the cat who walks by himself

Writers with your Venus Sign.

• Aries Venus: “There is no greater glory than to die for love.” - Gabriel García Márquez , Love in the Time of Cholera.

• Taurus Venus: “To be together again, after so long, who love the sunny wind, the windy sun, in the sun, in the wind, that is perhaps something, perhaps something.”- Samuel Beckett, Watt.

• Gemini Venus: “In black ink my love may still shine bright.”- William Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s Sonnets.

• Cancer Venus: “The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”- Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women.

• Leo Venus: “Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly.”- Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace.

• Virgo Venus: “My heart is wax molded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.”- Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, La Gitanilla El Amante Liberal (Novelas Ejemplares, Obra Completa 6).

• Libra Venus: “The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”- Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays.

• Scorpio Venus: “The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!”- Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility.

• Sagittarius Venus: “I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.”- Rudyard Kipling, The Cat That Walked by Himself: And Other Stories.

• Capricorn Venus: “What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov.

• Aquarius Venus: “To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.”- Anthony Burgess, Homage To Qwert Yuiop: Essays.

• Pisces Venus: “Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.”-Edgar Allan Poe, The Complete Stories and Poems.

Nico is a snake person

Not very original, but I have to start some where

  • He’s very shy around animals in fear he’ll scare them off
  • Tamed hellhounds, like Mrs. Oleary and Cerberus have no trouble being around him, it also doesn’t hurt that they’re two big softies
  • Any other animal will either growl or run away from him
  • He tries to not get hurt over it, but it really stings when even the most friendliest of cats hiss at him
  • Not even offering a treat helps the situation
  • Eventually he talks to Will about it, who is over joyed to help
  • Will suggests going to a pet shop and seeing what animal reacts the best to him
  • Nico thinks that it’s a terrible idea, but he goes along with it, telling himself not to get his hopes up
  • It’s very clear the moment they walk in that cats and dogs are out of the question. 
  • Will suggests birds and they head towards that section
  • Nico thinks they squawk too much and it gives him a head ache
  • Off to the rodents, and it isn’t much better. The mice and rats are too small to play with, though Will informs him that you can teach a rat to jump through a hoop. Nico isn’t impressed.
  • The ferrets have an unpleasant odor, rabbits have a lot of dietary rules, and one of the guinea pigs bit his fingers
  • One of the store clerks sees him struggling and suggests a python: they don’t need constant attention, only needs to be fed once a week, and are very docile
  • All of this sounds great to Nico, but it all depends on if the snake takes a liking to him. The clerk takes one of the young ball pythons out of its enclosure and gently puts the ball in Nico’s hands.There’s no hissing or biting. It just calmly flicks its tongue at him and blinks.
  • Nico falls in love immediately
  • After seeing how starry eyed his boyfriend was, Will agrees to buy the snake and all the requirements for its care
  • They find a perfect place in the living room of their apartment and fill the terrarium full of hollow rocks (and a plastic skull) to hide in
  • Will insists on naming it “Noodle” Nico thinks it’s cute
  • Once Noodles is fully grown they find out it’s a she since she’s a foot longer than what a male is suppose to be
  • During one Christmas she escaped from her enclosure and they had to spend the entire morning looking for her, only to find that she somehow made it on top of the fridge. Will was the one who found her and it startled him half to death
  • To this day he reenacts the event every Christmas, dramatically telling everyone how he went to the fridge to get a glass of water for Nico, who was very distressed, and the sneaky snake lowered herself to eye level with him, flicking her tongue over his nose
  • Will teases Nico for thinking that someone robbed them in the night, but only took the snake. He’ll deny it every time, but he makes sure all the doors and windows are locked before he goes to bed
  • Every now and then when Will and Nico are cuddling on the couch, they let Noodle join them
  • She likes to curl up in a ball on Will’s neck, sapping his body heat, Will says that Nico and Noodle has that in common
  • I could go in to more detail, but this is already a lot
  • just,,, nico with a snake ya’ll
  • it’s so cute

Pairing: Kang Daniel/reader (third person)

Word count: 3,775

Rating: 18+ for language, vanilla sexual content, cat facts and shitty jokes/outdated memes

Summary: It’s the hottest day of the year but that’s not to say that things can’t get hotter

A/N: This is just self-indulgent, unedited porn because the thirst is too fucking real my dudes

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anonymous asked:

Can I get romantic Highschool headcannons for Richie, Stan, and Bill?

Richie answered


  • he carries all of your books until you reach class
  • opens the door for you
  • you joined the photography club and Stan likes seeing your work
  • he always tries to keep your school work organized
  • one time you accidentally grabbed each other’s note book, he got to see all the cute notes you make about him
  • “you think my smile is handsome y/n?” “OMG HUSH”
  • he asks you homecoming if you say yes he will be a nervous mess when you appear with your dress as he takes your hand
  • his parents are really cool with the idea of you being understanding of Stan
  • he likes helping you find things to photograph, its like mini dates
  • you and the losers hang out after school and tease you guys when you kiss each other
  • often helping him with English homework when he gets stuck
  • in exchange he helps you in math since it’s not your strong suit
  • if you have the same class, he looks out for you if you fall asleep, he also split the homework with you, you do one half and he does the other and copy of each other
  • movie dates, he asks his parents for the car so you guys and see the film in the drive-in
  • he’s still like comics so you buy him some you enjoy and his favorite ones to read during break
  • you guys do this cute thing of instead of holding hands you guys interlock pinkies
  • when he asked you to prom he gave you a little ring he saved up for to compliment you dress


  • you guys walk to school in the morning, he sometimes brings coffee with him so you can properly wake up
  • his hand is always by yours

  • his stuttering has improved enough that he went ahead and joined the speech class

  • the teacher who sponsors the club there is very happy the Bill challenges himself with you by his side, making you the secretary of the speech club

  • both of you spend most of the time donating your times by doing community service and the local daycare 
  • when some of the jocks try to cat call you he tells them to back off, showing that he won’t let anyone push you
  • study dates often happen, be it your house or his, he likes it when you help him get a presentation ready
  • if you feel stressed he hugs you and sings you some of the songs you like
  • on one of the anniversaries he gave you a promise ring to express his love for you
  • he quoted Shakespeare’ romeo and juliet late one night by your bedroom window and held a boom box with you guy’s first song
  • the losers often tease that’s he’s whipped, he just tells them to quiet down there’s nothing wrong with doing things with you
  • you wear his hoodies on winter days
  • “y/n why don’t you wear your hoodie?” “Bill yours are more comfier and warmer”
  • the school has this competition on who can have the most ugly christmas sweater, you and Bill win every year
  • applying to the same college
  • he mentors younger kids you have speech problems like him to give them encouragement 
passionfruit ❖ taemin

anon requested: Hi there! I fell INLOVE with the kai stepfather scenario, I was wondering if I can request something along the lines of that but with taemin from SHINee and he’s the readers stepfather and there’s a 8-9 year age gap and maybe she unintentionally makes him jealous and so he sort of just goes for it? Lmao and like for it to be really kinky? Like with choking and thigh riding :)) thanks and I hope this is acceptable and that it’s not too much ^~^

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4598 words | smut, daddy kink, stepfather-stepdaughter relationship, age gap, car sex | velvet

✎ You don’t see Taemin since you were thirteen, he left your mother, he left you and a big ache in your heart and mind. When you’re eighteen, he comes back and what has to offer is more than fatherly love.

