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[ things youâve noticed about kenma while dating him ]
youâve been dating kenma for a few months, and youâve begun to notice 5 things that he does.
his hands
the way he always finds a way to hold your hands. you could be doing something and just feel something warm and bigger envelope your hand, letting out a hum. âkenma..â you start, closing the gap between you two.
he lets out a hum, his yellow eyes staring at you with such intensity that you began to feel warm. "um - do.. do you wanna go to the mall after you're done with whatever you're doing?" you said, smiling up at to him, feeling him drop his head on your neck, rubbing his cheeks against you, opting out a soft airy laugh out of you. "we can go now."
you blink at his words, "huh? don't you have things to do now?" you furrowed your brows. you didn't want to be a bother if he has things to do.
"i'll do them later, [name]." he said, straightening himself to his full height, tightening his grip on your hand, "let's go." he began to drag you out of the house, and you owlishly stare at him before smiling and walking beside him.
"okay!"
2. his hair
the way kenma parts his hair whenever it's becoming bothersome or when he puts it in a messy low bun or ponytail (which you gush about).
your hands gravitate to kenmas' mop of hair, letting out a sigh. "your hair is so soft, kens." you say, playing with the strands of his hair. he lets out a hum, laying back to you to get more comfortable.
"cause i take care of it." he simply said, a teasing tint to it if you squint just hard enough. you let out an offended gasp, "what are you tryin' to say?! i take very good care of my hair, thank you very much." you huff out, pursing your lips.
"do you now?" kenma looks up to you, eyes half lidded as he smiles to which you playfully slap his shoulders.
"you know i do!"
3. his eyes
the way his eyes always seem to relax whenever kenma sees you. it's quite cute! you always find a way to squish his cheeks just to see his cat like eyes stare up at you in admiration. which you look away in a flustered manner, furrowing your brows. "..you can stop looking at me."
kenma titled his head against your hold, "hm..? why not?" he mused, eyes drooping in awe and admiration. you flush at his teasing, huffing out as you let go of his cheeks. "it's makin' me not focus!" you quickly say, voice rising.
"you can do both, can't you?" he teases, a small cat like smile adorning his lips. his hands grabbing yours to lead them to his cheeks.
you flusteredly stutter out, frowning at his words. âso annoying..â you muttered out.
âbut you love me..â he mused, squeezing your hands against his.
4. his lips
the way his lips always seem to find your cheek, lips or anything to place a lovinâ kiss onto. you could be parting your hair, braiding it into twists as you felt something warm and soft on the back of your neck. âkens..â you start out slow, pursing your lips as you paused on what youâre doing. âdonât do that, your lips will be covered in castor oil, babes.â you huff out playfully, feeling him sit on the couch as you were in front of him.
âitâs fine,â kenma says, feeling his cat like eyes on your head. âdo you want me to help you finish your hair?â he asks, already getting a loose strand of your hair to twist.
âyeah, thatâll be appreciated.â
5. his nose
the way he always noticed if you used something different on your hair or used a different perfume. you could be trying out a new smell and this mf will appear outta nowhere n be like âu smell nice, are u tryinâ smth new?â while being like đ§ââïžâŠ it has been giving you mini heart attacks.
you sprayed some new perfume you bought for the summer, humming as the fruity fragrance floated around and remember the time softly played in your room.
âoh thatâs a new smell, are you trying something out?â
and you let out a shriek, turning around to face the cause of your fright. then low and below, your loving boyfriend staring and standing at you in front of your bedroom. âjesus kenma! you canât just do that!â you huff out, closin the perfume bottle to put it on top of your drawer, putting your hands on your hips as you pout.
kenma walked to you, bringing his hands to rest on your waist, bringing you closer. âsorry princess.â he hums out, not seeming that sorry as he rest his head on top of your head. you roll your eyes at him.
