#told a coworker i want a pet pigeon really bad

[ravenmoodle]

Why do people feel the need to tell me the things I like are gross?

[sleepdeprivedqueer]

Dancing In The Rain

Werewolf!Ace x GN!Reader

Chapter 12

Damnit.

"Today on Vile Ridge news."

Damnit.

"Four males and two females found dead."

Damnit.

"The scene is too graphic to be shown on TV."

Damnit damnit.

"All of them had their necks ripped open."

Damnit.

Ace watched the news as you sat there with wide eyes, the four men were your coworkers. The creepy coworkers that showed up to your house early in the morning.

"It seems like they were dragged by some kind of animal."

Fuck.

Ace couldn't believe it, he didn't need the picture to imagine the scene. He could make a pretty good picture of it. Looking over to you, eyes were wide as one of your hands were over your mouth. They may of been creeps but they were still coworkers. Scooting closer to you, trying to make you relaxed and feel safe.

"Police have no evidence to prove that a animal did kill them, but questions do remain. What exactly were these people doing? Why did one car have a kill kit in it? Were they planning on kidnapping someone? No one knows for sure-"

Ace turned the TV off, he didn't want you to be scared anymore, it was bad that it was in town. Tilting his head to you, he could tell that you were trying hard not to cry in fear. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, taking in sounds of the nearest house that was also listening to the news.

The police recommended for families that lived on the outskirts to have some sort of weapon on them. Possible a gun. To take shelter and aim the weapon at wherever the creature was coming in from.

"A-Ace."

He opened his eyes.

"What killed them? Will it kill me? Can you defeat it? Is it to-"

The werewolf didn't let you finish, pulling your shaken and frightened body into his lap. Holding you as close as he possible could in a firm grip.

"I'm going to be honest, I don't know what killed them. But I promise you. It won't get you," he whispered, eyes focusing on the glass sliding doors, "if anything, the hunters might find it and kill it before it gets here. But if they don't, it'll never touch you."

Those words, it made you feel...safe. Like a baby being held by a mother during a storm. Cradling the crying child, shushing it, holding it close, rocking it, and singing to it. Taking a deep breath you tried to calm down. It seemed Ace took it very seriously, when you tilted your head up at him, his eyes were squinted. A flame in his stare, a snarl barely in his lips, claws grew long and sharp. He was being really protective about it, he was even cuddling you!? What the hell!? Why did you let him embrace you? Looking back up at him made you freeze a little. It was almost like something was about to attack at any minute. And you were kind of right. He tensed up and snarled loudly.

"Hunters."

"What?"

"Listen to me, from what I hear is that they're here because some of your coworkers told them about me as your dog. And they suspect me as one of the possible animals that killed them. Be calm, okay, I'll be on the verge of shifting just in case. Alright?" He whispered, you were so confused.

A loud bang filled the house as Ace darted down the hall, hearing his bones cracking and skin ripping. Putting some fuzzy socks on you walked to the door, trying to collect yourself before opening it. She you opened it, you were met with a tall black haired male, a bird on his shoulder.

"Uhm, how many I help you?"

"I'm here under the investigation of the deaths of your coworkers, some of them said you had a wolf dog as a pet. They also said that it seemed he snapped at one of them, and my team and boss believe that your so called 'pet' killed them. He needs to be out down." He said, coldly, that bird chirping in agreement. It seemed to be some kind of pigeon.

Stay calm.

"I-I'm sorry, but my dog was with me all night. He was right next to me when I fell asleep and when I woke up, there was no trace of blood on his fur anywhere," you tried to reason. Hearing the words 'out down' made you feel uneasy.

"I fine that hard to believe, especially when your 'dog' is the only thing that's related to something dangerous," a snotty female voice said. On your step was a blonde with glasses, cleavage on display. She looked like a whore.

"I promise you he isn't dangerous, yeah sure he growls at strangers but that's only at people who seem rude to me. Nothing else I promise you."

"Why do you seem so shaken up then?"

The man was now closer, face inches away from yours.

"I understand that hearing about the death of people you work with, but from how shaken up you seem. It looks like to me you know something you shouldn't," he pulled back, "I want to see the adoption papers of your 'dog' Ace please."

A past line that Ace told you about. Hunters. These two, no, these people were hunters, here to kill Ace and possibly you too. So you definitely needed to act cool.

Shifting your brows in confusion.

"Ace?"

"Yes, Ace."

"I think you have the wrong house then," you said, watching as the man with the ong square nose looked at you in shock.

"Your dog's name is Ace."

"No, I'm sorry, but you got it wrong," you shook your head, standing up to him a bit, "his name is Pyro, always has. It's on his collar."