[Warning: If you’re not comfortable with this, please don’t read, thank you]

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The Cliched Best Friend Story

IMAGINE: Blaise is best friend to (Y/N) and Draco. He’s also the best friend who sees everything between the two. He’s made it his sole mission to make sure that (Y/N) and Draco end up together. 

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warnings:  none. fluff? 

words: 1586 

‘Maybe it was just how they acted around each other. Like their souls knew each other from years ago. They clicked. They were best friends. They belonged to each other.’ 

Blaise walked into the common room and was met with a familiar sight, “Well don’t you two look awfully cozy.” (Y/N) and Draco looked up from the couch and directed their gazes to Blaise and then to their intertwined legs. (Y/N) went back to reading her textbook while Draco gave Blaise a withering glare.

Blaise smiled at his best friends and sat down opposite of the couch they were sitting on, “Did you hear that Potter back talked to Snape again?” He received a semi-interested noise from (Y/N), however she never removed her focus from the book. Draco, once again ignored his friend, more interested in playing with (Y/N)’s hair and reading his newspaper.

Blaise leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He watched in enjoyment as Draco leaned back more on the couch, now slouching however his legs and arms still managing to touch (Y/N)’s. She leaned back into the new position, this now allowed her to see his newspaper as well. This was one of Blaise’s pastimes, observing people especially (Y//N) and Draco. No matter what they said or denied, he truly believed that his two best friends were together. No one can stand Draco for that long, even if they were best friends since they were born. Everyone agreed that they’re somehow together, everyone in Hogwarts has the unofficial bet: ‘When Will (Y/N) and Draco finally admit that they love each other?’. Even Trelawney said that (Y/N) and Draco were highly compatible because their zodiac signs complimented each other which earned eyerolls from the two.

She brought out the best in Draco -the caring and protective side that no one hardly sees, but whenever she’s around or whenever (Y/N) is threatened, Draco will not back down until he hexes them to death, or get his father to liquify the said person’s accounts. He brought out the best in her too. She wasn’t the nicest Slytherin, but she was the most charming one in their house, making even the most hostile Gryffindor wouldn’t be able to deny her a favour if she asked.

Blaise was brought out of his musing when (Y/N) exclaimed in her seat, causing a very much startled Draco to look at her and drop the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, she jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a quill and a piece of parchment, she mumbled to herself for a couple of minutes while scribbling hurriedly. “(Y/N)?” Draco said to her when she finally stopped writing.

She looked at him with a bright smile, one that he couldn’t help but copy, “Sorry. It’s just for the research that my father wants me to do. I found the article that can help it.”

Draco nodded, “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. Your father owns the law firm.”

(Y/N) arched her right brow and looked at Draco, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to get accepted through my own volition, not because of my surname?”

“Is that supposed to be a dig at me,” Draco smirked and (Y/N) nodded. “That hurts,” he placed a hand on his heart and frowned.

“Shut it Malfoy,” she sat down next to him and looked at the newspaper. “Four across is wrong,” she spoke. Frowning, she looked at the words and the clues, “Got it.”

“It’s not wrong,” Draco bit back, then looked at the paper and frowned. He discreetly waved his wand and (Y/N) caught the action which caused her to laugh. “Don’t tell me what it is.”

They sat there for a good minute, all the while Blaise looking on, a small smile on his face. He watched as (Y/N) scooted closer to Draco, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Draco looked away from the paper, “What is it?”

(Y/N) looked at Blaise and winked, leaned in and whispered something in Draco’s ear. “(Y/N)! I told you not to tell me!”

She fell back into the couch laughing with her eyes closed. (Y/N) opened them again and saw that Draco was pouting, she wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled him tighter, then once their faces were a hairsbreadth apart, a grin broke out of her face, “Not!” (Y/N) pushed Draco back into the couch and took off running.


Blaise watched as his two best friends tried ran around the common room, eventually exiting out of it and continuing their childish activity outside. Right then, sitting on the green leather couch, Blaise promised to himself that he would do anything to make sure that those two ended up together.

Conversations rang across the Great Hall, scrapes of knives against toast were also heard. Blaise walked into the hall, a plan in his mind. Last night, he asked Theo what he thought of the plan, all he received was an eye roll, then two minutes later a snore. He took it as an approval. Walking towards his table with confidence he watched as (Y/N) and Draco had their conversation as they sat around their group of friends. Even from the door he could see that their conversation only revolve around them.

“Draco,” he greeted as he sat down, then turned to (Y/N) and did the same. “I need a favour.”

Draco removed his focus from (Y/N) and looked at Blaise, “What is it?”

“There’s this girl that mother’s trying to set me up with and she’s travelled all the way from Italy to have a date with me.”

“I thought you were dating Ginny?” (Y/N) asked, gesturing her head towards the Gryffindor girl.

“I am. Mother won’t believe me that I’m dating a Weasley. So what do you say mate?” Blaise knew that jealousy was the cure to unspoken love. Just a drop will ensure that those two will proclaim their feelings to each other. Unless they were too stubborn too. Blaise hadn’t thought of that, he forgot how prideful the pair of snakes were.

Draco looked at (Y/N) who merely shrugged, “I can’t.”


“I don’t think my girlfriend will appreciate me going on a date with another woman.”

GIRLFRIEND? “Girlfriend?’ Blaise squeaked out. Draco had a girlfriend? A girlfriend. A girl who willingly wants to spend time with Malfoy?

Draco looked at his friend as if Blaise was the dumbest being alive, “Yeah,” he slowly nodded then gestured to (Y/N). “My girlfriend.”

Blaise turned to (Y/N) who had a slight blush and a smile on her face. “Whe..How…Whaaa?”

“Blaise, for the love of god you come from one of the most prestigious families in the world and you can’t even formulate a basic sentence?” (Y/N) remarked and she was rewarded with a low chuckle from Draco.

“But you said that you guys weren’t dating.”

“We said that two years ago,” (Y/N) looked at Blaise. “Are you well? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“When did this happen?”

“A year and a half ago,” Draco answered.


(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, not wanting to tell the story. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything but she knew if she told Blaise, then Blaise would tell Ginny, then Ginny would tell Ron then so on. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang. She gathered up her belongings, “Sorry must run off. Potions. Snape.” Draco soon followed and nodded his head towards his befuddled friend.

Blaise sat there for a good five minutes trying to figure just how he managed to miss the fact that his two best friends were dating for almost two years. Granted that they were both the most private people that Blaise ever knew and that (Y/N) hardly ever let anyone know anything about her. It took him 13 years to finally know her middle name and that was only because he broke into her father’s office and looked through documents.

“Mr. Zabini, I do hope that you plan on going to your classes and not catching flies all day with your mouth,” Dumbledore’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He nodded and gave his thanks to the headmaster. As he walked to Potions, he still wondered how he missed the fact that his best friends were dating under his nose. Then a memory came to him.

It was around a year ago, he had detention with Flitwick on a Thursday and as he made his way after dinner he grumbled to himself. After his detention he made his way back to the dorm when he heard noises from one of the other classrooms. Quietly and sneakily as he could, Blaise walked up to the room and opened it slowly. He saw a familiar head, Dracos’ head specifically, and someone else’s. He couldn’t figure who it was.

If he stayed there for maybe another minute he would have figured out but he was rudely interrupted by Filch’s cat. The last thing he saw was brown hair and the last thing he heard was a breathy ‘Malfoy.’

Realisation came to him, “Bloody fuck. It was (Y/N) and Draco.” He blurted out not noticing that he was in Potions and opened the door. Eyes were on him, including (Y/N)’s and Draco’s.