âsure you are kens..â
hi yâall iâm not dead!! sorry if itâs short đ„Č js been doing some stuff regarding w my personal life..! anywayss hope u enjoy this lilâ headcanon??
kaiser x reader au where kaiser is transformed into a fluffy cat by a curse. reader finds him, takes care of him, and kaiser grows to love reader. at some point, reader kisses cat kaiser on his little forehead and he returns human.
now reader keeps kissing kaiser on the forehead. he thinks it's cute, when reader actually wants to turn him back into a cat
CATBOYSSSS OUGHGHGHGHGH CATBOYSSSSSS !!!!
anyways
LIKE A CAT!
you're finding it hard to deny your attraction to kaiser nowadays. which is only a problem because you're used to him being your pet cat, not a handsome young man who you broke free from a curse with a kiss. surely there's a way to turn him back into a cat?
gender neutral reader
There has to be a way to turn him back.
âAhahaha! Awwww, darling, do you really like kissing me that much?â
There has to be.
âDo you want me to kiss you too? Is that it?â
You pushed yourself away from the man seated gleefully in front of you, distancing yourself as far as you could from him in the split second warning you had. Kaiser puckered his lips up, and the boy made exaggerated smooching noises towards you before you let out an audible gagging noise.
You should have known it was too good to be true. When a golden-furred cat showed up, abandoned in a cardboard box, outside of your door, you didnât have the heart to turn it into the shelter where he might be miserable for the rest of his days. Raising a cat would be no cheap nor easy endeavor, but whenever the kitty flashed its wide blue eyes at you or pawed at you endearingly, you had no choice but to lend your heart to the creature.
And you most definitely should have known when the cat was a little too well-behaved in comparison to other cats. You swore up and down to your friends that your cat acted like it could understand you. When you tried to name him, he vehemently clawed at you and hissed down any suggestion you had until you propped open a history book. He then proudly sauntered over, took a few glances at the page before smacking his paw twice on two different words.
Michael Kaiser.
So your cat was named. You were quick to find out how picky he was and how much of an attention-whore your newfound pet was. The moment anything didnât go his way, heâd yowl and howl at you as if you had personally conspired against him and his entire bloodline, only to be quelled over easily with some yummy treats and you promising him that he could sleep in your bed for the night, rather than the catbed you bought for him. A quick kiss would usually solve most issues you had with him, and Kaiser would melt into your lap and be the happiest feline in the world so long as you lavished your attention onto him.
It was these kisses that would be the key to unlocking your personal nightmare. You werenât even exactly sure how it happened. One moment you were playing with your pet, wiggling Kaiserâs favorite toy and smothering his face with smooches, and next thing you knew, you were flat on the ground with a full-grown man sitting on top of you.
After a great deal of screaming, some threats to call the police, and hours of explanation followed by even more intense questioning, you were finally able to meet the real Michael Kaiser. The cursed-to-turn-into-a-cat Kaiser. The cursed-until-kissed-on-the-forehead Kaiser. The kiss-has-to-one-of-true-love Kaiser.
He insisted that he was in your debt and became a roommate as equally selfish as the feline partner you had grown used to, and while you wouldnât mind hosting him, you wondered if there was a way to turn him back. After all, a cat was soooooo much cuter than some man who ate all your food and acted like he owned the place.Â
âCâmon,â Kaiserâs voice broke you out of your thoughts. A poised hand cupped your face, and you held your breath as the man drew closer. A pair of golden-blue ombre cat ears twitched atop his head, clearly amused by the flustered reaction he drew out of you. âYouâre always showering me with kisses. Thereâs nothing wrong with me returning the favor, is there?â
âY-Youâve got the wrong idea!â You spluttered, waving your arms to signal your surrender. âIâm doing uh- uhhhh- a science experiment! Yeah, a science experiment of sorts!â
There was no way you could tell him that you were actively trying to turn him back into a cat. It was clear the man was absolutely smitten with you: constantly draping himself all over you, waking you up by stroking your face and hair, teasing you about how stupid humans were in comparison to cats⊠You werenât sure how heâd take it if he found out that you were less keen on having him as a human lover as much as an adorable kittypet.Â
Kaiser raised an eyebrow as if he wasnât convinced, but he didnât press on any further. âWell, darling, if youâre ever interested in having your favors returned⊠You only need to say the word.â
He winked at you sweetly, and you cursed yourself for the way your heart skipped a beat. You hated how ridiculously attractive this man was, enough to make your face heat up and your palms sweat. You debated going to a religious leader the first week after he turned into a man, wondering if being attracted to your former-cat-now-hot-ikemen roommate was some kind of sin. Or if itâd make you a furry. Youâd spent hours surfing the web for any answers, only to come up with nothing.
