This is just a cumulation of my thoughts, likes, and opinions. Now cross posting from my AO3 account AdmiralThunderBolt. Please enjoy and thank you for your consideration.
A chance encounter brings you together as kids. Then circumstances tear you apart, but your gut never lets you forget. Years later you make your way back to the strange hooved boy.
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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Number 75, can you believe it? It was honestly hard to choose between Jotaro and Kakyoin. But my idea for the stoic Jojo wouldn't leave my mind. And it was fun to annoy Steely Dan for a bit.
You weren't sure how you had ended up here. Between the tears clouding your vision and your racing thoughts. It wasn't surprising that you had ended up lost. It seemed like even Mother Nature wasn't on your side today.
Scrubbing harder at your tear streaked soft face, you slump. It was all your brother's fault. Ever since that Mariah girl came around, he ignored you. This morning was horrible. You had followed him, even reminding him that your mom said he had to take you. He had screamed at you and called you a baby. Laughing along with the others as you begin to cry.
Running seemed like the only answer. Now, with the tall trees looming over you. You weren't so sure. Every small noise sets your heart to hammer faster. Turning around, you head back the way you came. At least you think it is.
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Your breathing begins to pick up as you turn in circles. The sun was setting below the tops of the trees. Water that you hadn't seen before blocked you from moving forward.
You could only guess how late it was. Wondering if anyone was searching for you. What if they weren't? Tears began springing to your eyes once again.
You would have continued to spiral. If it wasn't for the solid thing colliding into you. Chubby body flopping to the ground, you stare at the figure on top of you.
It was a boy, probably around your age. With dazzling blue eyes, like the sky on a clear sunny day. He had messy dark hair and a huge grin.
“Who are you?” He stared down at you in amazement. He had never seen someone his age. You were so soft and pretty. But oh, you were crying. Did he do that?
Hopping off of you he offers you a hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you did I?” Grin widening when you take his hand. He savors the warmth radiating off of you.
Sniffing, you shake your head. “No, I'm fine. Just lost.” You almost start crying as you admit it out loud.
He perks up as your eyes start to water. No, this wouldn't do. “I can help, let's go.”
Before you could answer he was already pulling you away. By the hand that he hadn't released yet.
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You couldn't believe it. Just as you had given up hope that you would make it out. He pulls you to a break in the dense foliage. A dazzling smile breaks out on your face.
Taking a step forward, you're stopped from leaving the forest. He was still clutching your hand. His grip becomes tighter as you try to shake him off.
“I'm Jotaro and we're friends now, right?” His voice shakes as he doesn't let you go. How could you leave so easily? He had just found you. You couldn't go yet.
You look at the boy in confusion. He had brought you all this way. Why couldn't you go home. Maybe if you agreed he would let you go. “Yeah, of course we are. I'm (Y/N).”
His sad expression is quickly replaced with joy. “OK, good. You have to come back. So we can play together again. It'll be lots of fun.”
You weren't sure you wanted to play the same way. Getting lost was no fun. But he did help you find your way out. So you decided to agree. “Sure, I'll be back.”
Squeezing your hand one last time, he smiles. Then brings you into a strong hug. You return it and smile as you run back home.
You were so excited to head home. That was until you noticed the flashing lights. As you rounded a corner the police car in your driveway came into view. Everything moved so fast after that. You didn't get a chance to tell anyone about your new friend. And how he had hooves instead of shoes.
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Things had shifted in a way that you weren't sure how to take. Your parents were reluctant to let you leave the house alone after that. You were only allowed to leave with someone. With your parents work schedule that usually meant your brother.
He had been extra mean since the change. First he blamed you for being grounded. Becoming irritated anytime you enter the same room as him.
It was hard to deal with. Your parents hovered when they were at home. All of this made it impossible to go see Jotaro.
At first you weren't sure about going back. But the more time had passed, the harder it was to keep your mind off of him. The strange yet sweet boy that helped you get home.
You filled your time trying to make him the perfect gift. Something to thank him. The best thing finally came to mind. A friendship bracelet, you even made a matching one for yourself.
Clutching the gift to your chest, you hoped that he would like it. Peeking into the living room, you see your brother watching the TV. Tip toeing over to the back door and slipping out. You dart towards the woods. Knowing that somehow you would run into the boy again.
Not realizing that there was someone trailing behind you.
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It didn't take long to get lost in the dense foliage. Though you didn't panic. There was something deep in your gut that told you this was right. And that feeling turned out to be right.
As something grabs you from behind and swings you around. “You're back!” You both burst into giggles as he gently sets you down.
Turning around you bring him into an excited embrace. He's quick to return the action. “Oh course I did. I just took a bit.” You felt awkward giving such a poor excuse. Your mood quickly brightened as you remembered the gift. “But I brought you something. To thank you for your help.”You shyly held out the present.
