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woundedheartwithin · 2 years ago

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Yakuza | Nishida/Yuki | fluff

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“Okay, today’s mission: find the boss.” Nishida mumbles to himself as he makes his way through Sotenbori’s congested streets, keeping his head down and his hands in his pockets in an attempt to look casual.

“Break down the mission.” He continues, glancing nervously down a side street. “Step one, find Four Shine.” He passes by a brightly lit cabaret club, the sign huge and dazzling. “Or was it Sunshine?” He asks himself, squinting up at the neon letters. “No, no, that was the club before. I’m looking for Four Shine. So step one, find Four Shine. Okay, step two, find the boss.” He huffs and hunches his shoulders. “Just two steps. Great.”

“Oi, lookit that.” A low voice says somewhere behind him then, and Nishida picks up the pace, rounding the corner and resisting the urge to break into a run when he sees Four Shine’s sign about halfway down the block. “Oi, pal, wait up! Jus’ wanna talk t’ ya.” The voice croons, and Nishida hears the tapping of dress shoes behind him quicken.

Yakuza. Probably four of them? Five?

Shit, why couldn’t Majima have just picked up his phone?

“Eh, don’t worry, Nishida, I’ll be waitin’ fer ya with bells on m’ toes when ya get here.” Nishida mimics sullenly, clenching his hands into fists in his pockets.

He walks as fast as his legs will carry him, and makes it right to the foot of the stairs leading to the club before the yakuza behind him finally catch up.

“Oi, we were talkin’ to ya. Didn’tcha hear us?” One of them jeers, and a strong hand lands on Nishida’s shoulder, squeezing hard and pulling him backward.

“Just leave me alone, okay?” Nishida hears himself say, his voice much calmer than he feels as he looks up at the man who must be leading this little outfit. “We’ve got no business with one another.”

“No? You a family man?” The man asks, and Nishida grits his teeth.

“No.” Well, it’s not really a lie. The Majima family had been dissolved nearly a year ago, and Nishida wears no pin on the lapel of his blazer. He’s just a regular joe with a regular job, living life on the straight and narrow. Not exactly what he’d sworn up for, but he’d follow his boss through the gates of hell if he had to. A construction job made a decent second choice, anyway.

The man hums and reaches for him, aiming for the collar of Nishida’s shirt, and Nishida jerks backward on instinct, his hands leaving his pockets and jumping defensively. But there’s another man behind him, and that one grabs his shoulders and holds him still while the first one grabs his shirt and pulls it aside to reveal the edge of the tattoo on Nishida’s chest.

“Oh ho, ya sure?” The yakuza asks lowly, something dark and dangerous flashing in his eyes, and Nishida wrenches away from them both. He grabs his lapels and snaps them sharply, then turns his back on the yakuza and starts up the stairs to the club. “Oi, we ain’t done talkin’ to ya, pal.” And then a hand is fisting in the collar of his jacket, yanking him backward and holding him fast when he tries to wrench away again.

“Let me go. I told you, I’m not a yakuza. I’m an honest, hard working, blue collar man, and I’m just trying to find my boss in this shithole city.” Nishida shouts, and the yakuza holding him laughs loudly.

“Oh that’s funny. Tell me, pal, what kinda blue collar asswipe got ink like that, huh?” He says, reaching around Nishida to pat his chest. “Where’s yer pin, huh? What family ya from?”

“I’m not from any family!” Nishida retorts, yelping when more hands grab at his shoulders, pulling him back into the group. “Let me go!”

“What the hell is going on out here?” Another voice booms from above, a very familiar voice, and Nishida feels his knees go weak.

“Kiryu-san!” He calls, and he looks up in time to see Kiryu’s puzzled face right before it shifts to thunder.

“Hey, leave my friend here alone.” He growls, slowly descending the steps, and Nishida feels the hands on his shoulders loosen uncertainly. “What, are you all deaf? Get the hell out of here!”

And at that, the yakuza scatter like rats, and Nishida watches them go, straightening his lapels before turning and bowing to Kiryu.

“Thank you, Kiryu-san.” He says, staying down until Kiryu grunts.

“Yeah, ‘course. But what are you doing here, Nishida?” The older man asks, crossing his arms over his chest, and Nishida sighs.

“Well, actually, I’m looking for my boss. Have you seen him?” He replies, and Kiryu frowns and shakes his head.

“Majima-san? No, I haven’t. Why, is something wrong?”

Yeah, there’s plenty wrong, Nishida thinks, annoyed. Like the fact that he abandoned Majima Construction so he could be a goddamn TV host.

“No.” He says instead, smiling wanly. “He wanted me to bring him some stuff, so here I am.”

“Oh. Okay.” Kiryu says, looking up the street in the direction the yakuza had run in. “So what was that all about?”

“I dunno. Just some handsy punks, I guess.” Nishida sighs, and Kiryu nods.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of that in this town.” He rumbles, then snorts and looks at him again, jerking his head back toward the club. “Come in and order a drink or two. I’ll call Majima-san for you. He usually picks up for me.” And Nishida feels his face heat at that. Kiryu had read him like a book, discerning so quickly the truth of it that Nishida feels that deep set shame bubble up in him for the second time today.

The captain who can’t keep his patriarch in check, unable to reach him on the phone because that patriarch doesn’t ever take anything seriously, including his meek little captain. What a fucking joke. The word “lackey” flickers through his mind like a shadow as he climbs the stairs behind Kiryu, and he grits his teeth against it.

“I’m sure he’s got a reason.” Kiryu adds once they reach the door, smiling back at Nishida before pushing it open, and Nishida huffs.

“Not likely to be a good one.” He grumbles to himself, and is grateful that the other man doesn’t comment.

“He’s a friend of mine.” Kiryu tells the doorman once they’re inside, and Nishida feels his guts warm. It’s one thing for Kiryu to say something like that while he’s bailing Nishida out of a fight, but to say it again in a calmer, more friendly setting makes Nishida feel like it might be true.

“Of course, Kiryu-san.” The doorman says with a cordial bow, then smiles and bows to Nishida. “Please, right this way.” Nishida follows him to a table, sitting down and accepting the menu the doorman gives him with both hands. “Your hostess will join you shortly.”

“Thanks.” Nishida replies, fiddling with the menu in his hands.

“Hi there! I’m Yuki.” A sweet voice says then, and Nishida looks up at the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his entire life. He feels his mouth go dry as she stands there, waiting for him to invite her to sit, and he scrambles to make the invitation clear with his hands and reaches for the water glass on the table. “It’s nice to meet you, sir. Let’s have fun today!” She continues, smoothing her dress and perching demurely on the bench next to him. “What’s your name?”

“O-oh, uh… i-it’s Nishida.” He stammers, staring outright, and flushes when Yuki giggles.

“Would you like something to drink, Nishida-san?” She asks, taking the menu from him and opening it so he can see it.

“Oh no, I shouldn’t. I—“

“Kiryu-san said you’re looking for Majima-san. And knowing Majima-san, he’s going to take forever to get here. So you might as well get comfortable!” Yuki argues, and raises her hand to order. “We can start with the house bottle of shochu, if you want. Then, if you decide to order anything else, I’ll make sure Majima-san foots the bill.”

“Please don’t bother him with that!” Nishida gasps, leaning forward. “You’ll get me in trouble!”

“Nonsense.” Yuki says with a smile that makes his mouth go dry again. “I’ve known Majima-san for a long, long time. He’s not gonna do anything to you. And if he does, he’ll have to answer to me.”

“P-please, Yuki-san.” He begs, but she just waves him off, shutting him up when she puts a hand on his arm.

He ends up spending almost 150,000 yen, in no small part because Yuki is as charming as she is beautiful, and he finds out quickly that she could probably talk him into doing just about anything. And he should probably be nervous about saddling his boss with the bill, but he’s feeling warm and relaxed from the alcohol, and he enjoys talking to Yuki so much that he nearly forgets about Majima entirely.

“So how’d you meet Majima-san?” Yuki asks, and he leans back in the booth and sighs, putting his head back and scrubbing his face with his hands.

“He took me in when I was basically at the end of my rope.” He replies through another sigh. “I was a burnout salaryman fresh out of college, scraping by in a job I hated so I could afford to keep up my mom’s house payments out in the country. One day, I got jumped by some punks on my way back from work. They beat the shit out of me and took my paycheck, and I just sorta… lost it, I guess? I followed them to a back alley, and bumped into the boss going the other way. He asked me what the rush was and I told him. I knew he was yakuza the second I saw him, and I begged him to help me get my check back.” Nishida chuckles then, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “He looked me over and said, ‘what, too big a’ fuckin’ pussy t’ get it back yerself?’ Then he turned and looked back at the punks and said, ‘awright, I’ll show ya how it’s done. But I ain’t no charity. My services come with a fee.’”

“Wow, you’ve got his accent down.” Yuki giggles, and Nishida flushes.

“Oh, I apologize for the language, Yuki-san.” He gasps, leaning forward and bowing in his seat, but she just waves her hand and laughs again.

“Please, I live and work in a Kansai pleasure district. I’ve heard worse.” She replies, and he smiles.

“I guess that’s true.” He says warmly, watching as the colored lights overhead tinge her cheeks pink and she looks away.

“P-please, go on.” She says, her voice sounding strange, and Nishida nods.

“Anyway, he beat the punks half to death and handed me back my check. I offered to cash it and give him half, but he just laughed at me. Said he had a better idea.”

“I believe what I said was, ‘no man in his right mind tracks down a pack a’ thugs that just jumped him, then begs a fuckin’ yakuza t’ hand ‘em their asses.’” A low, deep voice says behind them, and Nishida jumps and whips around.

“B-boss!” He gasps, and Majima smirks at him from where he’s leaning against the back of the booth.

“An’ then I told ya t’ come work fer me instead. Learn how t’ be yer own badass, solve yer own problems.” He continues, then sighs and shakes his head. “Kiryu-chan told me ya jus’ ran into some a’ them problems an’ did shit about it. What’s that about?”

“I didn’t wanna start anything with the local yakuza. After everything that happened with Go-Ryu, I didn’t think—“ Nishida says quickly, scrambling to stand and bow.

“Ah well, prob’ly a good call, I guess.” Majima says breezily, then straightens and narrows his eye at Nishida. “Anyway, what th’ hell ya doin’ here? I waited at th’ damn cab stand over an hour fer ya.”

“What?” Nishida deadpans, earning a puzzled look from his boss. “I waited an hour for you! I called you! Four times!”

“No ya didn’t. Kiryu-chan called me.” Majima argues, and Nishida gapes.

“I called you! I left a message!” He yells, and Majima frowns and pulls out his phone.

“Oh, ya did!” He says with a laugh, putting it to his ear to listen to the voicemail. “Oooooooh, West Sotenbori Street. I thought yer email said East.”

“Boss!” Nishida exclaims, exasperated.

“That’s absurd.” Yuki says then, laughing lightly. “So the two of you were waiting on opposite ends of the street for each other? For an hour?”

“Over an hour.” Majima says at the same time Nishida says, “almost an hour,” and Yuki laughs again and shakes her head.

“You’re funny, Nishida-san.” She says sweetly, the lights tinging her cheeks pink once more. “Well, I’ll let you boys talk, then.”

“Ooooh.” Majima coos teasingly once she’s gone, sidling up to Nishida and elbowing him in the ribs. “I think she likes ya.”

“B-boss!” Nishida wails. Majima laughs and puts a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down into the booth.

“Okay, okay, so what’s the big rush, anyway?” He asks, and Nishida blinks at him.

“No rush. You wanted me to bring you clothes and stuff, remember?”

“Oh. Right. I forgot.”

“How could you forget?”

“Oh please, ya expect me t’ remember every conversation we have?”

“Boss, you called me and asked me to bring you this stuff last night.”

“Whatever, I slept since then. So how’re th’ boys? How’re my Hills?” Majima says through a long sigh, leaning back and putting his feet up on the table in front of them. Nishida snorts and pushes them off.

“Everything’s going smoothly. Mutoh, Chono, and the Three Musketeers do a great job of keeping everything under control.” He says before the patriarch can complain. “I think everyone will be happy to have you back, though.”

“Well, a’ course!” Majima grunts. “Awright then, where’s m’ shit?”

“I checked into a hotel on Shofukucho Street. The one with all the turtles.” Nishida replies. “I can go and get it now, if you’d like.”

“Nah, that’s where I’m stayin’ too. I’ll get it all later.” Majima says, waving a hand.

“Oh, Majima-san, do you want anything to drink?” Yuki’s voice says above them, and Nishida flushes and looks up at her. She smiles at him, the pink on her cheeks returning.

“Sure, sure. How ‘bout a bottle a’ Gold an’ yer top shelf whiskey?” Majima crows, slapping his thigh and elbowing Nishida again. “Gotta thank my favorite captain fer a job well done, eh? You’ll join us, won’t ya, Yuki-chan?”

“Huh?” Nishida gasps, blinking owlishly at his boss, and Yuki giggles.

“Sure. I’ll tell Kiryu-san.” She says, then sweeps away.

“Oi, Nishida.” Majima rumbles lowly once she’s gone again, putting gloved fingertips under his chin and pushing his mouth shut. “Droolin’ at th’ ladies ain’t a great way t’ woo ‘em, ya know?”

#yakuza #nishida #Yuki #majima goro #kiryu kazuma #nishida/yuki #my writing #fluff

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leo-interactive-fiction · 4 years ago

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Leo, if you don't mind me asking, how would the ROs react to the MC saying "I can hold the whole world in my hands" only to cup the RO's face in their hands next? (a classic!)

Haha cute, let's see...

E holds your hands onto their cheeks, using them to hide their deepening blush. They give you a starry-eyed look as they mumble as loudly as they can muster, "I...I want it to be a good enough world for you..."

R takes one of your hands in theirs, offering you a glowing smile as they pull you into a partial embrace. The air through their lips feels like silk against your ears, "would that make you a star, to offer such daylight hours upon my lonesome rubble?"

L's face furrows at your proposal, "I would consider it a scientific improbability, unless you had a means by which you may condense the entire planet into such a size. Though with that, I would have to assume the density of such an object would be much too great for any fathomable being to actively hold, much less our own species...um..." their voice slowly falls off as you cup their face, and they awkwardly adjust their glasses to break the eye contact

V steps away as you reach out to their face, their hand reflexively jerking towards their holster, though they stop themselves from drawing it. Still, their wordless reaction and prickly, tense stance is enough to stay your hand.

P doesnt show any amusement, their expression instead hardening at your worlds, "Yeah, it'll feel like a world fucking hit you. Quit screwing around, or the next thing you'll be holding is a funeral."

M leans into it with a gentle and loving smile, "Then...you can plan...for...world domination..."

Raven mimics your action, running their fingers delicately past your cheeks, "it is a world all for you...a perfect paradise to make you happy. Does it make you happy?"

S's eyes widen impressedly at your claim, "How damn, ya can do that? Thats some next level type'a shit! Er, wait a sec--" they warily back up at your approach towards them, and they grow defensive, "Ya ain't gunna do anythin'...drastic now, are ya? We're pals! ...Right?" When you take another step towards them, they're already halfway through prying the window off to open an escape route, "H-Hey, I was just kiddin' about ya owin' me, ya know. Let's just...cut to a clean board, yeah?" After a moment of wrestling with a jammed up window, they instead opt to dive bodily through it, leaving you alone, dazed and confused how it ended up this way.

F delicately plucks your fingers from their skin like digging weeds from a garden, a meticulous smile stretching across their face at your words, "I look forward to seeing how committed such declarations are to the actions you make...and I believe I have just such a task for the occasion. After all, it would be in your best interest to make sure you're not bereft of a world to exist in, wouldn't it?"

Thank ya for the ask, I had some fun with it haha. I hope ya enjoy!

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot: Man’s Best Friend

Intro: The Rogers bid a sad goodbye to a member of their family…

Warnings: Pet death- sorry, I know!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: This was a one shot I started writing a while back when I had to say goodbye to my horse, Cap, and I forgot about it until I was sifting through my files today. It as therapeutic for me to write, and I promise it has a happy end. Hope you all enjoy still reading about my favourite duo as much as I still enjoy writing for them.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

It’s a well held opinion that dogs don’t live as long as people because they don’t need to. People need to learn how to be good and kind as life moves on. Dogs are simply born that way…

November 2028

“Steve?” Bucky asked, watching Rori as she lay on the rug in the living room, her legs bent in the air behind her, crossed at the ankle as they swung to and fro. “Why does Rori have odd socks on? Thought it set your teeth on edge?”

“It does.” Steve rolled his eyes from where he sat on the sofa, eyes glued to the Giants game that was on the screen. “But you try getting her to change them.” “She’ll do anything for her Uncle Buck.” Bucky smirked and Steve turned to look at him, grinning.

“Go on then.” He watched, smirk on his face as he knew full well where this was gonna go.

