#I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAINNN

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Whiskers & Wishes - Gaz x Reader (2)

help, it's again.

two of the images used are renders done by loneghostwolf88 and BettyBRenders3D

Gaz x F!Reader, eventual smut (final chapter only).

this is: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | TBA

Summary:

Gaz knows you very well - he's been in love with you for the better part of a year. So when he jilts the wrong woman and ends up being turned into a cat for his troubles, surely the person who knows him best will recognise him, even like this... right?

You know Gaz very well - you've been pining over him for the past year. So when he disappears without a trace and a strange cat appears at your apartment, the little coincidences that remind you of Kyle are just your anxious mind making false connections... right?

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When your eyelids fluttered open the next morning, you were greeted by the rise and fall of a fluffy chest and hazel eyes that peered into your own.

“Meow.”

A deep inhale – a resigned sigh.

“Good morning,” you groaned and promptly shoved your head back into your pillow. Why was your fluffy little feline friend still in your apartment – let alone in your bed? Maybe you’d been wrong; he didn’t have a home to return to. But he’d looked so well taken care of last night, with bright eyes and a shiny coat. Plus, he’d recognised the cat door on your balcony and how it worked. Perhaps he’d had owners up until recently… there wasn’t a collar on him, after all.

A wave of fury washed over you at the thought, and you scowled into the pillows. Your daze was interrupted by an odd pressure on your lower back. You turned and saw the cat gently making biscuits on your lower back; his claws kindly tucked away like a gentleman. 

“Thank you, pretty kitty,” you chuckled in a sleep-hoarse voice, one arm stretched back as you caressed his soft ears. The cat just purred and stared back at you with those wide, hazel eyes that strangely reminded you of…

Kyle.

He should’ve been on a plane halfway across the country, but you knew he’d have replied to your message overnight. He always did. It was something you loved and hated about him in equal measure. You revelled in his attention, but those little tastes made the way you hungered for the real thing even worse. 

You checked your phone. Nothing. You opened every single app with a text chain with Kyle, but the only new messages were the ones you’d sent him about the cat. They were all left on delivered, not even read. 

“Strange,” you whispered to yourself.

It was at that moment that the cat started meowing furiously. 

“Well, excuse me, cranky!” You blinked in surprise before turning back to your phone. The torrent of noise continued.

“Mrrp!” You felt fur brush your cheek before a brown paw struck out at your screen like lightning.

You gasped and jerked your head around, your cat still bapping at Kyle’s contact photo. 

‘Demanding little beast’ , you thought.

“Are you hungry? Is that it?”

A low, frustrated “Mrrow…” was the only reply.

“If you want something, you don’t need to get violent about it…” you groaned as you clambered out of bed, “Sassiest cat I’ve ever bloody met.” You tossed your phone on the bed before stumbling into the kitchen.

— — —

Well. Shit…

That was all Kyle could think of as he stared at your abandoned phone. Smacking at his own face when you checked your messages had been, admittedly, a half-baked plan to get you to connect the dots. But until he had something more solid, there wasn’t much more he could do than get you to associate real-him with cat-him . 

You were right about one thing, though. He was hungry.

He brushed up against the soft skin of your legs until you picked him up like you had the night before. He didn’t like being so far away from your face. He was used to being taller than you – used to leaning his head over your shoulder to get you flustered, used to looking down into your gorgeous eyes and not being able to contain his smile. 

He settled for being cradled into your shoulder instead. 

You reheated some of last night’s chicken and placed it on a dish in front of him… on the ground. 

Absolutely not. He was not about to eat from a plate on the bloody floor. It was just plain demeaning. He blinked up at you, desperate to convey his disgust.

“Come on, baby, it’s the same stuff as last night. What’s the problem?”

Kyle padded over to your little dining table and leapt up onto one of the chairs, his head barely peeking over the edge. 

“Meow.”

You stared at him with one hand on your hip, the other clutching your tea.

Your jaw dropped. “You cannot be serious.”

Kyle flicked his elegant tail.

“You are the weirdest cat I have ever seen,” you grumbled as you picked up the dish and placed it on the table before him. You shook your head and sat down opposite him with your mug.

