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oharaslove · 5 months ago

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Miguel O'hara as a cat

summary: After the events of your boyfriend becoming a cat, you decided to get a normal cat. Would the two kitties get along?

word count: 5.2k

warnings: Miguel x !Spider fem Reader, fluff, nothing else???

I am so so sorry for the wait!! I had many ideas and I couldn't find the words or the way to connect them. Also there was a lot going on and I couldn't find time to properly sit and write. Anyway, hope you enjoy!!! This is the last part, then I'll post the bonuses next week!!!

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PART 3

It’s been 2 weeks since the whole cat accident. Thankfully, no one heard about it, only Miguel, Lyla and you knew about it. Even though you had gotten angry at the AI for taking pictures, you have to admit that she kept her word and the photos were kept hidden. Besides, it was funny seeing Miguel as a Maine Coon, although he didn’t think so, and he still thought he wasn’t a cat. The audacity of that man.

For the other part, Miguel hasn’t stopped working, it seemed like he was trying to make up for lost time, even though it was at most two days he was out of duty, but that’s your boyfriend, a workaholic at his best.

With all the work Miguel had been doing, he totally forgot about you wanting to adopt a cat. In all honestly, you had forgotten too. The last two weeks had been swarmed with anomalies here and there, no time to stop and think or rest completely. Your mind always racing and alert, battling between your own villains at home and the ones that didn’t belong across the multiverse.

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“Miguel, there’s an anomaly on Earth-98393A.” Lyla informed, appearing in front of her boss.

Miguel groaned, running his hand through his messy hair. With the amount of anomalies, he wasn’t running out of teams to send.

“Is there someone available?” he asked.

“Let me check” Lyla answered, pulling out her holographic tablet, and scrolling through it. “It seems like everyone is deployed, in the infirmary recovering or its their day off.”

Miguel massage the sides of his head, before pulling lightly on his hair.

“Call y/n” Miguel said. “We are going together.”

“On it!�� the AI responded.

The gizmo rang a couple a seconds until you appeared in front of Miguel. It seemed like you were in the middle of something.

“Hi Miggy!!” you sang, a little out of breath.

“Hola amor. ¿Estás bien?” (Hi love. Are you okay?)

“I’m in-,” your face went out of frame, sounds of a fight taking over. “-the middle-,” an explosion was heard, and then some grunting and punching. “-of something.” you finished, sighing, and then beaming into the camera. “What’s up?”

“Am I interrupting something?” Miguel asked, a smirk forming on his lips.

“What do you think?” you questioned back, rolling your eyes, before smiling at him.

“There is an anomaly we have to take care of.”

“Okay, gimme a minute.” you groaned. “I have to-”

A giant object flew over your head, luckily, your spidey-senses warned you about it.

“Hey!” you snapped. “Rhino, I am busy over here. Can’t you wait for a single minute?” you rolled your eyes, and looked at Miguel. “Be there in a minute. Love ya. Mwah” you blew a kiss before hanging up.

“Lyla, status on the anomaly?” Miguel asked.

“It is causing a lot of trouble.” the AI answered. “I suggest you go now. Once your little girlfriend comes around, I’ll inform her.”

“Okay, let me know when she arrives.”

Miguel opened a portal to Earth-98393A using his gizmo. As soon as it opened he went through.

“Another day of work” he sighed, stretching his arms.

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The fight was not going good.

Maybe he should have asked Lyla what he was facing.

Maybe Miguel should have listened to you when you said the sleep deprivation was going to bite him in the ass.

Maybe he should have not listened to Lyla and wait for you to arrive.

Maybe you should fucking hurry and help him. What was taking you so long??

THREE FRICKING ANOMALIES. That was what he was fighting.

Yes. Miguel was a big guy, he was a really strong Spider-man, but everyone has limits, and he has reached them minutes ago.

A vulture, a Rhino and a kind of symbiote had him cornered. Miguel took punch after punch, kick after kick, blow after blow.

After a kick to the gut, he fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.

“Lyla” he groaned. “Where is y/n?”

He managed to roll over to the right, just as the Rhino rammed into the wall behind of where he just was.

“I called her again, telling her it was an emergency” Lyla answered.

He stood up, groaning, still clutching his middle. There was internal bleeding and external bleeding, everything was aching, he didn’t know how many more punches he could take.

He was feeling dizzy, his senses not there 100%.

Thanks to that, the vulture managed to surprise him. He flew right into him, grabbing his middle and smacking him into the wall.

Miguel’s body was pressed against the wall and the Vulture. Nowhere to go.

His mind was slipping in and out of consciousness. The pressure on his chest preventing him from breathing properly.

The vulture grabbed his head and smashed it into the wall, and he kept it there.

“Well, well, Spider-man” the vulture said. “No so unstoppable now, huh?” He laughed, throwing his head back.

“What are we gonna do with you?” the symbiote hissed.

From the corner of his left, swollen eye, he thought he had seen an object levitating, but given his condition, he was probably hallucinating.

“Please” he whimpered, too beat up to form more words.

“Pleading, already?” Rhino mocked him.

“You will be pleading once I am done with you all” you said, standing behind them. Jess and Peter B accompanying you.

Each one of you took a target, getting them away from Miguel. You grabbed the vulture’s wings and threw him back, making him let go of Miguel.

Miguel fell to the ground, breathing heavily, putting a hand to his chest.

You rushed to his side, checking for serious injuries, but not seeing any major one.

“Hand in there Migs” you whispered, rubbing his shoulder lightly. “Once we are done I am taking you to the infirmary of HQ, no complaining, ‘kay?” you said sternly, before kissing his cheek and running to get the job back.

Not long after you were gone, Miguel passed out.

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“I got him, I got him, thanks Jess” Miguel heard you say, and then he felt you placed him gently into a soft surface, presumably and infirmary bed.

Before slipping out of consciousness again, he heard some mumbling. Two people having a conversation, but he couldn’t make up the words. And then a meow. Was that a cat?.

Before he could give much thought to that, he passed out, yet again.

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Miguel opened his eyes slowly. A ray of sunshine hitting him straight in the face through the semi-open curtains. He squinted, trying to get used to the light and make sense of where he was.

He rubbed his eyes slowly, noticing cables attached to his hands.

The sound of the heart machine giving him an idea of where he was.

He threw his head back, hitting the pillow and sighed. He hated being on the hospital, he dreaded it.

Looking to the side, expecting to see you sitting on a chair, he was met with a surprising sight.

A cat. A CAT??

What the hell is a cat doing in here? he thought, the only cat being able to roam the society being Spider-cat.

He frowned, watching how the unfamiliar animal slept peacefully, unaware that the person beside him, didn’t like him.

Once he heard the door open, he snapped his head towards it.

There you were, beautiful as always. You were too focus on the food tray on your hands to notice Miguel’s gaze.

“Hola hermosa”. he said groggily. (Hi beautiful)

The shock almost made you drop everything. Miguel giggled at the sight.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, balancing the food on your hands.

You rushed to place the tray on the table, before gently approaching your boyfriend, not wanting to startle him.

“Hi baby” you whispered, gently caressing his face, avoiding the various little scars that adorned it.

Miguel grabbed your wrist, nestling his face harder into the palm of your hand.

“Mmm” he mumbled, still too weak to have a long conversation.

You giggled, his sleepiness reminding you of the morning before he turned into a cat.

“You were out for a day.” you informed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his messy pillow hair. You bent down, peppering the crown of his head with kisses, and then his other cheek. “Do you want food?” you asked

Miguel gently nodded into your hand, letting go of your wrist. His eyes fluttering open.

As you turned around, walking towards the tray, Miguel remembered the other living creature on the room.

“Whose cat is that?” he questioned.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Miguel saw you tense up, before quickly relaxing. You grabbed the tray of food, and turned.

Your gaze was fixated on the food on your hands, avoiding his. You looked guilty.

“Can you eat for yourself or you need help?” you mumbled, trying to change the conversation.

Miguel arched his eyebrow. “Don’t change the conversation darling. What’s the cat doing here?”

As in cue, the cat woke up, stretching his whole body on the chair.

You placed the tray on Miguel’s lap, before retracting your hands and playing with them, stretching the sleeves of your sweater.

“The food will get cold” you urged him.

Miguel kept looking at you, without breaking eye contact, while you were looking everywhere, except his eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the caught move. Miguel turned his head towards him, watching the cat leap from the chair and land beside your feet.

He groomed himself a little, before sitting on his back legs and meowing right at you. He did that for a couple of seconds. You were trying to resist the urge to pet him and grab him, but that would make Miguel know he was yours.

Cheese, as you called him, grew tired of you not paying attention to him, so he stood up and rubbed his whole body on your legs, headbutting you repeatedly.

“Well,” Miguel said smirking. “that answers the question.”

You groaned, covering your face.

“I’m sorry” you said through your hands.

“So this is why you took so long?” Miguel questioned crossing his arms over his chest, wincing in pain at the action.

“Be careful.” you warned, concern lasing your voice. “And NO! How could you say that?” you defended yourself.

You reached down, grabbing the orange cat. He purred instantly, nestling himself in your chest. Miguel could already feel jealousy bubbling on his own.

“I just,” you began explaining yourself, walking slowly towards Miguel’s bed. “when you called, I was fighting my own Rhino. I admit it took longer than I expected, and I apologize for that. I took you for granted, I am so so sorry, I thought you could handle whatever it was for a few more minutes by yourself.” You bent down and kissed Miguel’s lips, slowly, trying to pour all your love into it. You pulled away slowly, your head resting against his. “Perdón mi vida.” (Sorry my life)

“It’s okay” Miguel whispered back.

“MEOOOWW” the cat squealed, clearly not being happy being squished between you too.

Miguel frowned again. He suspected that this wasn’t going to be the last time the cat was going to interrupt a nice moment between him and his girlfriend.

And it wasn’t

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Despite Miguel’s complains, the cat stayed with you. You had explained how and where you had found him and how you were all he had in your world. Besides, you knew he couldn’t resist your puppy eyes, and you also reminded him of him agreeing back when he was a cat.

The only rule was that you couldn’t bring the cat to work, precisely, you couldn’t leave him alone with it.

Did you stick to your word? No, not at all. You honestly did what you pleased, and Miguel could only deal with it. To be honest, he would do and endure anything for you. How bad was dealing with a cat? There could be worse things.

Or that’s what he thought.

Cheese was a male orange cat, meaning, Miguel and him were constantly battling for your attention and affection. Again, for someone who claims he is not a cat… he sure acts like it when he needs to assert dominance.

For instance, there was a morning…

Miguel had stayed at your place, after you constantly begging him to take a break the night before. He gave in, not taking into account that that daemon was going to be accompanying you both.

With you, he was a saint. Always dropping on his back, exposing his fluffy stomach to you, begging you for pets, claiming all your undivided attention.

But once you left the room? The fight would begin. Miguel and him stared at each other, not breaking eye contact. Neither of them attempting to move, to cave in, to surrender.

“I brought food!” you sang, always smiling, unaware of the war taking place right in front of you.

Your two kitties snapped their heads towards you. Both jumping, standing on their feet to try to reach you first.

Thanks to his stature and long legs, Miguel managed to catch your attention first. He took his plate and that monsters food off your hands, placing his on the table beside him and the other quickly on the floor, before scoping you in his arms.

“Miguel!” you squealed, body flushed to his, arms wrapping around his neck.

Miguel swung you around, your feet not touching the ground. You giggled loudly, stomach hurting, throwing your head back.

Miguel took the opportunity to kiss your neck, producing even more happy sounds.

“Migss!” you laughed.

Your boyfriend stopped spinning around, and set you on your feet, giving you a tight hug. Your head on his chest and his on top of yours. Cheese was behind you, staring at the scene with an angry face.

Miguel noticed him and stuck his tongue out at him. Cheese bared his fangs in response, hissing. Miguel hissed back, also baring his fangs, clutching you harder.

“What was that?” you asked innocently.

“Nothing mi amor.” he answered quickly. (my love)

You squinted your eyes, being suspicious.

Cheese meowed behind you.

“He must not like his food” you said, trying to pull back from Miguel, but he pushed you against him harder.

“It is the same food from yesterday night.” he grumbled, clearly annoyed by the cat’s tactics to get your attention.

“Yes, but-”

“But nothing.” he cut you off. “He can eat by himself, while we enjoy our meal.”

You pouted, but accepted. You could sense someone was jealous. Even though you found it amusing, you knew not to push his buttons so harshly.

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There was other time where Cheese was ‘not feeling good’ according to your words. You had been at home all day, taking care of your little poor kitty, when Miguel called you due to an ‘emergency’.