He didn't hesitate to pull it from the brown bag you had wrapped it in. Eyes lighting up at the colorful braided string. A look of confusion settles on his face as he notices two pieces.
Giggling at his expression, you take one and slide it on your own wrist. “They're matching. So whenever we look at them we'll think of each other.” You put it on him and tighten it comfortably.
He throws his arms around you and smiles. To think that you would return and with a gift. It was more than he could have hoped for. How many days had he dreamed of your return? Shaking his head of those thoughts, he grips his arms tighter around your plush form.
Only for you to be ripped away. “So this is where you went. To believe they were worried about you.” Your brother glares down at you.
Shrinking away from him, you tried to stutter out an explanation. “I I I….”
But he didn't give you the opportunity to finish. “You you, what? Are a stupid disappointment. I'm not going to let you ruin my life anymore than you already have. Come on.” He starts tugging you away.
You begin to struggle, looking back at Jotaro. He looks just as helpless as you. What could he do, you were both just a couple of kids. Those thoughts leave his mind as you cry out.
Tightening his grip on your arm, your brother yanks you forward. “I said le…” He didn't get the chance to finish. The boy was on him instantly.
All three of you fell to the ground in a heap. The smaller boy set about mauling the other. Teeth and nails rained down upon him. He cried out and desperately flailed around. Attempting to dislodge the unusually heavy child.
You stared on in frozen horror. Your new friend was attacking your brother. You should stop this. Helping him, your only sibling. Something deep down was preventing you. You couldn't explain it, but Jotaro protecting you felt right.
That spell is broken as your brother calls your name. Begging you to do anything. You snap into action. Wrapping your arms around the boy's waist, you breathe out his name. He immediately sags into your soft embrace.
Scrambling away your brother bawls as he leaves. Though you weren't paying attention to him. You squeezed the boy in your arms closer.
His wide eyes meet yours and he whispers. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” It felt like the only thing he could say. So he kept saying it. Over and over, until you finally shushed him.
“I know. I have to go.” You release him after one last cuddle. Pausing as he looks at you in desperation. Then turning and rushing after your sibling.
He calls after you pleadingly. “You'll come back?” Overwhelmed and forlorn as you glance back at him. Nodding you smile, though both of you know it's an empty promise.
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Those memories play through your mind as you drive. It was something that plagued you since that day. Your brother wasted no time babbling out what happened to your parents. They went from concern to horror struck.
That evening was filled with quiet hurried phone calls and packing. You only managed to catch snippets of what was going on. ‘They wouldn't spend another night in this cursed town. Let that thing get close to you. The town pariah was right.’
It was all so confusing. If you tried to explain or ask any questions. You were immediately shut down or ignored. Even now that trend continues.
Your brother had never looked at you the same. Barely holding a conversation with you. Avoiding you at all cost. The moment you entered the same room as him, he would visibly tense. It was unbearable, his hate was palpable. Couldn't meet your eyes, but would glare at your shoulder or feet. Anywhere that wasn't your face.
You couldn't wait to get out of there. You had become an outsider in your own family. So why stick around? The day you became an adult couldn't come sooner. And you knew just where you were going first.
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He had woken up in a poor mood. Something was in the air and it was making him uneasy. Anytime he was still, his fingers would fidget. Popping his knuckles, tapping on things, anything to keep him distracted.
The forest steered clear of him today. No bird song would reach his ears. Not with the waves of irritation rolling off of him. Still he made his rounds. Keeping the forest and loch safe. Routine was the only thing that could distract him.
As a branch snaps nearby, he stands at attention. Happy for the distraction, he jogs towards the sound. Making his way through the brush he spots the intruder. Instincts take over as he sprints towards them. Tackling them to the ground he pays no mind to the shriek that escapes them.
Struggling beneath the solid weight on top of you, your pulse hammers. Sweat prickles your forehead as you struggle. Screaming at the thing pinning you, memories flash through your mind. In a panic you call out to the only person you can think of. “Jotaro!”
He stops, blood running cold at your scream. It couldn't be. Turning you onto your back, he reels back. Then quickly scoops you into his arms. Pressing your plump form tightly against himself. Burying his nose in your neck, he breathes deeply. Taking in the essence of you. Hating himself for not realizing it was you sooner.
You stay stock still trapped in the creature's arms. What was going on? Was it going to rip out your throat? You begin to shiver in fear, until it pulls back. A much older but recognizable face stares back at you.
“(Y/N), I'm sorry.” Before he could finish you were wrapping him in an embrace of your own. Your soft warmth seeping into his frame delightfully. He nestles himself back into you. A deep rumble leaves his chest as he cradles you.
Your brow furrows at the sound. Though you chuckle as you realize the sound was coming from him. While you may not have believed your memories as a child. Thinking you had exaggerated the details. A part of you had always known that he wasn't normal.
