the table is on the cat

AU Enjolras headcanons.

AU Enjolras headcanons.

  • Often lies awake at night wishing he’s said something different.
  • Find it hard to get comfortable before falling asleep.
  • Always carries a notebook with him
  • But always forgets a pen
  • Good job Jehan’s always around.

Originally posted by byaseashore

  • Sings to Beyonce in the shower.
  • Loves old books and hardly ever reads anything new
  • Likes movies
  • But never find the time to watch any
  • Has a collection of old records which he only gets our to impress Grantaire.
  • Own’s more than one pair of doc martens

Originally posted by hossvinyl

  • Only ever wears red socks.
  • Has like 5 french flags in his small flat
  • Has one house plant which he looks after very well.
  • And a cat
  • called Patria
  • Who Enj loves very much.
  • There’s always an open bottle of wine of the table
  • Just in case he gets a surprise visit

Originally posted by indieultra

  • Loves the smell of clean sheets
  • Wears a lot of red jumpers
  • Is at all the protests
  • Salty pansexual
  • Has the fluffiest bed hair ever
  • Struts more than walks

Originally posted by iwillalwayswantyounexttome

  • Is really sarcastic
  • Rolls his eyes more than 20 times per day
  • Has the most adorable giggle
  • That he gets really embarrassed by.
  • Blushes really easily.
  • Complains when no one pays him attention
  • Secretly loves cuddles.
  • Grimroth: Ratchet.
  • Ratchet, wordlessly pushing a glass of water to the edge of the table:
  • Grimroth: Ratchet, please.
  • Ratchet, making unblinking eye contact while continuing to push a glass of water to the edge of the table:
  • Grimroth: This is ridiculous.
  • Ratchet, making unblinking eye contact while continuing to push a glass of water to the edge of the table:
  • Glass: *tip*
  • Glass: *spoomf*
  • Grimroth: Ratchet, I-
  • Ratchet, wordlessly pushing another glass of water to the edge of the table:
  • Grimroth: *sigh*

anonymous asked:

May I request a scenario with Aizawa and his s/o watching cat videos.

Sure thing! I hope I could write it well enough and that you like it =)


They sit together on the couch, the laptop pulled close on the coffee table and Aizawa has an arm comfortably around his partner’s shoulder. They are cuddled up to his side and have spread a blanket over both of them.

On the laptop they watch cat video after cat video, relaxing and chuckling or smiling, as they watch kittens chase balls or grown cats climb trees and cuddle with their owners.

“We need a cat too.” His partner murmurs, letting their head rest on his shoulder.

Aizawa hums in agreement, pressing a light kiss to his love’s temple. They smile against his shirt and click on the next video.

“Oh, we could get a fluffy one.” They say, once they see the longhaired cat that’s brushing along the feet of the cameraman.

“Maybe two cats wouldn’t be bad.” Aizawa suggests. “They could keep each other company if we have to work longer.”

His partner grins. “That’s a good idea.”

And even if they maybe won’t get a cat right away or in the next couple of weeks, they bounce around ideas and browse through all the different videos they can find. Aizawa feels content just talking about it and secretly happy at the prospect of actually getting a cat with this partner at some point in the future.

ivecarvedawoodenheart  asked:

Bucky + children in a non creepy way

“What’cha doin?”

Holy shhh–” ‘shit’ almost passed his lips but when Bucky saw a little kid with blue glasses staring at him, he caught himself. “Shoe strings!

‘Casing the joint’ was not a proper answer to a seven year old, so Bucky, being the intelligent adult he was, turned the tables on the kid. “Where are your parents?”

The little kid pointed without taking his eyes off Bucky, and Bucky saw a couple buying street tacos across the street, seemingly unaware their small child had wandered off.

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk to strangers?”

The kid smiled. “You know Captain America.”

“No I don’t. I’m a scary homeless guy and I’m gonna steal all your pennies. Go away.”

“Where is Captain America? Is he here?”

“What? No. He’s…” Bucky flung his hand in the air dismissively, when he looked away he actually locked eyes with Sam, who was mouthing ‘what the fuck’ at him from a patio table at Starbucks. “Look, your parents are about to freak out if you don’t go back over there.”

“Okay…” The kid went from adorable smiling to ready to cry for three hours in less than half a second.

“Seriously. Go. They bought you tacos or something.”

Then the kid turned on his heels and went to cross the street. Bucky never moved so fast in his entire life as he flung himself at the kid and grabbed him before he walked straight out in front of traffic. “Look both ways, kid!” he scolded him.

Then the kid started wailing and Bucky took him by the hand and walked him safely across the street. It seemed his parents were too distracted by street tacos and hadn’t realized their child Steven had left.