As you didn’t want to leave Cheese alone, you took him to HQ, much to Miguel’s dismay. As the mission on required you (because it was fricking simple, Miguel was only jealous of Cheese and he wanted your company, yours alone, but clearly you didn’t take the hint, or you did, but liked to tease him), you left Cheese to Miguel and Lyla.

“I remember telling you last time that I am not a babysitter” the AI complained, crossing her arms and staring at you through the top of her glasses that laid on the bridge of her nose.

“I knooow” you whined. “But hey! You took care of Miguel last time, how hard can a real cat be?” you said, trying to sound convincing.

“You do have a point.” she replied, resting her chin in her fist, thinking.

“I was not difficult.” Miguel huffed.

“Debatable.” Lyla said. “And also, if you take into account that it was Miguel as a cat, I say I did take care of a cat.”

“I am not a cat!” Miguel snapped.

Both you and Lyla laughed.

“Please take care of him, both of you.” you said, pointing at both of them. “He is not feeling that well. I left a note with his cares just in case here” you finished, placing a bag on Miguel’s desk.

Miguel side-eyed it, not happy with taking care of his arch nemesis, but he knew you would be pissed at him if he didn’t, and that would be a win for the cat. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Okay” he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Thank you Migss” you squealed, kissing him on the cheek. “Bye Cheese” you waved to the cat before opening a portal and exiting.

Silenced consumed the room. Lyla, sensing the tension, disappeared.

Miguel made eye contact with Cheese. They both immerse in an intense battle.

“Are you even sick?” Miguel asked, clearly losing his mind. Why the hell am I talking to a cat? he thought.

Cheese simply meowed, and then proceeded to groom himself.

Miguel shocked his head, he was clearly exhausted and out of his mind if he thought the cat could talk about. But he knew it! The cat had you wrapped around his little paw, and he was losing your attention.

Okay, find, he was probably exaggerating. Was he jealous of the cat? Yes, sure. Would he ever admit it to you? Not a chance. Would he even admit that the main reason why he is jealous is not the fact that maybe your attention is not solely on him anymore, but the fact that he thinks you got a cat because you miss taking care of him when he was a cat? Absolutely not.

It was not long ago he admitted to himself that he missed being a cat, and that he was in fact a cat. How could he not? He didn’t have to work, he could sleep however, whenever and wherever he wanted, he didn’t need to cook. All he had to do was be cute and wait for your pets, and cuddle with you. And, he would admit, that he liked being carried by you.

He liked being taller than you, and stronger. He could pick you up like you were a feather. But being smaller than you gave him a sense of comfort and sleeping on top of you, without crashing you, was amazing.

So yes, he was jealous of the cat because he could do all those things, and here he was, sitting on a chair, staring at screen flashing warning signs of anomalies, while fricking Cheese is sleeping on the floor, like nothing matters. The cat hadn’t shown any sign of being sick, he was an actor. They should give him an Oscar for this. But two could play that game.

In a blink of an eye, you were back at HQ. You made a quick stop in the cages to drop the anomaly off. You couldn’t believe Miguel called you for this. That was the emergency? Mayday could have catch this thing in a second. If you were ripped out of your house, at least you expected a good fight, that this one barely tickled you.

You sighed, entering Miguel’s office now. You barely made a sound, but thanks to Miguel’s heightened senses and training, he knew you were coming. Let the show begin he thought.

Miguel slumped over his desk, face down, arms covering it. He sighed loudly, trying to catch your attention before it was diverted to the cat laying a few meters away from him on the floor.

“I’m back Migs.” you said, approaching Miguel.

He simply sighed again, moving his whole body to accentuate his ‘fatigue’.

You frowned, not expecting to see your boyfriend like this. You left basically five minutes ago and he was fine.

“What’s wrong mi amor?” (my love) you said, gently rubbing circles on his shoulder.

Miguel simply groaned.

“You weren’t like this when I left.” you continued.

“Mmm” he simply replied.

Lyla appeared without making any sound, trying not to alert Miguel. She called your attention and once you looked up towards her and the screens, she wrote: ‘He is pretending, and so is your cat’

“What?” you mouthed.

Lyla simple shrugged and disappeared, leaving you with two ‘sick cats’.

What the hell? you thought. Why would they pretend to be… oh

It dawned on you. This two stupid kitties. From Cheese you could understand, he was merely a cat, but Miguel? Your silly grumpy boyfriend. You laughed to yourself. They want to pretend? Let’s see how amazing actors they are you thought.

“Are you sick Miggy?” you cooed at your boyfriend, bending down a little to be at eye level with him.

Miguel turned his head towards you, his cheek resting against his arm, squishing his face. He pouted.

“Mmm” he replied.

“Oh poor Miggy” you said, mirroring his pout. “Why don’t I take you and Cheese how, so I can cuddle you both and make you feel better.” you pecked Miguel’s cheek.

As you were pulling back, you saw in the corner of your eye how Miguel’s facade fell for a second, frowning. Clearly he wanted your attention completely, he didn’t count on sharing it with the cat.

He regained his pouty face, giving you puss in boots eyes. (is this even the equivalent to puppy eyes?? I didn’t want to put puppy eyes giving the fact that Miguel is a cat hahahaha)

He sniffed, ‘aggravating’ his state.

“Okay” he mumbled, clearly, he couldn’t tell you the cat was faking without blowing his cover.

“Okay” you whispered back, rubbing circles on his back. “Why don’t you take Cheese to my apartment, I’ll meet you there in a few.”

“I don’t know if I am strong enough” Miguel mumbled, trying to convince you to take him.

“Migs” you sighed straightening up. “I know you are feeling a little under the weather, but we can’t live the multiverse unattended, can we?” you questioned, resting your hands in your hips.

Shit, you are right Miguel thought.

“Maybe you are a little sicker than I thought if the multiverse isn’t on your mind” you smirked for a second, making Miguel frown. Where you catching on him?

“You go to my apartment, take Cheese. Leave the bag, I’ll take it later. I am going to look for Jess, and then I go” You pecked his cheek and off you were, sprinting out of the office.

Miguel huffed, he clearly didn’t think this plan through. He sat back on his chair, running his fingers throw his hair. Maybe this was going to be more difficult than he thought.

He lulled his head to the right, where the cat was still sleeping, unaware of what had just happened. Miguel sighed, knowing he had to pick up this monster, and that it wasn’t going to be happy about it. He wasn’t either.

He stood up and walked towards Cheese. Bending down, he stroke his fur, maybe a friendly approach would save him from scratches. Cheese purr a little, not knowing who was petting him. Even though Miguel didn’t really like him, he had to admit he was friendly, always asking everyone for pets.

Slowly, Cheese opened his eyes. As soon as they laid on Miguel he meowed loudly and jumped in the air, getting away from Miguel. Cheese hissed, his tail up and rigid.

“Hey!” Miguel said loudly, putting his hands up in defense. “I know you don’t like me, I don’t either. I don’t know if you understand, but your mama told me to take you home. If she walks through that door,” he pointed to his office’s door. “and sees us here, she’ll know we are full of bullshit, because you know and I know you aren’t sick. So quit being a pain in the ass and let me grab you.”

Cheese stood in his place, as did Miguel, both of them as statues, observing each other. Seconds went by, and Cheese relaxed. Maybe he does understand Miguel thought.

The cat walked carefully towards Miguel. Miguel bent down and picked him up, making Cheese meow loudly.

Once Miguel placed him in his arms, Cheese took his claws out, scratching Miguel a little.

“Ay mierda” he exclaimed. “Hey! Claws in, you don’t want me to take mine out” (Ay shit)

Cheese hissed at him, baring his fangs. Miguel did the same. Both stared at each other.

They could have stayed liked that for hours, but they were snapped of their state when they both heard your voice approaching, accompanied by someone else.

Miguel rushed to open a portal to your dimension and barely made it through when you entered the office. He could hear you talking and laughing with Jess, but he didn’t stay to not rise suspicions. He closed the portal and waited.

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Meanwhile…

Jess laughed, grabbing her sides.

“Miguel is pretending to be sick?” she laughed, using her finger to take the tears out of her eye.

“I knoww” you said. “And my cat too. They are both so silly”

“It looks like they are competing for your attention”

You rolled your eyes. “It does look like it. I can understand it from Cheese. But Miguel could talk to me.”

“You know his forte isn’t opening up. You are lucky he told you he loved you.”

“Hey!! He has love in his heart. He just, he suffered a lot.” you pouted.

“I know, I know. I am messing with ya. But you should let him know that it is okay to be vulnerable sometimes. That is what partners are for. If we don’t trust them with our feelings, who then?” Jess explained.

“Yeah, you are right. After a mess with them a little I’ll tell him.”

“Good.”

“Thanks for this Jess. Promise I’ll make it up to you.” you said, going in for a hug.

“No problem girl.” she hugged you back, rubbing your back.

“Well, byeee.” you said, pulling back and opening a portal.

“Bye!” Jess said, waving at you.

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Back at your apartment, Miguel decided to wait for you in your bed. He left Cheese on his bed, both of them not wanting to be nowhere near each other if not necessary.

You appeared from a portal, giving Miguel just the right seconds to get back into character. He covered his head with an arm, blocking the light.

“Ohh Migs. Still feeling bad?” you cooed, sitting next to him on the bed and rubbing his chest gently.

Miguel nodded.

“Do you want food?”

Miguel nodded again.

“Okay”

Miguel felt the bed move when you stood up and heard the shuffle of your feet walking away.

You stopped right in front of Cheese’s bed and dropped to the floor.

“How is my little baby” you said pouting, scoping Cheese gently and petting him.

Cheese meowed and headbutted you.

“You want cuddles huh?” you smirked, looking back at Miguel, checking if he was listening. “What do you say if I take you to the kitchen and we cook Papa’s food together?” you kissed the top of his head.

Miguel groaned behind you.

“You are his Papa, whether you like him or not.” you explained, talking to Miguel.

Miguel groaned again, this time not only because of what you said, but because you were going to cuddle with Cheese while he had to pretend to be sick. This plan was biting him in the ass.

You stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the room to not disturb Miguel.

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After an hour or so, you finished Miguel’s soup. If you were being honest, you didn’t cuddle Cheese at all, it is difficult to cook with a cat in your arms. Besides, you called his bullshit. You knew he was a smart cat, and really cuddly, so little did you know he could pull a stunt like this.

But, to continue to tease Miguel a little further, you placed Cheese on your shoulders and tried to balance him and the tray of food in your hands. You walked towards your bedroom slowly, for one, to not drop the food and two to see if you could catch Miguel red handed, which would be unlikely, he could hear everything.

Opening the door was a real challenge. Once you were able to do so, you peeked your head through. Miguel was spread out on the bed over his stomach, snoring lightly. You pouted. Maybe he wasn’t really sick, but he was for sure tired.

You opened the door further. You walked into the room trying to not make any noise. Cheese jumped off your shoulder and landed carefully on the floor, next to his bed. You walked further and placed the tray on the table next to your bed, giving your back to Miguel.

“Baby?” Miguel said groggily.

Your turned around startled.

“Migs” you whispered, moving towards him. “Did I wake you up?”

Miguel shook his head, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, pouting.

You sat on the bed slowly, stroking his back.

“Do you want to eat?” you asked.

He shook his head again.

“I have to tell you something” he began, avoiding your eyes. “I-” he closed his mouth, he couldn’t find the words. He didn’t want to admit what he had done.

You giggled before kissing his cheek and then shoulder.

“It’s okay Migs, I know”

“You know?” he said, opening his eyes.

“Yeah, I had my suspicions, but then Lyla confirmed them.”

“Lyla” Miguel groaned, planting his face back on the pillow.

You laughed. He was such a baby. You ran your fingers through his messy curls, massaging his scalp. You stood up, making him turn his head towards you. You pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with him.

“You know,” you began, using your thumb to move the hair out of his face. “you don’t have to pretend to be sick to have my attention.”

Miguel looked down, avoiding your eyes.

“Hey” you whispered, putting a finger under his chin so he would look at you. “I’m sorry if you feel like I am not paying enough attention to you. I know I have been a lot with Cheese, and I am sorry.” you kissed his forehead, moving your hands to play with the hairs on the back of his head and resting your forehead in his. “But you have to tell me how you feel too, si amor?” (yes love?)

He nodded, gently nestling his nose with yours. You smiled.

“I’m sorry for calling you up for an emergency when there wasn’t any and for pretending to be sick” he said.

“It’s okay.” you mumbled, beginning to feel sleepy. “It serves as an excuse to rest for a day, and you too mister. You aren’t going to HQ again.”

Miguel smiled. “I wasn’t planning to.”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes. You smiled at Miguel and rubbed behind his ears and under his chin. Maybe it was your sleepy state, but it seemed like he liked it and you thought you heard him purr.