 It was a strange parallel version of a scene he’d lived dozens of times before, sharing drinks and conversation after he’d spent the night on your couch, having found reason after reason to stick around until you told him it was too late for him to go home. Christ, of all the times to be unable to speak with you, this fever dream of a situation was definitely the worst.

He heard you sigh as he ate. He didn’t need to look up to know you’d have your face rested in one hand, eyes half-closed in sleep. Your cheek squished up and oh-so kissable. 

“You didn’t go home last night, mister.” Kyle felt your finger rub behind his ear, turning his face until you brushed his cheek instead. “You must belong to someone, a stray could never be as audacious as you are and survive.” 

‘Oi!’ he thought. A little chirp came out of his mouth.

“Don’t argue with me. You know I’m right.” He licked your finger in retaliation.

“No collar, though, and no one in this building knows you.” You sighed, lips pursed in thought. “I’ll have to take you to the vet, hmm? See if you’ve got a microchip.” 

Kyle bristled at the suggestion as you stroked his neck fur, oblivious. On second thought, he knew there was no record or microchip to be found. If you learned this and kept him, it would give him more time to find a way to communicate with you. Plus, he wouldn’t have to live on the streets while waiting to become human again.

He hopped onto the table and wove around the dish to nuzzle his head under your chin. ‘Come on, normally it takes you five seconds after spotting a stray before you’re crying to me about how you want to take it home,’ Kyle thought as he sat up and looked at you with the widest eyes he could manage. ‘I’m fucking adorable, get attached to me!’

You let out a small ‘aww’ and cradled his face in your hands. “Sweet little guy,” you cooed before you kissed his forehead. 

Mission success.

You massaged his cheeks with your fingertips and kissed his forehead again. “Aren’t you so handsome?” Kyle’s chest rumbled with a purr against his will. Maybe there were a few perks to the whole ‘cat’ business, after all.

— — — 

The cat had been surprisingly cooperative when you’d gotten him ready for the vet. 

He jumped into the box of his own free will and stayed put the entire walk down to the car. He sat upright in the passenger seat with refined posture as you drove to the vet, his thick chest fur like a cravat tied around his neck. 

This animal just seemed so… human. You felt like you were going mad each time you had that thought.

He was perfectly polite in the waiting room and during the initial check-up – he’d only sent you one murderous glare when the doctor pressed on his hips and belly to check for lumps. 

“I’m not picking up a microchip, and there’s no record at our practice of a cat with his description who isn’t microchipped.” The vet’s voice was gentle as she moved to put the scanner back in a drawer. “I agree, it’s doubtful that he’s a stray based on his appearance, health, and what you’ve told me.” You looked down at the feline as he pushed his head further into your hand, waiting for you to run your hands down his neck and shoulders. 

“He’s such a sweet thing,” you murmured, “I can only imagine how worried his owners must be, but I don’t understand why he didn’t just go home last night. It’s literally what cats do!”

“Unfortunately, it’s more common than you might think for people to take collars off family pets and dump them or leave them behind when moving.” The vet sighed. “You’re more than welcome to search for the owners, but if you want to hold onto him in the meantime, I suggest you have him registered with us under a name and consider a collar. 

“Plus,” she smiled, tilting her chin at the cat, “It’s obvious he adores you.” 

Your eyes flicked down to the ball of deep brown fur nestled up to your arm, big eyes boring into your own.

“I think that’s an excellent idea.” You smiled up at the other woman. “What do you think?” you cooed down at the little cat, who now sported an unimpressed glare. He chirped.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

When you left the vet’s, you had a cat registered as Mister with a collar to match, some wet cat food, cat toys, and a litter box. You hoped it wouldn’t take too much encouragement for him to use it.

— — —

There was no force in Heaven or Earth that could make Kyle use a fucking litter box. 

He’d diligently suffered through the poking and prodding like a good little soldier, he’d sat patiently when you’d bought feathery little playthings, and he’d even kept his temper when you’d placed a collar and tag with your phone number around his neck.

Although, he’d had to remind himself to be mad about the collar, repressing the satisfied feeling in his gut at the idea you’d staked a claim on him, something that announced him as yours for everyone to see. It had to be some side effect of this cat business. Yes, that was definitely it…

But the one thing that had immediately tipped him over the edge was the litter box. As soon as you’d picked up the repulsive thing, Kyle’s reaction was to huff out, ‘Absolutely fucking not!’  