“Hey, Rori.” Bucky spoke. The four year old turned her head to look at him with a questioning glance.

“How ‘bout you go change your socks, find two yellow ones.” “How ‘bout no?” She replied, turning back to her activity book.

“Rori.” Steve spoke sternly at her cheeky reply and her eyes turned to her father. She looked at him, completely unabashed, shrugging with an air that was so goddamned like her mother before she continued what she was doing, clearly no shits given whatsoever.

Steve looked at Bucky, an I-told-you-so smirk sliding on his face as he turned back to the game, beer bottle held in his hand. At that point Jamie came into the room, flopping down on his bean bag which was next to the sofa.

“Who’s winning?” he asked, glancing at the large TV.

“The Pats.” Steve wrinkled his nose in distaste.

“Gross.” Jamie agreed.” What are we getting for dinner?” “Jay, you ate like a whole pizza for lunch an hour ago.” Steve turned his eyes on him. “You can’t possibly be hungry.” Jamie shrugged.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’ve no idea. If you’re that bad go grab a snack or something.” Jamie pushed himself off the sofa and Rori jumped up toddling after him. “Wait for me!” She called.

Bucky watched them go and turned to Steve with a grin. “Gotta hand it to you pal, you got this father thing down to a tee.” Steve looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly. “You being sarcastic?”

“Not at all.” Bucky shook his head. “I mean they leave you in peace to watch football, get their own snacks…” At that point there came a piercing scream through the baby monitor signalling that Harry had awoken from his nap.

“You hadda curse it didn’t ya?” Steve sighed, looking at Bucky. Bucky simply smirked as Steve pushed himself up off the sofa and took the stairs two at a time, stepping over Lucky who was sprawled on the larger corner step as the staircase doglegged to the right. He entered his youngest son’s bedroom, to see the tot clutching the bars of his crib, tears pouring down his face.

“Hey, Pal.” He said softly, and Harry’s face split into a watery grin at the sight of his dad. “What’s all the cryin’ for, huh?”

“Dadadadadada” He babbled, holding his hands up and Steve smiled as he lifted him out of the crib.

“Yeah, all those tears are really not necessary.” He pressed a kiss to Harry’s head as he leaned over for his pacifier which was discarded by his blanket. Handing it to him, Harry shoved it in his mouth and wound his little hands into his Dad’s T-shirt, pressing his teary face into Steve’s neck. Steve smoothed his hair back and grabbed his precious stuffed giraffe, a gift from Clint who had sent it when the tot had been born, before making his way out of the room, all tears now done, his son silent in his arms.

It would take Harry a while to come round, Steve knew that. Jamie and Rori had been the same at this age, clingy through disorientation when they woke up, but Harry even more so than his siblings. He had a feeling it was because Katie babied him a lot more than she had with Jamie and Rori, for no other reason than they knew he was their last, and she wanted to cling onto him being that cuddly little boy for as long as she could. She’d been heartbroken when Jamie had no longer cried for her anymore at night and had started refusing her cuddles and stopped sitting on her knee. Thankfully, Rori was still at the stage where she was happy to do that but again, give it a few years and she wouldn’t be.

He headed back down the stairs, stepping over Lucky once more who hadn’t moved a muscle all day it seemed. Steve gave him a glance and said his name, the dog lazily thumping his tail against the floor but beyond that he showed no signs of life. He’d noticed the dog slowing down dramatically over the last year or so. His walks had become shorter and shorter, now they literally consisted of a potter to the top of the street so he could pee against the lamppost and then back again, most of his time was spent in the back garden or the step he was on now, simply sleeping, or at night on Jamie’s bed. His eyesight was going too, but on their last trip to the vets a few months ago, they had been told that for his age there was nothing wrong. He was simply old. And Steve could sympathise. At almost seventeen Jamie had relayed the message that meant Lucky was ninety in dog years, so as far as he and Katie were concerned, the dog had earned his right to be lazy.

When they walked back into the living room, Harry looked up and gave Bucky the once over. Bucky waggled his metal fingers at him, and the tot moved the hand that was tangling in Steve’s t-shirt to mimic the action, making the former assassin chuckle slightly as Steve sat back down, his son getting comfortably on his lap. As his blue eyes looked around the room, Bucky watched the tot with a little amusement. Whilst Jamie was a carbon copy of his father both in looks and personality bar the distinctly Stark-like nose he had, Aurora was the double of her mother in the same way but had inherited her father’s cheekbones, yet Harry was almost a perfect blend of the two of them. He had the light brown hair, freckles and nose from his mother yet the blue eyes, cheekbones, ears and jawline from Steve. He seemed to be a lot more placid that his elder brother, but then again there was time yet. He was stubborn, which Steve insisted he got from his mother, but both Bucky and Katie reminded him regularly that he was just as obstinate as she was, if not more so on some occasions.

Jamie and Rori returned and they sat and watched the game, both men and eight year old fully invested in it, getting annoyed as the Giants made mistake after mistake. At one point, Jamie let out an angry snort and rolled his eyes turning to his father asking why they were playing like garbage. Steve had no response, other than to shrug and comment that it must simply be a bad day at the office…and then, no sooner had he said it, they broke and made a run for the line.

Both Steve and Bucky jumped up, Harry in Steve’s arms now fully awake, and when they hit the touchdown Steve let out a loud cheer, and Harry mimicked him, grinning and clapping. Jamie did some kind of running man dance that Sam had taught him and then dabbed, just like Bruce had shown him how to do years ago. Harry watched before he moved his arms and did the same. Steve laughed.

“Jamie, do that again.”

Jamie turned and repeated the notion, Harry following again, causing Jamie and Steve to crack into identical grins.

“I leave you alone for a few hours.” A voice quipped and Steve spun round to see Katie stood in the doorway, back from the salon with her hair perfectly styled, arms folded, grin on her face. At the sight of his momma, Harry shrieked and wriggled in Steve’s arms. Steve set him down on the floor and he toddled towards her. Smiling she met him halfway and swung him up, peppering kisses all over his face, causing the tot to giggle.

“Your hair looks nice, Doll Face.” Bucky commented and Steve shot him a look, fuming that his friend had beaten him to compliment his girl.

“Kiss ass.”

Katie laughed as Bucky grinned innocently. “Thanks Buck.” She glanced around the room. “No Sam?”

“Gone to see his sister.” Steve dropped a kiss to her cheek as she moved to sit down on the couch. “Your hair does look good.”

She smiled at him, Harry winding his hands into the soft curls, the ends slightly lighter than the rest. “Won’t do for long if he keeps playing with it.” She looked around the room and frowned “Where’s Lucky?”

“On his step” Steve flopped down besides her. “Hasn’t moved since you left. I’ll take him up the road when the game’s finished”

“I’ll do it.” Katie shook her head. “I’ll take Harry, give him a chance to toddle outside for a bit. Fancy it, baby? Wanna take Lucky for a walk?”

Harry clapped his hands “Uck uck!”

“You wanna come, Jamie?” She asked. He shook his head from where he was lounging on a bean bag, eyes glued to the game. “Rori?”

Rori took a bit longer to consider before she also shook her head.

“Suit yourselves.” Katie stood up. She took Harry into the hallway and retrieved his coat, scarf and hat from the pegs before bundling him up and slipping on his boots. Once he was ready she wrapped herself up and then called Lucky down, jangling his leash. The dog padded down the stairs and sat obediently whilst she clipped it on and they headed outside.

It was a slow walk, Harry still unsteady on his feet but he chattered away, his speech was taking shape much faster than his siblings had, the three of them stopping every so often so Lucky could sniff at something. As they reached his preferred lamppost, at the end of their road, Lucky went to cock his leg but to Katie’s horror he wobbled and collapsed onto his side.

“Shit.” She muttered. Dropping gently to her knees she stroked the dog’s head and looked him over, noticing his breathing had become a little shallow.

“Ucky ‘leepy.” Harry nodded where he stood by his momma.

“Yeah, sleepy.” Katie took a deep breath and pulled out her phone to call Steve.

“Hey?” His confused voice answered “You ok?”

“Lucky’s collapsed.” She swallowed, fighting back her tears. “At the end of the road.” “Okay, wait there…” Steve cut the call and less than a minute later Katie looked up at the sound of feet slapping on the damp sidewalk to see him sprinting towards them, not even having bothered to put a jacket on.

He dropped down beside her and took a second to look at their dog before he glanced at Katie, the pair of them sharing worried and sad expressions.

“Let’s get him to the Vet.” Steve said, as Katie wiped the tears off her face. He gently and easily scooped the retriever into his arms as Katie picked up Harry and they quickly made their way home.

**** They left the two youngest with Bucky, Jamie insisting on coming with them. At eight years old he was clever enough to understand what was going on, and as Katie pointed out to Steve, it was only fair he came with them for what the adults both knew deep down was going to be Lucky’s last trip.

Jamie sat on the back seat, Lucky’s head in his lap, softly talking to the dog as Steve drove through streets to the local vet surgery. He glanced in the mirror at his son, then over to Katie who was biting her thumbnail, her knee jerking nervously. He took her left hand in his and gently pressed a kiss to her knuckles and she kept hold of his fingers until he had to gently untangle his hand from hers as he pulled the car into a space.

Katie went into the surgery whilst Steve stayed with Jamie, the young boy eventually breaking the silence.

“Is he gonna die, Dad?”

Steve felt his chest tighten as he debated how to answer. He never lied to his kids as much as could be helped so with a sigh he turned to face Jamie who was sat in the back, his eye full of fear.

“Jay, he’s an old dog. I think he might be ready to go, yeah.” Jamie bowed his head, sniffing a little, and at that point the passenger side door opened and Katie popped her head in.

“They can see us now.”

Steve nodded and climbed out, before he lifted Lucky into his arms. Jamie slipped his hand into Katie’s as they walked into the surgery and were ushered into a quiet examination room at the back.

The Vet, a short, grey haired man called John Mason smiled at them as he walked in, his round spectacles perched on his nose. He greeted them kindly as Katie explained what had happened and he gently gave the dog an examination, and Katie had to stifle the sob as even then Lucky was feebly wagging his tail.

“I’m so sorry.” The Vet looked at Katie and Steve sympathetically as he sighed. “As I told you the other month, Lucky is a very old dog. I could try some pain killers and maybe a vitamin supplement but you’re just going to be delaying the inevitable.” Katie pinched her nose and bowed her head, tears filling her eyes. “We won’t want him to be in any pain.” Steve slid his arm round her as Jamie’s hand tightened around her fingers as he squeezed, sniffing loudly.

“Mom, I don’t want him to die.” She looked down to see her eldest son crying and she crouched down so she was level with him suddenly struck with the fact that in another few years she probably wouldn’t need to do that.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” She sniffed, her tears trickling down her face. “If I could fix him I could, but there’s nothing we can do. I think we need to let him go to sleep.” She glanced up at Steve, her soldier’s eyes were also filled with tears as he too crouched down to look Jamie in the eye. “Your mom’s right, buddy. He’s a very old dog. And we don’t want to see him in any more pain do we?”

Jamie shook his head, wiping his face with his hands. “But he’s my dog. My best friend.” “I know.” Katie sniffed, her lip trembling “But you’ll always have memories, and we can bring him home and bury him by his tree.” “The pee tree?” Jamie sniffed, and Steve gave a little chuckle.

“The pee tree.” He nodded.

Jamie looked up at the vet as his parents stood up at either side of him, Steve’s hand resting on the top of his head. “Will it hurt him?”

“No.” The Vet shook his head. “I’ll give him an injection first that will put him to sleep and then the second one will stop his heart. It will be very fast, he won’t feel a thing.” Katie glanced down and could see Jamie was contemplating something before he looked at her “Can we stay with him? He’ll be scared if we don’t.” “Of course we can.” Katie nodded.

The Vet glanced at her then to Steve who gave him a small nod of permission and Mason straightened up. “I’ll give you a few minutes with him whilst I go and get everything prepped.” The door clicked shut behind him and Jamie tugged on Steve’s arm. “Can you lift me up?”

Steve nodded and gently swung Jamie up onto the bench where he shuffled and gently lifted Lucky’s head into his lap. The dog’s tail began to thump again and that was when Katie turned away, her sobs silent. Steve gently reached out to her and she pressed her face into his chest, her shoulders shaking.

Steve was devastated too. That dog had seen so much with them since he had found him at Clint’s after the snap. He’d seen Emmy come and live with them, grow up, she’d wiped her tears into his fur the first time Peter had finished with her, then the second time. He’d seen the birth of all three of the younger kids, and had been curious at the small, noisy human that had been Jamie when they had brought him home, fast becoming the boy’s self-appointed guardian, taking up sentinel position outside his room whilst he had been young, and then moved himself into the room once he had been older. He’d put up with Rori covering him in pink glitter, been an expert at stealing toast off plates if you weren’t looking and both he and Katie had enjoyed his company later at night when he used to sidle up next to them on the couch or outside on the decking as they spent their evenings together. Up until about two years ago he’d been Steve’s running companion, one that he had missed a lot when he pounded the streets of Brooklyn and he knew that Katie talked to the dog as well when she was cooking and he was hovering, waiting for scraps. Steve had also sketched the dog, more times than he cared to remember, one of the best drawings he had done of him sat with Jamie on the kitchen step adorned Jamie’s wall in a frame above his bed and another one of him and all of the kids in the garden was displayed on the sideboard in the Den.

There was no doubt about it, losing him was going to leave a huge, Lucky shaped hole in their lives.

Steve looked at Jamie and tuned in to hear his son assuring the dog that he would be ok, and that he wouldn’t hurt, but it was when he told him to say hi to his Uncle Nee and Auntie Nat-Nat that he felt Katie give a choked sob and he wrapped his arms further around his wife, his own tear falling into her hair.

The Vet returned a little while later and Jamie made to move but he stopped him.

“You can stay there.” He said kindly. “Lucky seems nice and calm.” Jamie nodded, watching as the Vet gently prepared Lucky’s leg to find a vein and inserted the first needle, explaining what was going on.

“He’s going to fall asleep now.” He said, removing the needle and Katie moved from Steve’s hold to press face into the dog’s fur behind his neck, just as Steve had seen her do so many times before when she’d either been upset or just in the mood for a cuddle.

“Sweet dreams, puppy.” She said softly, standing up, and smoothing his fur down as Steve reached out and scratched the dogs’ ears.

“Miss you, buddy.” He sniffed slightly as the Vet injected the next drug. Jamie began to cry softly as he bent his head, Lucky’s breathing eventually stopping.

“Do you want to take his collar?” The vet asked gently as Jamie continued to stroke his beloved dog’s head and Katie looked at him.

“Jamie?”

He sniffed and nodded, and Steve moved forward, gently undoing the blue leather collar that was studded with metal bones from around his neck, Lucky’s name tag glinting in the light.

*****

December 2028

Steve opened the trunk to the car as Jamie walked round to join him, grabbing the dog basket that contained the freshly washed blankets.

“You got it?” Steve looked at him as Jamie easily lifted the item, another trait he had inherited from his dad, strength.

“Yeah.” Jamie assured him as Steve lifted the two large bags of dog food they had swung by the store for onto his shoulder and shut the trunk. Together they trudged through the light dusting of snow into the animal shelter and Steve pushed the door open. The receptionist looked up and smiled at them.

“We have some donations.” Steve smiled at her, dropping the bags onto the floor.

“And there’s this too.” Jamie offered, “Our dog died last month and he would want other dogs to have these.”

The receptionist came out from the desk and glanced at the basket, blankets and various toys which didn’t contain the rope tug chew that Lucky had been so attached to. That had stayed home and was going to be nailed to the tree they’d buried his ashes under.

“Sorry to hear about your dog.” She gave a soft smile. “Was he old?”

“Seventeen.” Jamie nodded, sniffing slightly. “He was my best friend.”

Steve dropped a hand to his son’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze as Jamie wiped his face. He knew his eldest son was still grieving. All of them were. Emmy had been distraught when they had called her at University to break the news and Clint had also been a little upset when Katie had spoken to him, the archer thanking them for giving him such a good home for the past ten years. Their faithful dog’s collar now rest next to a photo of him in the hallway and a few times over the last four weeks Steve had silently observed Jamie simply holding it, for a few moments, before he would place it back down and Steve had hastily made his retreat so his son never knew his dad had been intruding on his moments of grief and remembrance.

They’d left all the decisions about what to do with the rest of his things to Jamie, who had announced the previous day that he was ready to give Lucky’s basket and toys away and both he and Katie had been so upset but so proud of their boy when he said he wanted to take it to the local shelter along with some food in Lucky’s memory.

“We’ll make good use of them.” The receptionist assured him. Jamie nodded and looked up at Steve.

“Can we go now?”