But your attraction to him was there nonetheless. You couldnât tell if Kaiser got careless on purpose or genuinely, having gotten used to life as a cat and all, but there were times he surprised you in the most unconventional ways. Heâd rub his cheeks against you possessively, and if you tried to refuse, heâd simply pin you down on the nearest flat surface and affectionately rub his face all over yours until he was satisfied.Â
(You later found out that that was how cats marked their territory.)
Sometimes heâd straight up wander around butt naked, and when youâd throw him some clothes and yell at him, heâd only grumble back about how dumb it was to even be clothed in the first place. You ended up having to wrestle him into a t-shirt and sweatpants, which only led to Kaiser misinterpreting that as a form of love-induced play fighting and ended up with him tackling you for half an hour straight.
But the worst of it all had to be how downright handsome he was. Even as a cat, you had to admit he was beautiful. You debated on whether or not you should enter him as a showcat. His golden fur was more like a beautiful lionâs than that of a cat, and his icy blue eyes peered up at you with swirling mischief and unmistakable fondness every time you entered his sight. He knew just what to do in order to tug at your heartstrings, and every time you saw your beloved kitty waiting patiently for you to return by the door, your heart melted.
His gorgeous features were only more accentuated as a human. He was so, so fit, with a body that could put any of the celebrities you ogled at on social media to shame. Every time he stepped out of a shower with barely anything on, all you could do was hide behind your phone and stare awestruck at his toned chest and sculpted abs. The little streams of water that ran down his bare skin did little to keep your head calm, and whenever the young man swept his long hair back, your stomach did somersaults.Â
You never knew that Kaiser had a tattoo either, not until he turned human. He teased you relentlessly about it, asking if you liked seeing it and if you were interested in getting a matching one. The blue was a stunning copy of his pretty eyes, and when he was fast asleep, curled up next to you in bed, your fingers itched to trace over all the swirling thorns and stems. Ever since he found out that you had taken such a liking to his tattoo, Kaiser went out of his way to show it off to you whenever he can, just like how he nagged you to constantly brush and smooth out his sleek fur when he was a cat.
âNo thanks,â you quickly refused. You squirmed out of his grasp, awkwardly trying to wriggle off of the couch you were sitting on with him. It was a forehead kiss that undid the curse and turned him back into a man. Maybe there was a way for you to reverse the curse reversal. Maybe if you kissed him on the forehead enough, heâd go from being the suave yet irritating man he was back into the cat youâd grown to love. âThe last thing I need from you is a kiss.â
He raised an eyebrow. âAre you sure? If my research about human courtship is correct, kisses usually indicate a romantic interest. And youâve been doing nothing but kissing me all day, every day.â
Heat rushed to your face again, and you instinctively got defensive. Even if you were harboring a bit of a crush on your pet-roommate-amalgamation, youâd never admit it out loud to someone as conceited as him. âDid you not hear me earlier? I said it was for a science experiment!â
âIâm not convinced at all, darling,â he cooed. Your stomach twisted into a flurry of nerves at his slightly lowered eyes and the seductive batting of his long lashes. He chuckled, bright eyes lighting up like a predator closing in on its helpless prey, and your mouth went dry as he crawled over to where you were sprawled out onto the couch.Â
You gulped when he placed a hand on either side of your head, easily looming over you and casting a shadow onto your form.Â
You clenched your eyes shut as Kaiser closed in, and the boy bit down on the tip of your nose playfully. You yelped at the sudden stinging pain, and he laughed haughtily to himself watching you squirm and bat at his chest to no avail.