Glancing down you see the hooves still there. Though much larger than last time. Gaze moving up, it seems all of him is exceptionally grown up since your last meeting. Gone was the excitable pip squeak that tugged you around. Hard lines had replaced the child like wonder. Broad shoulders and tightly wound muscles making him a man.
You weren't alone in your admiration. He greedily drank in everyone of your features. The comforting plush weight of you against him. The dip of your hips and curves of your body. Drowning in the glorious scent that was you. The flutter of your pulse under your supple skin. It was almost too much. But there was no way he would part with you again.
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That day was a lot. While being emotionally cathartic, it was still a bit overwhelming. It had taken a bout of begging to get him to loosen his grip enough to wiggle out. But even through all the annoyance. There was a less frustrated part of you that enjoyed it.
That was until you tried to leave the forest. It started all over again. He didn't understand why you had to go. Didn't you believe he could provide for you? That he could care for and protect you? You couldn't leave him again.
After reassuring him, you pointed out certain differences in your needs. That did little to quell him. You knew what might though. Guiding him to the edge of the forest nearest to the loch.
You show him an abandoned and slightly run down cottage. Your car was parked in front of it.
Flourishing your hands at the fixer upper, you beam. “See I won't be far. Did you really think I would come here without a plan?” You giggle at his serious expression.
A nod is his hesitant answer. He could make this a suitable den. Making it worthy of raising your young. “It will work.”
Your smile softens and you envelope him in your plush embrace. Happy to not have to pry his approval from him.
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Life falls into a happy routine after that. Work, return in the evening to fix up the house. Then spending a bit of down time together. It was laborious, but wonderful all the same. Like a piece of a puzzle slotted in after you thought you had lost it.
Turning the page of your book, you smile. Hand finding his head in your lap. Continuing to card your fingers though his thick and slightly knotted locks.
It has become a bit of a habit. Combing through his hair as you relax each night. If only to feel his chest rumble and booming purrs to encompass the room.
Shifting, he rolls onto his back and gazes up at you. Looking down at him, you put your book down. He stares at you with such intense admiration. Like you've hung the moon and placed every star.
Raising himself on his elbows, he waits. Hoping that you might lean forward the last few inches. Lay your soft supple lips on his. Make his dreams finally become a reality.
Just as you start to tip forward. Eyes half lidded and lips parted gently. A loud noise interrupts the delicate moment.
He's on his feet in the blink of an eye. You shoot up in your seat, but settle as he holds out a hand. “I'll check things out.”
You nod as he steps out of the room. Having no doubts that he would keep you safe. That still doesn't stop your heart from hammering. Clutching your hands together, you hope that it's nothing dangerous.
It didn't take long to find the source. Making his way around the cottage, his nose crinkled. There was something here. Someone like him. They left a stink behind. Probably thinking they could claim new prey.
Shaking his head, he makes a mental note to spread his scent more thoroughly. Quietly typing over your trashcan, he returns inside. A story of a racoon would do for now. He would take care of the real problem without worrying you.
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Huffing, he stomped around the forest. The animals around him had seen this sight enough to know what was coming. A monologue.
“To think that that simpleton would interfere. Hoarding such a wonderful mate candidate from me. Steely Dan. A travesty.” Placing a hand to his forehead, he tosses his hair over a shoulder.
If birds could roll their eyes they would be. The Water Bull was a common dramatic mess in the forest. Any opportunity to complain was usually met with crickets chirping. Though that didn't matter to him.
“Yes, such a succulent flower. Ready to be plucked by none other than me. Wide hips made for carrying young. My young. I'll make sure of that.” With that final declaration, he stomps into the forest. Ready to hatch the perfect plan to rightfully claim you.
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The incidents were escalating. He had found footprints around the cottage. Groupings of them at the edge of the forest. Any small trinkets left nearby, he tossed back through the trees. He would throw them away. But the chances of you noticing them wasn't worth it.
These types of things were easy enough to cover up. It wasn't until you brought a concern to him, that he became fed up.
Shuffling through your laundry basket, you frown. “Did you get any of the clothes off the line?” Your brow furrows as he shakes his head.
Concerned at what's got you so confused, he joins you at the basket. “Why, what's missing?”
You blush a bit at the question. “Well, some underwear. Maybe they're still in the washer.” Mumbling to yourself you hurried out of the room. Hoping the man hadn't noticed just how flush you had become.
His nostrils flare at the question. If his hunch was correct, he knew where they were. It seems that his discouragement wasn't enough to ward off the competition. No, he would need to go straight to the source to handle this.
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He wasn't hard to find. The footprints would have been helpful enough. But the amount of scenting this guy did was unbearable. An almost visible trail leads to his den. A much smaller Loch on the other end of the forest.