“Sure buddy, come one.” Steve gave the receptionist another smile before he steered the boy towards the door. As they walked, Jamie casually glanced up at the board on the wall which contained photos of the animals ready for adoption and stopped dead.

“Dad,” he said, pointing, “look!”

Steve followed his hand and scanned the board. “Jamie, what…”

“The one in the middle,” he urged gently, “look at his name.”

Steve scanned the adverts when he spotted the one Jamie was talking about. It was a white and tan dog with a huge bushy tail and pointy ears. The dog’s large brown eyes wore an expression that was worried and scared, which wasn’t surprising considering he was in a rescue, and as he looked at the details learning the dog was approximately five years old and had been picked up as a stray, he read the name and his eyes widened.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He gave a low chuckle.

Jamie looked at him. “Can we see him?”

“Jamie…”

“I just want to see him,” his son said desperately, “that name!”

Steve glanced down at Jamie again who was wearing a look of hope on his face and he signed. “Fine, okay, we can see him. But just looking, okay?”

Famous last words.

It was a well-worn joke in the Rogers house hold that whilst Dad was the one that dished out the worst telling’s off when mum told him they’d been misbehaving and weren’t listening to her, he was also the pushover, the one who the kids went to first if they wanted something. So now, it was no surprise that Jamie turned all of his best pleading and reasoning on his father as he looked up at him from where he was crouched petting the dog, whose tail was wagging furiously as he licked the young boy’s face.

“Please dad!” Jamie looked at him. “Lucky sent him to us, he has to have done…”

“We can’t just take another dog home, not without asking your mom.” Steve shook his head

“Why not? She does stuff all the time that you tell her not to.”

Okay so that was true. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about getting another dog, they’d agreed they’d wait until after Christmas though, and then come to the rescue as a family. But, as Steve looked at the dog, although he didn’t believe in fate, he had to admit the name was one hell of a coincidence. And when the volunteer who had taken them to see the dog had explained just why the dog was called that, well, he was struggling really to argue with Jamie about it being a sign.

Even though fate was a load of bullshit.

Steve took another look at his son. His young face was radiating utter joy, something that had been absent from his life since he’d lost his faithful companion. With a low groan, Steve turned to the volunteer.

“Hypothetically speaking, if we wanted to adopt him…”

“You need to fill out a form and we do a quick background check but, well, seeing as it’s his last day today there won’t be a home check or anything so…” “His last day?” Jamie’s head snapped up.

“Yeah he’s been here four weeks. We don’t keep them longer than that.”

“What?” Jamie’s mouth dropped open “You mean you’ll kill him?”

“Jamie.” Steve sighed, and the woman took a deep breath.

“Yeah, we err, we don’t have the space or…”

Jamie turned his blue eyes on his father, as the death row inmate in question licked his rosy cheeks, his tail wagging furiously.

“Damned it.” Steve grumbled as he turned back to the woman. “Better show me the form then.” ***** “Honey?” Steve called as he, Jamie and mutt entered the hallway. “Don’t go mad.” “Mad?” Her voice called back, “What would I be…”

Katie stopped dead as the dog pattered into the kitchen, bushy tail raised as he looked around sniffing, Jamie still holding his leash. Harry gave a shriek of excitement from his chair.

Steve held his hands up, palms out “This was not my idea.” “It was his last day, mom.” Jamie looked up as Katie crouched to pet the dog, her mouth still hanging open. “They were gonna kill him and we saw his photo and then his name and…” “His name?” Katie asked, looking up, almost falling back as the dog jumped up, two paws on her chest as he licked her face, his tail wagging furiously. “Why, what’s his name?” Steve, picking Harry up out of his chair, glanced at Jamie who grinned and looked at his mom as he spoke “Stark.”

“What?” She whispered softly, looking at Jamie then to Steve. Steve nodded to confirm what his son was saying was true. “He’s called Stark?”

Steve nodded, setting Harry down on the floor watching as the tot headed over to the dog, Katie showing him how to pet him softly. “The Wardens picked him up by that huge memorial-slash-murial of Tony near the park.” He informed her, softly. “Hence his name.” He watched as his wife’s eyes filled with tears and she stood up, hastily wiping her face. Steve reached out and rubbed her arm as she turned and moved back to where she had been chopping vegetables for dinner. Jamie stood up a little tentatively, looking at his dad before he glanced at his mother.

After a moments pause she spoke. “Suppose you best go show him your sister if he’s staying. She’s in the den.”

Jamie’s face split into a huge grin and he dropped the dogs leash and rushed over to his mom. “Thank you.” She turned to give him a hug, gently ruffling his hair before he took the dogs leash again and headed out of the room, Stark eagerly trotting by his side. Harry followed and Steve turned to Katie.

“You’re an asshole.” She narrowed her eyes at him before she turned back to the vegetables and he laughed as he crossed the room, wrapping his arm around her from behind as he kissed her neck.

“I’m sorry but, well come on, tell me you would have left him there.”

She took a deep breath, but her silence told Steve all he needed to know.

“So now we have a son and a dog named after Tony and a daughter who shares his birthday.” she snorted. “He’ll be laughing his head off up there.” Steve chuckled and they both turned as their kids walked back into the room, followed by their new dog who was now sporting a pink and blue bandana round his neck.

“I don’t like the collar from the rescue.” Jamie shrugged, as Rori giggled.

“Stark looks pretty.”

“Why don’t you let him outside?” Steve asked. “So he can see the garden.”

Jamie nodded and opened the door, the dog hesitating slightly before he stepped out and down the patio, before letting out a huge bark and running onto the snow covered grass. He dropped and rolled onto his back, happily before he jumped up and walked over to Lucky’s Tree. He sniffed, and then as they watched he cocked his leg and peed straight up the side of the trunk.

With a huff Jamie grinned, his arms folded as he leaned against the door frame, his father doing the same slightly higher up. “Still the pee tree, Dad.” “Still the Pee tree.” Steve nodded, agreeing. Katie snorted at the ridiculous similarity between the two and shook her head slightly as she held Harry on her hip. “What do you think, pal?”

Harry laughed and clapped his hands. “Pee!”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek and her attention turned to Steve who gave her a wink. “You’re still an asshole.”

“Language.” He shot back, as he moved over to where she was stood and whispered into her ear. “Make it up to you later pretty girl.”

There was something about the way he said that phrase that always sent shivers down her spine. He kissed the side of her neck again, before he headed out of the kitchen and Katie watched him go before she turned to look at Jamie and Rori who both shared a hi-five as Jamie whistled. Stark’s ears picked up and as he shouted to the dog he came bounding back over and into the kitchen, his tail wagging furiously before he dropped onto his back for a belly rub.

“I love him already!” Rori giggled and Jamie looked up at his mum, his eyes so like his fathers locked onto hers and he smiled.

“Love you, Momma.”

And if Steve hadn’t already won her over with his loaded promise a few moments ago, that would have done it there and then.

There was a lot of excitement over the new addition to the Rogers household, but eventually later that night they managed to get the three kids into bed, Jamie leaving his bedroom door open so that Stark could find where he felt more comfortable to sleep.

Later that night, Katie took a shower in the en-suite, and as she turned the water off she could hear Steve talking to someone or something. Assuming he was on the phone to Emmy, which wasn’t uncommon last thing at night, she opened the door and stopped dead. Stark was nestled next to Steve on the bed, his nose tucked under Steve’s as the super-soldier gently held the pup like he was one of their kids, softly cooing at him.

Katie gave a cough and he looked up at her sheepishly, shrugging.

“What can I say? I have a thing for Starks…”

N.B. Yes, the dog I had in my mind was Dodger, and I’m doing this shamelessly so that I can use photos of him and Chris because I’m a thirsty ho…

***Original Posting***

#stark spangled forever #steve rogers #Katie Stark #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers fic #mcu #mcu fanfic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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sami-at-ciela · 3 years ago

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Prompt 6: Avatar

Or: “There’s too much wild crap going on for one ‘or’ line.”

I had a long chat with a buddy about how the amaro are basically dogs, and I thought about making my dogs into amaros. Sparki was a miniature schnauzer who loved me to bits but had an incredible attitude problem towards everyone else. Clearly, she’s a model amaro (maybe, maybe not).

I want to apologize in advance for the leaning on the 4th wall that shows up later in the story, but also? Nah. Revel in it.

The village of amaros had one odd dragonbird in its ranks.

Sparki was a pygmy amaro with a distinct fluffy while beard and an attitude. The first thing she did when she left her roost that morning was argue with Seto.

“Hey, Seto,” she barked, flapping over his roost walls and landing right in front of him. “Got a question for ya. That jock-looking guy you always palled around with-”

Seto gave a harrumph befitting his stature. “His name was Ardbert, Sparki, and you know it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sparki grumped, flapping her wings in a dismissive huffy gesture. “Do you know if he had any kids who might have carried on the adventuring business?”

“No,” Seto grunted. “Why are you asking this now?”

Sparki gave a dracoavian shrug. “I dunno, I saw you with the pretty Viis lady in yellow, and she found your medallion and you got all mushy-gushy over it, and it got me thinking: I wanna go on an adventure, too. I remember, before I could talk, I always came by to yell at you and Ardbert and bite his ankles. It was a good time.”

Seto heaved his best exasperated sigh. “Yes, I remember as well, even if all we heard at the time was aggressive gweeing and the panicking of the rookery keeper as he came to retrieve you.”

“Meh. Idiot should have fixed the hole in the gates faster then. Too bad there is no gate anymore.” A beat passed, and Sparki changed her focus. “So! I think I’m gonna go on that adventure. I already packed some food and water, but what else do you think I need? Aside from a traveling companion who’s big and strong- or small and strong- and can make sure I don’t get my ass bitten by a Sin Eater?”

“How did you pack-” Seto shook his head. That bit of minutiae wasn’t important. “Sparki, you should be more willing to ensure that your companion isn’t bitten by a Sin Eater instead.”

“Oh, please! If I find a good buddy, they’re gonna be my ride or die. I swear it on my honor as an amaro! I wouldn’t be an amaro at all if I didn’t love people. Like, seriously.” Sparki huffed through her nose as her mind drifted. “Don’t get me wrong. I miss the hells out of my master. We went through so much crap together. No one else would make me wag my butt harder.”

“That has always been a strange habit of yours,” Seto cut in. “If you truly plan to seek a new master for whatever reason, I would advise visiting the Nu Mou some malms away. As faithfully industrious as they are, they may very well have a lead or two for you.”

Sparki raised one wing in a mimic of a salute. “Thanks for the tip, old pal! I think I’ll head straight for ‘em. See you when I make the big time!”

“What ‘big time?’” Seto scoffed, but it was too late. Sparki had already taken off and was cackling a most distinctive “Gwee-hee-hee-hee!”

From above, the Nu Mou settlement was easy to spot, and she whooped down right in front of one that nearly fell over from surprise. “An amaro? What brings you here?” they asked.

“I’m going on an adventure, my lop-eared friend,” Sparki declared. “I was told you folks might have a lead for me to go to or a person to meet. But I’m no idiot! I wouldn’t dare ask you for a favor without giving you patronage first.”

The Nu Mou cocked their head. “Normally it is the patronage of men we seek, but in these desperate times, any patron is welcome. I suppose, while I don’t know of any special travelers beyond the ones who slew the Lightwarden, I can make it easier for you to meet more people.”

“Oh? And how would you do that?”

“I would design a glamour for you to disguise yourself as a person.”

Sparki goggled at the notion. “Count me in! That sounds awesome! What do I gotta do to help with that?”

“I require a certain type of very reflective fish from the river,” the Nu Mou said. “If you find me three, I can begin the process.”

“A very reflective fish…? Oh yeah! I know those! They were supposed to be my lunch, but I can find more easy-peasy.” Sparki stuck her nose into a saddlebag and flicked out three sparkling fish. “How’s this?”

The Nu Mou surveyed the offerings and nodded. “I applaud your preparation. These are indeed the right kind. Allow me to set them up, and we can get started.”

The three fish were laid out in a line and accompanied by gemstones and special herbs. The Nu Mou waved their wand, and a projected image shimmered over the fish. “I’ve decided to start with a dwarf as a base,” they said. “Or… something like one.”

People from the Source would have called the not-quite-a-dwarf a Lalafell.

“Huh, neat. Do I get to pick stuff out, or are you gonna choose for me?”

“I have preset options, but you are free to choose from them.”

The next half hour or so was spent grumbling about hairstyles, eye shapes and colors, and the precise angle of eyebrows. Eventually, Sparki chose her glamour: a Lalafell with black hair that faded to grey tied up in buns, deep blue eyes, and the distinct lack of pupils of a Dunesfolk.

“This is too cool,” Spari beamed. “There’s no option for me to keep my beard though. Can you fix that?”

The Nu Mou shook their head. “It would require more coding than I am capable of.”

“Coding?”

“Yes, coding. Magical programming. It’s an emerging field and nothing you need worry too much about as a front-end user.”

“Huh… okay.” Sparki shrugged and shook herself off. “So, how do I put it on?”

“I do that for you.” The Nu Mou uttered a spell in fae-speak, pointed their wand at Sparki, and in a flash of aether, she took the form of the pictured Lalafell.

“Oooooooh!” Sparki squealed as she marveled at her new form, flexing her fingers and tapping her toes on the ground. “This is wizardry! Literally! You bet I’m giving you another fish as a tip.”

The Nu Mou began to flail. “Please, we do not require or even accept tips! We Nu Mou ask for only our established patronages, no more, no less!”

Sparki stopped testing her glamour body out, dug around in what had been her saddlebag, and flung out an extra fish. “Take. the. Tip,” she grunted. “Either that or increase your prices. Don’t undersell yourself. Three shiny fish ain’t nothing compared to the awesomeness of this glam.”

“I-I wouldn’t feel comfortable raising my prices!” the Nu Mou sputtered.

“Fine, fine, just know what you’re worth, okay? And don’t be afraid to ask for coffee. Or tea. Or even a monthly payment of 500 gil!” Sparki looked to the sky. “Aw, crap, I can’t fly in this form- wait a second.” In a display unlike anything seen thus far, she made her wings clip through the back of her avatar. “There we go!”

The Nu Mou gasped in horror, clutching the extra fish close. “Y-you can’t request a glamour like that and then immediately break it!”

“Meh, I’ll figure out how to put ‘em back later,” Sparki muttered, ignoring how aghast the fae in front of her was. “Seriously? I owe you one. When I make it big, I’m gonna make sure you’re properly credited, just you wait!”

Before the Nu Mou could object, the amarofell took off, gwee-hee-heeing all the way.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #tip your nu mous

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i-need-entertainment · 4 years ago

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Dreams Can Come True: Chapter 4 Prettiest Dude Around

Chapter 3-Chapter 5

“Y/n, meet the Eight Precepts of death.” Y/n stepped fully into the living room to be met with 10 individuals. “Well, Eight Precepts of Death and Company more like it. Guys, this is Y/n,” Chrono gestured to Y/n to introduce herself. “Hello, I’m Y/n L/n, but please, call me Y/n.” They all said some sort of ‘Hi’ or ‘nice to meet you’ and also heard a few whistles, which elicited a glare from Chrono, and snickers to be heard.

