#I'm gonna drag my new trans friend along cause that seems like it would be really fun to look at clothes together I think.

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K9 [COD MEN (POLY??) X M!READER] CH1

Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.3

CAS’ MASTERLIST !!

reader is transmac and autistic cause i said so :)

AO3 VERSION : K9

SUMMARY: The boys meet someone new. He seems cool but his dog seems to enjoy ripping people apart.// The boys meet the K9 trainer

(first time transferring my AO3 work to tumblr so)

(my writing is also quite shit but hey ho)

( i project so so bad with this character)

(pls give me feed back)

CHAPTER 1

Soap's POV :

The Captain dragged us into a meeting and we have no idea why. I was busy watching Princess And The Frog after working out for ages, I just wanted to relax after so many back-to-back missions.

"Thank you all for showing up I do appreciate it, I know we are all probably tired, however I thought this was important to discuss before you saw them around the base." Huh saw who around base? Is someone new joining? I glanced around the room and caught Gaz's confused eyes.

"See who sir?" I asked cautiously, "___ they are the K9 trainer and his callsign is K9 because of this. He has a fully-grown perfectly trained cane corso who is with ___ at all times. If any of you are scared of big dogs then I am sorry because Bucky is huge. There will be a meeting introducing you all do not worry but I thought I should give you a heads up. Dismissed." Answered Price.

Whilst walking next to Ghost in the hallway I couldn't help thinking about what Price said. I don't even know what a cane corso looks like. Oh well, when I get to my room I'll find out cause Google is my friend. "Hey, Lt. Do you know what a cane corso looks like?" I questioned, "I think I have an idea, pretty sure they grow up to 70 cm (27.5 inches) ish and weigh up to 50 kgs (110 pounds) They are massive dogs." Ghost murmured.

I could feel my eyes bulging out of my sockets at the thought of a dog that big.As I finally got to my room, I instantly looked up what a cane corso looked like and I think I shit myself. I have to meet one of those tomorrow.

Time skip : meeting K9 and Bucky

We all sat in the common room for our introductions. Me and Gaz were playing uno whilst Ghost was just watching us like a babysitter would with two children whilst we were waiting for Price and ___. Slowly we heard footsteps, they sounded heavy like platform boots, you could hear heavy breathing coming from Bucky and mumbling muffled talking from K9 and Price. The footsteps gradually increased in volume until Price walked in along with an awkward-looking guy. He wore large combat boots which had to add at least 3 inches to his height, and a large leather jacket with lots of patches on ranging from band patches to quotes. Oh and a trans flag. Nice. His belt was studded like he bought it in the 2000s with added chains which actually looked heavy, he had black eyeliner on and a face mask. If he wasn't like 5"7 with his boots on I'd say he was terrifying.

After I finally stopped staring at this Greek god of an emo boy and got my shit together I noticed his dog, Bucky, who was eyeing everyone wearily as if at any point we would attack him or ___. With how intimidating they both look I think they suit each other.

"Um hi I'm ___ or K9 and I'll be training dogs you take on missions and sometimes taking the dogs on the missions myself. Nice to meet you all. As you all know, this is Bucky, he won't hurt you." He giggled towards the end and oh my god it's like I heard heaven gates open and when I gazed around the room I knew everyone felt the same with all the wide eyes and stuttering introductions.

"Well these are my boys, Lt. Ghost Riley , Sergeant Soap Mactavish and Sergeant Gaz Garrick. Boys this is Sergeant K9 he will be working with you as he described he will also be living on base and training with you lads so I expect them to come back to me feeling welcomed into the Taskforce is that clear?" Demanded Price. "Yes Sir." We all responded in unison.

As I observe K9 and Bucky I cant help but smile at how at ease he seems with his dog. I think he is gonna fit in perfectly.

[rezdogsyonder]

A Fresh Start (3)

Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Welcome to Burlesque.

Warnings: a trans comment that is used as an insult

A/N: All characters are the same gender, I’m sorry it’s kinda confusing :( and the comment is meant to say that Thor doesn’t look like a man but a female dressing up as a man.