That seemed to confuse them, nails clanked on the floor, you could feel the cold wet nose of 'Pyro'. All of a sudden the man leaned forward the snatched his collar, dragging the sable dog out.

"Pyro!" You yelled, but the lady held you back.

"He has to be put down and that being said we have to take him there ourselves."

"Hey you fucking bastard!"

"Settle down! If you don't then we'll do it ourselves. Now settle down!" The blonde girl said, pushing you back into the house as you watched the rectangle nosed man putting a muzzle on him. Watching he thrashed around, why wouldn't he transform.

You wanted to yell at him to tell him to shift, but something stopped you. The look he gave you when he thrashed towards you just told you, to just act like he was a normal dog. But when you were inside, the lady punched you in the stomach, your mind faded.

~~

The door slammed shut as the chain clanked, Ace growled as the other car doors opened the shut. He was in a cage with a damn muzzle on, a chain as a leash, and who knows what happened to you. These were definitely hunters. No doubt. If it were any other time he would shift and fought them, but in order to keep you safe he didn't.

"What'd you do with the person?" The black haired male asked.

"Knocked them out cold," she said, a smirk on her stupid face.

Ace growled, the bitch hurt you.

"Shut it back there!"

The car started up and they were off. The ride was silent, the tension in the air was thick and heavy. But when the car stopped, and the black haired man switched places with the rectangle nose guy, things got heated.

"Hey, werewolf. Tell me, what's your game here?" He asked.

Ace didn't respond, he was going to actually act like a dog.

"Hey, didn't you hear me."

"Maybe he is an actual dog."

A large bang made the man go silent, the black haired male punched the cage. Ace growled and snarled at him. The rest of the ride was just Ace and that man staring at each other, ready to attack.

When they arrived at the vet, after four hours of driving, four hours away from you. His cage was opened up, Ace growled and snarled at them but he was roughly grabbed by the collar. His paws scraped against the hot concrete, areas on his pads split open and started to bleed a little. He snarled, thrashed around, tried to make it seem believable that he really was just a normal dog. But it seemed that they didn't believe him.

Looking around it seemed they parked in the back, a man in a white long coat was holding a door open for them. He was with them, how disgusting. Dragging him into the building and down the hall, the cold white floor made him uncomfortable. They reached a door that once again, the black haired male opened, picking Ace up by the collar. It choked him, but thankfully not for long as he thrown into a cold metal table. Strapped down with leather, he wiggled around, trying to get free.

"There he is, we want him out down. There's a good possibility that he murdered a few people because he was kept as a pet."

"Ah, I see. Well then, I'll take good care of him, do you want his ashes?"

It took a few minutes before he answered.

"Yes."

It was cold, it made Ace feel very uncomfortable.

"Very well then, you can leave now." The vet ushered him out the door. Walking over to the counter to get some supplies out, he finally got a good look at the vet. Or more likely a scientist.

He had long purple black like hair, pale skin, a pale pink or purple white coat. A small laugh came from the man as he turned around, his face was worse. Purple lipstick and crazy eyes, the skin on his face seemed more purple compared to the rest of his body. God his face was so...ugly. That sinister large smile as he held a big syringe with a weird blue kind of liquid.

"How exciting! A wolf dog, brought to me! How kind Rob Lucci is, and to think that your a wild one too! I wonder if your a big bad werewolf, that could explain why you were so brutal!" He laughed coming closer, "well don't worry! I won't kill you, just yet, I want to experiment on you, see if you really are a werewolf. If so, then you can become my greatest creation yet!"

He was getting closer, Ace thrashed around as he tried to break free. That strange blue liquid, if he was some sort of mad scientist then he didn't trust it.

"Hold still! If you keep thrashing around then it'll hurt more for you, but, that won't mind for me. If it wasn't that your thrashing could ruin it all!" The scientist stood, before his smile got bigger and more sinister, "I'll use my new drug to calm you down! You'll become numb and fall right to sleep, that way you won't feel any pain and you won't risk my plans!"

He quickly ran back, grabbing another syringe filled with some maroon liquid. Those eyes that held evil thoughts, Ace couldn't do anything. As he got closer, holding him still as best as he could, the needle went into his neck, and it hit him almost immediately.

~~

You groaned, stomach ached, it felt like you've been hit by a damn truck. It was blurry, looking around, the cold floor making you shiver as you slowly sat up. How many times have you been injured in the last month? Way more than usual.

"Ace-"

"Who's Ace?"

Your eyes flying open as you looked up at Isuka, she held a blanket in her hand along with some pills. Shit, act cool.