At last, Miguel moved to rest on top of you, his head on your chest. You played with his hair, listening to his breathing, luring you to sleep. Cheese jumped on the bed and climbed on top of Miguel’s back, loafing up and closing his eyes.

With one hand you stroked Cheese and with the other you played with Miguel’s hair.

In the end, both your kitties were happy.

THE END or is it??

<< Part 2 <Masterlist> Bonus >>

I honestly love how this mini series turned out. Given that I couldn't put some dialogue I wanted in this, maybe I'll edit it later, and then repost it hahahaha. Anyway, hope you liked it!!! If you want to be tagged in the bonuses or you have requests about this "series' universe" if you'll like to call it that haha, let me know!!! I am happy to write more about this.

I honestly feel like every story I write is in a different universe, or well, that's what I think. So this is the kitty universe hahaha

TAGS: @glaciertea

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #oharaslove #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #kitty miggy #kitty miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

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snickerdoodie · 2 months ago

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“Need you now”

Summary: The Tornado Wranglers weren’t known for staying in one place for longer than a few days; too many storms to chase, fans to see, family’s to help. It required constant movement and you knew that, but it was never easy for you or Tyler.

Pairing: Tyler Owen’s x f!reader

A/N: Funny story about this fic, I actually based it on my grandma and late grandpa. It makes me so teary eyed every time she tells me the story but I love it sm😭. I’m not even gonna lie, I didn’t really know if I wanted to post this cuz it just…felt like it didn’t turn out right. Feel free to listen to the song while reading, it’s “Need You Now” by Lady A. Not proofread, per usual. But I hope you guys like it!

“Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor

Reaching for the phone, 'cause I can't fight it any more

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me, it happens all the time”

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Tyler Owen’s; a famous YouTuber, Tornado Wrangler, and an overall state superstar and hero, but nothing prepared you for all this. The waiting, the longing, the empty bed side, the constant anxiety that maybe today was the day he wouldn’t come home from a chase, it was all awful.

And here you were again, laying in bed alone, tucked in the shriveled up covers and blankets staring blankly at the brain dead tv show with nothing but numbness. It’s been 2 weeks since you’ve last seen and heard from Tyler, with every passing day you miss the toothy grin, his warm, strong embrace. You miss it all. It’s like they say; you never know how much something means to you until it’s gone, and right now, you couldn’t miss him more.

Too busy caught up in your thoughts, you barely process the blaring sound of your cell phone going off. Someone was calling you. In a slumped up ball of blankets, you lazily pick up the phone and glance at the caller ID, not expecting the man you missed most to be the face you see. A wave of emotion hits you at the photo. It was a selfie of the two of you cuddled up in the gleaming sunlight by the bed of a lake. Clothes damp and hair wet, you both decided to bask in the blaring sunbeams as a way to dry off and stay warm.

As hastily is possible, you hit the green accept button. With shaking hands and a wobbly smile, you bring it up to your ear, not even registering the sweet muffled melody coming through the other end.

“Oh my god, Tyler,” you blurt, voice nearly scratchy, “God, I’ve missed you so much…I-“ It’s only when you stop to take a breath that you hear it.

“It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now,”

As you feel your throat close up and eyes brim with tears, you stay silent. In your blindness to hear Tyler’s voice again, you completely missed the pianos intro, deaf to the lyrics all together. But once you hear the chorus, you melt away. The once welled up tears cascade down your cheeks like a broken dam; no matter how many you wipe away they keep falling. The swelling of your chest becomes nearly painful, trying to hold back the choked sobs that threaten to escape, but it’s a lost cause.

In one last hope, you put the phone on speaker and bring your legs up to your chest, burying your head between your knees as one of your hands holds the cell up. Just as you do, a blubbering whimper travels from your throat as a sob follows it soon after. As the song continues to flow around the room, the quiet but definite wails carry on, an unstoppable sound that breaks Tyler’s heart through the staticky reception of the call.

Minutes pass by as your weeping slows to small sniffles, eyes closed as you focus on the last remaining lyrical bits of the song.

“Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all,”

You don’t trust yourself to speak, the emotions still raw and twirling in your mind, a powerful force that only one person can tame.

“Hey baby...”

You nearly burst into another onslaught of tears at the sound of his voice. It’s quiet and nearly as syrupy as your own, and unbeknownst to you, Tyler had too, lost himself at the sound of you. How could he not? With every twister he went through, he always thought one thing; What if doesn’t come home? What if this is the one that finally takes the Tornado Wrangler down, leaving you with nothing to mourn over. The thought alone gave him goosebumps.

“Tyler..” you whimper, chest swelling at the relief of hearing him once again.

“I don’t even know how to start tellin’ you how nice it is to hear your voice again…god I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” With a smile, you repeat back.

“I’ve missed you too, Tyler…I miss you being here with me..” If you close your eyes tight enough, you can really picture him here with you. His breath winding down your neck as his stubble pricks the side of your face. The smell of his cologne mixing in with the scent of your perfume. Listening closely, you hear shuffling then a deep breath, before he finally speaks,

“I’m coming home soon, baby, I promise you I am.”

“I just need you now,

Oh, baby, I need you now.”

Three posts in one day?!? A new record for me. Lmfao I actually wrote this one today and had a crisis if I wanted to post it or not. I know this song is about heartbreak and wanting someone back after they’ve left…but I wanted to try and make it about longing, like the story my grandma always tells me. I hope you guys like this fic! I honestly might rewrite it on a later date, but I was kinda texting the waters with it. As always, comment if you liked or disliked something, inbox is still open!

#x reader #twisters 2024 #tyler owens #tyler twisters #light angst #feels #need you now #lady antebellum #song fic #Tyler Owen’s x Reader #twisters fic #Tyler Owen’s angst #Tyler Owen’s fluff #Spotify

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yuyu1024 · 11 months ago

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I missed you

Pairings: Yoongi (Suga) × y/n

Genre/tags: idol secret dating

Warning: language, making out, semi public sex, pet names, fluff [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.40k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post for more ♥️

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He have been touring for a while. You wished you can accompany him and see the world with him but that's impossible. You have your own work and you can't risk people seeing you in every tour stop. It's for your own protection and also for his career. You don't want to ruin his career.

It maybe romantic to scream yo the whole wide world that he is your man and you both love each other so much. It's not always the best option.

But since it's been months since the last you saw him, you planned on going to one of his stop. You saved enough money and Vaction leave credits so you can stay for a week for him. Since he will be staying as well for work too.

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Admiring the view from your balcony, you can't help but smile like a little kid while taking pictures of the sky, the buildings and everything you're seeing.

(Photo not mine. Ctto)

You got tense a little as hands snakes around your torso. "Having fun?" But the second you heard his voice, your body relaxes. You lean back, head on his shoulder and giving him access to kiss you on your neck. "I'm sorry, I'm a little late... we got caught in traffic on our way back."

"It's fine. I understand." Moving away from his embrace, you face him and admire how dashing he looks. "Your hair got longer..." you then tug his hair behind his ear.

"Well, you said you wanted to see me with longer hair so... I grew it out."

"Did I?"

"Yes, mentioned it before..."

"You really do pay attention to everything I say..." you giggle on how cute your boyfriend is. This makes you feel happy.

"It's because I love you..." he moves closer to you, making you walk back a little. Your lowerback now is leaning on the fence of the balcony. His face is just inches away from yours, "I missed you so much..." he say staring at your parted lips. "Wait.. You're wearing make up?"

You look away, a little embarassed. You're not the type to actually put make up all the time. Yoongi is used to seeing you barefaced since you two always meet in hiding. Either your apartment or his.

"Well, it's been so long since I've seen you... and... maybe... you've seen quite a few beautiful ladies around the world so..."

He snorts a laugh. He tries not to laugh but you can see how his shoulder is shaking trying to supress it.

"Yah!" You slap him by his shoulder, "what's so funny? Am I a joke to you now?"

"Oh, babe." He wraps you up in embrace, his hands, one at the back of your head and one at the back of your neck. His thumb lightly caressing you. "You know how much I love you... I don't care about other women. My eyes, heart, body and soul is just for you... my Y/n..."

You lock your arms around his torso. "I love you too... so much..." you nuzzles your face on his chest. "I missed you so bad... this have been the longest we were apart."

"I know..." he kisses the top of your head and then reaches for your chin to lift it up. "I've missed you to... and.." he pauses to kiss you. He does it with a very longing feeling. He is not rushing every move but he's very much leading the whole kiss. You can feel how he savours each lips to lips friction.

"Yoongi," you say as you lips parted from his, "I think we should get inside... we are exposed here..."

"Why? Don't you love to make out here? With this view?" His body is closer to yours. So close that both of your clothes are the only thing separating you both.

"I do..." You push your hair away from your face, "but don't you think... people might see us...?"

He leans down and begins kissing you on your neck then your exposed shoulder. You didn't realized he had already slipped the strap of your dress down.

"Yoongi..." you moan but you still try to stop him. "Babe..."

"We're on the 28th floor. We are facing the ocean... the other buildings are far away. They will not notice us..." he says quietly

He grabs both your hands by the wrist, throwing them around his neck for you to hold onto. He then takes one of your leg up around his hips. Pushes the skirt of your dress away, exposing your legs and giving him an easy access to your panties.

"Please...babe... allow me..." he runs his thumb over your already wet core. "I want to have you now... promise... I will be careful... if you're worried anyone would see us... I just..." your foreheard together, his eyes closed shut as he rub his thumb on you.

You didn't answer him yet. You want answer but your so indulged in the moment.

"Ah! Yes..." You hold on tight around his neck. You feel a sudden weakness on your body as he continues to rub your clit. "More... Yoongi... more..."

"Did you miss this?" He whispers to your ears. You nod. "How about this?" He pushes your panties to the side and slides one finger in.

"Fuck! Ah! Y-yes..." you cry. Your grip onto his shoulder like its life or death. "Please... so good!"

Yoongi slowly pushes another digit in you making you quiver with pleasure. "I love how you sound..." the rythm of his pushing in and out of you is making you go crazy.

"Please... I want you..." you says looking into his eyes. "I want... you..."

He picks you up like a bride. "Let's go inside. It's getting cold."

"I thought... you want to try do have sex here... for a change..."

"We can if you want to.. but I realized I don't want you to get sick. You get cold so easily..."

"Oh, okay."

"Plus, I don't think they are ready to hear us do this all night... maybe some other time. For now... all of your orgasm is mine to hear and enjoy."😈

#yuyu1024 #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts yoongi #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts fanfic #suga fanfic #min yoongi #bts smut #bts angst #yoongi smut #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you

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babyleostuff · 2 years ago

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BOYFRIEND PHOTOS | KIM MINGYU

summary | a sunny date spend with your precious boyfriend

genre | fluff

word count | 974

pairing | mingyu x gn!reader

author’s note | purely inspired by gyu’s recent instagram posts. thank you for giving us the fluffiest boyfriend pics <3

“I’m here.”

Usually you couldn’t imagine grinning so hard over such a simple text, but coming from your precious boyfriend changed the perspective completely. Finally, after all the comeback stress and months of hard work he and his bandmates had to go through, he was allowed a day off.

You checked your outfit for the last time, feeling all giddy of the mere thought of this perfect sunny day you’d spend with Mingyu. Carefully running down the steps, you walked out to the street, almost bumping into the man before you.

“Mingyu!” you happily exclaimed, almost tackling him to the ground with a big hug.

Without saying a word, he chuckled and put his arms around you. It has been so long since you had a moment for yourselves that you’d forgotten how good it is to just simply hug him. No matter how long you’d been together nothing would top the feeling of just being in his strong arms.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, and you could bet a lot of money that he was slightly pouting too.

You pulled back to finally get a good look at his handsome face, adorned by the sunlight, making his honeyskin look even more beautiful.

“I’m so happy right now, you have now idea. I swear I don’t remember the last time I was so excited to go out. And it’s like the universe knew, I mean look at the weather, it's perfect,” he said excitedly, slurring his words which made his lisp come out a bit.

He gave you a big smile, showing his fangs that you adored so much. As you put your hands on his cheeks you asked:

“Kim Mingyu, are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait another month?” you didn’t even get to finish the question properly as he leaned down to seal your mouths in the most delicate kiss known to humankind.

His lips were soft, like pillows against your own, and oh how you’ve missed this. You could feel the tickle of his breath beneath your nose, while his fingers were carding through your hair.

You parted for a second to catch your breaths, but impatient as always Minguy went back in, this time kissing you with a little more force, as he also was dying to feel your touch again. Warmth and the smell of his cologne consumed you. With the butterflies dancing in your stomach, it was almost overwhelming how content you felt.