âCats donât like it when their prey doesn't fight back. Weâre natural born hunters, you know. Weak prey means it's usually not worth our time. We like it when you struggle a bit, make us fight for our prizeâŠâ He traced a finger down your jawline, and you swore your heart was going to give out right there and then. The strict logic in your brain to always keep him at an armâs distance wavered, and for that split second, Kaiser knew that he had you playing around in the palm of his hand. âAnd, boy, youâve done nothing but make me really work for it. Was it fun? Hmmm? Pushing me away when you loved me so shamelessly as a cat?â
âThatâs not-!â You knew deep down that your denial would only take you so far. Kaiser was hungry, starved, for your love, and only feeding him crumbs seemed to make him that much more ravenous to take from you.Â
âGo ahead. Iâm listening,â he purred. âIf you can really tell me that you donât feel the same way as I do, Iâll back off. Iâm not interested in forcing someone to love me against their own will.â
You paused, biting your lip. Your gaze wavered, unable to look him straight in the face. The more tenacious part of your mind screamed at you to deny him, to cast him aside as you always had ever since his transformation, but the tightness welling up in your chest told another story. Your hands weakened their grip against his chest, and Kaiser grinned triumphantly to himself as he gobbled up the way you averted your eyes and hung your head.
âSee? Thatâs more like it.â He leaned down, and with his sharp teeth, he nipped at your neck. You cried out once more, and you could feel him smirk into your skin as he lapped over the small bite marks he left you. âYouâre so cute when youâre finally being honest.â
âIâll get you for this, Kaiser, I will!â You swore vehemently. âIâm not going to lose to you like this!â
His fingers ghosted over your lips, and your words died in your throat when he pressed his thumb down your bottom lip. You swallowed thickly, only able to stare up at him as he bridged the gap between the two of you in one swift movement.Â
His eyes sparkled like pure diamonds. âYouâve already fallen for me once, darling. Itâll be a piece of cake to make you fall for me again.â
a helpful slideshow created by my friend @the-celestial-bitch and her sister who can no longer access her blog from her country and has asked me to post in her stead instead
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this is a direct response to all the people whose reaction to whatâs happening in iran is a calling them islamophobic and blocking them, furthering the oppression theyâre experiencing by the governmentâs hands. please read this, and repost it on Twitter or Instagram and stop the misinformation from spreading
ah in that case, would you be willing to do scott malkinson at all? I'm obsessed with jealousy headcannons and the like if that helps hehe
omg sure!! terribly sorry for the late reply!! and sorry if i got his personality or anything wrong!! and really sorry for how short it is..
SCOTT MALKINSON X READER - JEALOUSY HEADCANONS - A SHORT FANFIC!!
typos and cringe?? possibly..Â
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Scott of course would furrow his brows whenever he gets this feeling. He knows he shouldnât really be feelinâ like this whenever you hang out with other people!Â
Youâre your own person for crying out loud!Â
But.. It shouldnât really be that bad whenever he asks you to stay a bit longer, considering how lonely he gets since no one really hangs out with him.
Scott would ultimately discard those type of thoughts, feeling guilty. He shouldnât be thinking this way! Youâre his friend/partner!
So, this will lead up to Scott not saying anything and his usually smile would tighten a bit whenever you mention someone else or hang out with them.Â
This will lead up to you noticing something off with your friend/partner! So, like any good person youâd talk to him about it.Â
âScott?â
âMhm?â
â..Are you okay?â You asked, furrowing your brows as you watch Scottâs facial expression tighten a bit at the question before sighing.Â
â..No.â
âYou wanna talk about it?â To which he nods.Â
Which will end up Scott talking about his feelings and his slight insecurity about you leaving him. And youâll roll your eyes at this, bringing him closer for a hug.Â
âIâm not gonna leave you for someone else.â You said, tighten the hug a bit to prove your point. âAre you sure?â Scott asked, his face buried in your shoulder, his hair tickling you.Â
âMhm! And why would I?â You playfully mused, Scott hugging you tighter as he let out an airy laugh.Â
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