"D-Did I say Ace?"

"Yes, you did. Who is Ace," her voice was cold as her eyes was showing some sort of emotion that you've never seen her have before.

You have to make a lie, quickly.

"O-Oh, he's an old friend of mine. He was in town and I was finally able to catch u-up to him," you groaned, trying your hardest to make it seem real.

"Really?" You nodded, "I guess that sounds like you," she hummed coming back to her old self. Kneeling next to you and wrapping the blanket around your cold body.

"How did you get in?" You asked, you usually always had the door locked.

"An extra key, plus you wouldn't answer any of my calls," Isuka huffed, cheeks puffed out.

You chuckled a bit but groaned, trying to ease the pain by rubbing at your belly. Eyes strained as you looked around, it looked so empty, like there was something missing. But what? You've always lived alone, so why would something be missing? And why doesn't it feel right? Maybe you overworked yourself or drank too much. And who the hell was Ace!? You've never known a Ace before, so why the hell did you call out for an Ace!? None of it makes sense.

"Y/N, try not to think too hard about why you were laying on the floor. You may get drunk again off of just thinking about it," the orange haired girl warned.

So you did drink too much, but when did you start drinking alcohol? Maybe it was your first time, you might of been overworked and couldn't sleep so you drank to try and help yourself? Damn.

"Here, let me help you to your bed," she said, lifting you up to the best of her ability, you followed. Stumbling of course, it felt like you have just been stabbed in the stomach, "there we go, easy does it."

As Isuka led you to your bedroom, you couldn't help but feel very uneasy. Like something was definitely missing, it was too quiet, too cold, even with the blanket on. It felt so...empty. And Isuka, the way she acted when you said that name, it was like she was after someone named Ace and needed information. But the worst part was when you entered the bedroom, that's when the cold really settled in. It chilled you to the bone, making your body shiver.

"What's wrong, are you seriously cold under that thick blanket?" You nodded, "well hopefully you'll be warmer in your bed."

You hope she was right. Lifting the thick covers up and settling down, even the sheets were missing something. As you laid down, it felt like someone or something was supposed to be there, with you.

"There, are you feeling warmer?"

You shook your head no.

"Well, give it some time. I'm sure you'll get warm eventually, now get some sleep and I'll pray that you'll be better the night time you wake up."

Something, about her smile, how her eyes didn't shine the way they used too. Almost like one of those spiders that somewhat looked like ants and tricked the ants into believing it. Then it would kill them. But maybe it was just your mind, but you were tired, and you did want some sleep. Getting a bit more comfortable, Isuka watched you, but left when everything seemed to be fine. But it wasn't, for some reason, it was too cold and creepy. How silent the house was, how dull it was, hell even the smell wasn't the same. But it could of been your drinking, you made a mental note to not ever drink again, and just cuddled one of your blankets. Dozing off to some somewhat peaceful sleep.

When you woke up, you felt better, much more better, there was only a slight bit of pain but not too much. Stretching your body and letting the bones pop and muscle and limbs wake up. Throwing the blanket over and standing up, a chill ran up your spine. Making you shiver, it was still so cold, but why? Making a mental note to check on the air conditioning later after taking a shower. A nice hot one that fogged up the bathroom and made it warm, that way you won't be freezing your ass off. Grabbing your work clothes and thick fluffy slippers to try and keep your feet warm.

As you walked down the hall your eyes wondered if, looking at the slight differences in the coloring. Looking at the floor to see dull scratch marks, the slight smell of cinnamon that was in your nose. It was very weird. Opening the bathroom door while turning the light on and closing it behind you when you walked in. A soft filled the air as you stripped, shivering as you quickly turned the hot water on and adding a bit of cold water to it in order to make it bearable. As soon as the shower started, you were in, shivering and teeth chattering as the warmth settled in. Standing there for a while to let the bathroom steam up and to get yourself really fucking warm before continuing on.

Cursing as you scrubbed your scalp, skin red from the hot water, not that you minded much. Trying to relax yourself by scrubbing your scalp in a certain way. But it sadly didn't seem to do much, even as you got to washing your body. Noticing the large bruise on your stomach, you may have ran into a corner while drunk. So you brushed it off as that, but as you saw more scars, the more questions that filled your mind. But even excuses couldn't shake the thoughts away, something happened. Something definitely fucking happened. But what!? It was starting to give you a headache, groaning as you sat down under the water, not even bothering to wash the conditioner out. Just letting the water hit your hair, watching as water dropped down your face and down onto your body or onto the floor.