The first to step forward was a fairly tall male wearing a black cape looking thing, a black bowlers hat and a black plague mask. “It’s nice to see you again Y/n, I’m Shin Nemoto, Nemoto is fine.” Y/n nodded, she remembered seeing him at the ‘interview’ with Overhaul. Next was a younger, slightly shorter looking male with blond hair that went over his right eye. “Toya Setsuno, nice to meet you. This quiet guy here with me is Soramitsu Tabe, I’d let him introduce himself but he’s not really a talker.” Tabe then let out a string of ‘I’m hungry’ and ‘eat’. “Next to step up was three big looking guys, like tall and muscular, pretty scary looking actually… “I’m Yu Hojo.” “Rikiya Katsukame” “Hey there pretty lady! I’m Kendo Rappa! But you can call me da-“, Before he could finish his…statement a middle aged appearing individual slapped him upside the head. “I sincerely apologize for this boys’ actions” The one named Rappa seemed to whine from the hit, and growl at being called boy. “I’m Hekiji Tengai, it’s nice to meet you Mistress Y/n.” Y/n nodded polite fully and smiled. “HEY! HEY YOU!” Y/n looked around confused for a second, until Chrono tapped her shoulder and pointed to the floor, where she saw a…stuffed bird? Said stuffed bird then jumped over to the floor in front of Y/n and Chrono “I’m mimic, Manager of the Eight Precepts. AND I DEMAND RESP-“ This time it was Chrono who interrupted, by softly, but firmly kicking Mimic across the room. “That angry plushie is mimic, he talks a big talk but he really won’t do anything.” Chrono shrugged “YOU COME OVER HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FACE CLOCKSWORTH!” Chrono just rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say shrimpy.” Next, a drunken man stumbled over “AAaaannd I’m D-deeiidorio Sssakakii. Niiicee to meeeet ya shweett stuff.” The strange man somehow managed to slur out before collapsing back onto the couch. “Hello dear, I’m pops, retired leader of the Shie Hassaikai. I’m also Eri’s grandfather, thank you for taking care of her.” A very nice older male introduced him self. “Its no problem! Really, Eri is an absolute sweetheart, and Kurono has been a really good dad to her. I’ll do my best to be a good mom.” Pop’s face seemed to light up at the mention of Y/n being Eri’s mom. Meanwhile, Chrono’s face was slowly going red, afraid of what his adopted father would spill about him. “Mom eh?” “Well, Eri asked if she could call me that, and I really don’t mind. I always wanted to be one anyways.” “Well, that’s very kind of you. The girl needs a positive mother figure. I’m sure you’ll do a fine job. Who knows, maybe you’ll help this hopeless idiot grow up some.” The elder said as he ‘lovingly’ whapped chrono upside the head. Chrono just pouted, rubbing the spot he was just assaulted. “Hey! I’ve been doing pretty good! Right Eri?!” The little girl made her way over and hopped into her grandfather’s arms. “Of course daddy!” “See” “Buuut it is good to have mommy around. Especially since mommy can draw, and cook and do my hair. Oh! And-“ “Okay that’s enough outta you pumpkin.” Chrono said while Eri giggled and made her way back to her play room. Y/n just giggled. “Kids these days…” He complained crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. “I don’t know, she might have a point.” “Who’s side are you on anyways!? I thought you were here to help me!” “I was, but now, I’m not so sure.” The Eight Precepts and pops and mimic were sitting back, watching and enjoying the scene that was unfolding. Especially since it was painfully obvious their dear old pal Chrono had a ‘little’ crush on the young caretaker. The two playfully went back and forth for awhile, before accepting defeat. Y/n was then dragged by Eri back to her room to play dress up, while poor Chrono was mercilessly interrogated by his ‘friends’. “SOOOO Chrono. What is your relationship with Y/n?” Setsuno asked, while stalking over to Chrono, ready to attack. Chrono was carefully trying to sneak out of the room, but was unsuccessful when Katsukame blocked his way, and sat him down at the table across from Pops, who had Nemoto by his side. The rest of the bullets gathered around the table, and blocked off the exits. Conveniently Overhaul walked in, and joined the group around the table, and after asking what was going on curiously sat down next to Pops. “So, son. Are you going to tell us?” “I’ll never tell…” “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” Chrono dangerously glared, “Shin, you wouldn’t dare..” “Oh I would, Chrono, or as Y/n would say Kurono.” Chrono’s face went a slight shade of pink, causing the members to break out in laughter and shouts. While those seated at the table just smirked. “Son, I’ll ask you once more, what is your relationship to Y/n?” The room went silent. “We’re just friends…” “With or without benefits?” One of the precepts muttered, causing Chrono to die inside, pops to break out in laughter, and Overhaul and Nemoto to snicker. “I’m gonna take that as without!” Rappa shouted, falling to the floor in pain from laughter. “Do you like her?” “Yes.” Chrono immediately glared at Nemoto. “Ohoho? Really? That’s interesting, Kurono,” Overhaul smirked, smirk more noticeable since he was only wearing the surgical mask. “That doesn’t mean anything! I could just like her as a friend!” Nemoto sighed and rolled his eyes under his mask. “Do you like her, romantically?” The room went silent again. “Yes.” Chrono slammed his head down onto the table as the room erupted into more noise. Pops came over to Chrono and patted his back. “Now now son. No need to be upset. You merely have a crush! It’s nothing to be embarrassed about! Besides, Eri has taken a liking to her, and I could use more grandchildren!” Chrono shot up at that. He had avoided that topic enough times with Eri, no need for his adoptive father to get in on it as well. Deciding to spare his friend (For now anyways) Overhaul sent the others back to work, or to at least stop being loud. Chrono sighed, sinking into the couch. Now what was he gonna do? Everyone except Y/n and Eri knew, and he doubted the others would keep their mouths shut for long. Or at all for that matter. Nice going Hari. You’ve liked the girl for a whole two days and everyone already knows…the heck am I gonna do? I can’t just tell her, she doesn’t feel the same way I do. She can’t. I’m dangerous, a killer, and she’s sweet, kind, innocent. *internal sigh* Chrono then stood up and made his way to Eri’s room to check on her. When he got there, he noticed the door was open. In the room, Eri was dressed up in one of her princess play dresses, while Y/n was wearing a fake feather boa and Tiara. Y/n was currently styling Eri’s hair into an intricate updo, finishing the look off with a plastic tiara. “Look at you Eri! The prettiest princess around!” Y/n said while spinning Eri around the room. Eri giggled. “You’re a pretty princess too mommy!” “I think you both are pretty princesses.” Chrono said, entering the room, hands in his pockets. “Daddy! Come play with us!” “Okay, what are you guys playing?” “Dress up!” He internally sighed again. Knowing against his daughter and crush he was no match, and instead of putting up a fight, let go of whatever he had left of his dignity and sat down, letting the two females have at it. When they were done, he was covered in glitter, strawberry lip gloss, and stickers. “You look so pretty daddy!” Eri said in awe. “Just the look I was going for. Thanks sweetie!” Eri giggled as her dad gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Aren’t you going to give one to Y/n too? She helped!!” “Ee-ri! You don’t have to Kuron-“ He cut Y/n off by giving her a kiss on the cheek. Y/n’s cheeks went pink, and she got lost in wonderland for a few seconds before snapping out of it and smiling, letting out a sweet giggle. “Well, it’s not finished yet.” Y/n the put a purple boa on Chrono’s shoulders. “There we go. Now it’s finished.” Y/n and Chrono looked into each others eyes, each adult smiling at the other. “Hey Uncle Nemoto! Hi Uncle Setsuno! Do you want to join us!” Y/n stifled a laugh when Chrono grimaced as he heard his two friends names being called. “*snicker* No. No that’s okay Eri, just came to-to see your dad *wheeze*” Setsuno barely got out, as he and Nemoto broke into more laughter. “I don’t know why you two are laughing. Daddy looks awesome and pretty!” Eri put her hands on her hips as she scolded the two men. “Oh yeah, no doubt he’s the prettiest *cackle* prettiest dude around!” Nemoto got out, before being chased out by Eri, for laughing at her ‘masterpiece’. “*Huff* Those two are so immature.” Eri pouted while crossing her arms over her chest. “They sure are Eri.” Y/n said, while starting to take off Eri’s make up. “Mmmhmmm. Boys are so weird.” “Yup!” Y/n said. “Hey!” Chrono said, looking over to the two females. “Sorry Kurono, but it’s just the truth.” He sighed, knowing this argument was also going nowhere. “Alright Eri, why don’t you go to the kitchen and start eating dinner, Uncle Hojo is cooking tonight so go ahead sweetie.” Eri nodded and ran to the kitchen. Y/n then finished taking her makeup off and started on Chrono’s. “Sorry about the glitter…you’re going to be finding it for weeks.” Y/n nervously laughed. “It’s alright, raising a little girl I got pretty used to it I guess.” He laughed. “Take off your jacket, I’ll wash it for you. I have to wash my clothes anyways. I’m going to try to stop the glitter before it spreads.” Chrono nodded and took off his rain coat, while Y/n admired how fit Chrono was. Under the raincoat, Chrono wore a simple fitted white t-shirt with white pants, tucked into black boots. She had to admit he looked good. Sure he was lean, but the man was no stick. He had some muscles. “Here, thanks by the way.” “O-oh don’t mention it. I should thank you for putting up with that!” Chrono smiled, “It was my pleasure.” Unbeknownst to both adults, they both felt the soft, warm fuzzy feelings for the other. Unfortunately for them (and the reader lol) neither one believed the other felt the same. “Alright, we should probably head to dinner.” “Good idea” With that the two made their way to the dining room. Where they were met with snickers and whistles.

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Stark Spangled Forever: Man’s Best Friend.

Intro: The Rogers bid a sad goodbye to a member of their family…

Warnings: Pet death- sorry, I know!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

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It’s a well held opinion that dogs don’t live as long as people because they don’t need to. People need to learn how to be good and kind as life moves on. Dogs are simply born that way…

November 2028

“Steve…” Bucky asked, watching Rori as she lay on the rug in the living room, her legs bent in the air behind her, crossed at the ankle as they swung to and fro. “Why does Rori have odd socks on? Thought it set your teeth on edge?”

“It does.” Steve rolled his eyes from where he sat on the sofa, eyes glued to the Giants game that was on the screen. “But you try getting her to change them.” “She’ll do anything for her uncle Buck…” Bucky smirked and Steve turned to look at him, grinning.

“Go on then…” he said, watching as he knew full well where this was gonna go.

“Hey, Ror…” Bucky spoke. The 4 year old turned her head to look at him with a questioning glance.

“How ‘bout you go change your socks, find 2 yellow ones.” “How ‘bout no?” She replied, turning back to her activity book.

“Rori…” Steve said, sternly at her cheeky reply and her eyes turned to her father. She looked at him, completely unabashed, shrugging with an air that was so goddamned like her mother before she continued what she was doing, clearly no shits given whatsoever.

Steve looked at Bucky, an I-told-you-so smirk sliding on his face as he turned back to the game, beer bottle held in his hand. At that point Jamie came into the room, flopping down next on his bean bag.

“Who’s winning?” he asked, glancing at the large TV.

“The Pats.” Steve said, his nose wrinkling.

“Gross.” Jamie agreed “What we getting for dinner?” “Jay, you ate a whole pizza for lunch like an hour ago.” Steve turned his eyes on him. “You can’t possibly be hungry.” Jamie shrugged.

Steve rolled his eyes “I’ve no idea…if you’re that bad go grab a snack or something…” Jamie pushed himself off the sofa and Rori jumped up toddling after him. “Wait for me…” she called.

Bucky watched them go and turned to Steve with a grin “Gotta hand it to you pal, you got this father thing down to a tee…” Steve looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly “You being sarcastic?”

“Not at all.” Bucky said “I mean they leave you in peace to watch football, get their own snacks…” At that point there came a piercing scream through the baby monitor signalling that Harry had awoken from his nap.

“Hey pal…” he said softly, and Harry’s face split into a watery grin at the sight of his dad “What’s all the cryin’ for huh?”

“Dadadadadada” he babbled, holding his hands up and Steve smiled as he lifted him out of the crib and found his pacifier which was discarded by his blanket. Handing it to him, Harry shoved it in his mouth and wound his little hands into his Dad’s T-shirt, pressing his teary face into Steve’s neck. Steve smoothed his hair back and gave his head a soft kiss as he grabbed his stuffed giraffe before making his way out of the room, all tears now done, his son silent in his arms.

It would take him a while to come round, Steve knew that. Jamie and Rori had been the same at this age, clingy through disorientation when they woke up, but Harry even more so than his siblings. He had a feeling it was because Katie babied him a lot more than she had with Jamie and Rori, for no other reason than they knew he was their last, and she wanted to cling onto him being that cuddly little boy for as long as she could. She’d been heartbroken when Jamie had no longer cried for her anymore at night and had started refusing her cuddles and stopped sitting on her knee. Thankfully Rori was still at the stage where she was happy to do that but again, give it a few years and she wouldn’t be.

He headed back down the stairs, stepping over Lucky once more who hadn’t moved a muscle all day it seemed. Steve gave him a glance and said his name, the dog lazily thumping his tail against the floor but beyond that he showed no signs of life. He’d noticed the dog slowing down dramatically over the last year or so. His walks had become shorter and shorter, now they literally consisted of a potter to the top of the road so he could pee against the lamppost and then back again, most of his time was spent in the back garden or the step he was on now, simply sleeping, or at night on Jamie’s bed. His eyesight was going too, but on their last trip to the vets a few months ago he was limping quite badly on his front right, they had been told that for his age there was nothing wrong. He was simply old. And Steve could sympathise. At almost 17 Jamie had relayed the message that meant Lucky was almost 90 so as far as he and Katie were concerned, the dog had earned his right to be lazy.

When they walked back into the living room, Harry looked up and gave Bucky the once over. Bucky waggled his fingers at him, and the tot moved the hand that was tangling in Steve’s t-shirt to mimic the action, making the former assassin chuckle slightly as Steve sat back down, his son getting comfortably on his lap, his blue eyes looking around the room. Bucky watched the tot with a little amusement. Whilst Jamie was a carbon copy of his father both in looks and personality bar the distinctly Stark-like nose he had, Aurora was the double of her mother in the same way but had inherited her father’s cheekbones, yet Harry was almost a perfect blend of the two of them. He had the light brown hair, freckles and nose from his mother yet the blue eyes, cheekbones, ears and jawline from Steve. He seemed to be a lot more placid that his elder brother, but then again there was time yet. He was stubborn, which Steve insisted he got from his mother, but both Bucky and Katie reminded him regularly that he was just as obstinate as she was, if not more so on some occasions.

Jamie and Rori returned and they sat and watched the game, both men and 8 year old fully invested in it, getting annoyed as the Giants made mistake after mistake. At one point Jamie let out an angry snort and rolled his eyes turning to his father asking why they were playing so rubbish. Steve had no response, other than to shrug and comment that it must simply be a bad day at the office…and then, not sooner had he said it, they broke and made a run for the line.

“Jamie, do that again…” he said.

Jamie turned and repeated the notion, Harry following again, causing Jamie and Steve to crack into identical grins.

“I leave you alone for a few hours…” a voice quipped and Steve spun round to see Katie stood in the doorway, back from the salon with her hair perfectly styled, arms folded, grin on her face. At the sight of his momma, Harry shrieked and wriggled in Steve’s arms. Steve set him down on the floor and he toddled towards her. Smiling she met him halfway and swung him up, peppering kisses all over his face, causing the tot to giggle.

“Hair looks nice…” Bucky commented and Steve shot him a look, fuming that his friend had beaten him to compliment his girl.

“Kiss ass…”

Katie laughed as Bucky grinned innocently. “Thanks Buck.” she glanced around the room “No Sam?”

“Gone to see his sister.” Steve said, dropping kiss to her cheek as she moved to sit down on the couch. “Your hair does look good.”

She smiled at him, Harry winding his hands into the soft curls, the ends slightly lighter than the rest. “Won’t do for long if he keeps playing with it.” she looked around the room and frowned “Where’s Lucky?”

“On his step” Steve said, “Hasn’t moved since you left. I’ll take him up the road when the game’s finished”

“I’ll do it.” Katie shook her head “I’ll take Harry, give him a chance to toddle outside for a bit…fancy it baby? Wanna take Lucky for a walk?”

Harry clapped his hands “Uck uck…” he nodded.

“You wanna come Jamie?” she asked. He shook his head from where he was lounging on a bean bag, eyes glued to the game. “Rori?”

Rori took a bit longer to consider before she also shook her head.

“Suit yourselves…” she said, standing up. She took Harry into the hallway and retrieved his coat, scarf and hat from the pegs before bundling him up and slipping on his boots. Once he was ready she wrapped herself up and then called Lucky down, jangling his lead. The dog padded down the stairs and sat obediently whilst she clipped his lead on and they headed outside.

“Shit…” she muttered. Dropping gently to her knees she stroked the dog’s head and looked him over, noticing his breathing had become a little shallow.

“Ucky ‘leepy.” Harry said where he stood by his momma.

Katie took a deep breath and pulled out her phone to call Steve.

“Hey?” his confused voice answered “You ok?”

“No Lucky’s collapsed…”she said, fighting back her tears. “I can’t lift him to get him home…” “Ok, wait there…” Steve said, cutting the call.

Less than a minute later Katie looked up at the sound of feet slapping on the damp sidewalk to see Steve sprinting towards them, not even having bothered to put a jacket on.

He dropped down besides her and took a second to look at their dog before he glanced at Katie, the pair of them sharing worried and sad expressions.

“Let’s get him to the vets.” Steve said, as Katie wiped the tears off her face. He gently and easily scooped the retreiver into his arms as Katie picked up Harry and they quickly made their way home.

**** They left the two youngest with Bucky, Jamie insisting on coming with them. At 8 years old he was clever enough to understand what was going on, and as Katie pointed out to Steve it was only fair he came with them for what the adults both knew deep down was going to be Lucky’s last trip.

Katie went into the surgery whilst Steve stayed with Jamie, the young boy eventually breaking the silence.

“Is he gonna die dad?”

Steve felt his chest tighten as he debated how to answer. He never lied to his kids as much as could be helped so with a sigh he turned to face Jamie who was sat in the back, his eye full of fear.

“Jay…he’s an old dog.” Steve said softly “I think he might be ready to go yeah…” Jamie bowed his head a sniffed and at that point the passenger side door opened and Katie popped her head in.

“They can see us now” she said softly.