With a last peck he took your hand in his and pulled lightly to finally get you going, before both of you gave up on an outside date and went back to your place.

“So, where are you taking me today?”

“I found this cute cafe nearby and it looks like a good place to take some photos too.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“What?” he asked, with a slight concerne in his voice. You giggled at him and put your hand around his arm.

“I know where this is going, you’re just going to use me to take pictures for your Instagram! And what do I gain from this, hm?” you said in a jokingly offensive tone.

“Thousands of other people simping for my boyfriend, excuse me very much. I’ve had enough after scrolling through tens of tik toks saying how hot your “darumdarimda” is.” Now even he could contain his laugh.

After a couple minutes of walking and catching up on what you’ve missed, you hit your destination, and Mingyu was right - this was the cutest cafe you’ve seen in a while, situated in the best place to give you a bit of privacy.

“Here, here! Take a picture,” Mingyu suddenly said. He ran up the colorful stairs, and before you could take a single normal photo, he started doing some weird and funny poses. Not questioning your boyfriend’s antics, you took a couple of photos.

“My phone storage is crying right now. You have no idea how many of your stupid ass photos I have in my camera roll.”

“Do I get at least one day of freedom where people don’t bully me?” he whined. “Also, my own girlfriend? That really hurt,” he frowned while walking down the stairs.

“Also, why are you wearing your sunglasses like that?”

“Like what? Are you going to criticize this too?” Mingyu frowned even more. You would never fathom how this 6’2 man could act like a little child sometimes.

Before he could argue further, you snapped a quick photo, smiling to yourself.

“Cry about it big boy. At least I have stuff to blackmail you with,” you said and went to look for a free table to sit at.

“You hang out too much with the boys, I swear,” he said and pulled the chair back for you. After settling comfortably, you ordered some coffee and lunch and fell back to the conversation from before.

You could feel your heart race, because of how content, happy and loved you felt.

Looking at Mingyu, who was dramatically telling a story from one of their dance practices, where Wonwoo did a step wrong so Soonyoung threw a tantrum, you couldn’t contain your giggles, laughing at how overdramatic your boyfriend was acting.

“Why are you looking at me like that, hm? You don’t want to take photos of me? No problem, going to do it myself,” and he did as he said, starting to take some selfies from different angles.

“Oh stop it, you know I was joking. Here, let me,” you pointed your camera at Mingyu.

You both knew how much you loved taking pictures of each other, saving them as memories you’d have fun reminiscing on later in the future.

You spend the rest of the day in the same atmosphere, bickering, talking and laughing, but most importantly - being in love.

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lukola92 · 3 months ago

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So personally, I think that there was issues between Nicola and Luke after the London premiere. I see that because she left the after party before he even got there. Then She went silent on social media. And before people comment, I know she was filming, but she was filming big mood and Bridgerton was still active on social media. We also during those early summer months she would post but she would not post her face and definitely not as much as we are used to. Personally, I think was deliberate. Clearly they somehow have made up. Or they've at least talked Because she's posting him again. And I also think she will slow down with how much she posting cuz things are slipping she showing her hand to much. And now we're getting all these songs. I also do not think that it's for Eamon or Jake. Those songs are definitely Luke coded. I think that they still have a lot to work through. But he needs to fully get out of this situation that he's in. Also, I've seen on TikTok people are mad because he's not posting a lot what do you guys expect him to do? He post you to say it's not enough. He doesn't post you say is not enough. No matter what move he makes right now people say crap to him. a lot of men I know are not big on social media. They might have one the post once in a while. They might call some videos. But they're not spending hours online looking for things the way women do. They could also be one of the reasons he didn't see this girl deviousness. I'm hoping he's seeing it now. They've all been so quiet because they're dealing with it BTS. Because since Italy, we haven't seen no pictures and we've seen pictures all summer long. Then that whole group is moving weird. Then all being quiet and S rearranging her post with her and her boyfriend being the main photos. Like I said I have a gut intinct that somethings happening. One last thing, we have all known that she leaks things to fan pages I'm 95% sure she does that. we also know that things were leaked to DM so it's not far off that things would be leaked to fan pages. so right now unless you see actual proof, don't believe anything anybody is saying. Because if he is trying to get away from her I have a really hard time believing she's going to take that lying down. She's going to try to create problems for him. And it's just so funny that we're starting to see all of these pages say that they're traveled alone (when fan pages have called that out) or talk of them getting married. It's wild rumors let's not fall into her traps. She gotten good with getting under the fandom skin.

I think that, after London N and L were ready to try to stay together, unfortunately third parties have ruined everything and L had to accept to be seen for a while with A, to protect N and not make her appear as the one who had made the "gf" betray, for sure N will have been sick but also L and we saw it clearly from his face, both have been sick these two months, but once L returned from Italy, he realized that he can't go on like this, for me he will have immediately gone to talk to nic (probably the day of the toast story) and N from that day on, has returned to being more social, returning to give us clues clearly referring to L, in italy, L will have been angry because private things came out and because they probably posted stories with the location and he didn't want it .. I think he got angry with everyone .. if you noticed the like that N gave today to chappel roan you will understand that she is tired of both her and L no longer having any privacy .. A is desperate and continues to do strange things but she hasn't understood that she is about to disappear because she is nobody, she will have to learn from her mistakes sooner or later, right? N is the only one we have to trust, I've always said that!

#lukola #luke newton #nicola coughlan #newghlan

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pascallatte · 2 years ago

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Precious Gem

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: It’s Pedro’s day, so why not post something for your man

Date: April 2019

Warnings: none really.

Taglist: @benonlinear, @t-stark35, @heyitsme-2, @elleeeee21, @holmesstrange, @tagakalat, @flyestvenustrap, @oldermenaremyreligion, @cherryred444, @avengersheart, @guacala, @pukka-latte, @hobiismyhopeu, @lilvampirina

A/n: This is in honour of Pedro’s 48th birthday, which I wasn’t able to celebrate. So here is a very late sweet fic for our precious Pedro!!! also some snippets of their everyday shenanigans. Surprise surprise. I also didn't want to keep this for too long so here you are. Will still be posting on schedule, don't worry. Happy reading everyone!!!

Dedicating a photo or video for your loved one’s birthday isn’t new for you. And now that you were free to post whatever since your secret went out a year ago, nothing’s holding you back from letting the world know how much you appreciate your man.

Like your other posts, this one started with a photo. Something quite close to your heart because of the memories you made, along this trip, just after three years since you started dating. This is just you and him on your third trip to the Amalfi Coast, the place that started your story.

The photo was a two-part collage. Your camera was set on a timer on a tripod near the bed, as Pedro stood waiting near the door of the room’s balcony. You were wearing a matching set; a white dress for you and a button-up for him. Adjusting the settings a little, you quickly pulled Pedro to you.

“Come on, it’s on a timer now,” you said quickly holding onto him as you both smile for the camera, he placed his hand on your lower back when you leaned your head on his chest. However, you stood in this position for far too long than expected, which made you tilt your head, eyebrow-raising as the both of you lean into the camera. And just as quickly, the camera flashed on your faces capturing your reactions. Your faces near the camera, confusion and a hint of annoyance in your expression, as you failed to take a proper on for the nth time. You looked funny if that would make the mood brighten up.

Staring at each other for a good minute, Pedro shakes his head as he pats your cheeks kissing your forehead— before going back to his original position near the balcony’s door. “Let’s just try again, hopefully, we can get this right. We’ve been at this for half an hour,” he said leaning on the door and watching your every move.

“Yeah well, I know you love it.”

Shrugging his shoulders, “Ha no I don’t, I love you though,” he said nonchalantly making you look at him. Chuckling softly, face warming a bit, “Smooth one Pedro, smooth one,” you said flattening your dress as you walk towards his waiting arms.

Hugging him, you look up at him before pecking the tip of his nose, whispering a small “love you too.” Your smile was reciprocated just in time for the camera’s timer to end. Capturing a very candid photo of the two of you just looking at each other with the fondest looks on your faces.

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Now the video. The video is a goofy yet wholesome one. It was late at night when you decided to declutter some things from your vanity. And there in the deepest ends of your top drawer was an untouched box of fake lashes. So with both just not having anything to do, you decided to do what you normally do on this type of night… bother him.

It started with an “oof” coming from you as the phone face-planted to the carpet of your room. Setting it up, Pedro was seen sitting on the bed, being as patient as he can while he was laughing his ass off. A noticeable thing though was the lash already sticking to his left eye.

Once the phone was steady, you turned back to your chuckling self, sitting in front of him as you glued up the next lash. Pedro placed his hands on your thighs as he laughed about having huge-ass caterpillars on his face.

“For some reason, I am loving your caterpillar things, it would make a good moustache don’t you think?” His laughs shook the bed making you hold unto his shoulder to steady him.

“Amor, just hold still for a second,” you said, trying to hold in your laughter as you slowly stick the other lash on him. Tilting his head up a bit to fix it, his hands moved from your thighs to your waist fisting the jacket you're wearing, to keep himself steady.

He looks at you the best he can, “Will I look sexy, when you finish putting that on?” His genuine question made you burst out in laughter and you thank the gods that you’d finished putting the lashes on since you practically fell on him, hand placed on the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

Calming yourself down a bit, you turned to look at him taking his jaws in your hands to make him look at you. “You’re already sexy, the lashes just added some oomph to you,” you joked before laughing again, this time falling on your back. He just stared at your laid out form on the bed, before saying that he wanted to see how he looks.

He takes the phone you’ve set up and focuses it on his face. “Damn,” he laughs,” don’t I look good, ducky.”

“These caterpillars do know how to make themselves known,” fluttering his eyelashes as he made kissy faces for the video. Your laughing in the background only heightened at his skit.

“What?” He teased you, “ what’s so funny? I thought I was sexy?” Walking back to the bed, throwing himself on top of your form, which was now out of breath, hand holding your stomach to ease the pain caused by your intense laughter.

“I haven’t seen you wearing this though?”

Looking at him, still letting out small laughs, “It’s because I don’t wear it, it was given as a gift and yeah.”

“Yeah well, it’s mine now. Thank you very much,” making his iconic eyebrows raise look as he moved the camera closer to his face.

You just stayed silent watching as he blabbered on things bout how it wasn’t that heavy and how he doesn’t get why people would wear caterpillars on their eyes. Explaining it to him was not easy for a person as curious as Pedro, so you just told him it was for when you wanted to look more fashionable but it depended on the event.

“I see, well now that I’m fashionable. It’s time to-” He rests his head on your stomach as the video blacks out, giggling still heard.

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The post and the short caption that came with it is something that really made people, mostly those not-so-fans of yours, see how genuine your relationship is to him and not a fad like how some would describe it. This is sort of a slap on the bum to those who had doubted you guys in the first place, Something that made the longtime fans' strengthen their support and made the not-so's have second thoughts.

“Hello Pedro, shocking to see that it’s already been a year since we last did this, time really does fly when you’re having fun. You have been a very important person in my life for the past years now and I hope to give back every piece of the best memories you’ve given me so far. And to not make this too complicated, I just want to wish you the Happiest Birthday again, and that you achieve everything you want and need in the years to come. Read my surprise for the rest.😉

Once again, Happiest Birthday mi Pedrito, my precious gem and amor. Mi cielo te amo!! xxx”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x actress!reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years ago

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A bit too real - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Request: Can you write a fic where the reader and taa are having sex and his BEREAL notification goes off? (as requested by @princessbetsy123-blog)

Warning: a bit smut at the beginning but just that

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover

“Oh Trent” You moaned as he was busy kissing your thighs. While his eyes were fixed on you, his fingers moved your mint green slip to the side to savour your wetness.

His skilled lips against your most sensistive spot was what you needed to unwind, after a long and stressful week. To have him all for you, his body and mind. You tilted your head back in pleasure as he would use his hand to keep your thighs open for him to have a better angle to taste you.

An even louder moan filled the room.

Your heels pressing against his back, his tongue trying to reach for the spot that would make you see stars.

No one could spoil that perfect, blissful time...except for his phone that started buzzing with the notification tone, calling his attention.

“Oh my god Trent, really?” You asked quite annoyed with him leaving what he was doing to go and check his phone.

“Shit” He hissed looking at the screen.

“What’s wrong?”

Trent giggled and showed you the BeReal notification that was asking him to post a picture of what he was doing in that moment.

“You won’t” You sounded quite threatening in the attempt to warn him.

“Why not? It’s private after all…”

You widened your eyes in shock and blushed violently: was he really thinking about posting a picture of you two having sex?? Seriously??

“No Trent, you won’t post this”

He smirked, giving you a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. He loved seeing you getting all shy and flustered from embarrassment, that was you being your truest self and he loved it.