Sid & the Missing Cat

The sun had set, and I sat at my dressing table. As I carefully removed the bobby pins from my hair, loose ringlets fell, draping over each shoulder. I stood slowly, and walked towards my closet to choose my nightgown for the evening. A soft knock disrupted me, and I moved to answer it.

“Nico?” I asked, immediately aware of the air of tension surrounding him.

“Princess, Michaelangelo is missing!” Nico said in a rush.

His fingers took hold of my wrist, pulling me out of my chambers.

My eyes widened, as I hurried behind him, “Wait, he’s missing?”

               As the two of us ran out of the palace, we encountered Leo, walking in the opposite direction.

“Leo, Michaelangelo is lost, we think he got outside!” Nico shouted, still holding my wrist firmly in his grip.

Leo pivoted on his heels, and chased after Nico and I, “Michaelangelo got out?”

I couldn’t help but wonder, He’s been in the palace all this time, and he’s never once gotten outside?

Nico seemed to hear my thoughts, “Yea, he’s probably in the garden like last time, but it’s getting dark!”

               The cool breeze wafted around us before we exited the castle. In the gardens, several figures were carrying lanterns to search for the missing feline. The urgency in our footsteps dissipated at the sight of a couple dozen palace staff members all wandering around looking for Michaelangelo. Nico loosened his grasp on my wrist, and the three of us paused to take a lantern for ourselves. Leo took the initiative to light it, holding it before us.

“Alright, if you were a cat, Princess, where would you be?” Leo asked, grinning.

“Hmm, I’d probably be sneaking around the flower beds,” I replied.

“There’s some over here, we can look through,” Nico suggested, pointing to a vacant area.

               We turned, and Leo stood in front, lighting the way to the flowers.

“Hey, what’s goin’ on here?” A voice asked behind us.

Leo directed the lantern at the shadowy figure, illuminating Sid’s face.

“Better point that somewhere else, Leo,” Sid threatened.

“Why are you here, Sid?” Nico asked, skeptically.

Sid took a step toward Nico, towering over his pink hair.

“I’m just doin’ my job,” Sid responded. “Where’s Giles?”

“Um, his cat Michaelangelo is out here, and we’re all looking for him.” I said, quietly.

“Yea, so if you’re not here to help, I’m afraid you’ll just have to come back another time,” Leo said, clearly annoyed.

Sid tilted his head a moment, thinking it over. “Sure, hand me that lantern.” He said, reaching to take the lantern from Leo’s hand.

Leo and Sid locked eyes momentarily, before Leo shrugged and passed Sid the lantern.

               Together, we all started walking towards the flowers to find Michaelangelo.

“Here, Kitty!” Nico called.

I snapped my fingers, and looked around for a pair of green shiny eyes.

Leo sighed, “We’ve got to find this cat.”

Sid swung the lantern side-to-side, casting long beams of light over the trees.

“Ya know,” Sid spoke in a low voice, “This reminds me of a story I once heard.”

“Oh?” I asked, facing Sid, “What story?”

Sid smiled mischievously, “You used to live in town, Princess, I’m sure you know of it.”

Nico sped up his pace, stepping between Sid and I, “Tell us.”

Leo stayed behind, peeking into the bushes and watching for Michaelangelo to poke his head out.

               Sid began to tell his story, “This one time, a girl went looking for her pet, and it started to get real dark out.”

Nico and I stood close, listening to Sid’s tale.

“Anyway,” Sid continued, “There had been recent kidnappings in the area, but she just couldn’t stand to be without her cat.”

Leo sighed, disappointed at the turn of events, “I haven’t found him, yet.”

Nico turned to Leo, “Sid’s telling us a story.”

Sid smiled, “That’s right, so as I was saying… The girl went out into the woods, and she kept calling for her kitty, but it never came.”

I rolled my eyes, “Oh, come on, Sid.”

“What? You feelin’ scared, Princess?” Sid asked, looping one arm around me.

I wriggled under his arm, “No, but we need to find Michaelangelo.”

Sid sighed, “Let me finish up really quick. So, as the girl looks for the cat, and she hears footsteps behind her.”

Leo, Nico and I stood in silence, awaiting the dramatic conclusion.

“In front of her, she sees her cat, and it’s hissing really loud,” Sid said, “And she turns around, and there’s a man— with his face shrouded in darkness—reaching out for her.”

Nico shivered, peering around.

“We should get back to the search,” I said, watching the other lanterns in the distance bobbing up and down.

Leo smiled, “Yes, let’s please get back to finding Michaelangelo.”