Steve nodded and climbed out, before he lifted Lucky into his arms. Jamie slipped his hand into Katie’s as they walked into the surgery and were ushered into a quiet examination room at the back.

The Vet, they knew as John Mason smiled at them as he walked in, his round spectacles perched on his nose. He greeted them kindly as Katie explained what had happened and he gently gave the dog an examination, and Katie had to stifle the sob as even then Lucky was feebly wagging his tail.

“I’m so sorry.” The Vet looked at Katie and Steve sympathetically as he sighed “As I told you the other month, Lucky is a very old dog. I could try some pain killers and maybe a vitamin supplement but you’re just going to be delaying the inevitable…” Katie pinched her nose and bowed her head, tears filling her eyes “We won’t want him to be in any pain.” Steve slid his arm round her as Jamie’s hand tangled into hers and gave it a squeeze as he sniffed. “Mom…” She looked down to see her eldest son crying and she crouched down so she was level with him suddenly struck with the fact that in another few years she probably wouldn’t need to do that.

“I’m sorry baby…” she sniffed, her tears trickling down her face “There’s nothing we can do… I think we need to let him go to sleep.” She glanced up at Steve, her soldier’s eyes were also filled with tears as he too crouched down to look Jamie in the eye. “Your mom’s right buddy. He’s a very old dog. And we don’t want to see him in any more pain do we?”

Jamie shook his head, wiping his face with his hands “But he’s my dog. My best friend…” “I know sweetheart.” Katie sniffed, her lip trembling “But you’ll always have memories, and we can bring him home and bury him by his tree.” “The pee tree?” Jamie sniffed, and Steve gave a little chuckle.

“The pee tree.” he nodded.

Jamie looked up at the vet as his parents stood up at either side of him, Steve’s hand resting on the top of his head. “Will it hurt him?”

“No.” The vet said “I’ll give him an injection first that will put him to sleep and then the second one will stop his heart. It will be very fast, he won’t feel a thing.” Katie glanced down and could see Jamie was contemplating something before he looked at her “Can we stay with him? He’ll be scared if we don’t…” “Of course we can.” Katie nodded.

The Vet glanced at her then to Steve who gave him a small nod of permission and Mason straightened up. “I’ll give you a few minutes with him ok? I’ll go and get everything prepped.” The door clicked shut behind him and Jamie tugged on Steve’s arm “Can you lift me up?”

Steve was devastated too. That dog had seen so much with them since he had found him at Clint’s after the snap. He’d seen Emmy come and live with them, grow up, she’d wiped her tears into his fur the first time Peter had finished with her, then the second time, and the third time. He’d seen the birth of all 3 of the younger kids, and had been curious at the small, noisy human that had been Jamie when they had brought him home but had fast become the boy’s self-appointed guardian, taking up sentinel position outside his room whilst he had been young, and then moved himself into the room once he had been older. He’d put up with Rori covering him in pink glitter, been an expert at stealing toast off their plates if you weren’t looking and both he and Katie had enjoyed his company later at night when he used to sidle up next to them on the couch or outside on the decking as they spent their later evenings together. Up until about 2 years ago he’d been Steve’s running companion, one that he had missed a lot when he pounded the streets of Brooklyn and he knew that Katie talked to the dog as well when she was cooking and he was hovering, waiting for scraps. Steve had also sketched the dog, more times than he cared to remember, one of the best drawings he had done of him sat with Jamie on the kitchen step adorned Jamie’s wall in a frame above his bed and another one of him and all of the kids in the garden was displayed on the sideboard in the Den.

There was no doubt about it, losing him was going to leave a huge, Lucky shaped hole in their lives.

The vet returned a little while later and Jamie made to move but he stopped him.

“You can stay there…” he said kindly, “He seems nice and calm.” Jamie nodded, watching as the vet gently prepared Lucky’s leg to find a vein and inserted the first needle, explaining what was going on.

“He’s going to fall asleep now…” He said, removing the needle and Katie moved from Steve’s hold to press face into the dogs fur behind his neck, just as Steve had seen her do so many times before when she’d either been upset or just in the mood for a cuddle.

“Sweet dreams puppy.” she said softly, standing up, and smoothing his fur down as Steve reached out and scratched the dogs’ ears.

“Miss you buddy.” he said, sniffing slightly as the vet injected the next drug. Jamie began to cry softly as he bent his head, Lucky’s breathing eventually stopping.

“Do you want to take his collar?” The vet asked gently as Jamie continued to stroke his beloved dog’s head and Katie looked at him.

“Jamie?”

He sniffed and nodded, and Steve moved forward, gently undoing the blue leather collar that was studded with metal bones from around his neck, Lucky’s name tag glinting in the light.

*****

December

Steve opened the trunk to the car as Jamie walked round to join him, grabbing the dog basket that contained the freshly washed blankets.

“You got it?” Steve looked at him as Jamie easily lifted the item, another trait he had inherited from his dad, strength.

“Yeah…” Jamie assured him as Steve lifted the 2 large bags of dog food they had swung by the store for onto his shoulder and shut the trunk. Together they trudged through the snow into the animal shelter and Steve pushed the door open. The receptionist looked up and smiled at them.

“We have some donations.” Steve smiled at her, dropping the bags onto the floor.

“And there’s this too.” Jamie offered, “Our dog died last month and he would want other dogs to have these…”

“Sorry to hear about your dog.” She said. “Was he old?”

“17.” Jamie nodded, sniffing slightly “He was my best friend.”

Steve dropped a hand to his son’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze as Jamie wiped his face. He knew his eldest son was still grieving. All of them were, Emmy had been distraught when they had called her at University to break the news and Clint had also been a ltitle upset, the archer thanking them for giving him such a good home for the past 10 years. His collar now rest next to a photo of him in the hallway and a few times over the last 4 weeks Steve had silently observed Jamie simply holding it, for a few moments, before he would place it back down and Steve had hastily made his retreat so his son never knew his dad had been intruding on his moments of grief and remembrance. They’d left all the decisions about what to do with the rest of his things to Jamie, who had announced the previous day that he was ready to give Lucky’s basket and toys away and both he and Katie had been so upset but so proud of their boy when he said he wanted to take it to the local shelter along with some food in Lucky’s memory.

“We’ll make good use of them.” the receptionist assured him. Jamie nodded and looked up.

“Can we go now?”

“Sure buddy, come one.” Steve said, giving the receptionist another smile before he steered the boy towards the door. As they walked Jamie casually glanced up at the board on the wall which contained photos of the animals ready for adoption and stopped dead.

“Dad…” he said, pointing “Look…”

Steve followed his hand and scanned the board. “Jamie, what…”

“The one in the middle…” he said gently, “look at his name.”

Steve scanned the adverts when he spotted the one Jamie was talking about. It was a white and tan dog with a huge bushy tail and pointy ears. The dog’s large brown eyes wore an expression that was worried and scared, which wasn’t surprising considering he was in a rescue and as he looked at the details learning the dog was approximately 5 years old and had been picked up as a stray, he read the name and his eyes widened.

“Well I’ll be damned…” he gave a low chuckle.

Jamie looked at him. “Can we see him?”

“Jamie…”

“I just want to see him….” his son said desperately “That name!”

Steve glanced down at Jamie again who was wearing a look of hope on his face and he signed. “Fine, ok, we can see him. But just looking ok?”

Famous last words.

So now, it was no surprise that Jamie turned all of his best pleading and reasoning on his father as he looked up at him from where he was crouched petting the dog, whose tail was wagging furiously.

“Please dad…” Jamie looked at him, “Lucky sent him to us, he has to have done…”

“We can’t just take another dog home…not without asking your mom.” Steve shook his head

“Why not? She does stuff all the time that you tell her not to.”

Ok so that was true. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about getting another dog, they’d agreed they’d wait until after Christmas though, and then come to the rescue as a family…but, as he looked at the dog, although he didn’t believe in fate, he had to admit the name was one hell of a coincidence. And when the volunteer who had taken them to see the dog had explained just why the dog was called that…well, he was struggling really to argue with Jamie about it being a sign.

Even though fate was a load of bullshit.

“Hypothetically speaking, if we wanted to adopt him…”

“Yeah he’s been here 4 weeks. We don’t keep them longer than that.”

“What…” the young boy said, his mouth dropping open “You mean…” “Afraid so.” The woman sighed “We don’t have the space or…”

Jamie turned his blue eyes on his father, as the death row inmate in question licked his rosy cheeks, his tail wagging furiously.

“Damned it…” Steve grumbled as he turned back to the woman “Better show me the form then…” ***** “Honey?” Steve called as he, Jamie and mutt entered the hallway “Don’t go mad, but… “Mad?” her voice called back, “What would I be…”

Katie stopped dead as the dog pattered into the kitchen, bushy tail raised as he looked around sniffing, Jamie still holding his leash. Harry gave a shriek of excitement from his chair.

Steve held his hands up, palms out “This was not my idea…” “It was his last day mom.” Jamie looked up as Katie crouched to pet the dog, her mouth still hanging open. “They were gonna kill him and we saw his photo and then his name and…” “His name?” Katie asked, looking up and almost falling back as the dog jumped up, two paws on her chest as he licked her face, his tail wagging furiously. “Why, what’s his name?” Steve, picking Harry up out of his chair, glanced at Jamie who grinned and looked at his mom as he spoke “Stark.”

“What?” she whispered softly, looking at Jamie then to Steve. Steve nodded to confirm what his son was saying was true. “He’s…called Stark?”

Steve nodded, setting Harry down on the floor watching as the tot headed over to the dog, Katie showing him how to pet him softly. “The Wardens picked him up by that huge memorial-slash-murial of Tony near the park.” he said softly “Hence his name.” He watched as his wife’s eyes filled with tears and she stood up, hastily wiping her face. Steve reached out and rubbed her arm as she turned and moved back to where she had been chopping vegetables for dinner. Jamie stood up a little tentatively, looking at his dad before he glanced at his mother.

After a moments pause she spoke “Suppose you best go show him your sister if he’s staying. She’s in the den.”

Jamie’s face split into a huge grin and he dropped the dogs leash and rushed over to his mom. “Thank you….” She turned to give him a hug, gently ruffling his hair before he took the dogs leash again and headed out of the room, Stark eagerly trotting by his side. Harry followed and Steve turned to Katie.

“You’re an ass hole.” she narrowed her eyes at him before she turned back to the vegetables and he laughed as he crossed the room, wrapping his arm around her from behind as he kissed her neck.

“I’m sorry but…well come on, tell me you would have left him there.”

She took a deep breath, but her silence told Steve all he needed to know.

“So now we have a son and a dog named after Tony and a daughter who shares his birthday.” she said, snorting “He’ll be laughing his head off up there.” Steve chuckled and they both turned as their kids walked back into the room, followed by their new dog who was now sporting a pink and blue bandana round his neck.

“I don’t like the collar from the rescue…” Jamie shrugged, as Rori giggled.

“Stark looks pretty.”

“Why don’t you let him outside?” Steve asked, “So he can see the garden.”

Jamie nodded and opened the door, the dog hesitating slightly before he stepped out and down the patio, before letting out a huge bark and running onto the grass. He dropped and rolled onto his back, happily before he jumped up and walked over to Lucky’s Tree. He sniffed, and then as they watched he cocked his leg and peed straight up the side of the trunk.

With a huff Jamie grinned, his arms folded as he leaned against the door frame, his father doing the same slightly higher up. “Still the pee tree…Dad.” “Still the Pee tree.” Steve nodded, agreeing. Katie snorted at the ridiculous similarity between the two and shook her head slightly as she held Harry on her hip. “What do you think pal?”

Harry laughed and clapped his hand “pee”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek and her attention turned to Steve who gave her a wink.

“You’re still an ass hole.” she said to him.

“Language.” he shot back, as he moved over to where she was stood and whispered into her hear. “Make it up to you later pretty girl.”

“I love him already!” Rori giggled and Jamie looked up at his mum, his eyes so like his fathers locked onto hers and he smiled.

“Love you momma.”

And if Steve hadn’t already won her over with his loaded promise a few moments ago, that would have done it there and then.

There was a lot of excitement over the new addition to the Rogers household, but eventually later that night they managed to get the 3 kids into bed, Jamie leaving his bedroom door open so that Stark could find where he felt more comfortable to sleep.

When they were heading to bed, Katie took a shower in the en-suite, and as she turned the water off she could hear Steve talking to someone or something. Assuming he was on the phone to Emmy, which wasn’t uncommon last thing at night she opened the door and stopped dead. Stark was nestled next to Steve on the bed, his nose tucked under Steve’s as the super-soldier gently held the pup like he was one of their kids, softly cooing at him.

She gave a cough and he looked up at her sheepishly, shrugging.

“What can I say?” he smiled, raising an eyebrow “I have a thing for Starks…”

N.B. Yes, the dog I had in my mind was Dodger, and I’m doing this shamelessly so that I can use photos of him and Chris because I’m a thirsty ho…

@the-omni-princess @momobaby227 @geekofmanythings16 @angelofhell-666 @thewackywriter @marvelfansworld @cobalt-gear @asgardlover75 @jennmurawski13 @jtargaryen18 @saiyanprincessswanie @navispalace @patzammit @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @icanfeelastormbrewing @djeniiscorner @ayamenimthiriel @coldmuffinbanditshoe @disneylovingal @madzmilllz @sgtjaamesbaarnes @official-and-unstable-satan @jhayes6984 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

#stark spangled forever #stark spangled banner #steve rogers #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers x original female character #katie stark #marvel #marvel fanfiction #mcu #mcu fanfiction

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stardewtales · 6 years ago

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You should write more about that first part of those headcanons 💚

anon i literally thought you were riley because she asked me to do the exact same thing .2 seconds after she read them y’all are kindred spirits i swear

but anyways I hope you like this!! one tall glass of shane juice just for ya babes. putting a cut because this got hella long. chug that spicy fluff ladies x

It’s the end of autumn, and Marnie has asked Shane to look over Jas for the night. Jas is absolutely elated.

“Sleepover! Sleepover! Sleepover!” she chants, jumping up and down on the couch.

Shane chuckles, bringing out plates of pizza slices for them into the living room.

“It’s not a sleepover if we already live together, squirt,” he teases her.

Jas pouts at him. “Yes it is!” she insists.

He huffs. “Fine, you know what, if you want this to be a sleepover, let’s make it one. Just please don’t tell aunt Marnie I heated up pizza instead of the soup she left for us.”

Jas giggles. “Promise I won’t tell,” she tries to wink but just ends up blinking. “Pinky swear!” she adds, holding out her pinky and waving it at him.

Shane easily grabs her pinky with his. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says with a faked seriousness.

He pops in the movie into the player, some animated film about dancing sister princesses. If he didn’t go to Jas’s room regularly, he wouldn’t remember the last time he saw so much pink. He doesn’t mind, though; Jas is delighted, which is all that matters.

They finish their pizza pretty quickly, and Jas nestles into his side on the couch. He puts his arm around her, a swell of pride burgeoning inside. She’s so tiny, her breaths so small. He forgets sometimes.

They are halfway through the movie when someone knocks at the door.

“Who is it?” Jas asks, looking up at him.

“I don’t know,” he answers, frowning as he checks the time. “Don’t worry, I’m going to go check and be right back. You can tell me what I missed when I get back,” he ruffles the top of her head.

She giggles, before focusing back on the movie. He gets up with a grunt, stretching out. His steps are lazy as he makes his way to the door. The knocks come again.

“Yeah, yeah, coming,” he mutters.

He swings the door open, and is shocked to see you there.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asks, confused.

You take a second to answer, blinking at him. “Why hello Shane, good to see you too,” you grimace.

He sighs and scratches his cheek, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. I, uh, nice to see you. But why am I seeing you, exactly? Weren’t you… mad at me?”

“You weren’t at the Stardrop,” you say, shifting on your feet, avoiding his gaze. “I was worried you might be sick or… something. You can be a rude ass when you put your mind to it, but that doesn’t mean I want you to perish, you know.”

His neck burns with heat at that. He’s still ashamed you had to find him like that by the cliffs, this summer. But you should know he’s doing better by now, shouldn’t you? It’s all because of you, after all. No matter how often he snaps at you, which he only does because he’s freaking out. Freaking out about how fast you make his heart beat and how great your hair smells when you hug him and how he’s still just waiting for the other shoe to drop when you decide you’ve had enough of his friendship.

“I’m babysitting Jas,” he explains, clearing his throat. “Marnie’s off boning the Mayor tonight,” he adds in a whisper so Jas won’t have a chance of hearing.

Your eyes grow wide and he sees you stifle a burst of laughter, biting the inside of your cheek. He… he likes when you do that. Couldn’t say why. He just likes it.

“There’s, uh, leftover pizza if you want to hang out a bit,” he offers. He really hopes you’ll stay; you’ve been so busy preparing for the winter, he’s barely seen you this week. And, there’s been the whole mad at him thing, because he called you overbearing and fussy for telling him to ease up on the drinking last Friday night.