“Mr. Zabini, detention with me this evening.” Snape bit out sharply. “Get to your seat.”

Pepper is sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup at one of the booths. Bucky stares. They don’t have delicate porcelain cups. Or a wide selection of teas. Or a porcelain teapot whatthefuck. Understandably, every booth within a ten foot radius of her has cleared the fuck out because no supernatural creature is enough of an idiot to mess with the fae—or if they are, the fae are too amused by them to smite them. “I think Pepper wants to talk to us,” Bucky says, poking his head into the kitchen. “I think I would rather walk right out the door and into traffic,” Steve replies immediately. “Not a bad decision,” Jarvis says, and Bucky nearly drops the tray of dishes he’s holding. “Jarvis!” “I want salmon,” Jarvis adds to Steve. “And a bowl of cream.” “Okay you haven’t paid for your last two meals but you paid a cab driver,” Steve points out. “Salmon’s expensive.” Jarvis stares at him with his blue eyes before repeating, quite firmly, “I’ll have the salmon.”

“I’ll pay for the salmon,” Pepper sighs, rolling her eyes, and then huffs in annoyance when Steve mutters to himself. “IT’S NOT A DEAL, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. It is payment RENDERED FOR SERVICE honestly what in the seven hells does Tony even see in you,” she mutters, stabbing the house salad Bucky’s brought her. “He says that Steve has an ass that won’t quit,” Jarvis offers, and Steve really considers walking into traffic when Pepper smirks like the cat who got the cream. “I mean, it is true,” Bucky says after a moment, then yelps when Steve punches him in the arm. “Ow!” “Don’t talk about my ass with one of the fair folk,” Steve hisses, livid, and raises his hand to punch him again.

Pepper waits for them after she finishes her salad, drinking another cup of tea. She offers them a cup when they sit down after locking up. Steve slaps Bucky’s hand away when he reaches for it because did he remember nothing that Steve had told him about the fair folk. They were going to have a serious talk when they got home about how Steve’s mother was so not fucking around when she was lecturing them about the fae. NO IRISH PERSON FUCKED AROUND WHEN THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT THE FAE. “Delightful,” Pepper says, amused, then frowns when Steve slides her a piece of apple pie. “What-?” “Tony said you like my pie,” Steve explains. Also it’s a bribe. But she doesn’t need to know that. “Don’t ever tell Tony your secrets because apparently he will blab them to everyone,” Pepper hisses. “Cheese?” Steve offers. “Please. A lot. More. Thank you.” Jarvis gets a little plate of whipped cream. It is also a bribe and he seems to know that but he accepts it anyway.

“Tony is… complex,” Pepper says, after chewing on a bite of pie for probably longer than necessary. “He thinks because he’s seen so much that he’s incredibly experienced, and he’s just…” “Not,” Jarvis supplies. “He’s not. He never has been.” Pepper looked relieved to hear this. “Oh thank God. I thought he was deteriorating for a while.” “No, he’s just awful at picking up social cues from people he desperately wants to impress,” Jarvis assures. “I remember he wanted to impress a lady he wanted to court and he ended up covered in mud. Luckily she found it charming.” “That’s fucking adorable,” Bucky says seriously. “He doesn’t have to impress us, though. We’re kind of already gone on him.” Pepper stares at him for a long time, face blank. “But you don’t love him.” “We would like to get to know him beyond ‘I don’t like blood’ and ‘take how old you think I am and add like a century to it’ before we delve into that territory,” Steve says firmly. Pepper looks pleased. “Good.”

Steve sends Pepper off with another pie. Jarvis follows her. “Is it okay to try and bribe a fae?” Bucky asks once they’re gone. “I figure that if she realizes I’m trying to bribe her, she’ll be amused rather than angry,” Steve says. They’re silent for a moment before Bucky asks, “What if she gets angry?” “Then I hope that Tony will stop being embarrassed long enough to save my dumb ass,” Steve answers immediately. Bucky frowns at him. “All I’m getting out of this is that you want me to mourn you because you’re going to be killed by a fae.” Steve opens his mouth, then closes it again. “I mean. I hope you would mourn me either way?” “Why are you like this, Steve?” Bucky asks tiredly.

Colonel Rhodes shows up a few days later. “I don’t own a shovel because this is New York, but rest assured that I would buy one just so I could bury you if you ever hurt Toy,” he tells them seriously. Bucky and Steve turn to look at each other before looking back at him and saying, “That’s fair.” “Of course it is,” Colonel Rhodes says, because he would have murdered them whether it was fair or not. Tony was one of his most precious friends. Just because he was an ancient weirdo didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to protect his honor. “I’ll try and get his dumb ass to come see you then.” Steve and Bucky are surprised but they don’t ask why he’s willing to do that because they’re not stupid.

Tony shuffles into the diner just before they close, hovering by the door awkwardly. Bucky leans into the kitchen to tell Steve. Tony looks heartbreakingly frightened when Steve comes stomping out of the kitchen, but he doesn’t run. He’s not a coward and he’s ready to take his rejection like a man. So Bucky snorts a little at the noise of surprise Tony makes when Steve lunges at him to seal their mouths together, reaching up to tug at Tony’s hair and swallow his resulting moan. Steve fucking climbs Tony like a tree and Tony holds him up without any effort. Bucky laments how hot this is. He is going to die from their combined hotness. But what a way to go.

“I, um,” Tony begins, stuttering, when Steve breaks the kiss. Steve growls. “Just fucking kiss me, you idiot, and we’ll worry about it later.” “Okay,” Tony mumbles, embarrassed. “Okay but what about me?” Bucky asks curiously. “Do I get kisses?” “If you stop standing over there like a dumbass, maybe you will,” Steve snaps, then cups Tony’s cheeks to force him to meet his eyes. “Hey. We’re gonna leave you a trembling mess, okay?” Tony bites his bottom lip and swallows thickly. Bucky smiles and presses his lips to Tony’s throat.

Tony is left a trembling mess as promised.

anonymous asked:

how would dating daniel be like pls ♡ ?

Originally posted by euigeon

- dating daniel is like dating a kid LOL

- aka two kids bc seongwoo would be every where w daniel 

- and somehow, u get pulled into the mess too 

- also

- walking his cat

- ‘’uhm,,,i don’t think ur cat likes this…’’

- ‘’nonsense!! she does!!’’

- cue the two of u looking back and his cat is just laying there and daniel is just dragging her 

- aka cue the second hand embarrassment u have LMFAO 

- ‘’why am i dating u again’’ 

- ‘’uhm bc u love me??” 

- ‘’listen,,,who the hell walks their cat?!?!?” 

- ‘’mE EXCUSE U’’

- also, cute goodmorning texts!! 

- and goodnight ones!! 

- even if he’s running late, he never fails to send u a goodmorning text and reminding u to have a good day

- and also making sure that u ate breakfast and slept well 

- whenever he knows u take the closing shift, he makes sure to always wait for u and to walk home w you no matter how tired he may be

- he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to u 

- even if he walked to ur house or apartment idk - he makes sure to see u get in the house or whatever to make sure ur safe!!

- if there happens to be a time where u have to walk home alone (which is rare) 

- he would send seongwoo or anyone that he trusts to walk u home 

- and tells u to send him texts on when u leave and when u get home so he knows ur safe

 - a true angel 

- cuddles!!