A grating voice filled the air before he could get remotely close. “Yes, my mate's scent is everything I could ask for. So sweet yet heady. It won't be long before I experience it in person.”
The forest thins enough for him to make out the intruder. A fucking Water Bull. It couldn't be anymore fitting that a Kelpie and Water Bull would seek out the same mate. Though this man wouldn't get the chance to properly meet you.
Eyes narrowing, Jotaro walks into the clearing. “You have something that doesn't belong to you.”
Sputtering, he whirls around. Gaping at the new presence, he puffs up his chest. Trying to appear closer to the Kelpie's size. “I have no idea what you're referring to.” He had thankful stuffed your underwear in his pocket during the scare.
Though that didn't seem to matter to the other man. He points to the pocket and flares his nose. “I'll be taking those back.” His tone left no room for argument.
That is if you were talking to a smarter being. “You're not proper mates. So you have no claim on them. So leave me be.” He shooed the larger man with his hands. Hoping his bravado would work.
Stalking forward, he cracks his knuckles. Ready to take out his frustrations on the cause itself.
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His walk back was much more pleasant. Though after ensuring your safety, his mind was reeling. Would you want to be his mate? You hadn't rejected any of his affections. And you had come back. There had to be more of a reason than childhood friends.
The walk ended sooner than he would have wanted. Hesitating, he didn't expect the door to suddenly swing open.
Your eyes were wide as you looked him over. “Are you ok? You disappeared, I wasn't sure what was going on.” Reached out to him, searching for any injuries.
Smiling down at you, he shakes his head. What possessed him to believe you didn't care for him. Gone for an afternoon and you were worrying over him. “Just a quick errand. But we need to talk.”
You step back, concern growing on your face. “OK, let me make some tea.” Going to the kitchen, you set about your task. Trying to convince yourself that you're not stalling. What could he possibly want to talk about? Was your relationship not what he wanted? Were you not providing enough? Did he want to leave?
Your hands tremble as you place the mugs on the counter. Almost dropping one as a large hand lands on top of yours. “I love you.” Your head whips towards him. What?
He was the type to always speak his mind. And once he figured out his feelings, he wanted them to be known. It was easier than overthinking things.
You weren't sure if you were relieved or bewildered. Honestly, a mixture was more accurate. Though that didn't stop you from answering the statement. “I love you too.”
A gentle smile settles on his face. Bringing a hand up to cup your soft face he leans closer. “I know humans do this differently. But I want to make it official.” He pulls a braided necklace from his pocket and offers it to you.
It's mostly made of thick silky strands woven together. A couple of brightly colored fibers show here and there. You gasp as you realize why those pieces are so familiar. The friendship bracelet from so long ago was braided into what looked like his hair.
Securing it around your neck, he smooths it out against your skin. “Weaving together parts of both beings binds them as mates. Will you accept me as yours, as I do with you?”
Caressing the necklace with watery eyes, you nod. Sliding your plush arms around his neck. You bring him down in a tender embrace. He cradles the back of your head. Sealing your soft lips in a delicate kiss.
Lingering in the pleasant moment, you finally pull back. Wiping at your shiny eyes, you smile and lean in once again. Swearing that you could hear fireworks as your lips touched once more.
He holds you in that dimly lit kitchen. Knowing that he would do whatever he could in his power to keep you safe. Treasuring you and what may come your way. Because you are his precious human. And nothing could take you from him.
People die on the job every summer. Remember that water and shade breaks are crucial when working in the heat, and calling emergency services for signs of serious heat illness (fatigue, nausea/vomiting, headaches, dizziness, clammy skin, confusion, agitation, slurred speech, high body temperature, rapid heart rate, etc.) is entirely appropriate. If you’re afraid to call 911 for reasons such as being undocumented, you’ll need to get very familiar with how to prevent, recognize, and treat heat illness. If you are symptomatic and not allowed a break, water, or medical treatment, walk out. No matter how broke you are, your job is not worth your life.
Being henchmen was hard work. So it wasn't a surprise that Rocksteady and Bebop had a favorite bodega. Though it wasn't the snacks that always had them coming back.
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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Here with a very underrated duo. I mean who doesn't like a pair of mutated himbos. It was only a matter of time before I sunk my claws into something tmnt. So why not start with the least written for.
They tip toed out of the lair. It was one thing to make a midnight snack run. But it was a whole other thing to get caught doing it. A shiver ran down Rocksteady's spine at the thought of what Shredder might do. Their last punishment involved being test dummies for new weapons. Sure they were super resilient, that didn't mean it hurt any less.
Still the allure of their favorite corner bodega was too great. It wasn't hindered by your presence there either. The eldest of the couple that owns the store.
You were glorious, all curves and sweet smiles. It's enough to make their pulses hammer and eyes turn to hearts. You were the first person to treat them human after their mutation. Really you're the only person to send any humanity their way.