You seem to hesitate, looking out towards the path that leads to your farm. “I need to wake up early tomorrow,” you start, and he deflates, “but I guess a slice of pizza can’t hurt.”

“Oh,” he says, not having expected that. “That’s, erm, cool. Jas is gonna be really happy to see you, too.”

“And you won’t?” you ask with a smirk, stepping inside.

He feels his cheeks burn. You make him blush so easily, it’s horrible.

“Jury’s still out on that,” he teases, hiding his fluster.

You glare at him as you kick off your boots, but he knows you don’t mean it.

“Jas?” you call out, heading for the living room.

He follows behind you. He can’t help his eyes dropping to eye the sway of your hips as you walk, and flushes once more as he forces himself to look away. Get a grip, man, he chastises himself.

He hears Jas gasps as she tumbles off the couch. “You’re here!! Are you here for the sleepover?” she exclaims, running to hug your legs, and you almost topple, but you keep your balance and laugh as you pet her hair affectionately.

“Hey baby girl,” you smile down at her. “If you’ll have me, I’d be really glad to join your sleepover, yeah.”

“Don’t be silly,” Jas giggles. “Of course you can be in the sleepover.”

Shane can’t help but chuckle at the whole thing. He can’t believe he’s lucky enough to have the two best girls in the world with him for the evening.

You get yourself some of the pizza, and Jas sums up the beginning of the movie for you, sat between you and him. Shane can’t help his eyes drifting to you every so often. At some point, he watches you bite into the slice, heat creeping up his neck when you swallow and lick your lips. You catch him looking, and he feels himself reddens harder, but you don’t seem to notice.

“Want some?” you simply hold out the slice to him.

“Uh, no,” he gulps. “I’m fine, thanks.”

You shrug, and he focuses on the screen. As soon as you set the plate down, Jas looks at you with expectant eyes.

“Can I braid your hair? Please?” she asks you.

“Well,” you smile, “It wouldn’t really be a sleepover if I said no, uh?”

Jas is ecstatic as you slide down to sit on the floor in front of where she sits on the couch. She takes up to braiding sections of your hair as she hums along to the songs in the movie, wildly out of time. Shane lets out a laugh when you start to dance along moving your shoulders as much as you can while still allowing for Jas to keep working on your hair.

“What?” you turn around with an exaggerated indignant expression.

Jas inhales loudly, before turning to him as well. “Yeah, what, uncle Shane?” she mimics.

He only laughs harder, pulling Jas to him. She squeals as he kisses the top of her head, and he catches you smiling softly at him and Jas. It creates a knot in the pit of his stomach.

“You look ridiculous,” he teases you, gesturing to the uneven braids.

Jas gasps. “No she looks pretty!” she argues.

“See, Jas knows what she’s talking about,” you stick your tongue out at him.

Jas is squinting at him. “Say she looks pretty,” she orders him.

His mouth dries up. You’ve suddenly taken to watching the movie very intently. Jas tugs on his sleeve, insistent.

“Okay, okay,” he gives in, swatting her away. “She’s… she’s pretty. There, happy?”

She gives him a toothy grin. “Really pretty?”

His breath strangles. “The prettiest,” he mutters, and you choke on the cold popcorn you’re munching on, startling him. “That good enough for you?” he asks his niece.

She nods vigorously, before settling back down behind you. As the movie goes on, she starts to yawn more and more often. By the end of it, she’s rubbing her eyes, struggling to keep them open. She barely puts up a fight when he tells her it’s time to brush her teeth and get to bed. He feels a warm rush when she hugs you goodnight and you plant a kiss on her cheek. You’d just fit so well into his life, he knows it. You already do.

He’s tucking her in when she asks him the question she’s asked him five or six times already.

“Uncle Shane?” she asks, voice sleepy.

“Hmm?”

“Why isn’t she your girlfriend?”

He sighs deeply.

“She is, squirt, she’s a girl who is a friend,” he replies.

Jas pouts. “Do you love her?”

“I…” he hesitates. “I do. Like I love you and aunt Marnie. That doesn’t mean I want aunt Marnie to be my girlfriend, now does it?”

She crinkles up her nose. “Gross.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, got that right. Sleep tight, baby girl. Sweet dreams,” he kisses her forehead.

“Night night,” she yawns, clutching the covers.

He’s as silent as he can be as he shuts her door and walks back to the living room. He finds you picking at your nails on the couch.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey.”

You seem about to say something as you look towards the door. He speaks up first; he doesn’t want you to go, not yet.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a palette cleanser after all that glitter.”

You chuckle. “Won’t we wake Jas if we put on another movie?”

“I have a TV in my room,” he offers, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Oh, right,” you nod. “Yeah, okay, sure.”

He exhales in relief when you get up to follow him to his room, before the nerves kick in. It’s not like you haven’t been in his room before. It’s just that every other time, Marnie was around, and it wasn’t past nightfall.

You shiver as you walk into his room with him. “Your room is freezing, man,” you say, rubbing your arms.

“It’s not even that cold,” he rolls his eyes.

He crouches in front of the TV to put in a movie, and he hears his bed creak behind him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, shocked when he turns around to see you settling down on the bed, back against the wall. “There’s a couch over there.”

You eye the couch briefly. “I’m not sitting down on your ratty couch, pal. Last time I did my jeans smelled like beer for a week.”

He flushes a deep red. “Fine,” he grumbles. “What movie do you want to watch anyways?”

You shrug. “I don’t mind. Your pick. Just make it good,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes. “Sure, no pressure then.”

He goes for an old favourite of his, pops it in before walking up to the bed, but he hesitates. You pat the place beside you, smirking, and he clumsily climbs up beside you, making sure to leave some distance. When the opening credits begin, you laugh incredulously.

“Are you kidding me right now?” you ask. “That one, really?

“What? It’s a classic!”

“It’s the cheesiest action movie ever made, is what it is,” you laugh.

“Be quiet,” he shoves you, and you only laugh harder.

You’re twenty minutes into the movie when he notices you looking around the room.

“Need anything?” he asks you.

You rub your arm. “Do you have a blanket or something? I’m a bit cold, but I’ll manage if you don’t.”

He scans the room as well, before remembering the throw he keeps for colder nights is in the laundry.

“Shit, sorry I don’t really have anything to offer you,” he says, contrite.

“That’s okay,” you wave it off.

Some more time passes before you shiver again.

“Boy you’re really cold aren’t you?” he notes. He wanted to sound like he was teasing you, but what ends up coming out is just soft. Too soft.

The embarrassed smile you offer him has him weak.

“Do you… do you mind if I come closer?” you whisper, staring ahead at the TV.

His blood runs cold. “Do I mind if..?” he trails off, only able to echo your question.

You don’t leave him much time before you scoot against him, pressing against his side. The way you exhale, leaning your head down on his shoulder, isn’t too far off from a sigh, and his heart jumps in his ribcage. Your legs are folded, resting on his lap.

“Oh,” he says. “Okay, uhm, here, I’ll just put my… arm around you,” he struggles to say, before doing so. “Like this…How’s this?”

“Better,” you hum.

He nods. “That’s good,” he murmurs.

He can’t remember the last time he’s been this nervous. Thank goodness for the darkness, because he knows that hearing you breathe like this, so very close, it has him flushing a dark red.

“Your shoulders are really comfy,” you say, shifting your head a bit.

He can only swallow. When the big love scene comes on, the two of you are still as rocks. He can hear the way your breath grows a bit shallow. It’s almost the end of the movie when you reach a hand forward, dragging on his stomach, to grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“What are you…?” he asks hastily, heart skipping a beat. He becomes very self-conscious of the softness of his abdomen. He doesn’t see how you won’t notice it.

He hears you gulp, notices how you retreat your hand slightly. You still won’t look at him. “Would you rather I don’t?”

“No,” he sputters hastily, instinctively clutching your hand tighter. “I mean, I,” and he relaxes his grasp a bit, “I’m okay with it.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

For the rest of the movie, he can’t seem to focus. Having you curled up against him like this, it’s something out of his wildest dreams. He can’t piece together what it means, doesn’t understand what can possibly be going through your mind. He startles every time you shift in the slightest, every time you inhale a bit deeper or your breath hitches from following the action on screen. The top of your head is tantalizing; he wants to stroke it, to lean down and kiss it so you’ll finally know. He can’t bring himself to do it.

He grabs the remote and shuts off the TV when the credits start to roll. You don’t move. He tries to look down, but he can’t see your face, only the top of your head still.

“I’m sorry I was such a dick the other day,” he ends up saying. “I… I never mean it, when I snap at you.”

“I know,” you answer, and your voice is a low hum, so pleasant. “Why does it keep happening, though? If I annoy you, you can tell me before I reach your limit, you know.”

“No, it,” he pauses, struggling to find the words, “It has nothing to do with you. Or at least, it’s not your fault.”

He’s sure you’re frowning, despite being unable to see. “What is it, then?”

He exhales shakily. “Sometimes… sometimes I worry too much and I forget how to act. I get so fucking scared of losing you. You’re the only person who likes… gets me. As I am.”

You finally tilt your head to look up at him, and he’s short for breath. You’re so close. “I’m not going anywhere, Shane,” you tell him, squeezing his fingers. Usually, there’s always something teasing in your tone, even if it’s just underlying. But the way you say this… the way your eyes are so soft as you peer up at him, it’s gentle in a whole new way. Tender. “I don’t want to lose you either,” your eyes shut painfully. “I wish you’d stop pushing me away.”

Your eyes flutter back open. He doesn’t know what to say. You let go of his hand, and he lets it go reluctantly. And then you bring it up to his chest, and he gulps when his breath catches.

He doesn’t know how much time passes as you just look at each other like this, anxious. And then something shifts, something you both can feel but couldn’t pinpoint. Your mouths meet each other halfway, him leaning down, you tilting up, so tentative and slow. Your eyes flutter shut. At first, his lips barely graze yours. But then they do again, and your lips draw his in definitively this time. He overwhelmed by how loudly you exhale through your nose; it sounds like somehow you’ve just might’ve been holding out for this just as much as he has.

His head spins when you pull apart. “Woah,” is the only sound he can muster, filled with quiet wonder.

You huff the quietest of laughs.

“Can we, uh,” he swallows, “do that again?”

He expects you to to tease him for that, to give him that mocking smile of yours that seems to come so easily. Instead, you just nod, sitting up, your hand pressing further into his chest for purchase as you go back to kiss him again.

This time he’s ready. There’s more conviction to the way his mouth captures yours, more yearning. You make a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper, ringing so loud in the silence of the room. His arms wrap around you tighter. He doesn’t want to let go, ever. The abandon with which you kiss him has him reeling. He almost whines when you pull away.

“Let me stay here tonight,” you breathe. “I know you. If you don’t wake up with me beside you tomorrow morning, if I don’t hold you as soon as you open your eyes, you’ll convince yourself this isn’t real.”

He can hear blood thrumming in his head. You place a gentle kiss on his lips to drive your point home, before pulling back and holding his gaze.

“Nothing has to happen,” you add, blushing, and fuck, it’s adorable. “Nothing will happen. I just want to… be with you.”

“But,” he scrambles, “where do we go from here? I just… I don’t know how to do this. I didn’t think I’d get to.”

You smile gently and stroke the stubble on his cheek. He feels like he’s meeting a whole new you. There’s affection pouring from every touch. He’s never been touched like that, not really.

“We’ll figure that out in the morning,” you tell him.

You kiss him again, sweet as ripe fruit. His hunger for it hasn’t been sated yet. He wants you to feel how hard he wants you, every last part of you. It’s not a physical desire. Well, it’s part of it, and he knows he needs to stop before too much blood rushes down below, but mostly he wants you in an all-encompassing way.

He wants to spend evenings cuddled up with you by a fire as the wind rustles the pines. He wants to hear you say his name the way you do when you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him again and again. He wants to go to the beach at dawn with you for no reason, which is stupid he knows because he hates waking up early. He wants to be inside of you as the birds chirp in the morning and you still have pillow creases on your face.

“Stay,” he nods, breathing deeply when he pulls away. “Stay, and, and sleep in my arms. You’re right, you’re always right. I need…” he pauses, “I need you to stay.”

You kiss his jaw, and his eyes flutter shut. “I know. And I… I need it too. I need you too.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley shane #stardew valley headcanons #sdv shane #shane x farmer #sdv shane fluff #sdv bachelors

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agdistis-sanctified · 5 years ago

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Hey pal I got a question for your brain to swim in SO If Deadpool were a mythical creature what would he be? (Besides a unicorn of course) I was thinking a hydra cause ya know it fits in with the voices in my head n’regeneration stuff

Hydra is a really good one and I love that application for the heads! Good thinking. 👌

Going a little more obscure, there’s maybe the squonk (which isolates itself because it feels ugly) and the leucrocotta (basically an exaggerated killer hyena that can mimic human voices), but I don’t know because there are sooo many options that could be interesting. This is my favorite question type because MYTHICAL CREATURES and also hard to answer because I want at least 100 different mythical creature AUs that tackle different angles. Shorter answer than usual literally because if I started I just wouldn’t stop

#ANOTHER GREAT QUESTION ANON #Ily #Also anyone feel free to add onto this because there's a lot to say!!#So much potential here #Deadpool #Response #Mine #Anonymous #Wade Wilson #Marvel #Mythology #Hydra #Leucrocotta #Squonk

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thedeadwritinggod · 5 years ago

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Heartbreak Hotel

Part 2 yes there’s more

Warning: Hints toward Cursing/Cussing, Suicide, Self harm, abusive relationships, Polyamory(idk if there’s a need for this one tbh-) but ye a h- Hope you enjoy!

‘Hey-do we have to sleep?’

‘Course not. We’re dead! Why?’

‘The suns coming up.’

‘Really?!’ She braced herself against the pool floor and pushes up, swimming till she reaches the top. He follows her.

They breach the surface and she shakes off some water, seeing the sunrise, pinks, oranges, red and yellows bathing the pool and by proxy their faces.

“Hehe! I’ve never seen the sunrise before,”

“Me neither, it’s....beautiful” Kasper chuckles

“Indigo! New kid!” They both turned toward the voice, belonging to a women with straight black hair. “Others do use this pool you know.” She hisses and the two clamber up and out of the pool, laughing. “Sorry Mrs.Choi!” The women rolls her eyes, tossing a towel onto a pool chair.

“Thanks for the long talk Kasper. I think I needed it.” Skylar chuckles as the walk back into the lobby.

“3rd floor common room if you wanna find me a bit later-“ she mentions walking off toward the main building.

Skylar does in fact head up to floor three, she heads to the lobby, pulls up her chair, opens the window and waits. For a couple hours in fact until-“Skylar!!” Kara beams from the ground level.

“No Annie or Ben?”

“Sleeping! They’ll be by later!”

“Cool.”

“So...?”

“So?”

“Are you gonna come out with us today?!”

“Depends what you’re doing.”

“Well Annie wants to go dancing at this club that lights your body up but I’d be okay with just a walk with them!”

Skylar sighs under her breath “When?”

“Five-ish...I think?”

Time is weird when you’re dead- “You better come this time! Everybody misses you.” Kara smiles before turning to walk home.

Kara’s always been....”funny”.

“Hey.”

She turns and he’s there. “Hey....you actually came to see me?”

“...yeah? I mean I don’t think it’s normal to be able to talk to someone literally all night.”

“Yeah...haven’t done that in ever.” She shrugs.

.......

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“Gaming room?”

“Sure.”

“My Giant vacuum!” Skylar yells, beaming and clutching onto...well a giant vacuum.

“Why-what game even?-“

“Luigi’s mansion! This thing only released in Japan!”

“.....why do you know that?”

“I’m like partly Japanese- now lemme polter gust some ghosts!”

“Okay okay-“

She slams her fist on the start button and the game actually starts.....actually that makes sense money means nothing when you die-

“Hey- You’re kinda dying there ghosty-“

‘Oh shit-‘

She laughs, smiling as they play and his heart does something odd-like he can actually hear it in his ears.

He just mimics what she does since the game is in Japanese and um....this 20 year old from Washington state does n o t know Japanese.

“W-wait wait-“ “Game over!” The game announcer says, causing a snort from his side.

“You do not get to laugh you actually understand the directions-“

“Okay true but- Ah!” She yelps turning the vacuum suddenly but all in vain- “Damnittttt” she whines, making him chuckle quietly.

“Hey! Stop it!” She sticks her tongue out, shoving him back. Thanks to that she’s now behind. Great “Thanks ghosty.” She groans, blowing a raspberry and re-aiming the water gun for the clowns mouth.

“Ski ball! Ski ball! Ski ball!” They chant, Kasper marching around like a toy soldier with Skylar on his shoulders, throwing her arms up as they move.