- lots and lots of it

- and expect a lot of skinship 

- hand holding like 25/8 

- even if his hands get sweaty or yours does idk he won’t let go lol 

- ‘’daniel,,,let go-’’

- ‘’no’’ 

- ‘’but-’’

- ‘’no now shh lets go look at cats’’ 

- loves to shower u in aegyo even if its cringy lol 

- ‘’jirit jirit jirit jirit’’ 

- doesn’t like to show off pda much in public because he believes it should be something intimate between the two of u if that makes sense lolol 

- but loves loves loves giving you forehead kisses 

- believes they show much more affection and sincerity 

- likes to take you out a lot

- like going to see cats at the pet store or animal shelter lol 

- cafe dates!! 

- likes to go cafe hunting to see who can find the best cafe 

- and also the best latte designs

- also likes to explore around seoul and what kind of things that it can offer

- also,,trying out some good bbq and street food

- dates can range from cooking at home to bowling to see whoever would win to fancy dates in nice restaurants

- likes to spend lots of stuff on u bc he thinks that u deserve the best!! 

- ‘’i got this for u bc it reminded me of u!!!” 

- ur personal photographer 

- loves loves taking pics of u - secretly to save or whenever u wanted

- likes taking lots of pics bc he wants to keep them as memories and to see them whenever he misses u 

- also, takes u out shopping a lot LOL 

- isn’t really big on couple items like shirts or sweaters or whatever

- but likes to have matching phone charms, bracelets, or socks idk 

- fights are also rare with daniel 

- most of the time, you two try to talk it out because a relationship is all about communication and trust so,, 

- u too love each other too much to fight lmao 

- but if you do, it would be because of miscommunication between the two of you or pent up frustrations 

- if it escalates to something serious, he would be the one to walk out the door first or lock himself inside the bedroom 

- because he would want to leave before he would say something he regretted and he rather leave than watch the relationship to fall apart

- of course, him leaving would either make you really mad or burst into tears because you would believe he was tired of you 

- comes back out or home (if he was out) after a few hours and calming down

- and wants to talk it out because he believes that its better to resolve stuff quicker than dragging it out 

- comes up to backhugs you and won’t let go until the two of u talk it out

- once u forgive each other, the two of u would spent it snuggling in bed 

- ‘’bc i miss ur touch and i don’t want us to fight again’’ 

- ok on the topic of this, if u were ever upset, he would do his best to find out why

- the type to not leave until u tell him why

- even if u don’t tell him right away, he would stay w u bc he cares about u sososo much and the thought of u being upset hurts him 

- eventually u do bc who can resist this angel?? 

- the type to kiss away ur tears, no matter how cheesy he thinks it is bc all he is focused on is to make u feel better

- and will do what it takes to make u feel better

- please stan him he deserves it so much :(( 

rainbowninicono  asked:

Scenario of izuku,katsuki and shoto's s/o dying and being reincarnated as a cat that always follows them around

This prompt is really nice and since I have some freedom with this, of course I made the death extra angsty. What can I say, I love angst. Seems I’m just not able to write anything positive, hope you still like it :D

*Todoroki Shouto*

No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. He was holding you in his arms and his clothes were soaked in your blood. Todoroki had tried to stop the bleeding with his ice, but nothing was working. Your life was slowly draining out of you and there was nothing he could do.

“Sho-Shouto… are you… okay?”, you asked with a raspy voice.

“No, no, you’re hurt so I’m not okay. You-there is so much blood and I can’t-I can’t do anything, and you must be hurting so much and I-”, he stuttered.

“It doesn’t-it doesn’t hurt Shouto. I’m-I’m just… glad you’re unharmed.”, you smiled as blood started to drain from your mouth.

“No, no, no, (Name), stay with me, you can’t leave me, please don’t.”

“I love you Shouto.”, you whispered quietly.

“I love you too, I love you so much.”, he sobbed.

Then, as he opened his eyes, he saw the light fading from yours. You had stopped breathing, but you looked peaceful. Todoroki pressed his face to your chest and cried. He hadn’t been able protect you, he was supposed to be laying there. Not you, never you.

When the paramedics came to take the body, Todoroki felt numb, like nothing really mattered anymore. He released your body to the paramedics and just walked away. Todoroki didn’t care about the fact that they wanted to take him to the hospital. He just went straight home and showered. In the shower he noticed it, the blood. All over him, and no matter how hard he scrubbed, it didn’t seem to go away. The water was always a shade of red. No matter how light, but it was. A little reminder that you were no longer there, that you were gone, and you’d never be back.

The next few weeks of Todoroki’s life felt like a dream. Everything was so unreal. The funeral, the grieving classmates and family, all of it. He couldn’t concentrate, and he was tormented by nightmares of you dying, again and again. But something in the middle of the chaos had peaked Todoroki’s interest. It was a cat.

The cat seemed to be everywhere. In the school, at his house and on everywhere he went, like it was following him. One day Todoroki decided to take a closer look at his follower. He squated down, and tried to lure the cat to him. The cat tilted it’s head and looked at him, then it padded to Todoroki. It pushed it’s head against Todoroki’s streched out hand and purred. Now that Todoroki had gotten a closer look at the animal. He realized something. The cat had the same colored eyes as you and it’s fur was the same color as your hair. Just a weird coincidence, right? But the cat even had a familiar scent, it smelled just like you. The cat was weirdly comforting, but it was just a cat. A cat, that had a weird resemblance to the person he had loved more than anyone. A cat that was now comforting him more than anyone had manages since you had died.

*Midoriya Izuku*

Izuku was thrilled, he was supposed to come to your place, since your parents would leave for the night. When he got to your house, he ringed the doorbell, but no one came to open the door. He ringed again and waited. Still no one. It was weird, you were supposed to be home. He decided to test if the door was locked. Midoriya barely had the chance to touch the door when it opened with a creak. It wasn’t even properly closed. He had a bad feeling. Midoriya stepped in cautiously. The house was dead quiet and dark. No lights on, like no one was home. That’s what it was, you just weren’t home. His bad feeling was for nothing, right?

Midoriya headed to your room first. He stopped dead on his tracks once he reached the door. There was blood on the door handle. He ripped the door open without hesitation, and dashed in. You were lying on the floor, covered in blood and all kinds of injuries, but you were breathing. Just barely. Midoriya dialed the emergency number, and explained the situation. He tried to keep his cool, but he was so scared for you. You looked like you were in a really bad shape.

The ambulance took a surprisingly short time. The paramedics hurried you to the hospital. They didn’t let Izuku ride with you, so he ran the whole way to the hospital. When he got there he slammed his hands on the front desk.

“Where is (Full Name)?”, he panted

“Are you family?”, the nurse asked.

“Well kinda. Just please, tell me.”, he pleaded.

“I’m sorry to inform you, that she didn’t make it to the hospital. She died in the ambulance, the paramedics did what they could, she was in a very bad condition.”, the nurse said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Midoriya’s mind went blank. You were dead. No, that was wrong, he had just seen you. You couldn’t be dead, it just wasn’t possible.

“Oh, thank you for telling me.”, he said quietly.

Midoriya walked away slowly. It felt like the whole world had gone quiet. He couldn’t hear anything, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The only thing he could think of, was that you were gone, forever. He wished he could turn back the clock, but he couldn’t, no one could.

When Midoriya gor home, he ignored his mother completely and went to his room. He locked the door and sat on his bed. Midoriya took his pillow and hugged it, then he cried. Quietly and for a long time. He was pretty sure his mother banged his door at one point, but he couldn’t bring himself to open it. He would explain all of this to her tomorrow, but for now he just wanted to be alone.