“I’m serious”

He ignored your protest and snapped a photo of you, in your knickers only, your hair covering your breast together with a selfie of him pulling a funny face.

“Look”

Your boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing while you weren’t amused by all of that in the slightest.

“Delete that thing now”

Of course Trent didn’t have the faintest idea of exposing you two like that, given also the fact that he had always been rather private about your relationship, so he just took it to tease you, he wanted to delete it and put the phone away but he didn’t realise he pressed the wrong button…

“Where were we?” He smirked, taking his position back between your thighs.

Damn, he was irresistible.

You smirked back at him and tried to relax under his touch, guiding his head back against your aching core.

Later that night, after having taken a hot shower, as Trent was busy cooking dinner for the two of you , you decided to relax a little scrolling through your phone but it turned out to be the least relaxing thing you could have done as an unknown number of notifications, alluding to an x-rated photo of you, appeared on your screen.

What were they referring to? Trent didn’t post that pic, he just took it and then deleted it…did some paparazzi hack your phone??

Trent seemed so calm at the stove, carelessly humming. You walked towards him as you needed to ask him what was happening.

“Trent…why are they all talking about some pictures of us?”

“It must be something caught by the paps” He answered absentmindedly while stirring what was boiling in the pot. “Where did you see it?”

“On my phone. I have like dozens of notifications asking or making jokes about this alleged photos but I don’t know what they’re talking about…it can’t be the BeReal one since you didn’t post it”

Those words triggered something in the Liverpool player’s head: he widened his eyes in shock and left what he was doing in a hurry to go and check his own phone. He was soon welcomed with the same unknown number of notifications, all about this supposed picture.

The only thing he could do was open the app, hoping his suspects were wrong but when he found that pic of the two of you in bed he snapped as a joke posted on his profile, he couldn’t do anything but curse himself.

Apart from all the comments, there were also some screenshots that had been taken…how could he be so clueless to have pressed the wrong button and posted it instead of deleting it?

“Erm…Y/N I -”

“TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD YOU POSTED THAT PIC!!” You screamed, looking at his phone screen in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry!! I didn’t mean to, I just -” He was trying to delete it while you were reporting it as sensitive content. “Did you just report it??”

“Yes, what did you expect me to do?? Oh god” You facepalmed yourself as you were already pondering the idea of not leaving the house ever again.

“Calm down baby. I’m so sorry, I should have ignored that stupid notification"

Needless to say you were panicking, the images of people talking about you on the web and those hideous titles on the tabloids vivid in your mind…it was too much to take. You felt like throwing up.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

"Not really…"

Trent huffed, mentally cursing himself, as he sat next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders.

"Look, I'm so sorry, I've been an idiot, a complete idiot, but nothing bad will happen. I give you my word"

The unmistakable sincerity of his words made you raise your gaze to look him straight in the eyes.

You would've gone through fire for him as he always made sure to have your back so you should have trusted him that time too, he would have done everything in his power to protect you.

You nodded, laying your head on his shoulder.

"I love you"

"I love you too, drama queen" He giggled, pressing his lips against your forehead.

"I wouldn't have been a drama queen if you had paid attention to what you posted" You rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed.

"You're always a drama queen, don't blame it on me now"

Far be it from you to bring any more drama in that situation but your nose started smelling something burning.

"What's this burning smell?"

"What - OH FUCK" The meal Trent was preparing was long forgotten on the stove as the BeReal thing was your priority at the moment, so you had now another thing to worry about: your burnt dinner.

He jogged over to the kitchen as he was found with that unpleasant surprise.

You loved him so much you swore he looked like the most adorable puppy ever, with his big brown eyes now misty with disappointment and his lower lip stretched out in a pout. A smile spontaneously formed on your lips, as you hugged him from behind. Your head was resting against his back before you lifted it to place a loving kiss behind his neck.

"No dinner tonight I guess"

“Come on, I’m waiting for some joke about me being the worst boyfriend ever or something like that” He muttered, alluding to the snarky remarks you would usually make.

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever but at least you took a pic where I had my latest lingerie set on” Your joke made him giggle as he lovingly squeezed your hands wrapped around his middle.

Burnt food and a sexy scandal, what else could you have asked for for a perfect night in?

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peachm1lkk · 1 month ago

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『 A Special Donation 』

Synopsis — Marcus gets a unique requests regarding his favorite-least-favorite pain pig

Warnings — NONCON, Size Difference, Belly Bulge, you wear a Collar, Degradation, reference to past Torture, choking, Abusive Relationships, past Stalking mentioned, Mild Painplay, Face Slapping, Canon-Typical Behavior, Porn Without Plot, Facials, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, He cums in your hair, Verbal Humiliation, You're not a good person lol

Pairing — Marcus x Reader

A/N — Cross posted this on AO3, I love Marcus so much... My second favorite ball of hatred who'd I'd let break all my bones.. Can you tell this is loosely based off his Patreon Audio?? Maybe

It's uncomfortable, you note— The collar snugly tied around your neck. Another thing you note, other than the fact that you probably missed a ton of work in your classes, was that he hasn't been back in a while. You weren't really used to this… silence, that overcame the apartment when you weren't sobbing or pleading with him not to hurt you.

You glances down at the amateur attempt to wrap broken fingers, your begging never really worked. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you stand up, wobbling slightly from the bit of malnutrition you've been experiencing from eating only microwave meals and cup noodles— the brief dizziness isn't helped by the fact that you usually don't eat much anyway.

On the bright side, if you can even call it that, you've been picking up baking! Making a variety of sweets whenever he wasn't paying attention to you, those days tended to be the best because other than a few random photos he left you to your own devices.

Just as you were about to walk to the living room, the door to their shared dorm rattled, a few frustrated attempts being made before Marcus finally opened it. He was probably fumbling with the keys.

“U-uh… welcome home,” you softly said, keeping your eyes on the floor.

Marcus grunted in response, tossing his backpack onto the couch. “Your friend asked where you were today.” He informed, walking up to what used to be your camera to examine how long its been recording. A hint of a smile on his face as he hit the mute button, “It's actually kinda funny how worried she seemed… Do you think she knows that she used to be featured on your blog?”

Oh he’s in that mood it seems like, you don't even know what to say. What could you say? Usually any time you spoke— whether it be to apologize or say some shitty excuse it ended with you on the floor crying.

Thankfully, he seemed content with your silence, “You can speak y’know, they can't hear us speak right now… you're little white knight saviors I mean.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and constricted by the collar. you kept your gaze fixed on the floor, afraid to meet Marcus's eyes.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, your voice hoarse from disuse. "I never told anyone about it."

Marcus chuckled darkly, stepping closer. You instinctively flinched away, but the wall behind you left nowhere for you to retreat.

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't," he said, reaching out to run a finger along your collar. "Our little secret, right?" His touch made your skin crawl, but you forced yourself to remain still. Any reaction could set him off.

"You know," Marcus continued conversationally, "Someone made a donation today— A uh, what do you call it again? A commission, right.” you eyed him nervously as he walked over to the computer reading over past comments and forums regarding the live stream.

“Hey Piggy, you ever had sex before?” The question was as sudden as it was startling, “Pardon..?”

“I'm assuming you've had sex at least once since you have an ex and all that, but y'know… you're also you so I wouldn't be surprised if you've only seen two dicks in your life.” He goes on, much too casually for how personal the subject was— But maybe you didn't have a right to complain about privacy, god knows how many other people's privacy you've violated on those now privated posts.

“Hey pig, answer me.” The irritation in his voice has you tripping over your own words to get an answer out "You're right u-uhm… only done it with my ex.” you stammered, messing with the hem of your shirt with your good hand. “ No one else after that…”

Marcus's eyes gleamed with a mix of cruelty and excitement that made You's stomach churn. You could sense something terrible was coming. "You know how many times I thought about killing you when I found your little stalker forum?” He said changing subjects, grabbing the camera perched upon its stand. “I mean— It's disgusting, even now I still think about strangling you to death… Just the thought that you probably touched yourself to my photos makes me sick.” He takes a deep breath, his finger hitting a button on the camera that you couldn't remember the function for.

“How many times have you cum at the thought of my dick inside you?”

You felt sick, knowing that he wasn't entirely wrong “M-Marcus I'm sorry,” you whispered, even knowing it was futile you can never get rid of the instinct.

"Well, looks like today's your lucky day," he said with a smirk. "Our generous donor wants to see you fucked." Your eyes widened in horror. "What," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I-I can't...”

Marcus ignored your plea, grabbing your arm roughly. “And even if I can't kill you— I might as well fuck you like I'm gonna, right?”

He dragged you towards the bedroom, You stumbling behind him as you tried to resist. But months of captivity and malnourishment had left your weak and unsteady.

"Please, Marcus," you begged as he shoved you onto the bed. “I’m sorry I'm so sorry— please don't do this."Marcus laughed coldly as he loomed over your trembling form on the bed. "Sorry? You're sorry?” He mocked, “Sorry doesn't fucking pay for all the gross ass photos you’ve taken of me does it, pig?"

He set up the camera on the nightstand, angling it to capture the entire bed. Your heart raced as you heard the telltale beep of it starting to record.

“C'mon, Let's give our viewers a good show, I know how much you love their attention after all." Marcus whispered against the shell of your ear, You shuddered as Marcus's breath ghosted across your skin. Your mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare, but you were trapped - physically and psychologically. Months of captivity and abuse had worn away your defenses.

"Please," you whimpered one last time, even as Marcus began pulling at your clothes.

He ignored your feeble protests, methodically stripping your bare. The camera's unblinking eye recorded every moment of your humiliation. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to retreat into yourself, to find some quiet corner of your mind that this wasn't happening. But Marcus wouldn't allow you that small mercy. He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. "Eyes open," he growled. "I want you to see exactly who's doing this to you."

Tears streamed down You's cheeks as Marcus positioned himself over your. Tugging his own pants down to let his thickness free, “Ha… ha— You're just meat…” He mumbles slowly stroking himself to full hardness, “Meat that was born to be taken advantage of, it was only a matter of time before someone found out… I was just the less cruel option.”

You choked back a sob as Marcus's words cut through your like knives. you wanted to argue, to insist that you weren't just "meat," that you were a person with hopes and dreams and dignity. But Maybe he was right. Maybe this was all you deserved. Marcus lined himself up, his eyes locked on You's tear-streaked face. "Remember," he whispered, "you brought this on yourself."

With that, he thrust forward brutally, burying himself inside your unprepared body. You cried out in pain, your back arching off the bed. It hurt - oh god, it hurt so much. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the crushing weight of shame and despair.

"That's it," Marcus grunted, placing a hand on your lower stomach "Cry for the camera. Show everyone what good rape bait you are.” He cooed, setting a brutal pace forcing his cock as far as your gummy walls allowed it — “ For once you being small is actually a plus,” he panted in between thrusts, watching the small bump in your stomach appear and disappear in time with each thrust.

His eyes glanced over at the camera, a part of him feeling truly disgusted at the type of people watching— But at the same time it made his dick throb so much harder, “You like that? Showing everyone that you're just a flesh light, hm?”

Your body shook with each brutal thrust, pain radiating through your core. Despising how despite the pain his deep fucking was enough to tickle the instinct out, to pull wetness that with each slap of his pelvis pressing against your ass a damned embarrassing wet squelch was made.

"Answer me," he snarled, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. "Tell the camera how much you love being used like the worthless cum dump you are."

A strangled whimper escaped You's lips. "I-I..." you gasped, barely able to form words through the pain and humiliation. "I luh—love being- being u-used."

Marcus's pace grew even more frantic, his grip on your hips bruising. "That's right," he panted. "This is all you're good for. Just meat to stick my dick in…” Holding your hips up with one hand his free hand snakes down to your throat- applying pressure slowly

“Meat that doesn't need to—shit—breathe.” He mumbles, You's vision begins to blur as Marcus's hand tightens around your throat. Her lungs burned, desperately craving oxygen. Panic overwhelmed you as darkness crept in at the edges of your sight. Just as you thought you might lose consciousness, Marcus released his grip. You gasped and coughed, gulping in air. The brief respite was short-lived as Marcus resumed his relentless assault on your body.

"Fuck," he grunted, his thrusts loosing pace and becoming erratic. “You felt so tight just then, do you really get off to me raping you? Are you that cock hungry?” He teased, letting his hand fall to your puffy clit- rubbing cruel circles all over the ball of nerves “Fuck… I'm close. Where do you want it, pig? Where should I mark you as mine?"

You couldn't answer, still struggling to catch your breath. Her silence seemed to anger Marcus further. The burning sensation of his hand registering first before you realized he'd slap you, cruel fingers digging into your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "I asked you a question," he snarled. "Where. Do. You. Want. It?"