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You follow Bucky’s directions and it led you backstage. Many dancers were running around getting ready, putting the finishing touches on their costumes before they step on stage. The sight makes you fall in love, and more determined to get a job here.

You see a set of spiraling stairs, and it seems to be the way to go because you don’t see Steve down here. The stairs were narrow and steep, it was a little nerve wracking to walk up them in heels.

Getting to the top you spotted a man doing a dancers hair. You walk up to him deciding he’s the one to ask.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Steve?” You just hope that Steve will like you.

Unable to speak due to the bobby-pins between his lips, and with his hands in this girls hair, he nods in the direction of the man that was on stage earlier. ‘Even the owner is a dancer?’ You think to yourself.

Walking up behind him, “Hi, are you Steve?”

“And you are in my mirror because?” He asked while wiping off his eyeliner and other makeup. Maybe because it smeared a bit.

“Oh, sorry. I’m friends with Bucky, and I’m looking for a job.”

“And where have you danced?”

“At home, mostly. But I can move.”

“Okay,” he smiled, seemingly stifling laughter, “give your name and number to Sam.” He turned around and pointed to the man doing another girls hair. “He’ll let you know when we’re having our next audition.”

“When will that be, exactly?”

“Sam?” He yelled applying bronzer, “Where the hell is Thor?” Ignoring your question

“I don’t know. He’s late.”

“Oh I’m never late. Ever.” You interject.

“That’s great. Listen darling,” he finished up his work and walked towards you and Steve. “We’re trying time put on a show here. ‘Kay? You need to come back another time.”

“I’ve just never seen anything like this before. I need a job. I wanna work here.” Sam’s now leading you away and towards the stairs.

“Good enthusiasm, terrible timing. Alright? So leave your name and your number with Bucky, your friend downstairs.” Giving you one more push, “and we’ll call you. Okay? Promise.”

Not knowing what else to do, you turn around, about to listen to him when you ran into someone.

“Hello” it was the guy from downstairs by the bar, and he obviously wasn’t happy that you ran into him, causing him to drop a bag, spilling his costumes out on the floor.

“Oh my god! Thor!” Steve said so dramatically you would’ve thought he would faked fainting too. “You know you’re probably not gonna believe this but Sam and I were talking,” he put his arm around Sam, “and he said..” he gestured for him to talk.

“I said, ‘Its so sad that Thor couldn’t join us for the opening number, but it would be so great if he joined us for the next one’.” They were obviously mocking him, making it seem as though it was a regular occurance.

“Looking this pretty took longer than I thought.” He replied dully.

“So is looking for a job when I fire your late ass.” They both smiled.

“Yeah, right.” Turning around and grabbing his bag from you. “Hey. Bring me a scotch, neat. Tell ‘em it’s for me. And hurry back.” Not waiting for you to leave as he gets undressed.

The girl from out front grabbed your shoulders then smiled at him. “She doesn’t work here Thor.”

“Well then she’s not busy.” He said incredulously.

A moment passes and you watch him as you notice one is eye blue and the other is a beautiful yellowish brown. He has thick blonde hair, and is very well groomed.

He looks back and glares, “Didn’t your mother tell you it’s not polite to stare?” He continues to apply his makeup

“You’re just so damn handsome, I—” you stutter out.

“Well in that case, screw your mother. Stare away.” Smiling at your compliment.

“No one would ever know,” you began walking back to the stairs.

“Know what?” He snapped.

“That you’re not a dude.” If looks could kill, you’d be dead by now, but you feel smug as you walked down the stairs while the others laughed.

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Back downstairs, you feel defeated. You’re about to go talk to Bucky again when you see the waitress from earlier is more occupied with the more active group. You guess that’s why they called her the shot girl.

You go over to the man that was trying to get Natasha’s attention and take his order. Along with everyone around him too, then walking back over to Bucky.

“Hat guy wants daiquiri, and around him are two whiskey neats, a bourbon on the rocks, and a rum and coke.”

He looked at you and continued wiping down the bar, slowly getting farther from you.

“Oh come on! Give me a chance, please. If I’m not better than the shot girl over there you don’t have to pay me.”