The days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months. Your funeral had been held, and people were grieving. Midoriya wasn’t paralyzed by the sadness and heartbreak anymore, but he was still feeling down. One day when he was leaving from school, he noticed something. There was a cat sitting in front of the school gates. Now that he thought about it, the cat had been doing that for quite sometime. It had started showing up after your death.

“Pity, (Name) would’ve probably liked you.”, he said as he kneeled to pet the cat.

It purred and butted it’s head against Midoriya’s knee. Now that he got a closer look at it, the cat’s fur was pretty much the same color as your hair, and it’s eyes were also a same color as yours.

“Weird.”, Midoriya muttered outloud.

The cat tilted it’s head and looked at him like with a quetioning look. Just like you always did.

Midoriya decided to leave. The cat probably belonged to someone who lived near the school. He walked home and everytime he glanced behind him, the cat was there. It was following him. Like some kind of a guardian angel, watching over him and making sure he was alright.

*Bakugou Katsuki*

No amount of shouting and cursing would make the situation any better. Bakugou knew that, but he couldn’t help it. He was angry. Angry at you, angry at himself and most of all, angry at the villain, that was now laying unconcious on the ground.

“(Name)! Stay the fuck awake, you ain’t dying here, you hear me.”, Bakugou growled.

“I don’t-I don’t want to die.”, you sobbed.“ it hurts, Katsuki it hurts so much.”

You were cluthing to his shirt, you were sobbing and whining and you were clearly in pain.

“You’re not gonna fucking die!”

“I-I want to say some-something to-to you.”

“Fucking tell me then.”, Bakugou grunted.

“I lo-love you Katsuki. I love you so, so much.”

“I fucking love you too, and you’re gonna get throught this shit.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”, you smiled with tears rolling down your cheeks.

And as the tear dropped to Bakugou’s hand, you were gone. You weren’t breathing anymore, but you were smiling. It was like the time had stopped.

“Why the fuck are you smiling, huh? You’re dead. Why the fuck are you smiling!?”, Bakugou growled at you. “Answer me dammit.”, his voice faded.

Bakugou could hear something move on his right. His eyes darted at the cause of the sound. It was the villain, the one that had killed you. Why was he still alive if you weren’t, it wasn’t fair. Bakugou allowed his rage to take over and he dashed at the villain. He wanted to kill the guy, and he would have, if Kamui Woods hadn’t restrained him.

“Let me the fuck out from this thing! He killed (Name), I’m gonna murder that asshole.”, he yelled, but it was all for nothing.

Bakugou was taken home. He marched straight to his room, giving his parents the finger when they tried to ask what was going on. He needed to take his anger out on something so he started to blow stuff up and throw them around. First his table lamp was throw through the window and his books followed. He blew up his table and when room was in to total chaos, he sinked to the floor. He was huffing and grunting, but also crying, just a few tears managed to fall before he wiped his eyes agressivily. For the first time in his life he had told another person he loved them, and now that person was gone. His love was gone and all that was left was heartbreak and anger.

A few days later, when Bakugou left to school, he noticed something in front of their gate. It was a cat. A small, fluffy cat.

“Get outta my fucking way.”, Bakugou growled at the cat.

The cat just stared at him with eyes that seemed awfully familiar. They were the same color yours were. The cat’s fur was a match for your hair too.

“What the fuck?”, Bakugou grunted.

The cat seemed to furrow it’s brows, not that it had any, but that’s how it seemed. The cat reminded Bakugou of you.

“Come here you fucking fluff.”

The cat walked to Bakugou and he picked it up. It butted it’s head to his neck and purred. The cat was warm and soft, and made Bakugou feel a bit better for some reason. He walked all the way to the school with the cat in his arms, and even when he placed it to the ground, it continued to walka after him.

“Tsk, do what you want, fucking stubborn.”, he muttered.

The cat meowed and followed him inside like some little bodyguard. Bakugou liked the cat and he had a feeling he couldn’t stop it from following him anyway.

The place is crowded, people are talking loudly, girls are randomly screaming. Kris thinks his fans are here for him, time to pose. Has life imitates art and Kris Wu strikes his best poses, he realises after a while that there’s no phone pointed at him, no camera, no one to notice him. He mumbles to himself “Maybe next time, London…”.

But who stole his walk of fame? Those girls are screaming at something, or someone, those cameras are capturing the soul of some poor innocent! Curiosity killed the cat, Kris makes a grande entrance just to get a glimpse of the mysterious messiah. There he is!

Surprised by the sudden space given to him, the handsome guy looks around, rather than seize the opportunity to run away; “I might see someone important! I mean who could catch more attention than me?” he says to himself. That’s when he sees him : the tall handsome guy, dark hair tied in a ponytail, Burberry coat, round sunglasses… Kris! As tears start to blurry his sight, Chanyeol can feel his heart pounding like if it was about to come out of his rib cage.

With a trembling voice and a single tear running down his cheek, he yells : 


Confused, Kris looks up, familiar with the voice who screamed his name. But that’s impossible, it can’t be, this voice… he hasn’t heard it in years.

The crowd spreads appart as Chanyeol walk towards Kris, the fans are crying along with him, mooved by this beautiful moment. Kris is speechless, he slowly takes off his sunglasses has he stumbles towards his long lost twin tower brother, his whole body shaking.

The whole crowd is silent, almost as if everyone stopped breathing; they are only a few centimeters away from each other. No one is moving, as the two young men stare at each other, when finally, Kris shows his gummy smile, and with tears running down his cheeks he says :

- Ayo… wassup

Chanyeol answers with the biggest smile as they give each other a warm hug, and the crowd cheers as the two boys reunite.

Coffee Break!

a/n: break from prompts to do an impromptu fic-for-art exchange with one of the sweetest artists, lordy idk why he even wants to do this exchange, its completely unfair because I’m definitely getting the better end of this bargain. Especially since I requested something completely ridiculous from him but GOD is it BEAUTIFUL
summary: In a world, where Johan swaps out Usnavi’s regular coffee with decaf, Usnavi has, what he thinks is, the worst day of his life. (aka: Decaf!Au)
w/c: 2184
Sincerely tagging:

 ‘Caffeine can  really stress the heart out…’ Bow said to Johan once while they offhandedly passed by a local coffee shop with a line zipping all the way around the block. Ever since then Johan couldn’t help but think about it. Coffee, like anything in excess, couldn’t be good forever. Even more so some time before, Bow had mentioned that Hispanics have a higher chance of heart disease…since then Johan’s health craze has been…well unbearable to anyone who didn’t love him as much as Usnavi did.  Luckily for Johan, Usnavi loved him immensely and while his diet was…intense Usnavi knew it was because he cared. There was only one thing he wouldn’t change.

Coffee. Usnavi didn’t just serve it, he was raised on it. It seemed weird to Johan (which was saying a lot) but a lot of Usnavi’s culture felt rooted in this drink. The skill to brew it, the stories told over a cup of coffee, how coffee spoke to people. This was a third language to Usnavi and it was one he wasn’t going to let Johan mess with. So on the day, on Usnavi’s worse day, Johan for once had gotten up earlier than Usnavi. He eyed the yellow, demon can of caffeine that may or may not send his small, beloved man to an early grave and decided to do a small experiment. He grabbed a plastic bag and dumped the contents of the dirt looking powder inside, and opened an organic, vegan baggie of decaf coffee powder. He replaced it, gave it a small sniff, and to Johan there was no difference. “Mornin’ cariño, you’re awake? So early?” Usnavi sleepily rubbed his eyes, emerging from the bathroom. Johan, still in his sleeping clothes (consisting of just sweatpants, nothing else), smiled at him.

