MEANT TO BE MINE

Sebastian ~Love~

Author's Note:  *****IMPORTANT****** I'm back to occasionally writing fanfiction again, but not like I used to.  I'm only making fanfiction of characters who are 18+, aged up to 18+, and the reader as well is 18+. I am in my early twenties and am not comfortable writing fanfictions how I would in my mid to late teens. With that being said-FEEL FREE TO REQUEST SOME ONE-SHOTS. 

Author Note 2 -but just for anyone who wants to hear about me personally-

Wow, it's felt like years since I've written a yandere one-shot. I started writing these when I was in my mid to late teens and now I'm in my early twenties. It's crazy how it just seems like yesterday I was in high school writing and now I've graduated for some time. Life happened, I got burnt out on writing, and I felt like writing these for some time was just made for teens-but there's all kinds of fanfiction out there for people of all ages in various different forms. As well as, reading stuff where you are in a completely different place as well as being a writer focusing on things other than life-can both be a good break. I'm going to have to get back in the hang out how to write and format and how all this stuff works again-so bare with me. So, ya I'm back to writing on occasion. I remember some of us used to talk a bit on here, but Idk if your still around. I remember the person I who said they had a bad home life and reading my stuff helped them have a 'break' from that as well as another writer who I encouraged through her yandere Levi book. I haven't forgotten you guys. If anyone does have any questions for me relating to content, requests, and/or you just wanna know something about me feel free to ask in the comments. With that being said-fanfiction time brought to you by a much older no-longer-weabooish-me.

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As you were approaching the last street to your house you saw a cat taking shelter at the corner shop next to an alley way. You looked down the alley way to see if anything sketchy was going on, but it was clear. You looked down at the fluffy black cat that stared back at you with yellow almost glowing eyes. This cat looked like it could be on the cover of a horror movie. Meow. The sweet meow followed by the cat brushing against your leg made you mentally add the 'the wrongfully judged character that's actually a good guy' stereotype. Either way, you weren't gonna let this cat get drenched in the rain if you could help it. You pet the top of it's head, the cat pressing the side of it's face against you. This cat seemed very friendly, maybe it belonged to someone in the area and got out? You would have it checked at the vet tomorrow then post on the community animal shelter 'missing pets' page. You carefully tried to pick up the cat, it happily cuddled up to your body. 

After a few minutes you were home, setting the black floof of a cat down on the floor. You began emptying your pockets and setting down the single bag that had slid down to your inner elbow on the counter. You began hearing the kittens meow from the other room-ready to have their dinner. It made you sad that in a week they would be all going to different homes, but it gave you room to care for more kittens and cats-such as the black cat rubbing on your leg now. You looked down and smiled at the cat, petting it on it's head. You leaned up to grab the few cans of cat food to feed the cats. You hadn't expected another cat to feed over the weekend, but you didn't mind returning to the store to get more if needed-you had to get out tomorrow to see if it belonged to anyone. You placed a couple cans on a plate, then a single can on another plate for the black cat. 

"If you're still hungry after this, I still have some hard food in the cabniet." You speak, setting down the plate of food. "The other cans are for the kittens tomorrow morning."

The cat meowed in response, happily eating the chicken flavored food. You always wondered if cats could understand humans or not. Maybe they just replied when they wanted. Either way you lived alone as far as humans go, so it made you feel less lonely to have mostly one sided conversations with the cats. You opened the door to your foster room that doubled as your recording area. Three loud meowing faces greeted you. You wish you could give them free rain of the house, but between them still being potty trained, long hours at work, and the random extra cat you would foster-it was best to have their own area.