she fumbled around and I stopped her.

She’s so cute. I would never not kiss her for such a reason. “I’m repenting… ” I murmur but it was loud enough for her to hear.

“Repenting…? Why?” she tilts her head adorably and I want to kiss her even more.

“Because I didn’t dream of you today. I even forgot you. The only person in my dream was a human Elizabeth that was far too annoying for her and my own good so I’m going to punish myself for not dreaming of you.” I hang my head a little low and she goes closer and kisses me lightly on the lips and giggles.

“Oh, Jumin… You shouldn’t go that far. I love you so much that I wouldn’t be sad nor angry about that and I know how much you love me so your love is all I need…” she says with brimming confidence. “Oh, speaking of Elizabeth, I haven’t fed her yet, excuse me-!” I pull her close and kiss her deeply.

Her cheeks turned beet red. “Wh-wha-whaaa… J-Jumin… What about Elizabeth?”

“She can wait.” and I spent another passionate morning with my beloved wife.

I still love my cat though. I hope she stays just the way as she is. Elizabeth 3rd.

~The End~

more people need to start talking about bamf!magnus. From the NYCC panel and interviews and the trailer we know that Magnus may be losing control with his magic, but not just losing control but maybe using that same magic that he used in season 1 for something not so good. And I think that is phenomenal. Because a lot of the times people forget who Magnus Bane is, yes is loving and snarky and sassy and a love “interest” to Alec. But he is not that simple, Magnus Bane is complex, he has baggage that he carries, past hurts and happiness, and above all Magnus Bane is a force to be reckoned with. He is the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane has so much power that all we’ve witnessed him do is use it for good and help people. But Magnus Bane is more than that, he can also tear a person apart, he can rue their day, and that is what I’m dying to see. I’m dying to see the Magnus that unleashes his magic, and at the same time unleashes his glamours, he shows people who he actually is, with his beautiful cat eyes and his powerful magic. And I want every single person around Magnus to acknowledge how incredible he is, and be thankful that Magnus Bane is a kind and compassionate person, because if you get on his bad side he’ll also make you wish you were never born.

I live for bamf!magnus, and I am ecstatic that they are able to explore this side of Magnus, the Magnus that makes people fear him a little, but not fear from being scared but fear due to respect.  

Little? – Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: suggested smut (drabble)

Word Count: 217 words

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“Eyes up here pretty boy” and “Say that again you little shit”

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Yoongi tossed his bag down on the couch and slipped off his shoes as he ruffled his hair, tired from the schedules he had for the day. “Y/N?” he called out.

“In the kitchen babe!” Yoongi practically dragged his feet to the kitchen, he just wanted to eat then sleep with you in his arms, heck he could barely keep his eyes open. As he walked into the kitchen he saw you swaying your hips as you hummed to the music playing from your phone, not being able to stare away from your hips and your butt that disappeared underneath the sweater you were wearing.

“Eyes up here pretty boy.” Yoongi chuckled before wrapping his arms around you, your neck resting against his chest. “Yes of course miss I’m uptight and I won’t let a grown man do as he wishes”, Yoongi smirked down at you.

“Say that again you little shit.”

“Little? You’re smaller than me princess.”

“I was talking about your dick.”

“If my dick’s so small, then why do you still scream my name out practically every night while I pound into you sweetheart?”

You remained silent. “What’s up baby? Cat got your tongue? It’s okay, I can loosen your mouth for you.” Yoongi grinned down at you as his hand pushed your hips against his.

Originally posted by sugagifs

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ABCs of me

I was tagged by the amazing @pudentilla! Thank you!

I can’t come up with whom to tag right now, so if you’re reading this and interested, bam! You’re tagged! Congrats.

  • A - age: middle-of-the-pack Millennial
  • B - biggest fear: my mother dying
  • C - current time: too damn early for a weekend
  • D - drink you last had: masala chai
  • E - every day starts with: my cat jumping up beside my pillow and screaming at me
  • F - favourite song: yeesh, that’s a hard one. maybe “You Are the Apple” by Lady Lamb?
  • G - ghosts, are they real?: I doubt they are but sincerely wish they were
  • H - home town: somewhere in the scorching hellscape of Texas
  • I - in love with: fictional nerds, mostly
  • J - jealous of: people who write and/or draw really well really fast
  • K - killed someone: you think that, of all places, I would confess to murder on tumblr dot com if I had?
  • L - last time you cried: probably back in January
  • M - middle name: louisa
  • N - number of siblings: one
  • O - one wish: to have enough time off to actually, like, travel
  • P - person you last called/texted: my mum
  • Q - question you’re always asked: “how does your hair get so long?”
  • R - reason to smile: my kitty cat!
  • S - song last sang: “Father Neptune” by Connie Converse
  • T - time you woke up: WAY too damn early for a weekend
  • U - underwear colour: hot pink
  • V - vacation destination: I would really really love to go to Iceland
  • W - worst habit: PROCRASTINATING
  • X - x rays you’ve had: I don’t think I’ve ever had an X-ray, actually
  • Y - your favourite foods: ice cream, steak, potatoes, pecan pie, lamb with rosemary and mint sauce, grits, pad thai, green apples, anything lemon flavored, anything gingery
  • Z - zodiac sign: leo

i’m going to address this because i’m actually more than a little angry

american mcgee has not been responding very well to fans telling him they are disappointed about the otherlands shorts. i personally was slightly disappointed as well but that’s besides the point. every time someone comments their disapproval about the project, about how they feel their backing money was misused or gone in a direction they didn’t realize it was going, mr mcgee has popped up with an answer that is a variation of “don’t like it? don’t watch” which strikes me as being rather irresponsible for the creator of a dearly beloved video game franchise. 