“What can I say; I’m getting use to your early morning ways.” He tried to sound like a less guilty man but his smile twitched, he felt nervous. It dawned on him how important coffee was to this man. This…could possibly make or break them. Suddenly Johan wanted to take it all back but Usnavi had already moved towards the yellow tin and broke it open.

He paused and sniffed it a little, he didn’t take his usual exhale of relief. He eyed the coffee and pondered. “Johan”

“Y-Yeaaa” Johan suddenly started darting over to the living room. He stood by the window and bent over.

“The coffee, does it smell…” Usnavi’s eyes wandered up, and just as Johan had innocently planned, Usnavi was stopped dead in his tracks by Johan in his downward dog pose. The Dominican tilted his head completely forgetting what he had to say. For the moment he enjoyed the few of his boyfriend stretching by an open window, shirtless and going commando under his sweatpants.

Johan smirked thank god for Yoga. He stood upright letting his boyfriend eye his muscular back as he stretched into a sun salutation pose. “Hm, did you say something my sweet, jouet.” He wiggled an eyebrow intensifying the Usnavi’s already flustered expression.

The combination of Usnavi’s undying lust over his man and the fact his brain was working on low without coffee, he blanked. “Nada…es nada…” He mumbled in Spanish, finding it hard to even form English at this point. Spanish was Usnavi’s safe way of being flustered and Johan not knowing what he was saying. “No es justo que un hombre debriera ser tan hermoso en *la mañanita de la manana” (It’s not fair a man can be that beautiful in the wee hours of the morning- informal slang). Usnavi grumbled as he made his coffee. Johan continued to do yoga, not really concentrating since he was watching Usnavi’s every move as he downed the coffee. Like with the smell he paused, smacked his lips together tasting the coffee. He turned to Johan as if to ask something but Johan immediately dropped into a bridge pose.

Was he exploiting his flexibility to keep Usnavi from asking anything that he may or may not be able to lie about? Of course. Was it working? Absolutely. Usnavi eyed his boyfriend as he held himself up, his arms and abs flexed making the Dominican lose track of every thought including his name at this point. “Are you going to work today, hun?” Johan spoke, watching from the upside down view, his boyfriend fidgeting a little.

“Y-Yea I’m going now…can I get a kiss?” He needed something fast before Johan made him explode. Johan pushed himself off from the ground and back to his feet in one elegant movement. He turned and grabbed Usnavi, making sure that the last thing on his mind was his jacked coffee. He planted a kiss that almost insisted Usnavi stay home inside. The kind of kiss that Usnavi was left gasping and his stomach gnawed at the walls of his insides. Johan pulled away, smirking at his handiwork. Usnavi was still half lidded, mouth still opened. Absently, Johan somewhat missed the strong, bitter coffee breath…perhaps it was the guilt but once Usnavi saw he could function without coffee it would all be worth it. “…are” Usnavi went to accuse of Johan of trying to make him stay…but damn it was working to well.

“What can I say?” Johan smiled kissing Usnavi’s unexpecting mouth again. “I miss you already. Go have a good day.”

Usnavi staggered back and nodded, “…aye dios…” he breathed, feeling a jolt just by being around Johan. Perhaps he didn’t need coffee, he mused to himself.The day began and Usnavi usually felt the first kicks of coffee hit him in the morning right before Sonny stumbled in late. Instead he…felt nothing, his limbs did get progressively limper and his body felt heavier all of the sudden. Had he put on any weight? No he was still a moderately average size, his pants felt fine as did his shirt. He shook his head and started slowly sweeping, back and forth, and back…and forth. His mind started to slip in and out as he swayed to the slow, sloppy sweeping of his broom. He did this mindlessly for an hour when Sonny eventually walked in.  Sonny readying himself for his cousin’s wrath, his neck dotted in evidence where and with who he was with. “Before you say anything, I can explain I was…attacked by a very small cat on the neck and—“ He looked over at Usnavi and waited. And waited…usually Usnavi would be down his throat with scolding but instead. He was just standing there, swaying… “Usnavi?” He walked over and gently poked his cousin on the side. 

“Mmnh.” Usnavi blinked a few times but couldn’t manage to open his eyes any wider than half. He turned and looked at Sonny, a slow smile forming on his lips. “Sonny, when did you get in?” He yawned and slowly pulled his wrist to his face. He looked like someone reading the time, shame there was no watch on his bare arm. “Right on time, good..S-Sooahhh” He yawned again.

Sonny arched an eyebrow and decided it was best to just…let it go since Usnavi wasn’t yelling at him. “Suuuure. Whatever you say…” Sonny took notice the rest of the day Usnavi was out of it. When rush hour came in, Usnavi couldn’t even do the simple math. He stared at the cash register for so long the line actually started to dwindle because people were leaving! Finally Sonny stepped in, pushing his zombie cousin out of the way. “Navi’ just make coffee or something.”

“S-Si” He waved Sonny off, his voice drawling and dragging with sleep. Usnavi never felt so…out of it. He couldn’t seem to focus on a single thing. He started to put a pot to brew and stood there. He leaned up against the counter and felt gravity betray him and his body gave out. He slumped over the counter and groaned, unable to so much lift his head up. It was though a cinderblock was dropped on him. His eyes fluttered close for a second.


Sonny’s yell brought him to his feet. “H-Huh?” He wiped his head around back and forth, trying to find Sonny. He turned his head and noticed Sonny had been behind him and was holding  up a kettle of hot water. “Why are you boilin’ water, Sonny?”

“Me?!” Sonny glared, stressed from manning both the counter and now Usnavi. “I told you we needed coffee and you made it, just minus the coffee!” All Usnavi made was hot water.


Sonny shot a worried look to his cousin. “You ok, man?” This was so far from Usnavi’s regular that now Sonny was starting to worry for real. “Bro…maybe you should take five?”

“Yeah…yeah…” Usnavi took off his hat and rubbed his hair. “I’ll go sit…” He stumbled to the backroom. He took a seat and started going down the check list of things he had stocked up. He started checking off product by product. His head bobbing with each check, until slowly…his world went dark.

“Seriously he’s been buggin’ all day. I’m worried”
“Nina, what do you think?”
“I don’t know I’ve never seen him like this…”
“Oh god should we call 911??”

“No one is calling 911” Benny hissed then gently a large hand came down on Usnavi’s shoulder and shook him gently. “Hey…hey Usnavi…” Benny spoke gently.

Usnavi opened his eyes and looked around, his vision blurrier than usual he made out the faces of Sonny, Nina, and Benny all around him. “Que? Que fue?” (What? What’s up/going on?). He looked down at the clipboard and found his checks were all over the place, not even in the designated boxes for the items. He squinted a bit and groaned, his head felt heavy, everything felt bogged down by some invisible force. Even his thinking was hazy.

“You’re really out of it…” Benny shook his head.

“I think you’re sick, Navi” Nina spoke softly, “you should go home and rest…Sonny will handle the store and Benny and I can help.” She offered, though Benny grunted a bit. They had a date planned and the date was not to be cooped up at the bodega with Sonny. Still, Usnavi looked so weakened, even his posture seemed to be smaller, curling into himself like a helpless animal.

“Sick…yeah…” He muttered, this was the worst. He lost customers; he failed at brewing coffee, now he was being kicked out of his own store. This was the worse sick he ever felt. It wasn’t a stuffy nose with aches and a fever. This was just a hollow sluggish feeling, a mild ache in his mind, a loss of total interest in everything. Was he… “…I’ll go home now…” He muttered slowly getting to his feet. He swayed at bit even stumbled after only taking two steps forward. He felt like he was walking on stilts. One wrong step and everything would tip over.