With pained moans you refused to believe came from genuine pleasure you stammered out a shaky response, “O-out— puh-please, not in- in me.” you sobbed,

Marcus's eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "Not inside, huh? Well, since you asked so nicely..." With a final brutal thrust, he pulled out of your abused body. You barely had time to feel relief before he was straddling your chest, his hand gripping your jaw tightly.

"Open wide," he commanded, stroking himself furiously. Too broken to resist, You parted your lips. Marcus groaned as he reached his climax, his release splattering across your face and into your open mouth. You gagged at the thickness and slimy texture, but Marcus held your still until he was finished.

"There," he panted, wiping himself clean on your hair. "Now everyone can see what a filthy little whore you really are."

He climbed off your, tucking himself into his pants. And walking over to the camera to stop the recording, leaving You trembling and soiled on the bed. you curled into yourself, trying your best to tune it all out and just go to bed.

“Oh, piggy—” He started grabbing your attention, “You have an essay due or something, your professor stopped me earlier today to tell you that.” He casually explained, as if he didn't just rape you.

“I should probably go work on that project... Pretty sure it's due soon,” He said to himself, lifting the camera up to eye level. You flinched at the familiar clicking sound of the camera, trying to keep your soft crying to a minimum even after hearing him mumble something about the picture probably not printing well. You lay motionless on the bed, your mind struggling to process the trauma you had just endured. Every part of you ached - your body from the brutal assault, your throat from Marcus's choking, your very soul from the depths of degradation you had been forced to.

you could hear Marcus moving around the apartment, the casual sounds of everyday life a stark contrast to the horror of what had just transpired. The urge to scrub yourself clean was overwhelming, but You couldn't bring yourself to move. you feared any motion might shatter what was left of your fragile psyche.

Time passed in a haze. You drifted in and out of consciousness, your exhausted mind seeking escape in fitful snatches of sleep. You were vaguely aware of Marcus returning to the bedroom at some point, muttering about needing his textbook.

"You should really get started on that essay," he remarked “It's due in a few days.”

#marcus x reader #kv va #splatbox #kvva #x reader #smut #reader insert #fem reader #tw noncon #tw abuse #size difference #Marcus is a bully but that's expected #Poor reader #kverse

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collapsedglasshouses · 9 months ago

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Hey, first of all! I hope you are doing well!

I wanted to request a fluffy smut with Jolly, where reader and him are at a family get together or something and he sees her interacting with children and they finally decide to try for a baby.

Thank you! <3

A/N: Thank you for requesting, I hope you are doing well yourself! It's funny because I had something along those lines sitting in my drafts for quite a while but never had the motivation to finally finish and post it. I want to apologize because it is quite short, but I hope you'll enjoy!

Ready Or Not [Jolly Karlsson x fem!Reader]

PHOTO CREDIT GOES TO MYSELF THIS TIME HEHE

WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI!!, breeding kink, fluffy ending?, family planning, ...

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

Jolly was sitting on the couch in your sister’s living room and was watching you. You were sitting on the floor with your niece and drew with her. Every now and then the little girl would instruct you to draw something else on the paper so she could fill it out or add random little details to it.

The smile on your face warmed his heart. It had been almost four years since the two of you had started dating and he could say with his whole chest that every single day had been the best. You calmed his nerves. Whether it was a stressful tour date, or they had any kind of difficulties, you were there. And so was he.

After almost an hour, you looked at him to check if he was fine. He gifted you a small smile that held so much emotion it almost rushed through your body. You slowly excused yourself from your niece, before getting up and sitting down next to him.

“Are you alright?” You asked your boyfriend, whose sweet smile was still plastered on his face.

“Sure… I was just thinking about how good you are with kids.” He honestly exclaimed, when it felt like a thought ran through both of your heads. You had talked about this topic. You talked about how you wanted a child and you talked about how you wanted to have one in the next two years.

Not even an hour later you stumbled into your shared house, your lips not leaving each other’s for even half a second. You hadn’t even closed the front door properly, before Jolly stripped you out of your shirt.

“Oh, slow down.” You jokingly chuckled while Jolly kissed down your neck. You felt how you got wetter with each passing second.

“I can’t wait, darling.” He muttered against your neck while grabbing you by your hips and slowly leading you to the dining table.

When your ass hit the table, Jolly wasted no time and lifted you up on it, before opening your jeans and letting them slip down your legs.

It didn’t take long for him to get out of his pants himself.

“Are you sure, you want this?” Jolly mumbled against your lips while you tried to get him closer to you, his hardened member almost touching your core.

“God, I need you to fill me up.” You whined against his lips, giving him the answer he needed, before he slowly let himself sink into you. You moaned in sink as you tried to adjust to his length.

Jolly’s thrusts slowly became faster, while you tried to hold onto him for dear life. You felt like he was going to kill you with his pace, while small and deep moans echoed through the room. You were ready. You wanted nothing more than a baby with him. You wanted a family with him so badly.

“Fuck, so fucking good with kids.” Jolly groaned in your ear, while your hand found its way into his hair, to get ahold of him. “Cumming in your pussy like you derserve, baby.”

He felt how your walls started to squeeze around his cock as he slams into you. Your moans almost became cries as you felt your orgasm coming. Right as he sent you over the edge, you felt thick and warm ropes of cum spread within you. Jolly groaned into your ear, your voices mixing in ecstasy.

While you both came down from your highs, you held each other in a tight embrace. Jolly was the first to let go of you, just to put his hands on your cheeks. Your eyes met his and he gifted you a small smile. His thumbs stroked over your face, while he whispers. “We are going to be a family. You are going to be the greatest mom.”

“And you are going to be the greatest dad.” You mumbled before kissing him deeply.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #bad omens rpf #collapsedglasshouseswrites #jolly karlsson smut #joakim jolly karlsson fanfic #jolly karlsson fic #jolly karlsson x reader #bad omens smut #smut

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panda-writes-kpop · 8 months ago

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we're never getting back together (like ever?) ~ kim lip

a/n: apologies for the bad pun, but I had to. 😌 this fic is in celebration of the birthday of my favorite (fucking) boomer @kingmaker-a - thank you for being such a great friend (and for the photocards and album). 💕 sorry for the excessive boomer jokes, but it must be done 🫡 also we've got another entry in the paladin! roommates au with more lore about the Paladins (and some bullshit I made up).

tw: paladin! reader kinda reads like an OC but hopefully you can ignore it, reader and lippie get wasted, one too many boomer jokes, alcohol, parties, hangovers, katie and mala being professional little shits ™️

summary: Your roommates are little shits, but you have to thank them for (indirectly) getting you and your ex back together. Perhaps this is a funny story that you can tell at your wedding, given that you and Kim Lip are sober enough to remember the day.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Laughter was a common noise in the Paladins' apartment. You all poked fun at each other from time to time (it was mostly Katie and Mala calling the rest of you boomers).

What concerns you this time, as you nurse your nasty hangover, is the two people laughing from a room away.

Katie's bubbly laughter rings out through the hallways and into the kitchen. Her laughter was usually accompanied an accusing finger from stealing her baked goods (Mala was the one who did the crime, but you did the time with an hour long lecture about personal property) or a brutal roast about your age.

Your joints may be getting old, but your ears are doing just fine since you pick up on the second person who's laughing.

It's Mala.

Mala and Katie were little shits on their own. Together, they could set fire to an entire neighborhood or wreck havoc to your social life.

As you nurse your hangover cure of choice, you're hoping that they're laughing over their choice of lighter fluid.

"What a boomer!" Katie says before dissolving into another fit of giggles.

Fuck.

You trudge into the living room, looking like shit from the night before. Whatever the youngest Paladins are up to, it's certainly no good.

"What are you two doing?" You mumble as Katie puts her phone away and blinks innocently at you.

Wolf in sheep's clothing, I swear.

"Nothing! Mala was just showing me some photos from last night."

With a smirk, Mala presents you with their phone.

This can't be good.

The first photo you see is a picture of Katie with her arms wrapped around Dami. She's laughing as Dami's trying to pull her in for a kiss.

Cute.

Scrolling to the left, you see a more formal picture of Mala standing next to Tzuyu. They're holding hands while not making eye contact with one another. You wonder how long they'll dance around their feelings for each other before one of them confesses.

You swipe again and again, seeing various photos of your friends and their friends. In one photo, Sparrow's knocked out on the ground, curled up in between Kazuha and Yunjin. In another, Neon and Siyeon cheers each other with wide smiles on their faces. There's even a group photo of the five of you that will definitely be a wallpaper on your phone or laptop.

You swipe again.

Then you see it.

A picture of you, drunk beyond recognition, holding a beer in one of your hands. There's nothing wrong with this photo, except you're not the only one in it.

Your other arm is wrapped around Kim Lip, who is wearing a stunning white dress. If your friends didn't know any better, they would assume that the two of you were drunken newlyweds.

The problem is, she's not your wife. She's not your girlfriend. You haven't been seen together in months since she's your ex.

Maybe you two had only dated for a few months, but you really liked her. She was a goofy loser, just like you. Your heart aches as you stare at the picture, wondering what could've been.

"Do you think he's seen it?" Katie shout-whispers as Mala sighs.

"Do you think he makes that face normally?"

"Did this get posted?" You softly ask as Mala and Katie immediately shut up. "Did. This. Get. Posted?"

"We didn't post it." Katie bites her lip before looking at you. "You did."

You toss Mala their phone before scrambling to grab yours from your pocket. When you unlock your phone and open Instagram, you notice your post right at the top with you and Kim Lip in the photo.

And it has 3,000 likes. Great.

"Ah, Jinsoul texted me last night and..." Katie trails off before playing with her hair.

"What did she say?"

"Check your messages."

You click on the message bubble in the top right corner as the menu changes in front of you. Once your messages load, you notice that Kim Lip's name is right at the top.

You click on the message without hesitating.

I saw your post.

Do you have time to meet?

I want to talk things through.

You shouldn't be here.

It's 11:35 a.m. - she's five minutes late.

Your friends aren't late as the two youngest Paladins are dressed in the worst disguises you've ever seen - fake mustaches and all.

A few tables away, Mala holds up their phone with scrolling text that reads: you've got this! just keep your calm and relax.

Katie then holds up their phone, and her scrolling message is: don't screw this up you fucking boomer.

There's something to be said about the duality of man between your two friends, but you can't say anything to them as Kim Lip enters the coffee shop.

You wonder if she knows that this is the same coffee shop you had your first date in.

And you're sitting in the same booth where she told you that she didn't have feelings for you anymore.

You still weren't over her, months later.

She's just as beautiful as the day you last saw her.

Katie's right - You're such a fucking simp.

"Hey." She gently tucks a small bit of hair behind her ear before setting her bag on the table. "Mind if I sit?"

"Not at all."

Kim Lip slides into the booth beside you as you fiddles with the coffee up in front of you.

"Want anything to drink?" You offer before pulling your wallet from your pocket.

"No, I'm alright," She smiles for a moment before asking, "how are you feeling after last night?"

Terrible, I'm dealing with a headache in my brain and two headaches twenty feet away from me.

"A bit rough, but it's nothing that a little hangover cure can't fix." You take a sip of your drink before continuing. "But I'm sure that you didn't come here to just ask how I was feeling."

"Right," She shakes her head for a moment, "listen, I'm sorry about everything I said last night. It was completely unfair of me to dump all of my feelings onto you when you didn't ask for it."

You do your best to hide a surprised reaction, choosing to cough and cover your face with your hand instead.

What did she say? How drunk was I last night?

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Her eyebrow raises as you sheepishly nod. "Well, shit."

Kim Lip grabs her bag and pulls out her phone. She grabs her phone and quickly navigates to her gallery as you try to recall anything that happened last night.

I remember getting there, talking to a few friends, playing a bit of Truth or Drink... that's about it.

With a soft blush, she hands you her phone. You play the video, hoping that you didn't make an absolute fool of yourself.

You hear Jinsoul, the cameraman, laugh as she approaches the two of you. With tears streaming down her face, Kim Lip shakes your barely conscious form.

"I love you!" She screams into your face. "I miss you so much! I was such an idiot for dumping you. Please, please, please take me back!"

You don't even blink at her confession - how fucked up were you? - as she continuous to blubber in your ear.

The video ends with Jinsoul laughing again - you understand why her and Katie are friends after that debacle.

"So?" Her eyes meet yours as you hand her the phone back.

"Did you mean any of that?" You honestly ask as she pauses.

"I- I did." She bows her head as you take a pause of your own to process what she's said.

"I missed you." You hate how desperate you sound, but it's the truth.