“I am the Mole Guardian! Guardian of the Moles!”

“The Hammer quivers before her!”

“FUCK OFF-“

“.......why’re you two yelling at the wack a’mole machine?” Crystals asks from the door way, staring at the two from the game room’s entrance.

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“Because we can?”

“I mean we did-“

“Whatever-Skylar your friends are outside waiting for you.” She rolls her eyes, shrugging and walking off.

“Has it really been that long?” Skylar blinks

“Yeah I guess....”

“Wanna come with Kasper?”

“Eh, Sure why not?”

“Awesome! Come on!” She grabs onto his hand, pulling him up and out of the room-out to the main lobby and out the door.

A chorus of greetings met them both- “That’s Star and Vi- together.” The two squeeze their joined hands, glancing at each other lovingly “Then that’s Ben-“ he waves gently “That’s Annie-“ she smiles brightly and waves vigorously “and that’s Kara.” They give a small wave “That’s all one relationship” Skylar waves her hand, gesturing to the three of them.

“Wow-“ Kasper states a bit flatly. Not exactly sure what to say

“Guys, gals and my couple non-binary pals-this is Kasper, who I call Ghosty since-movie references.” Skylar smiles at him as he waves- “What pronouns for you kid?” Star asks kindly

“Um-They/them right now? He/Him sometimes it kinda switches around.” They chuckle awkwardly

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“You could’ve corrected me the passed like four hours ya know-“

“You never used my pronouns, actually.” Kasper shrugs.

“I...didn’t?” Skylar blinks

Kasper shakes their head.

“Nice, but tell me next time-“

“I will.”

“You two-Hoodies are not clothes for the club.” Annie remarks, looking them up and down.

“What-“ unified confused as expected.

“Bennie you deal with Kasper, I’m dealing with Skylar.” Annie states, dragging Skylar by the hood back toward the hotel.

“Ann-Annie- You can’t-“ Annie yelps-being repelled by the barrier. “I tried to tell you.” Skylar sighs

“...let us in?” Annie asks with a hopeful smile

“um how do we-?” Kasper starts- Skylar stands up straight-subsequently dragging Annie with her “Knock on wood Ghosty” she throws Kasper a smile as she knocks on......the air. Which ripples. With red.

“Skylar. What was that-“

“If you didn’t die Heartbroken- one of us has to let them in. It is called the heartbreak hotel after all.”

So yeah Ben and Annie drag the two up to their rooms-they don’t really drag them, more the two lead them- and Kasper and Ben are done pretty quickly Annie and Skylar on the other hand....

“Annie! Too much!”

“Skyyyy come on you have to show some skin- the lights!”

“Not. This.”

“Not even with a jacket?”

“No.”

Annie huffs “Fine. You’re not getting a full shirt though.”

“Okay! Just give me like-a sleeve.” She exaggerates, rolling her eyes as well as crossing her arms under her chest.

“You do know those shirts exist right?” Annie gives a devil’s smirk

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“Oh shit-“

“How’s this?”

“...this ones okay actually...”

She turns in the mirror- Skinny Jeans, A cropped, one sleeve shirt and some wedges.

“Told you the color would look good.” Light colors on a dark-ish skin tone do tend to look good.

Skylar sighs “Lets go.”

“Come on, come on, come on! This place rocks! The lights are amazing!” Annie beams, speeding ahead-how she’s doing that in heels no body is sure.

“Annie-You um- you walked past it-“

“Oh.” Annie goes stiff, then turns on her heel and going back toward them.

“In! Now now now!” She exclaims, ushering them all inside and oh....oh she was right.

Little irregular rings and dots of color appear along their skin, hair, clothes, even eyes and shoes- every color you could possibly ever imagine. Stamped onto their skin and could be seen at a glance.

Of course they gasp and they stare, they compare and contrast the colors across their bodies and clothes- where Annie had red, Ben would have green and Skylar would have purple and Star would have yellow and on and on and on and on!

The music pounds and pulses, making everything jump and bounce with it-even the colors on their skin!

“Let’s dance!” Star and Annie cheer!

// @the-lavender-creator @vexus16star

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angstytieflingbard · 5 years ago

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Platonic THB x Child!Paladin!Reader

Request: “[Taz anon] Could I request a Knight reader who everyone thinks is an adult, but one day they aren't wearing their armour and then they realize its a 14 year old human. They go from "oh cool a knight" to "who let this child here, they are a baby-". Then they prove that they aren't a child and in fact a knight under the protection of a god, by saving the main three. Just, More of the main three being dads Tbh. This time to an actual danger kid! Thank you for your time! (:”

Summary: You were, as far as you were concerned, one of the best paladins of your order, even despite your age. Unfortunately your friends and coworkers aren’t as confident in your abilities. Of course, this only fuels your drive to prove yourself, with nothing more than your warhammer, your armor, and your faith.

Warnings: Semi-Graphic depictions of Canon-Typical Violence, sort of.

A/N: Hey y’all! I’m so sorry this took a bit, I’m not gonna lie this was a bit of a rough one for me. I hope you like it though! Also, as a side note, the Paladin!Reader in this worships Bahamut, the dragon god of Law. His ideal so to speak is “Justice tempered with mercy, and punishment with forgiveness.” Anyway, as usual, if you’re reading this, and you like it or want to send me request either for TAZ or one of my other fandoms, shoot me an ask! My request rules/fandoms are in my bio. I hope you enjoy!

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The battle had been going pretty well, you thought. Most of your opponents were already dead, or at least out cold, and you were taking care of the remaining relatively easily. Unfortunately, as you were focused on one of the last gerblins in the cave, one you hadn’t noticed snuck up behind and struck you on the head with what felt like a club, knocking your helmet off as you hit the ground.

As you fell, you heard a shout, and in the blur of your vision you saw a large shape come barreling into view and take on the gerblins who’d brought you down in the first place. The battle was over shortly after, and you groaned as a cool, glowing hand pressed gently to your forehead, curing your wound and taking most of the pain and dizziness with it.

“Why didn’t you ever tell us you were a kid?” Magnus asked you. You were still on the ground, somewhat dazed as you sat amongst the remaining carnage of the battlefield, your helmet lying abandoned a few feet away where it had been knocked from straight off your head. You frowned at his question, defensive.

“It didn’t matter.” Was all you said, already gearing up to argue. Magnus narrowed his eyes at your tone, and Taako stepped in, helping you up off the ground.

“Magnus just means that he’s surprised. I mean, it’s not like a lot of kids can fight, you know?” Taako said, trying to ease the tension.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re a baby with a warhammer basically!” Merle added, and you sighed, detaching yourself from Taako to pick up your helmet and hammer, brushing the dirt off the helmet before returning it to your head.

“How did you even learn to fight?” Magnus asked you. You shrugged.

“I started training in the Order of Bahamut when I was really little. I just got good fast, is all.” You explained, ignoring the looks they gave each other.

“C’mon, we should get going.” You suggested, and the rest of the group hesitantly agreed, deciding to save the conversation for another time.

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As it turned out, the time for more conversation never came, and instead they attempted to coddle you as sneakily as possible. Long after you joined the Bureau, they’d still keep you back or at the very least keep you out of fights, despite how you’d proven yourself even before they knew that you were a child.

The breaking point came at candlenights, when the emergency at Lucas’ lab occurred. You, after some convincing, managed to get onto the small team of regulators going ahead of the boys to the lab, along with Carey, Killian, and Boyland. You were practically vibrating in your seat the whole way there, excited to be on the field for once. To your surprise, you didn’t feel as vulnerable as you thought you would without your plated armor, though you could attribute that to knowing that the protective suit you had donned was designed to mimic heavy armor in its protectiveness and mobility, so you were certainly safer in it than your normal attire in the lab.

You and the other regulators had little difficulty with the crystal monstrosities themselves. No, it wasn’t the monsters that got you in the end, but carelessness, Boyland dying a fair ways into the mission when he took his helmet off to smoke by a window, and a stray piece of crystal from a felled monster hit his skin, turning him and the rest of the room into the same shimmering tourmaline you’d seen all over the lab so far.

You said a prayer for him, asking Bahamut to treat his soul mercifully. Carey and Killian took a moment to breathe as you said your prayer, though they tried not to dwell on Boyland. You had a mission, and so you continued.

You managed to find the boys just in time to see Merle’s crystallized arm being chopped off by a concerningly cheerful Magnus. You gasped, and Carey and Killian quickly pushed past you to start yelling.

“Yo, what the fuck! We leave you alone for like, five minutes, and you decide to chop Merle’s arm off?” Killian asked incredulously as Magnus sputtered for an explanation. Taako was no help, being that he was rolling on the floor, laughing to the point of tears. It was a robot who intervened, actually, somewhat small and floating with the use of what looked like miniature jets. The robot, Noel, as you learned, explained the situation, and you sighed as you moved to Merle’s side. They’d stopped the bleeding as fast as possible, but the old dwarf looked to be in a lot of pain, understandably.

“How ‘ya feeling, Merle?” You asked quietly. He looked up at you in surprise, as though just noticing you.

“(Y/N)? Why are you here?” He asked, confusion pushing past the pain for a moment. You simply shushed him, and put a hand up to the stump that used to be his arm. You took a moment to focus your energy, and poured it into one of the most useful paladin skills you’d ever learned; ‘Lay On Hands.’ Merle sighed, feeling some of the pain recede.

“It can’t heal it in any meaningful way,” You explained softly, “But it’s basically paladin first aid. It’ll keep you moving until we get you somewhere you can actually be treated.” Merle sniffled in a way you knew was exaggerated.

“Thanks, kid. You’re a real pal.” He told you, and you chuckled.

“Thank me by not dying, old man.” You said, standing up. You took a glance over the now somewhat calmed scene around you, and met Taako’s gaze as he stared you down in no small amount of concern.

“You good?” He asked you as you approached.

“I’m fine. Practically unscathed, actually. Boyland got caught by a crystal when he took a smoke break, though.” You told him quietly. He nodded somberly, then gave you a small smile.

“I’m glad you’re doing good. We should probably get the rest of those lazies moving, huh kiddo?” You laughed softly and nodded, giving him a hand up from his place on the floor, and got back to work.

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“This is hell!” You called to your comrades.

“Language, kid!” Magnus called back, right before swinging his axe straight into a robots head. You scoffed, smashing some amalgamate robot-crystal monster with your hammer.

“You let Angus curse, dad.” You argued, and he laughed.

“Maybe focus on the battle, please?” Killian shouted. She pushed an enemy away from her, unfortunately making it crash right into Taako, who stumbled into another with a yelp. You groaned and dashed forward, your hammer connecting with one of the robots on Taako with a clang that made both you and the wizard wince, but thankfully knocked it off.

“Thanks!” Taako exclaimed, and you nodded, pushing past a newly stabilized Taako to bring your hammer up into a block. The robots arm came down hard, and you felt the handle of your hammer crack under the force. You growled, trying to resist as it pushed against you. You heard Taako frantically readying a spell behind you, and you sucked in a breath, getting ready to try and pull back out of the way for him.

However, before either of you could do that, you felt a strange power fill you, starting from where you still gripped the warhammer tightly, and spreading throughout your body rapidly. For a moment, you felt strong, strong enough to fully push the robot back, pull the hammer back, and then swing it hard into the robots head. It crumpled, and you turned to Taako, who stared at you in shock, magic missiles still swirling around the tip of his umbrella, ready to fire.

“What?” You asked, perturbed by his gaze. You glanced down at the handle of your hammer, blinking as you realized the crack that the robot had caused with the force of his attack had somehow healed, no longer visible anywhere in the hardwood surface. The others were just about finished with the remaining robots, the area having cleared surprisingly quickly with all of you working together. The magic missiles dissipated from the tip of the umbrella as Taako relaxed some, focused more on you than the stragglers in the room.

“You were glowing for a second there, kid.” He told you, still a little incredulous. You looked at him in equal surprise at his words.

“I glowed?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Huh. Maybe… Maybe Bahamut decided to take pity on me.” You chuckled, resituating your hammer in your grip, a nervous habit.

“Seemed like a lot more than pity, kiddo.” You shrugged.

“I’m not gonna look a gift dragon in the mouth.” You said. You suddenly felt tired, as though whatever strength you’d been momentarily granted had sapped out the rest of your energy as it left you. Taako chuckled, and nodded sympathetically, noticing your sudden tiredness.

“Next up is whatever’s causing this, I think. Killian said y’all couldn’t stay for us taking the Grand Relic, so you should probably head back with them and Klarg’s family.” Taako told you, gently pulling you by the arm to where the others were taking a breather post-battle.

It didn’t take long for everyone to be ready to head out, the boys in the direction of the Grand Relic, and you, Carey, and Killian off to grab Klarg’s family and head back to the shuttle. You looked over your shoulder as you walked, using your hammer as a walking staff, and called out.

“Hey, make sure you kick their asses for me, yeah?”

Taako and Merle responded at the same time, both calling back “Yeah, of course kid!” At almost the exact same time. The wizard grinned at the coincidence, nudging the dwarf.

“Language, kid!” Magnus shouted, only half-joking. You laughed, some of your worry for your friends receding at their confidence.

Whatever else happened, you knew they’d come back. And for you, that was enough.

#taz #the adventure zone #taako #taako from tv #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #req #requests #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #reader insert #now its time for me to sleep for 900000000 years lmaooo

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Sienna and Colson part 2

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Once we stepped inside the club was packed. There were people everywhere I looked. The music was pumping so loud I'm surprised the windows didn’t shatter. Colson took my hand and we made our way through the crowd. There was a big winding staircase that looked as if it was made of glass. I must admit I was impressed. Though I really didn't want to be here the club was spectacular to look at. There was a bouncer at the bottom of the steps checking ID’s before he let anyone go upstairs.

“Whoa pal need to see if your names on the list here. ID please.” Babe looked as if he was offended at the bouncer questioning him. Colson patted his pockets. “Bruh I ain't got no ID. Look I'm MGK I was invited here by the owner.” The bouncer takes a step back at stares at him. “Oh, fuck my bad bro.” “Ay no worries. You're just doing your job.” They dap each other up. “Hey man after all I should've known it was you. You're the only 6’4 nigga in the spot.” He laughs.

Thank goodness there isn't as many people in the VIP as I thought there was. I noticed there was a small crowd of about 25 people on the right side of the lounge while the left side occupied a bar and a few tables. “Ayy Colson get your ass over here man. We've been waiting on you.” A man from the crowd yelled. Colson nodded back and we paced forward. “What the fuck is up Kells? I feel like it's been a while man.” They dapped each other up. “Oh shit man same ol same ol but hey I'm here.” The man nodded and looked at me. “Who’s this beauty you have with you?” I smiled and reached out my hand to shake his. “This is my girl Sienna.” He took my hand and kissed it. “Pleasure meeting you. I'm Marco. I worked with Kells on a few albums. Look I'm sorry to pull you away from a romantic evening but this is the grand opening of my club and I just had to have this fool here to bring some life to the joint. I hope you're not upset.” I grin. “Oh no not at all.” I lie. “This is a special night for you Marco. Grand openings only happen once.” Of course I couldn't tell Marco how I really felt. As upset as I was with Colson I would never seek to publicly embarrass him in from of his friends.

As soon as we sit down amongst the group of people, I see all types of different alcohols on the table, a few beers, tonic waters, shot glasses, ice buckets with champagne bottles. “Babe you want some champagne? Like you said, ‘Grand openings only happen once.’” He mimics my voice and laughs. I roll my eyes. “Oh shut up Colson. I was just being nice and yes I do want some.” He pours some into a wine glass almost overflowing it. “Damn Colson not that much. I don't need all that.” He smiles. I know that smile too well. He's up to something I just can't figure out what exactly.

Colson must have said hi to a dozen people so far. The lounge is starting to become more and more crowded. I sat back and nurse my drink and just watch my baby do his thing. I never wanted to be one of those overbearing girlfriends to anyone and especially not Colson considering the type of lifestyle he lives this just comes along with the territory. I’ve accepted it. Even when the ladies that come up to our area, speak to him and give him a hug I don't trip about it. I completely understand, hell I'd fan girl too.

After taking pictures with the group of girls Colson sits back down on the couch and lights up a joint. “You okay baby?” He glances over at me. I nod. He looks at my wine glass noticing it’s almost empty. “Hey, you want to do a shot together?” I'm already loaded but hey you only live once right. “Um okay.” He blows the weed smoke over my head and picks up the two shot glasses. “I'm thinking tequila but what do you want babe.” I look down at the array of liquor on the table in front of us. I guess I had taken so long to answer that he had already had the two shots poured and ready to go. He picked them up and handed the glass to me. “Okay sexy lady on three. One...two...three.” I downed my shot. Lord this has got to be the strongest drink I've had so far tonight.