One foot after the other, slow and steady Usnavi made it to his apartment. He tried the key but missed the hole repeatedly, then started to knock using his face as the door knocker. “Opeeeeen” he yawned. Slowly the door opened and Johan was right there to catch Usnavi after he placed all his weight on the door. “Jo…Jo…” he muttered finding some solace in strong, support beam like arms holding him up.

“Shh…I-I’m here…” Johan whispered, spent the whole day ignoring the guilt telling himself this was a good healthy thing he was doing. But Usnavi looked so…miserable. He dragged his boyfriend to the couch and sat him down, only to have Usnavi flop over his lap and shiver. “What happened? Why are you home so soon?”

“My head hurts, my eyes can’t stay open…my arms and legs feel like jello…” He mumbled, his voice yawning and cracking between every few words. “A-And I can’t even man the store…” He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes as if trying to press his eyeballs back into his sockets. “My stomach feels funny…ugh…”

“…I see…” Johan gulped stroking Usnavi’s head.

“Johan…” He mumbled, “I think I’m really sick…I…” His lower lip trembled; he never felt anything like this. He felt like his body was literally going to give out any second. “I’m sick…” Usnavi admitted in a soft and tender voice. The pitiful sound of his pathetic admission sent Johan over the edge. Usnavi would never admit to illness unless it was closer to life and death.

“…M-My darling…love…of my …life you’re not siiiiick…” Johan smiled, worry gripping at him but he couldn’t take Usnavi looking like this. “I…I…might have…swapped-out-your-coffee-and-given-you-decaf-instead” He spoke in one long chain. There was a pause, a long one, before Usnavi slowly peeled his hands off his eyes. His lips pulled into a sleepy frown.

“Oh.” Usnavi muttered nodding, suddenly his bag framed eyes glared up at Johan with so much emptiness Johan thought he was up to be murdered. “…you are…in so much trouble, amor.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “so much trouble…” He sighed, “hombre de la mierda…” (piece of shit*slang informal)

Thanks Kitty - T’Challa x Reader

Okay y’all I been thinking of a prompt and I came up with this! Big thanks to @pocmarvelworks​ and @multi-fandom-fiction​ for being my inspiration! This is for you!

“T’Challa, taste these yams!” you ordered, holding out a spoon weighed down by sweet orange mush out to the King of Wakanda.  To many, he was just that - the Black Panther, King of Wakanda but to you? He was your sweet boyfriend.  “Mnandi, this is not necessary.  The food looks great,” He assured you.  “Okay, but does it taste great though?”  T’Challa sighed as you inched the spoon closer to his lips.  He let the spoon enter his lips, and you watched him as he tasted its content.  “Delicious,” he said decidedly, “It has a fantastic taste.”  

“Mhmm - bet you’d like to taste something else,” W’Kabi murmured as he took a quick sip of his wine.  T’Challa smacked him in the bad of his head as he and Okoye tried unsuccessfully to cover their laughs.  You would’ve laughed too, but you had other things on your mind.  “Did you two finish with the decorations?”  “Would we be sitting here if we didn’t?” Okoye responded as she rubbed the ears of Chaki, T’Challa’s pet panther, “(Y/N), you must relax.  This dinner is going to go off without a hitch.”  “Yes,” W’Kabi agreed, “Keep panicking like this and you’ll give yourself an ulcer.”  Chaki purred in agreement.  “I am not panicking.”  “Mhmm, sure,” W’Kabi said sarcastically.  “I think what W’Kabi and Okoye mean is that you are doing so well with the preparations.  What could go wrong under your supervision?” T’Challa amended.  You sighed as you let him wrap his arms around you and kiss your temple.  You knew he was right, but you still weren’t feeling confident enough.

It was the first dinner you were having with your family and T’Challa’s.  Your mother Janet, your grandmother Michelle, your younger sister Aisha and older brother John (along with his four old babygirl Tia) were visiting you in Wakanda for the first time.  They were annoyed at first, as you and T’Challa had to wed in secret due to the risk of assassination at a public wedding, but he did make the announcement a week later (after you had returned from a very steamy honeymoon).  At least your family was forgiving.  And you were so excited, yet so panicked.  Your family visiting your husband’s family in Wakanda for the first time? Wow.  Unfortunately, Bast loved to play tricks.  Your chef, Mumbazi, had gotten sick on the day your family were supposed to be flying in.  Luckily, you were a chef when T’Challa had met you, and old habits do die hard.  

“Okay, I’ve got the Turkey - John’s favorite, I’ve got the Collard Greens - mom’s favorite, I’ve got the yams - grandma’s favorite…wait, where is the Fufu?!”  “Right here,” T’Challa soothed bringing it to the dining table, “next to the Cranberry Sauce - Aisha’s favorite, I know.”  “Okay.  Is the hallway clean?”  “Yes my queen,” one of your other helpers around the palace, M’laka, answered.  “Okay, good!” You felt a lot better now.  “Just in time too, your family’s here,” Ayo called.  You swiftly rushed to the throne room, handing on of the other helpers your apron before they ran off to ready the rest of the food.  T’Challa followed you as you fluffed your puffy afro and straightened the wrinkles in your dress.

You walked into the throne room, looking fabulous and saw your family there with big smiles on your face.  T’Challa smiled as you happily hugged them and kissed them, it was nice for him to finally see you relaxed for the day.  Once your reunion had finally calmed down, Tia noticed Chaki staring at her with inquisitiveness.  “A kitty!” she shouted with joy running toward him with childish joy on her face.  Chaki backed up with distrust and Tia stopped, now sad that the animal didn’t like her.  “He’s just a bit defensive,” T’Challa assured her as he knelt down her level, “Panthers tend to run or bite when they get scared.  Don’t ever run up to one if you don’t know them, okay?”  Tia nodded.  “Good, now make a fist like this,” T’Challa said balling up his hand.  Tia did as he said.  “Good, now we’re going to let him sniff it okay?” “What does he do that?” Tia asked T’Challa as Chaki’s nose lined her fingers, trying to get a sniff.  “Well Panthers have a very strong sense of smell.  He can tell who is who by how they smell, and who he likes.”  Tia laughed as Chaki licked her fingers and purred at her touch.  T’Challa laughed, “See, isn’t he sweet?”  Tia nodded as the panther wrapped himself around her, his body still vibrating with purrs.  

“I see Tia’s met Chaki,” John spoke walking up to T’Challa, “And good too, she’s been wanting a cat.”  T’Challa smiled and the two got acquainted, “Nice to meet you, I am T’Challa, (Y/N)’s new husband.”  “So this is him huh?  He is as cute as you say.” “Aisha,” you chastised.  Your sister had a habit of having literally no filter.  “It’s alright love,” he said, shaking Aisha’s hand, “I have heard much about you too.  It is a pleasure to meet all of you!”  “Likewise,” Aisha said as servants came to take their luggage to their room, “And you got servants too? Damn!” “Oh lord,” your grandmother, Michelle sighed at her daughter’s language.  Tia and John just giggled.  You glared at your older brother, “Do not encourage her.”  Being your older brother, John just continued to snicker.  “Oh yeah,” Aisha said as she linked arms with your husband as you all walked into the palace, “Since we’re pretty much family now, let me all of (Y/N)’s most embarrassing stories.”  “Aisha!” You snapped, glad your melaninated skin was good at hiding your blushes.  “What? He’s your new boothang.  He needs to know.”  “Yes (Y/N),” T’Challa said with false innocence, “I need to know everything about you.”  You glared at the sneaky look he slipped you.  Oh you ain’t gettin’ no pussy for a goodass week, you thought.