“Ok follow me.” Bucky commanded walking fast.

He led you back down the hall that leads to the entrance, you were about to say something when he pulls out keys and turns right. He quickly opens the door and ushered you inside.

“Your small.” He looked you up and down, “this should fit. I’ll be right outside.” And he walked back out, leaving you in what looks like a small break room.

You get dressed in the sleek black romper he gave you and went back through the door. Leaving your clothes on the rack where he got the uniform.

“Alright, you keep your tips, anybody touches you and you point to any bartender and they’ll take care of it. You ready?” You nod. “Then you’re up.” He pushed you back in the room.

You grab your tray and began to work when the next number begins drawing your attention away.

“A kiss on the hand may be

quite continental

But diamonds

are a girl's best friend”

The girl from the balcony was on stage again, lip syncing and walking around stage gracefully. You began to work despite the distraction, imagining when you will be up on stage.

You didn’t expect to do so well. You already have 30 in tips and the song isn’t even over.

“Hey, Buck, what's she doing here?” Steve said as he and Sam sat down at the end of the bar.

“She really wanted a job.And so she is our new waitress.”

“And when did I make you Head of Personnel?” Steve asked incredulously.

“She just picked up a tray,started working.”

“Really?”

“Well, her name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Sam breathed, dramatically, seemingly star struck.

“Hey, Y/N.” Steve called your over. “Look, this is cute, but come on. Push up those boobs. If you got ‘em, show ‘em. Work them.” He unbuttoned the top two buttons of your romper. “And don't ever go behind my back again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And don't ever call me sir again.”

“Yes, ma’am. I mean sir. I mean Steve.”

“Get on the floor.” All three watched you walk back into the large crowd of patrons

"’Sir’?” Steve said bewildered

“What am I, my father?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Up yours.”

“Come on lets go back.” Sam slapped Steve’s shoulder. They both disappear behind the glass door.

A man at a table that is almost hidden from the main floor, but with a perfect view of the stage calls you over.

“Excuse me. Yeah. Dewar's rocks and a bottle of your best champagne for the table. Oh, and will you tell Strange that I'm here?”

“And you are...?” You answer back with a hand on your hip.

“A member since '91.” He gestures to himself as if it’ll make you know who he is. “Tony Stark. And you are?” He smirked.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He leaned back, impressed, but you’re not sure of what. A cocky aura radiating off of him.

*Meanwhile backstage*

“I’m here. I’m ready.” Thor came bounding up to Sam.

“You are late. Bruce went on for you.” Thor peaked through the curtain, displeased.

“What’s that hag doing here?” Referring to you, serving drinks at a face pace.

“She is our waitress.” Sam pulled a tight lipped grin.

“Surely she can’t work here. I want her gone!”

“What did she do to you?”

“She said I looked like a drag king.”

“Can’t be the first time.”

Thor glared at Sam and looked around for a member of the stage crew. “Hey buddy,” the man on the platform above them looked down at them. “Get my spot.” And Thor walked through the diamond curtains.

I've heard of affairs that you

must keep liaisonic

Are better bets

If little pets get big baguettes

Time rolls on, and youth is gone

And you can't straighten up

when you bend

But stiff back or stiff knees

Back and forth, Bruce and Thor fought for the spotlight.

Outdoing each other with more and more dance moves, getting the crowd excited.

The dances and choreography are mesmerizing, and you try to soak it up as you watch. The customers too intrigued, they forget they’re waiting on drinks. You make mental notes of the choreography and each spot they’re on onstage.

You’re attention is brought back by Bucky. “Y/N. Y/N. What do you need?” He asked amused at how easily distracted you are by everyone.

“Dewar’s rocks and champagne. And keep it coming.” You turn back around to watch the show once again. “So he’s a regular huh?”

“Stark? Yeah, he’s dating Stephen. At least this week.” He puts the bottle of champagne in a bucket and fills it with ice.

“I wanna be up there. I wanna do that.” You gesture towards the stage and look back at Bucky. He stops pouring and looks back at you. Looking you in the eyes. He sighed and leaned forward.

“Question is... do you have the talent?”