Maybe that was the reason they saw red as that thug pointed a gun at you. Your wide panicked eyes darting between the gun and cash register. Hands trembling as you stuffed the bills into a thank you bag.
It only took a split second for them to act. Rocksteady rammed through the door straight into the masked man. Paying no mind to the glass shattering around him. No, not even the weapon swinging in his direction was important. The only thing that mattered was keeping you safe.
Bebop wasn't far behind. Rushing in, he put himself between you and the man. Knowing his partner would take care of business. Your safety was number one priority. Wrapping you in his arms, he drops to the ground.
Your head was spinning from the whiplash. To go from a robbery one moment and encased in warm strong arms the next. It was shocking. So surprising that as the warthog asks you if you were alright. Your world went black.
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You came to surrounded by noise. It was startling and caused you to shoot up in a sitting position. Only to fall back again as your head meets something supremely solid.
Shifting on the cold linoleum floor, you squint up. Not wanting to risk another collision. Above you stood a bipedal warthog and rhino. This would have also been a surprise. If they hadn't recently become your most loyal night time customers.
The first time they had made their way into your family's bodega, you were intrigued. They were draped in whatever they could cover themselves in. Blankets, oversized coats, and hats that were comically small.
As summer rolled in, a particularly sweltering day reared its ugly head. Causing the two to pant and pick at their sweat covered disguises. You couldn't stand it. There wasn't anyone in the shop, so why should they suffer? For your benefit? No, it was ridiculous.
“You know you guys can get comfortable. This is New York. I'm sure I've seen crazier.” You were casual with your tone. Though there always was something about them that made you curious. Between their huge frames and flashes of unusual skin under their layers. It was hard to not want more than a glimpse.
To say that they exceeded your expectations would be an understatement. They're horns and tusks were larger than you had seen in any museum. Thick skin bristled with wiry hair. And muscles for days. But all of that paled in comparison to how beautiful their eyes were. Shining bright under the cheap fluorescent light. Gleaming with hope that you wouldn't be scared.
Which was easy to do. In the weeks of spending time with these mutants, no guys. You had grown fond of them. Trading jokes and filling in the lonely nights. Where you used to have the occasional customer who wanted to get in and out after a long day. Your late nights were now full of warmth and laughter.
So to now have them fusing over your prone form. Well, you couldn't help yourself as giggles burst out of you.
They brightened at the sound of your laughter. “You had us scared there darlin’. Can't have our favorite human dyin’ on us.” For as much as he tried to sound casual. Rocksteady's was dead serious. His pulse was still thrumming in his ears.
Nodding, Bebop holds out a hand. Gently hefting you up as you took it. Taking a moment to enjoy your soft warm body against his. “Yeah, you shoulda have seen that dude run away. He couldn't handle the boom we brought.”
The boys high five and flexed to show off their already obvious muscles. They enjoyed the attention you gave them. Soaking in ever exaggerated ooh and ahh. It was always nice to be appreciated. You were the only one to make them feel that way in a long time.
If they were honest. It was better that you hadn't seen what they had done to the thug. As messed up as the ramming had made him. It couldn't hold a candle to the things that had followed. You were what stopped them from taking him out. Knowing how devastated you would be to know what they had done. It was enough to make them not finish the job. But that didn't mean that some lasting damage wasn't done.
Still as they watched you offer all sorts of treats as a thank you. They wouldn't have done it any other way. Well…maybe they would have tried to keep your door intact.
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After that night their visits became even more frequent. It was usually both of them. Though there were a few occasions where only one of them showed up. It was funny how similar yet different they were. While being together for so long had caused parts of their personalities to blend together. There were definitely moments when they felt worlds apart.
Bebop would do anything to get a laugh out of you. On your worst days he could get you to crack a smile. Rocksteady would always stay close to you. Eyes never straying far from you. Ready at the drop of a hat to help you.
It was nice to have them around. Which you should be thankful for feeling that way. Since the robbery, they were around a lot more. Which you were grateful for. You wouldn't have guessed that a rhino and warthog would help you cope with trauma. But there they were. Every time you would glance at the door. Or tense up because of a sudden noise. They were there.
Another factor of this event was how much closer you had become. In more ways than one. Late night talks and shared meals were a regular occurrence now.
Not to mention how much more touchy they had become. Sure they had brushed against you from time to time. Though things had shifted since that day. Bebop wouldn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you from behind. Enveloping your plush form in his warm embrace. Not one to be shown up. Rocksteady had the habit of pulling you into his lap. Enjoy how you would squirm, then finally settle in.
It was these moments that made you start to question just how you felt about the men. Something had been blooming since that night. As you looked between the two, you weren't sure what to do. Not wanting to risk losing what you already had. It would be devastating to not have them in your life.
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It's like you were trying to kill them. There was only so much a couple of hot blooded men could take. Mutated or not, you were driving them insane.