Unfortunately, all you had heard was a long, low growl with his ears pinned to his skull.

Two days later, you would come running into your bathroom after hearing the toilet flush when you were home alone. Instead of coming face-to-face with an intruder, you made direct eye contact with Kyle as he stood on your toilet seat with his back paws, his front half leaning on the half-flush button. Both of you froze.

He blinked at you.

You blinked at him.

‘Please,’ Kyle thought, ‘Surely this is weird enough for something to click in that pretty head of yours.’

“Holy shit,” you mumbled. “I’ve seen this in YouTube shorts, I didn’t think anyone ever actually taught their cats how to use the bathroom.”

Kyle adored you, but he was starting to question your intelligence.

He displayed the same aversion to the cat food, constantly begging to sit at the table with you and eat whatever you were having. Eventually, you’d caved, and now you made him a dinner mix of rice, vegetables, and meat. He still made you pick him up for at least a little while when you cooked. He craved the sound of your heartbeat against his ear and the smell of your hair when he nuzzled into your neck. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he’d found you like this after a long day of work, coming home and wrapping his arms around your waist while you told him about your day. He could pretend it was a certainty that you would share the same bed as him, that he was allowed to hold you, to kiss you, to feel you. A universal constant.

But then you would scratch behind his ears and call him a “Spoiled little baby,” and the cold water of reality would drown him once again.

Later that night, Kyle heard you try to call him.

“Look, I just–” Your exhale was fragile. One hand covered your eyes as you stood half in moonlight and half in shadow, painted like a sinner at confession. 

“If I did something wrong when you were last here, Kyle,” Your voice broke over the letters of his name. No bullet could ever hurt him more than that sound.

‘Never! You could never,’ he thought.

“I’m so sorry. I know you’re probably just really busy, and you can ignore this–” You paused to regain your breath, your face crumpled under the pressure of your pain.

‘I’m not ignoring you, darling. I’m still here.’

“But please,” Your eyes locked onto his across the room, but you did not see him . “Please just let me know that you’re okay.”

‘I’m still here!’

Kyle watched you hang up the voicemail and sink into the couch. Guilt settled heavily in his chest like a stone. ‘Please,’ he thought, ‘God, anyone, fix what has happened to me so I can comfort her properly.’  

Nothing changed.

He would make do. For you, he could always make do.

Kyle bounded into your bedroom and jumped onto your bed, nudging at your spare blanket until it fell to the floor. He began to drag the blanket out into your living room, one corner in his mouth. He tripped over the damn thing a few times, the fabric much heavier than his smaller body. 

Christ, being a cat was fucking inconvenient.

Your head perked up at the drag of fleece over your carpet, and you looked shocked. You reached down to pull the blanket up around you. “Thank you, baby,” you mumbled at him. Kyle’s skin felt too tight. 

Gaz shook himself out and leapt onto your couch, huddling down beside your face. Kyle rubbed his face against yours, laying little licks across your neck and cheeks. Eventually, your breathing calmed, and you pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Sweet little thing,” you whispered. He could hear that sandpaper-rough exhaustion in your voice. His stomach felt like it was trying to escape his body.

‘I’m sorry,’ Kyle had never wanted to wrap himself around you more.

— — —

Your heart had split somewhere between the third dial tone and the voicemail beep. Fear had clawed its way inside you, dragging you down from where it was anchored into your chest. 

Kyle would never ignore your messages for no reason, which meant that either something was very wrong or he was upset with you, and he wasn’t meant to be out in the field for at least a week, so the only other possibility was that you were stupid and you had–  

The unravelling thread of thoughts was shattered by Mister dragging a blanket towards you. 

‘What a smart creature!’ you thought at the time . ‘Did his previous owner teach him this? Can cats be taught things like this? Where the fuck did he even know where to find this blanket!?’

“Thank you, baby,” you managed through tears, curling up under the warm fleece.

Mister settled in next to you and rubbed his head against you, licking stray tears from your neck and cheeks. You marvelled at how brilliant this cat was. It was as if he understood what you were feeling. You took his head in your palms and moved back to look at him.

“Sweet little thing,” you whispered. Your voice sounded too quiet. 