Things were soon settled in, and now it was time for dinner.

Originally posted by hayounga

Everyone was soon sitting down in their assigned seats and eating, joyfully laughing and talking with on another.  It was pure harmony.  Your mother was talking with T’Challa, who - using his charms, swiftly wore down her anger over your not-wedding.  Your sister was flirting with W’Kabi, who returned it just fine.  And even your grandmother was getting along with Ramonda, both of whom were chatting about their lives.  Yeah, pure harmony.  Your mother, however, soon caught your niece paying a little too much attention to a certain panther.  “Tia, stop playin’ with Chaki and eat ya’ food,” she chastised.  “Sorry grandma,” she apologized, getting couple more rubs in before she and Chaki dug back into their food.

Everyone dismissed it as a child being a child and laughed it off, going back to their food.  However, things swiftly took a turn for the worst.  


Aw shit, you thought catching sight of an unusually large yellowjacket swirling near one of the light, 3….2…1…and…  

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  Everyone was startled by Tia’s screaming.  John swiftly tried to calm her down as she buried herself deep in his arms.  Chaki growled at the flying insect that brought discontent and fear to his new friend.  T’Challa whistled, catching his pet’s attention, “Chaki! Fetch!”  The panther glared back at the bee before readying himself in his seat.  Once ready, he sprung through the air, catching the bee in his paws, and narrowly missing the light before gracefully landing on all fours.  He beat the insect to death, crushing it over and over with his heavy black paws, giving it one last deafening roar for good measure.  Chaki slowly turned back to us.  I feared the reaction my family would have, but it turns out I was worrying for nothing when they broke out in rousing cheers and applause, followed by the rest of the table.  

“Yay Chaki!” Tia cheered as the panther in praise smugly sauntered back to his seat.  “That is a very impressive panther you’ve got there!” Your mother noticed.  “Oh he doesn’t need me,” T’CHalla spoke, connecting eyes with Chaki, “He does it all on his own.”  Chaki gave a sweet grumble T’Challa’s words.  “Thanks Kitty,” Tia mumbled, kissing Chaki’s nose, making everyone ‘aww’ at the sweetness.  Yeah, you thought, taking a sip of your wine, Thanks Kitty.  

AND that is all folks!  Once again,@pocmarvelworks and @multi-fandom-fiction​, I hope you both especially like this!  I was SEVERELY inspired by the two of you!  Please, please enjoy!  AND PLEASE SHARE AND REBLOG!  I wanna see what other people think!

One Last Bite: Pt. 1

Kim Donghan x OC

Genre: Vampire AU 
Summary: vampires have always intrigued you, and meeting one sparked your curiosity even more, especially when you two become close; maybe a little bit too close

A/N: this was an idea from a friend on twitter, who requested this wayyy too long (sorry Lia). Anyways, a ton of people have been Donghan-ed, so here I am back at it again with another Donghan scenario just in time for Halloween wee woo wee woo also, next part is gonna be quite rated… ;)

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Some fun One Punch Man prompts:
  • Saitama’s ordered by the HA to have a physical. His abnormal bodily functions cause the doctor to storm out angrily after his equipment explodes on Saitama.
  • Zombieman is actually eighty years old and accidentally uses “old man” slang. 

  • Genos replaces his earrings with ear tunnels. Saitama sticks his fingers in one for laughs but it gets stuck.

  • Sonic has a really weird collection of pig-related merchandise and everyone is really confused by it.

  • Fubuki and Mumen bond over their shared fear of ranking up in the Hero Association

  • Saitama grows a beard and Genos screams.

  • King plays with his action figures of himself, Genos, Saitama, Mumen and Fubuki. In his fantasies, he’s a cool superhero that likes anime and it’s not weird at all. Saitama walks in on him and ends up joining in.
  • Metal Bat takes his sister to see the latest Sweet Mask movie. To his horror, they end up sitting next to the blue-haired star himself in the theater.

  • Tatsumaki has a cat and it’s literally the only thing she truly cares about.

  • Genos gets an armor upgrade that makes him appear to be overweight. The new design gets lots of backlash, but everyone who knows him thinks he looks fine.

  • Every S-Rank actually knows King’s actually a fake. They just play along so the public will think there’s at least one more hero strong enough to be S-Class.
  • Sonic shaves his head to make him more aerodynamic. Saitama thinks he’s stealing his look.
  • Genos sucks his thumb when he sleeps because it subconsciously reminds him of a simpler, more comfortable time.
  • Sweet Mask takes a week-long break from his complicated schedule and realizes he has no idea how to have fun. He ends up barging in on King and demands he shows him how these “gaming video programs” work.

  • Genos searches for Mumen to properly thank him for trying his best fighting the Sea King.

  • One of Caped Baldy’s haters watches their own child run up to Saitama and fanboy over how cool it was when he punched a monster and saved them the other day. Saitama, as usual, is great at talking to a kid and the parent is very conflicted.

  • Saitama and Genos attend a rigged trivia game show and somehow end up winning.

  • 16-year old Genos arguing about his aesthetic to a suffering Kuseno.
Halloweenie (AU)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Reader’s Daughter Mandy

Word Count: 2,030

Warnings: Daddy!Jensen feels but he’s not her dad (you’ll understand), fluffy Dean feels

Request by @kdfrqqg: I’m thinking AU!Dean takes out the neighbor’s kid trick or treating because the kid’s mom has to work. Dean gets into dressing up and at the end of the night they divide up the candy between them while they watch scary movies until the mom comes home. Could have some fluff where Dean has a crush on the mom but he is too shy to tell her so he just does really nice things for her and her kid. She ends up making the first move.

Author’s Note: If you want to be a Queen or apart of the Dean Beans, shoot me an ask and I’ll add you!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

“Mandy, are you ready? Mommy needs to go to work!” You said with a sigh. You looked at your watch and sighed, realizing you were already running late. You were a nurse at the local hospital and you were called in on Halloween, of all days. You wished you could be the one to take your daughter out door-to-door but you would have to wait until next year.

“I’m coming!” She said, running down the hallway, her fairy wings flapping behind her. You grinned and squatted down, taking her in your arms when she ran into them.

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My sister’s cat Milla was put to sleep a two years ago because at the old age she started to have severe mental health and OCD problems, which affected not only her but the whole cat pack. Note that she was treated with utmost care since kitten, just like my sister’s other cats and pets, so her health issues weren’t due abuse or neglecting her care. She also came along with the other cats fine before her health issues.

My sister says that if you sleep on the living room floor at mom’s place (where the cats live due tenant rules), Milla sometimes walks on the mattress as a spirit. You can feel a cat walking but there’s no cat when you turn to take a look. 

I woke up this morning because a cat walked on the mattress. I turned to look who it was and it was my sister’s other cat Minna, going to the bedroom. I turned to sleep on my side and felt soon how a cat was kneading the edge of the mattress. It went on and on and I suspected it’s Minna’s brother Verti, who is a kneading machine. Then I pondered how Verti had managed to squeeze himself between my mattress and the living room’s table as he’s a BIG BOY.

I turned to look at Verti but he wasn’t there. There was no cat. Both of the cats were in the bedroom.

It’s nice to know Milla visits here every now and then. Maybe she’s the spirit Minna and Verti are staring at times, when they just stare at empty spots curiously.