Sure it wasn't your fault the ac was broken. But did you have to put on that! Shorts that did nothing to hide your thick thighs. And your top, every time you reach for anything. Your soft stomach would be on display. Stretch marks and rolls visible for anyone to ogle. Even your sweat was working against them. Making your clothes stick to you in a tantalizing way.
They tried to keep their cool. But every time you bent over to stock something. It was a fight to see who would get the better view. It was during one of these wrestling matches that you called them out.
“Are you guys going to be weird all night? Or are you going to tell me what's going on?” You didn't have the time to be tactful. Between the heat and their behavior. Your patience was running thin.
They kept glancing between each other and you. You were ready to explode at them. Until the warthog blurts out the reason. “It's you honey. How could we act normal when you look like that?”
Your brows pinch together as you stare at them. Catching your reflection in a nearby drink cooler, you scrutinize yourself. Hair a mess, sweat making your clothes stick to you, and full face flush. You shoot them a look. “Really?”
Rocksteady nods as he backs up his friend's claim. “Course, I mean look at you. All hot and bothered, more skin than we've ever seen of ya. Who wouldn't be into that.” It was stated as a plain fact. Because to them it was.
You were glad that your cheeks were already tinged with red. It was a lot easier to hide how much they were affecting you. Though as you watch how enthusiastically the men agree with each other. You can't help smiling and shaking your head.
“Well stop gawking and get over here. The faster I get this restock done. The quicker we can figure out this whole situation.” You had to hold back your laughter at how swiftly they moved after that.
If only you knew just how long that had been into you. How many nights they fantasized about you. How you were always their choice of discussion on their walk home. Now that they had the opportunity to live out those dreams.
It was an amazing revelation. To bad things couldn't stay in paradise.
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He frowned up at the sky as they sat on the roof. Glancing at the man beside him, his frown sours even further. “Do we really need to do this Frankie?”
The sneer that he sent him didn't feel like enough. “You don't know what it was like Carl. To have those things looming over me. The things they did…threatened to do.” A harsh shiver ran through him and it had nothing to do with the drizzle overhead.
Shrugging, he buried himself further in his coat. He had to admit that the man hadn't been the same since that night. It was supposed to be a simple cash grab. But he had changed since then. Skittish, always on edge.
Which is why he thought it was stupid to involve himself with these people again. But an obsession had started since that night. Frankie had made it his personal mission to get back at the people who had scarred him. The only reason he had followed along was so no one took it too far. He had been friends with the man for too long to let him go down this kind of path. He didn't want him ending up in prison or a casket.
The paranoid man perked up as the bell chimed above the door. The two freaks walked out, but turned back as you stuck your head out. You talked so easily with them. Like you had no idea just what type of things they were. Then you kissed them. First the Rhino, then the Warthog pushed him out of the way to get a smooch of his own.
It made him see red. Couldn't you see they were lower than scum! To think you would be intimate with those things. He had to do it tonight. Knowing that a human was being tainted by these creatures. He couldn't let this go on any longer.
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Your eyes eagerly shift towards the door as it opens. The boys were back sooner than expected. Hopefully they hadn't forgotten anything.
As your gaze landed on two very different men, you sagged in disappointment. Still you greeted them all the same. It wasn't like you didn't get the occasional night time customers. This was just the first time in a while without the boys at your side.
You would have continued to think about the two mutants. If not for the fact of the shorter of the new pair striding towards you. “You're coming with us.”
Eyes widening at the demand, you begin to tuck further behind the counter. His hand shoots out and pins yours in a death grip. Not even turning to the other man he says. “Grab them.”
The taller man hesitates, looking between the two of you. “I don't know about this. I thought we were just going to talk.”
His answer came in an angry hiss. “Did you see the way they treated those…those things? It's too late to talk. We need to get them out of this.”
You were beyond confused and freaked out. What was going on? Who were these people? As that question flitted through your mind. You couldn't help but remember that incident all that time ago. The man's voice crushing your wrist became all too familiar.
“You fucker!” Without hesitating you grabbed his hair and slammed his head to the counter.
In an instant things went to hell in a hand basket. A crunch filled the room as his nose met the vinyl surface. Blood spurting across the slick top. He screeched as he leapt away from you. Finally releasing your bruised wrist. His partner yelps and freezes. Twitching in place as he tries to decide to bolt or stay.
Then the ding of the door chimes. Causing all of you to turn towards the entrance. Seeing it filled with two large bodies. A wave of emotion washes over the store. Relief courses through you as the other two men shrink away from the behemoths.
“I told you!” This is all the man gets out before he whips out a gun. You were faster than he gave you credit for. Jumping over the counter, you take him to the ground. As a loud bang fills the shop, you scream.