               We walked further into the gardens, looking into every bush and up every tree. Up ahead one of the lights stopped moving, and I stepped closer to it.

“Did you find him?” Nico asked.

“No, I think someone else might have, though.” I replied, cautiously walking ahead of my group.

               When I reached the lantern, it was placed on the ground, and nobody was around it. The hair on my neck stood straight up, and I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around expecting to see Sid, Leo or Nico, but instead I saw a figure a few feet away from me. The shadowy figure had its arms crossed and approached me at a steady pace. I moved backward, tripping over the discarded lantern and tumbling to the ground. The lantern burnt out as it toppled over beneath me. I winced at the pain.

“Princess!”

Suddenly, the figure’s outline was lit by Sid’s lantern, as the others came towards us.

“Giles!” I exclaimed, my heart still hammering in my chest.

I let out a brief laugh, “You found Michaelangelo!”

Giles held the black kitty in his arms, cradled against his chest.

“I believe he twisted his paw—he was limping when I found him,” Giles explained, nuzzling into the cat’s cheek.

Aww, Giles. I thought, watching him coddle Michaelangelo.

Sid and Leo were beside me then.

Sid passed the lantern to Leo, and extended his hand to me. Nico stood beside Giles, as they began turning back towards the palace.

“You okay, Princess?” Sid asked, when I was back on my feet.

“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you,” I replied, still wincing from the pain in my leg.

I’m sure to have a scratch or two after that fall, I thought.

Leo stood on my other side, “I’ll walk you back to your chambers, Princess.”

I chewed on my lip, and glanced at Sid. “Actually Leo, Sid has arranged to bring me back.”

Leo wore a pained expression, before passing back the lantern to Sid.

“I’ll go discuss your schedule for tomorrow with Giles, then,” Leo responded, bowing slightly as he ran ahead.

               When Leo was out of earshot, Sid touched my shoulder.

“Why did you lie to Leo?” He asked, unusually serious.

“Well, Sid, I didn’t particularly care for your blasé attitude as we were on a search mission.” I spat at him.

Sid took a step back, “I was lightening the mood! Everything is so serious with you!”

I scowled at him, “If that’s the case, then everything is a game to you!”

Sid stopped walking, placing his palm to his forehead.

“Tell me something, Princess– Are you ever going to enjoy yourself?”

I frowned at him, feeling my pulse rising. “Perhaps the reason I can’t enjoy myself is because you make me behave as the adult—always!”

Tears began to prickle behind my eyes, and I turned my head and began storming angrily towards the castle.

Sid sighed, and waited a couple minutes before chasing after me.

He held the lantern in front of my face, viewing the tears dripping from my eyes.

“Hey, hey,” Sid said, reaching out for my arm.

I stood still, my face still turned away from him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He asked, holding my hand.

I sighed, and took in a deep breath, to steady my breathing.

“It’s just—when I’m around you, ya know? I feel comfortable, like I can be my real self.” Sid explained.

“Like,” he went on, “I finally found someone who appreciates my funny, childish side.”

I choked back another sob, and bit my lip.

“I know I can take it too far, like tonight, but I don’t want you to think that I can’t be serious.”

I stared at him, taking in his words, as my breathing became more regular.

“Princess,” he said, smiling at me. “I just want to know that a life with you will be more than serious diplomatic situations, and stuffy galas.”

               After Sid’s speech, his placed the lantern on the ground beside us, and held me close.

I looked up into the trees, and saw the crescent moon shining above us. I smiled at Sid, wiping the remaining tears from my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice hoarse from crying. “I know you never had a chance to be a regular kid.”

Sid kissed my lips softly, “I love you.”

I nuzzled into his chest, “I love you, too.”

***

               In my bed chambers, I sorted through my closet and selected my nightgown. Sid stood by my doorway, waiting for an invitation to stay.

“Sid,” I said, turning to face him.

He looked up at me with a faint smile, “Yes?”

I sat down, not yet willing to say goodbye, but still not ready for him to stay.

“Come sit by me,” I said.

Sid sat down carefully on the bed beside me.

“You came here on business tonight, didn’t you?” I asked, curious about the nation’s gossip.

Sid chuckled, “Heh, yeah, but it’s nothing serious.”

I watched as his face went pink, and I decided not to press on it.

He leaned in, and cupped my face in his hand and kissed me.

I leaned into him, my head spinning from his kisses.

“Sid,” I said, pulling back, “You know the rules.”

He nodded, “Yea, I know.”

With one last peck on the cheek, he walked toward the door.

“I really do love you, ya know,” Sid said, one hand on the door handle.

I smiled at him, “I know, I love you.”

The door gently closed, and my heart went with him. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.