You'd do anything for a second chance, and by the way her eyes lit up at your words, you think she feels the same way.

"I'd like that drink now, if you don't mind." She smiles as you sigh.

"Once I get rid of those two, sure," You vaguely gesture towards Katie and Mala, "I don't need them interfering in my boomer romance."

"They still call you a boomer?"

"They haven't stopped."

She laughs as a lovesick grin appears on your face.

"I don't mind them, really," You say, "They're just-"

"-annoying? overprotective? hilarious?" Kim Lip takes a few guesses as your eyes widen.

"-betting on us?" You say, astonished, as you witness Mala hand Katie a handful of money. "Those little hustlers!"

You go to stand up, but Kim Lip grabs your arm and pulls you back down.

"Careful, boomer, you might pull a muscle." She teases before winking at the two little shits who are laughing in the corner.

"That sounds like a you problem, since you'll be the one taking me home." You smile as she laughs.

"As long as we go home together, I don't mind what happens next." Kim Lip says, and you find yourself agreeing.

Perhaps there's still room for love in a boomer's old, tired heart.

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gemini-sensei · 1 year ago

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Selfish | Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader ft. Kyler Park

Kinktober Day 14: husband/wife swap cucking, I think. More so cheating oops.

CW: cheating on spouse, Kyler is a crap husband tho, Reader is a boss ass bitch that doesn't take shit from her shitty husband, unprotected sex. (unedited).

A/N: I had this idea and idk what happened to it. I feel like the execution sucks.

"You are so selfish!"

Kyler scoffed and rolled his eyes as if Reader were being unreasonable. He got up from their bed and started walking to the bathroom. "I'm not listening to this again."

She glared at the back of his head. "You wouldn't have to if you'd just give me what I want. I ask for one thing, good sex, and you even give me that. You're such a loser!"

"Don't call me that!" He yelled, but didn't say anything else. He just slammed and locked the door like the immature adult he was. It made Reader roll her eyes, feeling as though it was her turn now. Then he shouted an after thought, "And if it's so damn important to you, you deal with it!"

Reader sat with her head in her hands, wondering how she'd gotten to this point in her life. Telling herself Kyler wasn't such a bad guy after being in Cobra Kai with him was a good place to start. Thinking he'd get better at sex over time was delusional. And finally, picking him over anyone else was probably where she'd gone the most wrong. She couldn't help feeling like an idiot as she sat there, unfilled but too upset at her husband to do anything about it.

There was a box of toys hidden in the guest room, where she'd probably drag herself to sleep for the night, but they weren't calling out to her. Sure, her vibratory could fix the hollow, gnawing feeling she had in her gut, but it wasn't going to make her husband see that he was a selfish prick that only used her to get off. She needed something more. Something better.

As she grabbed her robe and slipped it on, her phone buzzed. It was an Instagram notification telling her someone had tagged her in one of their pictures. She opened it as she walked down to the guest room, smiling to herself as she saw a picture of herself from her high school graduation. She was standing in a group between Moon and Sam, arms wrapped around each other with big smiles on their faces. Also in the photo, Miguel, Demetri, Yasmine and Hawk. It was captioned, Can't believe it's been five years since we graduated! #memories.

Typical Moon, Reader thought to herself with a small smile.

She walked into the guest room and locked the door, knowing Kyler would come annoying her at some point. She just ignored his entire existence in their home and looked through the pictures Moon had posted. So she crawled into bed and let her worries drift away.

As she came to the end of the photos, she saw herself with Hawk, laughing. Their caps were crooked and they were holding each other's diplomas, a funny little scene they thought would make a good picture. It was really nice and made her chuckle, but more importantly it made her think of him.

They'd had a spark at one point but never pursued it. At a New Year's party, They'd shared a kiss but left it at that. For a while, their friendship was marred by karate and warring dojos, all of which had been resolved before graduation, thankfully. However, she couldn't sit there in good conscience and say she didn't regret not taking that leap of faith. She couldn't help thinking she'd be a lot happier if she were with Hawk instead of Kyler.

Turning over and putting her head on the pillow her final thoughts were along the lines of how getting married young had been a terrible idea. And perhaps it wasn't too late to take a longshot.

It took Reader a week to work up the courage to talk to Hawk about what they possibly had going on after high school. It wasn't as if they hadn't talked to each other since then, but most of their conversations weren't long or deep. They we're more like check in, little congratulations when they celebrated something on social media, asking how they were after a tough week. They weren't all that special, but Reader found them to be nice looking back now. It was more than Kyler gave her after all.

Hawk met her at a little café downtown during their lunch breaks. She was sipping a latte when he sat down and smiled at her. She was happy to see he still had his mohawk.

"Long time, no see," he joked.

She smiled. "Certainly feels that way."

They hadn't met up in a while, which was why it was a little awkward at first. At least for her.

She didn't know how to go about asking him out while her husband was a grade A asshole. Would he even still like her as a friend if she made a move on him? Was she going about this all wrong?

She wanted to say this was all about pleasure and that she could go back to Kyler when she got what she needed, but in the back of her mind she knew that wasn't true. As she got into deep conversation with Hawk, she knew whatever feelings she'd had for Kyler were no longer a raging fire as they seemingly were before. Hawk made her laugh and asked her about her day so far, which was far more than her husband ever gave to her. She was smiling more with Hawk in thirty minutes than she ever had with Kyler in the last three years.

It gave her some hope.

So Reader reached over and put her hand on Hawk's. He looked at her, staying quiet as she stared back at him with soft eyes and a pretty smile. "Thanks for meeting me. I know it was kind of short notice, but it means a lot to me."

He smiled at her. "Of course. I'd drop everything for you, Reader. You know that."

She giggled, wondering how true that was.

"What's on your mind?"

"I just... I've been having second thoughts..."

"About what?"

"Kyler." His name came out in a heavy sigh, almost as if it was a weight she carried with her everywhere and she was exhausted.

"Oh." He didn't pull his hand away. "You know, I always kinda hoped you'd say something like that."

She tried to hide her smile now. "Really?"

He leaned forward as of about to tell her a secret. "Yeah, really. He doesn't deserve you."

"Is this where you say, I told you so?" she asked, remembering their friends having warned her about Kyler. How he hadn't changed, how he wasn't kind, how he didn't care. She tried not to think about those things as Hawk's lips drew closer.

He shook his head. "No, I'm not gonna say that. I'm just gonna..."

He finished leaning in and kissee her, capturing her lips with his and she melted into it immediately. She was a moth to his flame and she didn't feel and ounce of guilt for it.

It lasted all of five, maybe six, seconds before they pulled away from each other. Then she moved closer to him and they resumed their kiss, making it deeper and wrapping each other up in their arms. Their coffees were mostly forgotten about as they indulged in each other with a long overdue second chance.

"You sure this is how this how it's supposed to go?" Kyler asked as he watched Reader turn the little key in the little lock. He stared down at the new toy shed gotten, the one she swore was going to feel amazing, but he was beginning to question her judgment.

The cockcage wasn't as nice as she said it was going to be. It was cold and strange. As she took the key, which was hanging from a small chain link, and put it around her neck, he wasn't so sure about this. If he wanted to do anything about it, it was too late now. She'd also cuffed his hands behind his back and the position he sat in wasn't the most comfortable. He was beginning to sense things weren't going the way he thought they would.

Reader scoffed. "I already told you, babe, this is gonna be awesome." She turned around and made her way over to their bed, quietly muttering, "for me at least."

"What was that?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," she giggled and crawled onto the bed. She had her box of toys out and picked up her pretty vibrator, showing it off to him. The tone in the air quickly changed. "This is who I went to when you couldn't finish me off."

He glared at her, trying to remain serious as he ogled lingerie clad body. He'd never admit it out loud, but she knew he loved her curves and rolls. He acted like he hated them because that was the "manly" thing to do, that people didn't actually like big women, it was all a show. He didn't want to present himself that way, so he hid it from everyone else. But he couldn't hide it from her. Too bad he already fucked up their marriage.

"That's not fair," he argued.

She pouted at him, not feeling too bad. "You're right, babe. It isn't fair. To me. I shouldn't need this fella."

Reader turned on her toy and it buzzed to life. She continued to show it off to him, making sure he saw it.

"It also isn't fair how you use me like a glorified fleshlight. I mean, come on, I've got all the natural advantages a man could ever dream of and you can't indulge me one bit," she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. She then laid back and spread her legs, pulling her panties aside and making sure her pussy was on full display for him to see from the chair she'd sat him on. "It's not fair that only you get pleasure when we have sex."

She brought the vibrator to her pussy and rubbed it along her already wet fold, spreading that wetness. She moaned into the stiff air, breathing new life into the room as she continued to torture him with the image of her. His whining brought a smirk to her lips as she used her other hand to spread her folds and teased her slit with the toy.

"A fucking toy is better than you!" she moaned, feeling the vibrations over her sensitive lips.

Then the bedroom door opened.

"Man, that must be embarrassing," a new voice said.

Kyler looked up, confused. "The fuck are you doing here?"

Reader sat up but kept playing with herself. She smiled at Hawk as he stood in the doorway in nothing but his boxers. "Well, Kyler, honey, you told me if sex and satisfaction was so important to me, I should deal with it myself. So Hawk is here to help me with that."

"That wasn't what I meant!" Kyler shouted.

"Well, why do you care? You didn't before," she said, giving an exaggerated pout.

Hawk walked over and took the vibe from her, taking over. He pushed it into her but barely, teasing her with it. She moaned, laying back on the mattress. However he didn't do that for long before taking the toy and turning it off, then tossed it aside. As he started crawling onto the bed, Kyler made a fuss.

"Hey! Hey, what d'you think you're doing?" he huffed from the corner. He struggled against his restraints but it was useless. She'd made sure to lock them tight, knowing he was going to whine and complain about it later. "That's my wife!"

Hawk scoffed, turning to look at Kyler with an unamused look. "I don't think she really wants to be your wife anymore, since you don't treat her right."

"I give her everything she wants, man. I've got all the money she could want. I mean, what the fuck do you have that I don't?"

"Well, first of all, you're not even listening to her now," Hawk said, gesturing to Reader as she laid out so pretty on the bed. He got an eyeful of her, licking his lips before turning back to Kyler. "She doesn't care about your money. Money can't buy her pleasure. Not like this."

He then went on to push his boxers off, revealing his thick, long cock. It sprung free and smacked his stomach, making his groan. He then grabbed himself and started fishing his cock. "This is what a woman deserves. A nice orgasm from a real cock."

Kyler shut up and looked away from Hawk, feeling a little emasculated. Before him was not only a guy he'd bullied the shit out of in high school, but he was also someone that had beat him up too. Now he was here, in his house with his wife, and he had a bigger cock than him too. If only he saw the way it wasn't about who had the bigger dick but about which one of them actually cared for Reader, but his skull was too thick for him to understand something as simple as that. Instead, all he saw was himself losing again with his aching cock locked in a stupid cage.

Hawk turned to Reader with a brash, unapologetic smile. She gave it back to him before slipping her panties off and tossing them aside. He licked his lips and crawled onto the bed foregoing eating her out because he wanted to make sure she came on his cock. She didn't mind.

They kissed each other hungrily, Reader wrapping her arms around him and pulling him against her. Soft tits met his hardened, lean chest and rubbed against her nipples. It made her shudder and gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. One of his hands traveled down her front in the meantime, feeling her up and giving her belly a nice squeeze. Then hisnfingers brushed her folds and she sighed into his mouth, needy and ready for him.

He barely pulled away from her to speak. His voice came out raspy and husky. "Gonna make you feel so good, you won't even know what to do with yourself."

He sent shivers down her spine and her cunt throbbed with need. She was so deprived of good sex, she could hardly wait for him anymore. Just his words made her wet and by the time he led the tip of his cock to her pussy, she was soaked.

Her head fell back as he pushed into her, but she whined when he stopped halfway only to let out a gasp as he pushed her knees into the mattress. Now she was all splayed out and open for him, and for Kyler to see just what Hawkndid to make her feel so good. He continued to push into her after that, bottoming out a moment later and stilling again to let her adjust.

"Oh my god," she moaned, looking up at him. "So big."

"I know, you're not used to all this, huh?" He said, a little teasing. His thumb came down on her clit and rubbed little circles onto it to help loosen her up. "Let me take care of you."

After a moment of him playing with her clit, he started thrusting in and out of her tight cunt. Her moans overpowered the pouty whines and struggles from the corner of the room, making her forget all about her spineless husband in the corner. She was instead thrust into a world of pleasure given to her by none other than Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, aka the guy she should have married.