They reacted without a second thought. Pulling you off the scumbag, they toss him towards his friend. The two slam into a chip display. Scrambling to his feet, the taller man drags his friend away. Not quite sure if he was unconscious or dead. He didn't take to time to check as his sprinted from the scene.
Resting you across their laps, they stare down at you with glossy eyes. They couldn't lose you. You were the best thing to happen to them. Your warmth seeped into them, though the thought of it being your blood made them cringe.
Suddenly they're ripped from their grieving as you laugh. Only to stop with a wince. “You think that idiot can take me out?”
“You're alive!” Pulling you in for a hug, the warthog squeezes you tight. You hiss in pain, causing the other man to hit him on the head.
“Dummy, they were just shot.” Scooping you into his arms. The Rhino peels away your top and sighs in relief. It was only a graze.
This doesn't stop you from breathing through clenched teeth and swatting at him. “Hey, that hurts.” You scowl as they laugh at your reaction. It seemed now that you weren't dying, they were fine with being jerks.
Then a mischievous thought pops in your head. “Guess I'll have to find some other strong guys to help me heal. Too bad, I'm sure it will bring me close to whoever I pick. I might even need help bathing.” You wanted to cackle as they began apologizing. Begging you to let them help you.
As they started to fuss among each other over who would do a better job, you smiled. Sure, they wouldn't have been most people's first choice. But you would pick them over anyone else. Knowing they would do the same for you.
Harry had never wanted to leave his life on land for the sea. Though his life changes course even further as pirates steal him away. What misfortune will these skallywags force upon him?
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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. A recent listen through of Saw Bones. Really recommend this podcast by the way, if you're into weird medical stuff that is. I found out about pirates stealing doctors and even medical trunks from other ships.
Well this spawned an idea for a character that has been on my to write list since the beginning. Sir Henry Goodsir, one of my many loves. So to say this story took over my mind, is an understatement.
He breathes heavily, being pushed along with the rest of the crew. Pulse hammering in his ears as they line them up. Pirates had boarded their Naval ship. He wasn't sure if they were dimwitted or truly skilled.
Everyone was shouting. Even as they were pushed into place, the men complained loudly. That was until a shot cracked through the rabble. Silencing the crowd in turn.
A goddess stood before them. All soft curves and powerful presence. The type of woman that could command a room just by entering it.
Stepping off of the plank that connects the two ships. You cut through the men with your harsh gaze. “We've come for your doctor and medical supplies. Failure to comply with these commands will result in pointless death.”
When no answer is made, your eyes find the Commanding Officer. Deliberately stalking your way over to him, you sneer. “It seems that I didn't make myself clear.” You lift the man by his collar and pin him to the main mast. “So I will be a bit clearer with my instructions. Bring me the doctor and your medical trunk. Or your head will be the first to roll.”
With that you drop him to the ground. Leaving him in a heap to scramble away. He gapes up at you as the men begin to squirm. Only one steps forward, Hickey. The man who has had it out for Harry since the beginning of their journey.
So it is no surprise when the man points him out. “There he is, or what we have left at least. He's the assistant, our head surgeon is dead.”
Your eyes are quick to narrow in on him. Nodding you motion to a few men to cease him. “Take him below deck to gather the necessary materials.”
With that he's once again jerked away. Made to take from his current crew and leave them in need. Packing up his meager effects. Along with what little medical supplies they had managed to keep on their voyage.
He worries what might be happening on the deck. What fate could the rest of the men have to suffer at these pirate's hands? It was almost too much to bear. Especially knowing what may happen to him.
As he's pulled from the ship he was meant to call home. He prays that the men he's leaving behind have a safe passage.
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He receives another shock as you show him his patient. A sinewy older man lays on a cot. Half conscious, he watches the doctor through bleary eyes.
“He got shot in our last raid. He didn't get lucky with the placement. Every time we try to take out the bullet, it gets worse.” You didn't take your eyes off the man as you spoke. Like the moment you looked away he may take a turn for the worst.
Nodding he steps up and starts his examination. The man had definitely led a harsh life. Blind in one eye and a hand shriveled by a burn. The puckered scar went all the way to the elbow.
The bullet hole was red and irritated. Tearing around the entrance showed trauma from your crew's attempt to extract the metal. Turning him over, he sees that you're telling the truth. No exit wound to be found.
Gathering his supplies, he expects you to leave the room. Most people didn't like witnessing his work. But you stood there, always keeping your eyes on the bedridden man.
“This will be difficult, I'll need someone to hold him down. I can't risk him moving while I perform.” He supposed that you would call someone in. Though surprise washes over him as you step forward.
“Aye, I figured as much. Can't leave my first mate to his own devices.” Getting into position, you brace against the man.
Tucking away your comment, he gets to work. True to his word the man tried to jerk out of your grip. Though you held fast against the flailing. Muscles flexing under the effort. He tried to not let that feat distract him.