when people approached him early last year with a petition to revamp the content of otherlands, i remember he had a very angry response to it which i think has since been deleted from facebook. at the time, otherlands had still been in production and i didn’t think much of it, since i thought the petition was unfair and the writers of it weren’t giving otherlands a fair chance since it hadn’t even been released yet. but even now, after the shorts have come online, there are still backers who are angry and feel like they haven’t got what they paid for. mr mcgee’s answer, however, hasn’t changed, no matter how politely the fans word their opinions. “you’re being rude, and the shorts weren’t the highlight of the KS, so stop whining.”

the KS did say that it was mainly for the acquisition of film rights for a feature-length film, and that otherlands was an incentive for fans to get the project rolling. still, it doesn’t change the fact that otherlands was hugely hyped up on the KS page, with a huge list of prospective “worlds” that alice could travel to, and clearly called it the “third installment of the story”. it’s not surprising, therefore, that fans expected something a little less underwhelming than two short films less than 15 minutes long and done in an art style that one would not typically associate with the alice franchise (none of the concept art on the KS page, for example, was done in the anime style that we see in leviathan). 

i’m not saying these short films have no merit–i’m sure the animators and artists worked very hard on them, and poured lots of thought into them, as is clearly evidenced in the art book that came with the films. what i’m trying to say is, i can’t blame some fans for feeling like they’ve been mislead. we were shown all these amazing concept art with various different minds to explore, and we only received two. we were never informed of what style these shorts were going to be in, much less one that could be rather polarizing in the community. we were told cheshire cat would be in the films–the KS page advertised vocal talent from roger jackson–but he never appeared. 

what i want to say is this: i do wish mr mcgee wouldn’t receive every disgruntled comment as a personal attack. whenever fans voice their disappointment we aren’t trying to attack him, or the artists that worked on the shorts, or even the art style or anything else they used; we’re just trying to convey that maybe what we got wasn’t what we quite expected. and if it comes from people who loved the franchise enough to pledge money to the campaign, because they wanted to see alice’s adventures continue in a series of wonderful short movies, then i don’t think dismissing them is in any way a responsible or polite way of responding to them. 

i do hope he doesn’t fail to deliver on the promise of a feature film. i realize that doesn’t depend entirely on him–acquisition of film rights is a tricky field–but if that’s what the KS was really for, then backers will be waiting with baited breath.

Creepypasta #897: Faceless

Length: Medium

I’ve been living with my cousin Isaac for about 8 months without a hitch. Isaac was allergic to most types of animal dander so we both made it clear that no pets were allowed. It was the only rule we made. Nothing else bothered him. Conflict wasn’t his thing.

Well, last month Isaac started getting all sickly. He said it was weird because he hadn’t seen a stray in weeks. We tried to pinpoint it but nothing came up. So he stocked up on Benadryl and carried on.

Last week he lost it. Isaac bought a radio for his room, but only turned it on at night. I asked him why and he said he didn’t like hearing me “sleep-talk”. I told him I don’t talk in my sleep, but he kept the radio on anyways. The next day he came at me screaming about his “one rule” and how I went behind his back. I asked him what he meant and he replied, “I saw that cat you brought in!”

Don’t get me wrong, I love animals but I wouldn’t break an easy promise. I tried to tell him I had no idea what he meant. By Saturday he was gone. Isaac couldn’t stand it anymore, and he had already planned a little family visit around this time of year. He said he felt relieved that he wouldn’t have to see that cat anymore. I felt pretty relieved to be alone. He was going nuts.

A few nights ago I went downstairs to take pee. As I’m finishing up, I noticed something lurk outside the door. It moved like a cat, but is was slightly bigger than one. Its legs were very long and thin. I could hear nails scratch with every step. Of course I jumped a bit. How did this thing get in? And how did I not see it before?

I got a better look the following night. God, I wish I hadn’t. It was sitting at the base of the steps this time, waiting for me to come down. The animal sat like it was some sort of cat. Its entire body was hairless and pale, even down to the ratty tail. But its “head” was smooth.

It had no face.

There was nothing there and yet I could tell it was staring right at me. I wish I had died of fear right then.

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t leave my room. But I could hear it on the other side of the door. It was speaking to me, calling my name. I might have cried, I don’t remember, but once the sun came up the talking stopped and I passed out.

I’m awake now… It’s night time, and I’ve got Isaac’s radio on in my room. I can’t hear it speaking, but I can hear it scratching on my door. This blanket isn’t thick enough to drown out the noise. What’s worse: The scratching sounds like it’s coming from the inside.

Credits to: BringMeNightmares