Mister let out the softest, smallest mewl you’d ever heard. The tiny sound slithered into the crack in your chest, and you didn’t think you could survive it. There was a strange guilt at the idea your sadness was infecting your poor cat.

“Aww, sweetheart!” You chuckled weakly, “Are you worried about me, Mister?”

“Mrow,” Mister pressed a paw against your forehead. You let out a wet laugh and took the small thing in your hands, “Look at your little toe beans!” You sniffed, running your fingertip over the sensitive pads before pressing on the middle of Mister’s paw. His claws shot out around your finger, and it looked oddly like he was holding your hand. This time, you let out a genuine laugh, the sound devoid of tears.

The awful roiling in Kyle’s gut finally subsided.

“What a big, scary guy, huh?” You carefully kissed his paw before letting go, pulling Mister further into your arms before the exhaustion of the day took hold of you right there on the couch.

— — — 

Gaz’s heart rate had reached an unhealthy speed when you’d called him that. 

Big, scary guy.  

God. You’d kissed his palm, too. It didn’t matter if this was not his actual body. He could feel it all the same. 

And yet, you had no idea. He knew then that he was fucked. He was horrifically and hopelessly in love with you. It was a truth carved into his soul. 

He was in love with you, and he was still a fucking cat.

#gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod smut #call of duty smut #cat!gaz fic #I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAINNN

[vivwritesfics]

Hi vivi it's me👹

(Aka lando's wife ofc)

first of all, CONGRATULATIONS ON 6K !! gosh it feels like somedays ago you had 5k 😭

Anywaysss

Can i please request a lando fic where the reader is going feral with his wins, achievements, posts and what not and it's just slow burn to a point where they both (and us, the ones reading) can't take it anymore?

(It can be smut, fluff, angsty, humorous idm! All upto youu)

Congratulations on 6k once againnn !!!!

HELLO MY DARLING! I'm so sorry this has been in my inbox for so long but I've decided to combine these requests bc... it felt like a good idea I suppose

The first win was Miami. She was there. Of course she was there; Lando took her everywhere.

Her nails had been between her teeth since lap one. And then the safety car came out. An engineer had to hold her to keep her calm.

And then max was just behind him. But that gap kept building. And building. Every time it changed her heart was in her mouth and she wanted to throw up.

She hadn't meant to drop to her knees when Lando crossed the finish line on the last lap. But hearing the words "LANDO NORRIS WINS THE MIAMI GRAND PRIX" had simply been too much for her.

She was squashed against the barrier with the rest of the McLaren team, watching lando on the top step of the podium for the first fucking time.

She wanted to kiss him. When he jumped out of the car, when he pulled off the helmet, just before he jumped into the arms of his team. She would have kissed him then.

His next win was Silverstone, his home Grand Prix. It was a different story on track, a closer fight between him and Max, but Lando ultimately finished first.

It was the same story for her. Being crushed against the barriers by the team as he celebrated. This time Lando ran to her, pulled her into his arms quickly over the barrier. But he didn't kiss her.

She was so fucking happy as she watched him spray the champagne over Max and Catlos, don't get me wrong. But there was a little bit of disappointment settling in her heart.

Fuck, she wanted to kiss him. What an asshole (but, of course, she meant it affectionately).

His final win of the season came in Vegas. The race he'd crashed out of last year. It was rather cathartic, winning a race he'd never even finished before.

She was going to kiss him. Fuck everything else.

Lando climbed out of the car and did his usual celebration to the cheering crowd. And then he made his way over to the team, all of them celebrating together.

And then he made his way to her.

Fuck everything else.

As lando pulled her close, she grabbed his sweaty curls. He didn't have much of a choice as she kissed him. But Lando didn't let his surprise shock him into stillness. No, seconds later, he was kissing her back.

Letting go of his curls, she pulled away. "I've always wanted to do that," she said, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Do it again."

She did it again.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluf #lando norris x you #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine

[kangmoon27]

My father's Brother | JJK series E1

"Yn, come here your uncle kook is here" your father called you out.

You run as fast as you could as you're so excited to see him after a long time.

And there he is standing right in front of your eyes with his both hand on his pocket, being manly.

that's when you knew something has change. you've grown. you don't look at him the same way anymore. Something change. Your feelings for your father's brother change.