After your hair felt clean you turned the shower and water off and got out, drying yourself with a towel and putting clothes on. Drying your hair in that same bathroom, anything to try and shorten the amount of time you would have to spend in the cold air. And when you did, you immediately started to cook your breakfast, making another mental note that you need to go shopping.

You went into work, happy to be back actually, but as you walked in, you noticed the stares, and surprised looks. The whispers and gossip. Why? You have no idea, nothing felt right. You felt way better when you woke up that morning, but just like before, your house felt too empty and dull.

You clocked in and started on work, being introduced to some of the new dogs. Getting to know them and even start small on the training. Mostly the obstacle course, testing their stamina and their speed. Seeing which one was a quick thinker and which one wasn't, it was going pretty well, until Shanks came by.

"Hey! Y/N! I see you left that big fluffy dog at home today," he said with a big smile.

Eh?

"What...dog? I don't have one," you said confused. You watched as Shanks's bright face turned dull with concern.

"What do you mean you don't have a dog? Everyone has been talking about how Pyro isn't by your side, some of the smaller dogs were about excited to see him today," Shanks said, brows furrowed.

"Are you all pulling a prank on me or something," you suddenly asked, coldly.

"Y/N, you really don't remembe-"

"Shanks I have never had a dog since I moved out and got my own place. I don't know what your on but you need to get off of it."

This stunned the red haired male as you walked away, a scowl on your face, this was bad. All the talk this morning made him confused, some of them have even asked him about it, telling them that he had no idea. Shanks knew you better than anyone other than Isuka, hell she wasn't even here. You weren't supposed to be here either. Hearing how you got ticked off because of your overworking hours because you were out injured. It was like all of your memories were whipped away, like they never existed in the first place. Shanks needed to know more, if it was really as bad as he thought it was, then it might get bloody. Because not only were you effected, you, his friend that felt like a child that he adopted. But the old man's child, one of the kings children, and not only that, but Shanks's old man.

You grumbled, stomping down the hall ,looking for a inflating suit to put on. Maybe you could find someone to be your partner in training a dog in attacking. But it seemed like all of them were gone, this made you even more irritated than before. It was all so frustrating, the cold, the emptiness, the dullness, the whispers, the loneliness. It was getting to you, but for what fucking reason!? You have always been alone since you broke up with Law, and you never had a damn problem with it.

So why now? Why were you having problems? Why was everything you heard not true, they were all pranking you. They had to be. None of their words were real.

Shanks walked down the hallway, a lonely and creepy hallway, phone in hand as he dialed a number. Putting it up to his ear as it ringed, waiting for the woman to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Whitey Bay, we have a problem."

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

[timeisacephalopod]

If you're still interested can I ask for another one this time with stuckony and the colors are brown and/or green please.....

Preeeety sure it was brown that was coffee shop AU. Whatever lol, that’s what I’m writing!

Rhodey bet him he couldn’t handle customer service and honestly he’s right but Tony is known for being a stubborn shithead so here he is, doing his best to make lattes. First of all half these drinks are an abomination with the amount of sugar in them and honest to god after dealing with customers he’s decided that everyone who’s ever been a customer should be shat on by a pigeon. Twice. Yeah, that means he’d be shat on too but he doesn’t care, he’s earned it. Customers are the worst. And he keeps getting people’s weird life stories because old people think bugging the local coffee shop cashier is a replacement for a social life. He hates it.

But every once and awhile there’s something to make working in this shit hole coffee shop worth his time and this time it comes in the form of two guys that are so stupid hot Tony is certain they walked out of a magazine. When Natasha spots them she tries to shove him out of the way but he shoves her back, resulting in her landing on her ass and he’d feel bad but if the situation were reversed she wouldn’t feel bad at all so screw Nat. “I’ll get you for this,” she hisses and stands back up, half crowding into his space because she’s an asshole.

“You okay?” the blonde asks her and she shrugs.“Peachy. I’m going to make Stark work the rest of my shift,” she says and he frowns.

“You’re here till close,” he says.

“That’s what you get for dropping me on my ass, shithead,” she tells him.

“I’ve been here since we opened.”

“Next time treat me ass with the respect it deserves,” Natasha tells him.

Tony sighs, accepting his fate. “I’m going to hack the system and make sure you work with Hammer every day for the rest of forever,” he mumbles at her.

“Do that and I’ll sneak into your house, steal all your cats, and give them away to children who really want cats,” Natasha says.

“Do that and I’ll break into your house and steal all your black widows and… I don’t know, throw them into the ocean because who the fuck keeps spiders for pets?” Tony asks. Fuck that shit, Rhodey’s right about them having too many legs and eyes.

“You like Wonder Woman?” the guy with the brown hair asks, nodding at Tony’s Wonder Woman pin attached to his apron.