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Sienna awakes several hours later to the sound of birds chirping and a television going on in my background. Her head is pounding. She opens her eyes and looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings not exactly sure where she is. “This can’t be the hotel room.” She thought. “Where the fuck am I? Where is Colson?” Her mind starts to race. She sits up slowly off the bed. “Fuck. My head is pounding.” She looks around the room. Her purse is hanging on the door knob. Her phone is on the nightstand next to a bottle of water. She stands up to try and retrieve it when she hears the faucet running in the bathroom next to her. She calls out “Colson babe is that you?” He finishes washing his hands and opens the door with a huge grin on his face. Sienna takes a sigh of relief.

“Why are you smiling like that? And where the hell are we?!” Sienna grabs the water off the nightstand and sits back down on the bed. Colson starts laughing and lays down next to her. “So you really don't remember last night at all?” He asked. She opens the water bottle and takes a sip. “Yes! I remember. We went to the club um we saw..what's his name..Marco. I had a drink and I meet that girl Jade. Right. Right?” Colson answered. “That’s kinda right.” Sienna just starred. “What do you mean ‘kinda right’?” “Well yeah we did all that, but something happened.” “You're damn right something did happen. We never made it to the restaurant Colson.” Sienna said flatly. “Hey don't blame that shit on me. I tried to get you to go but you insisted we stay.” She took another sip of her water.

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn't even want to go to that club in the first place.” Colson lit up the joint that was tucked behind his ear. “Wow you really don't remember anything.” Sienna touched her head. “Fuck, my head. Well I don't know how we ended up here.” Sienna looked down and saw she was dressed in a long silk nightgown. “And what the hell do I have on and where are my clothes?” Sienna was beginning to feel like she was losing her mind. She didn't remember taking off her clothes nor did she remember putting on some silk gown. So what the fuck. Colson sat up and handed her two pills off the nightstand. “For the headache.” “Thanks babe.” She swallowed them down with the water. “Let's go and get some lunch and then I'll explain everything. You don't yell at me when I get you food.”

I got dressed as quick as my headache would allow. I needed food asap and babe was right when he buys me food I be so sweet and nice to him, besides I'm owed this. We never made it to the restaurant last night. Why on earth would I insist we stay at the club when I didn't even want to be in there in the first place it just doesn't make sense. The pain pills did start to ease my head soon after I took them. I tried to remember any detail that would piece last night together but I couldn't.

We drove to the restaurant in silence not because I was upset with him but because no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't figure out what in the hell happened last night and I just hoped I didn't embarrass my baby. We preferred to keep things low key and wanted to stay out of TMZ headlines. I have no desire to be on display like some zoo animal and Colson already goes through enough with the press. I didn't want to add to his worries.

He requested that we sit somewhere private and quiet, he knew I had a headache and wanted me to be as comfortable as possible. We placed our orders and waited for our drinks to arrive. I wanted something hot so I got a cup of tea with extra lemon. Colson ordered a large iced coffee. I checked the time on my phone and saw it was eleven thirty-four. I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the phone. Dear lord I looked like I had been out all night partying. My hair was up in a ponytail my makeup was practically gone except for the liquid lipstick that held up nicely. I looked over at Colson. Even with bags under his eyes he was still looking as handsome as ever.

I snapped out of my thoughts to remind myself that he never took me out to the restaurant last night. I should be seething, shouldn't I? I turn my attention back to him. “Whose apartment were we at?” I asked “Marco’s” He said looking at me with that grin on his face. My brows furrowed. “Huh? Babe be straight with me. You've never lied to me before let's not start today.” He takes a deep breath. “It's fact. See after the club we ended up at Marco’s for the after party.” “After party? I don't understand.” He laughs. “Babe you are so cute when you're drunk.” He leans in closer to me. “And a nasty little slut for daddy.” He flicks out his tongue and smiles. Just then the waiter comes back with our drinks. “Okay I got a hot tea with extra lemon and an iced coffee.” He placed the drinks on the table. “Your order should be ready in just a few. Do you need anything else?” “No thank you.” I replied.

“Just start from the top. Last thing I remember I was talking to that girl Jade.” I opened two packs of sugar for my tea and added a lemon before stirring it. Colson took a sip of his coffee. “Okay so after we took that tequila shot Jade came and sat next to you. Y’all was talking about something and then….

*Flashback*

“I love your shoes girl those are fly fly.” Sienna looks down at the woman's shoes. She looked over at Sienna. “These old things.” She laughed. “But thanks girl. What's your name?” Sienna put her shot glass on the table. “I'm Sienna.” She held out her hand. “I'm Jade.” They greeted each other. “So Sienna who you here with?” Sienna was hesitant to answer. She didn't want to talk her personal business with a stranger.” Jade must have felt she hesitant to answer. “Girl I'm not trying to get all up in your business. Look I understand. After all it is Vegas, ya know what happens here stays here.” They both laughed. “Well I’m here with that guy in the blue shirt.” Jade pointed to the guy talking to the bartender. Sienna was too drunk to see who jade was even talking about. She just nodded in agreement.

Sienna noticed that the woman talking to her was gorgeous. She had to be a model or something. Her makeup was beat for the gods, her skin flawless, and perfect teeth to match. Even though they had just met she was taking a liking to Jade. They talked for what seemed like hours about everything under the sun. “Yeah I travel a lot for work and it's not so much because I want to but job requirements and such. I mean even tonight is a work thing.” Jade shook her head. “I’d just love to take a fucking night off but noo my boss the big baby needs me every step of the way. ‘Jade I need this Jade I need that.’ Ugh I wish I could tell him where he can stick his demands and to fuck off.”

Sienna laughed “Girl you are so funny.” Jade just smiled. “No really I've enjoyed our convo. What's your number? Not to be weird or anything like that but you seem like a really cool chick and I haven't made much friends out here in Vegas..actually any friends for that matter but I'd love for us to link up whenever I'm in town. Jade just looked at Sienna. “Wait I'm not gay or anything like that Jade. Don't get me wrong you are beautiful but I'm not trying to suck on your nipples or no crazy shit like that.” Jade continued looking at her. Sienna burst out in laughter. “Okay I'm a little tipsy and I know I probably sound crazy as fuck. Look I know we just met, and I hope I'm not imposing.” Sienna took a deep breath and thought “Way to go Sienna you just scared her off. You'll never make friends at the rate you're going.” Jade laughed and said “Girl whatever you are drinking pour me some of that shit. You are too lit right now.”

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Colson was interrupted when the waiter brought their food. “I've got a turkey sandwich on rye bread with garden vegetables.” Sienna raised her hand. “That's me.” “And I've got a cup of chicken soup with extra rice.” He put the orders down on the table along with some extra napkins. “Y’all need anything else?” He asked. “Nah we good.” Colson responded. Sienna shifted in her seat getting impatient. “Could you just get to the point?” She was on pins and needles. She needed to find out what the fuck she did last night and this fool was taking forever and a day just to get to the damn point! “Okay aight. So when I was ready to leave you were really drunk…”

*Flashback*

“Babe lets go to eat now.” Colson could tell Sienna was bent back from drinking too much. He was ready to get to the restaurant so he could keep his promise and wouldn't have to hear her bitching about it the next day. It was going on 10.30 and they had been at the club for a while and he was ready to go. He helped her up from the couch and held onto her. “Babe we’re leaving.” Sienna looked around the lounge. “But the party has just started. I've made a friend. A beautiful, kind friend. She so awesome you have to meet her.” Sienna yelled over the loud music.

“Jade! I want you to meet someone.” Jade walked over and greeted Colson. “Well well well it is a small world.” Sienna was confused. “You two know each other?” Colson spoke up. “Yeah. That's Marco’s assistant. Jade how’ve you been?” “Oh the usual. So this is the handsome man you've brought with you tonight? Ya know it's good to see you out with a cool ass chick Colson. Sienna is the sweetest.” Jade finished off the rest of the drink in her glass. “Looks like y'all are headed out. If your down Marco’s having an after party at his. It’ll just be a few close friends of ours and you know Marco considers you family Colson. I just thought I'd ask.” He was going to decline the offer, but Sienna slurred a “Yes Jade we’d love to. The night is young.” and flung her arms up in drunken bliss. Colson couldn't believe it. She didn't even want to go to the club and now she was ready to party all night.

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“I can't believe I said that. Well that’s it I'm never drinking again.” Sienna chewed on her veggies, “So we went to the afterparty or?” Colson shook his head. “Oh yeah we went alright.”

*Flashback*

When Colson and Sienna got to the apartment there were already a few familiar faces he knew. Marco. “Glad y’all decided to come. I didn't want to ask. Your girl seemed upset.” Colson shrugged. “Well she got drunk and wanted to be here. Her crazy ass.” He shook his head. Sienna and Jade were talking and dancing to the music. Sienna was just happy to have another girl to talk to and Jade was glad to not have to deal with Marco tonight.

A little while later people were starting to say their goodbyes. Everyone except Sienna and Colson. Sienna was having so much fun and wasn't ready to leave just yet. “Wow its 2 am Already time just flew.” Marco said sitting down on the sofa in his apartment. “Marco, Jade tonight was so fun. Thanks for having me.” They both nodded in agreement. “Oh no worries. We enjoyed having you all here.” Jade sat on the arm of the couch next to Sienna. Everyone was sitting down with a drink in their hand.

“Fuck man let’s roll up.” Colson sat up and pulled some rolling papers out his pants pocket. “Alright bruh be right back.” Marco got up and went into the bedroom and came out moments later with a zip lock bag of at least an ounce of weed. He poured the contents onto the coffee table. The aroma of the weed hit everybody's nostrils. “Damn gotta love dank.” Jade added. “I'll toast to that.” Sienna held up her drink and tossed it back.

I wasn't a big weed smoker but after a night of partying and meeting some cool people why not? And besides I was sorta hoping it would help with my impending hangover that was sure to kick my ass in the morning. Along with the fact that I hadn't really eaten anything all damn day maybe it would sober me up. We all just talked and vibed to the music while smoking. Soon there was three joints being passed around in rotation between all four of us. I had found my way to Colson’s lap. And while I didn't feel the effects of being drunk like I had before I did feel so fucking high like I was looking down at the apartment from space.

“Baby, I love you my little vanilla cupcake. Let me suck your dick.” I said it loud enough. I'm sure everyone heard me. I got down on my knees and started pulling at his belt trying to get it loose. He looked shocked and put his hand over mine to stop me from taking his belt off. “Whoa baby I like that feisty shit but we ain't alone girl.” I looked back at Marco and Jade. “Well if the girl wants to do her thing then who are we to stop her.” Marco kicked up his feet on the coffee table and put his hands behind his head grinning. “Ha very funny. No way in hell I'd let you watch my girl suck me off. Now if Jade wants to stay then.” Colson nodded towards her.

“Who me? No thanks. I mean you're cool and all Colson but I don't see you in that light. But however,” Jade walks over to me drops down to her knees and kisses me dead in the mouth. Like some deep open mouth tongue kissing action. I can't say I was that surprised because all throughout the night she would brush up against me and after a couple of those ‘accidental’ brush ups I figured she had taken a liking to me. I'd never kissed a woman before, so it was an experience to remember. Plus, Jade was a great kisser. Marco and Colson cheered us on. Smh men. “Fuck that’s hot.” Colson added. Jade got up and walked into the back bedroom with Marco following right behind. As soon as I heard the door shut I asked Colson “Wow that was...um what the fuck just happened.”

“You know what happened and that shit was sexy as fuck.” He pulled me up to his lap and we began making out. We struggled to pull my arms through my dress and down to my waist. I took my bra off and flung it across the room. “Shh baby I hear something.” I couldn't help but to laugh. “Me too. Looks like were not the only ones having fun.” We could hear Marco and Jade’s moans coming from the bedroom and they weren't being quiet about it which I could understand. This is his apartment after all. “Is it bad I'm feeling more turned on by that.” Cause it was kind of like watching porn but live action. Colson kissed my neck “No not at all sweetness.”

I couldn't wait any longer to have that big dick in my throat I got back down on my knees. His pants were already undone. I pulled that dick out of his boxers it was so hard I just wanted to soothe it with the warmth of my mouth. I kissed the tip and his precum coated my lips. I licked it off my lips and sucked on the tip of it. “God damn baby.” He moaned. Like music to my ears. I really wanted to snatch his soul through his dick so I put it all the way in the back of my throat and bobbed my head up and down. I could tell my pussy was super wet. I could feel it all the way on the inside of my thighs.

He was moaning so much I was sure he would cum at any minute. “Fuck baby stop. I'm gonna cum.” So of course I didn't stop I went faster just swallowing his whole dick. I wasn't a pro or anything I just really wanted to suck his dick like a good little hoe. He had to literally pull me up off him. I smiled. “What I’d do baby?” He didn't answer just threw me on the couch face down pulling my knees up behind, me pulled my dress over my ass and even though we were fucking on somebody else's furniture in somebody else's apartment this just felt right ya know. He pulled my panties down. “You fucking mermaid. You’re wet as fuck.” Of course I'm wet. Jade tongue kissed me and I just sucked your dick it’d be a crime if I wasn't.

Without warning he shoved his whole entire dick inside me. I wasn't ready. I took a deep breath and tried to pace myself. “Oh yess daddy. Fuck that pussy.” I could hear that ‘stirring macaroni’ noises coming from my pussy. Fuck, I really am a mermaid. “That pussy is so tight and wet.” Colson smacked my ass. He pounded my insides with that big vanilla dick. I wasn't sure if I would pass out from pure bliss. I put my arm behind me touching his thigh hoping he would slow down. He held onto my wrist. While it felt incredible to have a big dick rearranging my guts I had felt a small twinge of pain every time he would go deep. “It feel good baby?” “Yess.” I responded. “Does it hurt?” “Yes sir.” I moaned.

I knew I was cumming soon. Yes I was in pain but lordt it was a good type of pain. We could still hear Jade and Marco in the other room. I could’ve came from just that but having my man fucking me on somebody else's furniture while I was high as a kite just took me over the edge. “Cum on my dick you fucking slut.” God, he knows what dirty talk does to me. I came so hard I saw stars and then at that exact moment he put his thumb in my little asshole. Fuck I think I love this man. I wasn't a fan of anal sex, or was I?? His thumb felt good but I wasn't sure about his whole dick in there.

“Finish me off.” He pulled me down off the couch on my knees. I sucked and twirled my tongue around his shaft taking him deep in my throat. I could feel he was close. I jacked his dick while sucking on the head. “Oh fuck baby I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth. Just keep sucking.” I did as I was told. He shot his babies right inside my mouth some of it hit my lips. I swallowed every drop proudly and kept sucking. “Damn, you little slut. I love that mouth.” He said grunting. I licked the rest of it off my lips and got up to kiss him. “That was amazing daddy. I needed that.” He nodded in agreement. I got up and pulled a water bottle out the fridge. My legs felt like jelly but I managed.

I took a sip of the water just then Jade came out the room wearing a long silk robe. “Wow you two are like some fucking rabbits.” She grabbed two water bottles out the fridge. “Oh girl you're showing.” I didn't understand what she was saying till I looked down. My fucking my tits were on full display. Great. “Shit my bad. I forgot.” She laughed. “No prob and besides you've got perfect tits don't ever be ashamed. Hey hold on I've got something for you.” She ran back into the room and came back out with a nightgown. “You can wear this. Just something a bit more comfortable to sleep in.” I took the nightgown and gave her a hug. My boobs pressed up against hers. I was slightly embarrassed about her seeing my breast, but I figured Jade knows how it is. She would understand. “Goodnight you two. You're more than welcome to stay in the guest room. Its late, y’all too drunk to drive anyways.” She was right. It would be foolish to get out and drive in our condition.

She headed back to the room. Colson laughed. I handed him the water bottle. “What's so funny?” I asked. “Jade saw all of your tits on full display. She def wants to eat your pussy baby.” I pulled my clothes off and put on the nightgown pondering what he had said. “Well maybe but the way she and Marco sounded in there I'm not sure I could I compete.” We sat back on the couch and smoked more weed. We watched TV and talked about the whole night.

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I was in shock as Colson explained everything to me in full detail. I didn't remember doing any of this and not only that but I had done some really freaky shit. I folded my arms and looked down at my phone. “Baby don't feel embarrassed. It was hot. The thought of you and Jade going at it. I could definitely go for something like that I mean only if you were comfortable with it.” He explained. Just then my phone buzzed with a text message from ‘sweetie pie Jade’ I don’t even remember saving her number as that but whatever. ‘I haven't had that much since forever. You're welcomed back whenever. Why’d y’all leave in such a hurry?’

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A/N: As always a labor of love <3. So far this has got to be my favorite chapter and its only the second part of the story lol. I have so much more in store for this couple. S+C stay cute. Please don’t be shy. Let me know what you think. I've been getting so much love on my first part. THANK YOU. After a 4,500+ word count I’m tidee. Enjoy.

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