#like unhooking their claw from somethin their stuck too

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

#I really wish I had a pic of him just sitting on the watercolors bc it was hilarious #like he looked so innocent and cute and I just knew his was was covered in various colors hashahwhwha #but i was more concerned with the toxicity so my immediate reaction was to try to clean his paws the best I could #and research #it won’t cause any skin or gastrointestinal issues so we’re good thankfully #he will be fine don’t worry lmao it’s water based watercolors #gonna watch him close just in case #grabbed him asap and a wash cloth and took him to the sink #but yes to reiterate it’s NOT TOXIC AND HE IS FINE I PROMISE #also thank goodness I grabbed him immediately before he started prancing around on the white carpet bc I would be yelled at for weeks #u have four bloody scratches on my face but there are not rainbow foot prints all over the house and he is safe so I am fine with that #i** #they’re ^ #the way cats attack you and think they’re being punished when you’re literally potentially trying to just save their life #or help them #like unhooking their claw from somethin their stuck too #and like I give a fuck about clothes as much as my cat but there’s paint all over my favorite robe too now hahah #legit thiught the red streaks on my face were watercolor hahahaha so I was like oh shit that blood #I’m not mad #after I found out it wasn’t toxic and that he didn’t step all over the wet carpets and that he was okay i laughed for like 15 minutes #I’m still laughing like… y’all ☠️ #please excuse my voice I’m a little sick and I sound like a southerner ew #like why do i sound like someone’s Christian Baptist mother offering someone cookies #Queso #my cats #lmao

[phyrestartr]

Our Quiet Beginning | Miguel O'hara x Reader

# SFW, fluff, genderless reader, one-shot drabble, getting together, confessions, anti-climatic start to a relationship lol

Notes: Had this in my drafts and kinda wanted to just post it as-is! This is kind of a precursor/prologue to a different fic I'm poking at, so mayhaps there will be more in the future

--Our Quiet Beginning--

You remembered that first kiss. Every detail of that quiet moment etched into your very being, every touch left stained your heart with loving thoughts.

You were minding your business in your apartment, a shitty thing in the dark corner of the Bronx, puttering around and finally doing the housework you'd put off for too long. He'd come in through your window like he always did, and threw himself on the couch with a sigh.

"Tough day?" You asked with a yawn. You glanced at him over your built shoulder. He looked tired, maybe a bit pent up.

"Somethin' like that." He gazed over at you. "You didn't come to HQ today." Was that a pout on his face?

"Yeah." You walked towards him, arms folding over your chest. "Just one of those days, I guess." There was a reason you could try to give him, but you didn't want to destroy everything you had; Miguel O'hara was the last person standing from your history. He was the last tether you had to Nueva York, to this entire world.

"Yeah?" He asked anyway, voice hoarse and quiet.

"Yeah." You sat down beside him. He lolled his head against the back cushions of the couch to catch your gaze with his.

"I guess I've been lonely," you admitted.

He scoffed. "And hiding away in your apartment is a good way to remedy that?" Always so playful in his patronization. It brought familiar warmth to your chest, emboldening you.

"It's a good way to think, I guess." You stretched your legs across his lap. He hardly reacted.

"To think about what?"

"Everything."

"Oh, that's helpful."

"Yeah, I know." You graced him with the flicker of a smile before smothering the expression whole. You almost swore his body tensed for a fraction of a second.

"You...wanna enlighten me?" He prodded. His voice was lower, mingling with the jazzy bass of the music floating through your apartment. "I'm listening."

"Would you ever want to be with me?" You braved. It wasn't so scary to ask after all, save for the way your heart beat in your palms and in the back of your skull. "Or. Have you ever thought about trying?"

Miguel straightened up. His mouth hung open dumbly, his fangs peeking out from behind full lips. His claws, too, had burst from his fingers, getting him stuck in the fabric of the couch cushions. You almost felt bad, like you'd spooked a cat.

"I thought--you said--" he stammered and stumbled, trying to make words happen.

"It's yes or no, Miggs." You raised your brows, patiently impatient.

Miguel took a second to breathe. He hadn't been in the dating game for a long time. In fact, he'd stuck himself deep into the pining game, and refused to let himself go after you; everything he touched turned to ruin, and you had already glued yourself back together too many times. He couldn't stomach being your next cataclysm. He didn't want to think about losing you.

But how could he lie to you?

"Yeah," he mumbled, looking away. He busied himself with trying to relax and unhook his talons from your cushions.

You hummed softly. "Yeah."

Soft reds dusted his face and ears as he muttered under his breath, probably overwhelmed with being stuck and being needled. You figured you could make it worse.

Slowly, you leaned forward, resting your hand on his strong shoulder. You pressed into his space more, stopping when his surprised, wide gaze met yours. That dumb look came back, all of his charisma and poise gone with his words as your nose brushed his. You were so sure he could hear your heart hammering in your chest. You wanted him to.

"Yeah?" You murmured, seeking permission.

Miguel's expression relaxed, soothing into something sweet and soft when he glanced at your lips and back to your eyes.

"Yeah," he whispered back before closing the gap himself.

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