“Wonder Woman is everything that’s good about Batman and Superman except she’s not stupidly angsty like Batman and also doesn’t regularly beat up the mental ill, and she’s not a boring like Superman. She’s the best and I love her,” he says, surprising himself with all of that. Why is it that he can only act like a normal human when he’s attempting to flirt if he’s drunk? It at least earns a laugh out of the guys that he’d savor if Natasha didn’t shove him, resulting in him falling on his ass.

“You’re the worst,” he tells her.

**

Tony hates working during the day, he’s a night person by far, but if he’s going to conveniently be here when Steve and Bucky show up they show up at two, so days it is. By now they all pretty much vie for who’s going to be on till but Tony, ever the innovator, has noticed that its easier to make the order than chat after rather than fight it out for till so he lets Luis and Strange fight it out while he gets the order he’s memorized ready for them quietly. Fools, thinking they’re going to win this.

Luis wins but mostly only because Strange seems unwilling to stab him with the scissors he’s holding, which is dumb because he’s got medical training. He could probably fix the damage he causes but whatever. Steve and Bucky make their orders and Tony waits for them at the end, cups already prepared. “You’re on point today,” Steve says and Tony shrugs.

“Memorized your order forever ago,” he says.

“What if we order something different?” Bucky asks, looking amused.

“Then I guess I get the pleasure of your company a bit longer while I make it,” he says. Oh, that’s pretty good. Actually no, its terribly embarrassing why is he like this?

**

“He likes me better,” Steve says and like hell he does.

“Does not, he likes me better,” Bucky says. “I’m the one who bonded with him over Wonder Woman.”

“Then admitted that Batman is your favorite character. And I was the one who bonded with him over liking Harley Quinn and wanting to throw Joker in an active volcano,” Steve says.

“Yeah, then admitted to liking Cat Woman better. Face it, I’m the more desirable one,” Bucky tells him.

“Am not. Watch, I’m going to go in without you and get a date,” he says and oh, deal.

“Are not. He’ll turn you down and I’ll get a date,” Bucky tells him.

“No you won’t,” Steve tells him confidently, walking in without Bucky. He shrugs, waiting outside because he’s not at all worried that like literally everyone else Tony will like Steve better.

When Steve exits he gives nothing away because he’s a prick and if he did get a date Bucky’s about to be turned down and that’s just a cruel thing to do, which isn’t really Steve’s thing so maybe he did get turned down. But then there’s the dilemma of dating someone who turned Steve down and-

“Dude, just go,” Steve tells him, sensing his indecision.

“Just know I hate you,” Bucky tells him, walking in and finding Tony standing at the till with his order.

“Steve paid,” he tells him, handing over the cup looking amused.

Oh shit okay he didn’t think this through at all he hates this. He turns to leave without saying a word but Tony’s words draw him back. “Meet me here Tuesday at seven,” he says and oh shit, what?

He stands there for a moment, dumbfounded though Tony looks amused. “Um. Yeah, sure, okay. Sounds great. See you then, love you,” he says and holy fucking shit what? “No I don’t, ignore me. I’m going to go die outside now,” he says, scuttling off.

Steve gives him a pitting look and winces. “What happened?”

Bucky lets out a long sigh, “I accidentally told him I loved him,” he says and Steve looks even more like Bucky just told him the cringest shit. Great, if Steve found it cringy it was cringy. “But he did tell me to meet him here on Tuesday at seven so there’s that,” he says, realizing too late that means Steve totally got turned down. Oh fuck.

But Steve doesn’t look hurt, he looks confused. “He told me the same thing,” he says, frowning. They turn to look at Tony through the window of the coffee shop and Tony grins at them, waving. “What’s he playing at?”

**

Tony sits across from Steve and Bucky, absolutely pleased with himself as every coworker in the store glares at him from behind the counter, Thor probably glaring the hardest. Steve and Bucky look confused but that’s okay. “I figure the simplest solution to our problem of interest is polyamoury,” he tells them.

Steve blinks in surprise, “that’s… open minded.”

Ha, not even. “Actually its more like I don’t see why I should have to deprive myself of the opportunity of dating two people that are the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. That’s stupid,” he says. Also, he doesn’t want to leave any of them for his coworkers to snatch. They all have bets now and he’s about to win money to donate to charity.

Bucky looks over to Steve and he shrugs. “Well, alright. Technically it does solve our problems.”

“Oh come on!” Gamora yells across the store. “Fuck you Stark! You can’t take both!”

Tony looks over at her, grin wide. “I just did.” He gets the absolute satisfaction of watching them all flip him off.