He put one of her legs over his shoulder and used his free hand to play with her tits, pulling on them and pinching her nipples. He even smacks one, watching the way it bounced with the impact and force of his thrusts. Under him, she was divine and godly. She looked so pretty, eyes screwed shut as she moaned his name. Her nails dug into his waist as she tried to stay grounded in reality, but he planned on taking her to a whole other plain of pleasure.

Behind him, Kyler cursed up a storm. He called them all sorts of names and told them they were fucked for this. He mostly spat at Hawk for "stealing his girl" but failed to realize it was his own doing. Reader wasn't satisfied, in more ways than one, in their marriage and it was his own fault. But being Kyler, he'd blame anyone but himself for this happening. Furthermore, he saw Reader as an object more than a person. Their marriage wasn't sentiment, it was a status to him. He looked like a great husband on paper, with a job he got from his dad and a house that had too much space for two people, so he saw nothing wrong with it.

Except for the fact that now his wife was getting fucked by his rival. Hawk had never posed much of a threat, but in Kylers mind he was someone who needed to be constantly put down at one point. Now it was his turn to get knocked off of his high horse.

"Oh my god! Hawk!" Reader all but squealed. Her legs began to shake but his hold on them kept them in place. The earth-shattering orgasm building up was focused there and in her gut, which grew tighter and tighter with each thrust. "Hawk!"

Each time she moaned his name, it encouraged him. He hit that special spot just a little harder too, making her wither under him. He seethed as her nails scratched his back but he took it proudly. It was an honor to get fucked up by her.

"Kiss me," she whimpered, trying to pull him close.

He leaned down, giving her what she wanted. Their lips met in a messy, sloppy kiss as he held her leg to her shoulder, moaning into each other's mouths. His hips began to hit harder against hers, making her ass jiggle under him. Her thighs shook with the pressure of pleasure and she soon tipped over the cliff and dove into the ocean of orgasm.

As soon as he velvet walls stsrted constricting around him, his thrusts stuttered. He fell in after her and his movement became choppy. He came in hot spurts, fucking it into her until he couldn't possibly keep going. Stilling over her, cock buried deep in her cunt, he groaned into her mouth.

He had to pull away for air, panting heavily. However, before he could catch all of his breath, he followed it up by pressing little kisses to her lips. Only after he started to taper off did he remember he was supposed to pull out.

"Holy fuck... fuck... shit, 'm sorry I came in you..." he panted.

She shook her, smiling through the ragged breathing. "Don't be... I fucking loved it."

She kissed him and it quickly deepened. He lowered her leg and laid on top of her, still buried inside her. She moaned as he seemed to sink deeper into her and wrapped her legs around him. He groaned and nipped at her lip, tugging on it teasingly.

They forgot all about Kyler in the corner as they giggled and made out with each other. He sat slouched in his chair, almost sliding out of it if not for planting his feet on the floor, angrily glaring at them. He was red all over, aching in his cage, wishing for the torment to be over. However, he knew it may be a while as the key was sandwiched between Reader's fat tits and Hawk's chest.

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Next Time I See You (Bucky Egan x OC)

Summary: With plenty of time to think in Stalag Luft III, and not much else to do, Bucky's relationship with Holly is often at the forefront of his thoughts, the occasional highs and the increasing lows as her absence in his life echoes louder with each passing day.

Note: A lot of Bucky introspection and some of his friendship with Alex because I really love that! Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf/radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Inevitable historical inaccuracies. Angst involving grief, guilt, hopelessness, and insecurity (it’s a Stalag fic).

Bucky didn’t receive a letter from anyone besides his mother during his first mail call at Stalag Luft III, nearly a month following his capture, which meant Holly either thought he was dead or wished he was. She swore she wasn’t mad when he told her he was going after Buck, but she lied about how she felt all the time. Just usually not to him.

He thought he finally understood her then, when they shared the murky space of loving someone between life and death. Awed and terrified at the fact that she could go on in such a state for well over a year, he’d only had the feeling for a few days, a greedy little parasite that wanted all of his joy until he was left with nothing but grief.

And it didn’t quite disappear when he saw Buck again, instead directing its hunger to Holly until he almost hated her.

Except he didn’t. He could never. Despair and guilt intermingled, the ghastly combination fermenting in his brain as he lay awake through sleepless nights that bled together. As if being with him even did her any good—she loved him, and he had been selfish enough to make her go through that yet again. Buck told him he was being unfair to her and himself by thinking like that, and though Bucky knew he was right, he was too tired to do much but wallow.

After a month ruminating on his heartbreak and pretending he didn’t even care that some Kraut fuck probably had his pistol with her photo displayed on the grip, a thick envelope and a lumpy package were shoved into his arms. A glance at the sender, carefully written in neat, capital letters, made a grin break out across his face.

LT. HOLLY BECK DEAN

She was a Lieutenant. Long overdue. He’d been pushing for her promotion since his first week at Thorpe Abbotts. Bucky’s campaign had been taken with a large grain of salt by pretty much everyone he brought it up to. Probably thought he was just trying to impress Holly. Initially true, but as time went on, and the WAAC dropped an ‘A’ upon no longer being Auxiliary, he knew she deserved it.

His smile wavered, stomach sank when he read the first paragraph of her letter, nothing short of the apology he’d been greedily hoping for—that she hadn’t forgotten about him, certainly wasn’t mad at him, and desperately hoped he’d forgive her for taking so long to write to him. In the chaos and bureaucracy at the air base, some things were relayed to her and others weren’t. It wasn’t until Woody received a letter from Brady that Holly even knew Bucky was still alive.

Whoever told her she wasn’t good at writing letters was woefully mistaken, or simply an unappreciative audience. Reading her letters made him feel like he was talking to her, like she was sitting right beside him, her voice in his ear, each inflection and giggle and snicker loud and clear. She wrote about the Yankees’ trades and pre-season with the care of a fan. Drew funny little pictures and started an ongoing game of tic-tac-toe that he realized four letters later he was losing, so he started a new one which she went along with despite her protests of bad sportsmanship. She scrawled an ‘I love you’ somewhere on each page, even if it had nothing to do with anything.

Then, there were the packages, at one point neatly wrapped in bright paper before they were devoured by a foreign-tongued beast and spit out to him in haphazardly bundled shapes, the scraps from its cruel and insatiable jaw. Something was always missing, usually candy, but one time he was down a scarf, which especially pissed him off. He knew as much because her hand-written letters included a typed list of everything she sent to him, and he knew exactly how she did it.

The dozens of times he pulled a chair in front of her desk, leaning on his elbow, chin in his open palm as he watched her work—the gentle concentration on her face until Nancy or Leona made a comment that brought her into a conversation that somehow never affected her typing. Her fingers swiftly moving across the keys. The incessant clicks and dings of typewriters in motion amidst shuffling paper on desks and boots slapping on the floor. Her lips puckered whenever she was close to finishing a page, as if she were going to give each one a kiss. He dreamed about that before he even knew he was in love with her.

With plenty of time to think in the Stalag, and not much else to do, he decided he loved her when they bet on the Yankees at Nationals game. Crammed next to each other in the Jeep, listening to the radio on her lap, he had nearly kissed her that night. Even though he struck out and the Yankees lost, he returned to the barracks on cloud nine, unable to think of little more than her.

As months turned into years and he endured hellishly frozen winters and sweltering summers, it was hard to remain hopeful. He realized they’d been apart far longer than they’d actually been together. His stomach turned sour if he thought about it too much. She said something similar about Stan once, afraid of when she’d reach the point of having remembered him for longer than she knew him.

Holly was generous in sending photographs when he asked, which was often. On the back of most of them, he’d see Stan Bucky, and an inexplicable melancholy would wash over him. He understood. She didn’t have the time or resources to take new photos, and letting perfectly good existing ones (some of them really good) sit around in a box didn’t help anyone. It was still odd, a reminder of just how easily he could have ended up like Stan.

Of course he never knew Stan, but he caught his ghost lingering often enough to feel like he did. Bucky would stare at Holly’s photos, wondering if he was seeing the same thing their original intended recipient had. They must have been similar enough for her to have fallen in love with the both of them.

But would she even recognize him the next time she saw him—really took a good look at him? Would he be the same man she fell in love with? Certainly not. Maybe he’d be lucky enough that she’d fall in love with him a second time, that somehow this Frankenstein version of him, undead but hardly holy, would be deserving. He didn’t pray much, was never one for it except in the air, but on the occasions he could set aside his frustrations with God, he’d bargain, angry and demanding, the least You could do after everything.

He knew it was showing in his letters to her, bleeding through the growing cracks. He tried to be funny, but came across as cynical. Cheerful was bleak, and hope was baseline survival. Everything he said was backward, living in a mirror of reality. He wasn’t sure how to tell her the truth. Inching ever closer to the forefront of his mind, the fear that soon enough, letters wouldn’t be enough to keep him from falling apart, that he wouldn’t be able to hear her voice in them anymore. The mirror would shatter, slice through him, leave him with scars he couldn’t reach.

For weeks, he wracked his brain for what to do, how to make sure she’d be able to see him and know he was still hers after everything, until he overheard Alex telling Macon about how another guy in the camp had given him a pack of cigarettes to draw a pin-up for him. And Alex was damn good. Could draw just about anything with little to no reference—maps, forts, women. Bucky reckoned that using some of what Holly had sent him for what he had in mind would even out in the end.

“Hey Alex,” Bucky said, late one evening, placing two packs of cigarettes and a candy bar in front of him. “This enough for you to draw something I could get tattooed?”

“Bucky, I don’t know the first thing about tattoos.”

“Neither do I, but my girl has one, so I figure if we get out of here…I just wanna do something big for her, you know?”

“Usually that involves buying a ring.”

“Yeah, I’ll get around to that,” Bucky gently tapped his knuckles against the wooden table. “Will you do it?”

Alex smiled. “What do you have in mind?”

“Her name in a heart,” he said. “Or something with roses. She likes roses. I’ll leave it up to you, just make sure her name’s there. That’s the most important part.”

“Holly, right?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, Holly.”

Though he was anxious to see the progress Alex made, he knew at the very least not to rush an artist. It’d be his first tattoo—his only. Hell, he wouldn’t have given it much thought if Holly didn’t already have hers. He was speechless the first time he saw it on her bicep—an anchor with ‘Stan’ written underneath it that she’d gotten in San Francisco the weekend before he shipped out. Like a real sailor, with the grit and guts to match.

A few times, he and Holly had joked about using a 48-hour pass to go to London and get them, but he wasn’t sure how much she was actually kidding. He certainly wasn’t, not anymore.

It gave him pause when Alex asked where Bucky was planning on getting the tattoo, as it’d influence the overall size of the design.

For a moment, he considered his chest, dramatic and personal, intimate. Then, he settled on his arm, more practical, mirroring her own existing tattoo. The thought made him nervous, excited. Wondered how she felt when she got hers. She’d told him it was the worst pain she ever felt in her life. Considering what he’d already gone through, he figured he could sit through a tattoo for her.

He decided he would err on the side of caution with the design and send it to her in his next letter. Not exactly the surprise he originally envisioned, but he realized she didn’t have many—if any—keepsakes of him. All she had was a strip from a photo booth they had squeezed into one weekend, a cheeky note he wrote her one drunken night, and the scar on her knuckle, just above her middle finger on her left hand, that didn’t quite heal right after he bandaged it up.

It’d be something for her to look forward to, keep her going. He wasn’t sure how she managed to keep her letters to him light and cheerful, maybe suppressing her true emotions to buoy his spirits.

Less than a week later, Alex presented him with the design. A heart, detailed and shaded with two carefully placed rosebuds—“One for you, and one for her”—with ‘Holly’ in pristine script in the middle of the heart. It was a hell of a lot better than anything he could’ve attempted himself. Certainly better than he imagined.

“Jesus, they should get you to paint the Sistine Chapel or something.”

Alex laughed. “Thanks, Bucky.”

“I mean it. Holly’s gonna think this is a million times better than a ring.”

“More permanent than one.”

“That’s the idea,” he said.

When it came time to write to her, he found himself frozen, pencil in hand, not sure how to explain, what to accompany the ‘Dear Holly’ he confidently scrawled across the top of the page before coming to a halt. He licked his lips, and began with his usual ‘I love you. I miss you.' which flowed into his retelling the whole story and ending with, ‘Keep this safe for me until the next time I see you.’

A month later, he received her response, the last one before they were ordered to march, and anything they couldn’t carry was burned to the ground, ‘You’re crazy! Certifiable even. I guess I am too, because I’ll be damned if I don’t get your name inked on me. It’s a date the next time I see you, Major.’

#bucky egan x oc #john egan x oc #masters of the air #john egan #bucky egan #masters of the air x oc #mota x oc #mota oc #mota #hbo war #hbo war x oc #ch: holly

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