You're sitting on the dinning table while the other family members are chatting with each other. You're playing with your food as your not in the mood to eat anything.

"You've grown so fast Yn" a husky deep voice sudden catches your attention. You look at him and saw the man with build like a rock shoulders, tattoos all over his arm, curly hair and deep ocean black odds.

"You change alot ggukie" you said while bitting your lips nervously. The man on the other hand chuckles as he shift his attention to you again.

"Change it a better way or in a bad way?" He looks at you while raising his eyebrow waiting for your answer.

"Bad, totally bad, are you still my ggukie?" The man laugh after hearing your answer. He run his fingers through his hair as you watch each and every movement he made.

And at that moment that was the starts of you fantasizing about your uncle. Your father's brother.

"Come on kiddo, I'm still your ggukie" he said as he chuckles. You just stared at him and stayed quiet. You hate it. You hate it when he calls you kiddo, you're not a kidd anymore you're 18, officially an adult, your matured now, he could literally fuck you hard on his bed hard. Again you're not a kid!!.

"Hey kiddo" here we go again. Him calling you kiddo againnn, can't he just understand that you hate it?!.

You turn around as you saw him making his way towards you. You notice the glass of alcohol in his tattoo arms. He sat on the couch Infront of you as he take a sip on the glass.

"I'm not a kiddo anymore ggukie will you please just stop it" you said as you sound annoyed. He just chuckle and mess your hair like a puppy.

"Come on baby, just let me be. You're my princess, Gosh time passes by so fast I still remember you always sitting on my lap and kissing me as it's your favorite thing to do." He said.

You stood up from the ground and walk towards him, you look at him while he did the same way.

You slowly sit on his lap while both of your legs is on each side of his thighs. As you're facing him while sitting on his lap. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and kiss him.

You eyes are fixed on his. His eyes is staring right at you while both of your lips are connected.

You broke the kiss and gulp, you both just stared at each other, out of words. What just happened? This shouldn't b happening right?. But it just happened.

"Just like that right ggukie?, That's my favorite thing to do right?" You said while staring at him.

After a few seconds quickly pushed you away from him and left without saying anything. You sat on the couch as you touched your lips without your finger.

Closing your eyes tight after realizing what you just did. It was all wrong, you shouldn't have done that.

The man is sitting on the bar section, drinking the whole bottle of whiskey. Putting the cigarette between his lips sucking on it and blow the smoke the seconds later.

He stares as the girl who's service the costumes their drink on the other table. His eyes followed the girl till the girl is getting closer to the bar section he's sitting on.

Soon the girl is about to walked passed at him but before that he immediately grabbed her by his waist kissing her aggressive, his another hand is on her butt while the girl is kissing him back.

Soon Jungkook broke the kiss and let go on the woman. He looks as he as he run his hand on his forehead rubbing it over and over again.

"Fuck it!" He course as he doesn't know what's happening. He tried kissing different type of woman now yet the kiss from his brother's daughter suddenly hit different and he hates it.

He hates it knowing he couldn't have her and it will never happen as he knew he only loves her as his niece and nothing more.

Or he's just starting to like her as a woman?

The tattoo man walk inside the room. He's a mess, drunk, and a disaster. He started removing his clothes till he's completely nked.

He entered the bathroom and saw her standing infront of the shower nked with her eyes closed.

He stared at her and didn't wanna blink. She slowly open her eyes and saw him standing right there staring at her.

"Ggukie"

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkookff

[gemstoneconstellations]

It's time againnn! Surrogate anon here. The slight angst had me feeling anxious. I swear I feel like the reader was actually listening to the entire conversation and then went to change and came back. But on a better note I'm so happy they both wanna keep the reader!!! I was squealing!!

That butt fondling tho, yessss please. Touch my ass again Bakugo, make it fucking count. Fondle my ass like that while you plow it while your at it! This fic is seriously building up my thirst and I love it. 

I’m pretty sure after being with them like that and having their babies I’d be like a dog scratching at the door, begging to be let back into that Manwich. Haven’t even started anything and they already ruined me for anyone else. Like nope, I found my alphas, Kirishima and Bakugo, nothing can compare to them. You’re an alpha too?  pffft, bitch please you aint shit. I been with the only two real alphas on this planet and you aint them.

#my weebs #omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega dynamics