It took longer than he would have liked. But after a bit of prying. He managed to dig the obstruction free.
Taking only a moment to catch his breath. He notices your hardened gaze on him. A part of him wanted to ask you about the man. The whole ordeal really. Instead he set about cleaning and patching the wound.
As the minutes ticked by, he expected you to leave. Instead you stuck by the injured man. Offering him a pat anytime he winced in discomfort. The entire time you were silent, but your presence still filled the room.
It wasn't until the doctor was cleaning up his instruments that the man spoke. “By the gods you did it. How did you get a doctor way out here?” His voice was hoarse with disuse. Though he seemed in high spirits for a man in his condition.
You scoffed at the man as you pulled a flask from your jacket. “Made a deal with the sea herself.”
His loud laughter quickly turns into a coughing fit. You urge him to sip from the flask. Strong hands helping support him. Speaking quietly to him, your gaze falls back on the curly haired man.
“You've earned your keep. Get one of the crew to take you to the galley.” With those instructions you turn away from him. Leaving him to find his way around the ship.
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While eating his meal, he can't help but take in the people around him. Most had injuries that would bar them from sailing. Limbs lost, needs for extra mobility, and sight issues were easy to pick up on.
Though as the young man who had taken charge of him. It was obvious that he had problems of his own. He sighed in relief when they had first made it to the dining area. Sitting heavily, he admitted to a heart condition.
He nodded jauntedly as he explained. “The ticker has been a problem since birth. Thought I wouldn't make it long.” He laughed at the memory. “No, the sea was calling and I was determined to answer.”
Not knowing what to say, he went with the simplest response. “I'm glad you could pursue your dreams.”
The boy let out another guffaw. Clapping the doctor on the back, startling him. “It's all thanks to the Captain. If it wasn't for her most of us would be tossed away.”
Noticing the grimace on the doctor’s face, he shrugs. A knowing twinkle settles in the young man's eyes. “You'll grow to love the Captain. Once you become a part of this crew…. Well it’s hard to imagine life any other way.”
Staying silent, Harry pushes the plate from him. His anxiety dampened his appetite. If only it was that simple. But he had seen what pirates would do to an upstanding citizen. No, he couldn't lay his trust in the hands of someone capable of that. He would just have to stay vigilant and find a means of escape.
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That would have been an obtainable goal. If not for the fact that you refused to leave the patient's side. Having your meals brought to the man's room. Planning your route as you glanced between him and your charts. It seemed as if you would only leave to relieve yourself.
He could feel your gaze piercing through him. Anytime he was in arms reach of the injured man, Ezekiel you had called him. You were there. Mouth in a thin line as he examined the man.
There was a part of him that respected you for that. While others would leave this man to his death. You refused to give up on him. It seemed to be a commonality among your crew.
That wasn't the only thing he had noticed about you. His eyes wandered more than he would like to admit. That first impression of you had seared into his thoughts. The close quarters had added fuel to those flames.
The way your clothes hugged your prominent curves. Or your wind swept hair framed your face. In any other circumstance he would have been too nervous to speak with you. Now it was his morals keeping him from you.
Though it seemed his gaze hadn't gone unnoticed. As one of the few times you left the room. A barking laugh interrupted his musings.
“You've got it bad boy.” He got straight to the point. The old man was never one to mince his words.
Gaping at the man, he begins sputtering out denials. How could he think that! It was beyond belief that he would ever….
A knowing smile crosses his face. A distant look in his eye as he starts to spin a yarn. "I was a broken man after my wife passed. Always thought I would be the first to go. But things don't work out the way we want.” Blinking quickly, he clears his throat. “So I tried to drown my sorrows. The bottles emptied and every night I would see her. It became too much to bear. Finally I decided that only one thing could take the pain away.”
The doctor waited patiently for the man to continue. Seeing where the story was going…. He didn't want to add pressure to the emotional tale.
Gathering himself, he finally starts back. “The sea wasn't picky with who it took. So, as I stood on that cliff. I was prepared to take the leap. Hoping that Lucy would meet me on the other side. At least, that was the plan. A faint figure on the horizon caught my attention. A child was barely keeping their head above the waves.”
He shakes his head in amusement and shrugs. “One moment I was ready to throw it all away. My life meant nothing to me. The second another was in danger, I couldn't turn away. No, she wouldn't want me to.”
“It wasn't an easy thing. The kid struggled even in my grasp. Fighting for her life. Once we were on shore, I got a good look at her. Like a little cherub, all pudgy and frowning. It was a miracle she didn't attack me in the sand. But the Captain always did have her walls up.”
He watches as the doctor's eyebrows shoot up. It was a story that few had heard. The effect was all the same. “It changed me. From that day on, I had a new purpose. Someone that depended on me.” He shifts a bit in his cot. Grimacing at the jolt it shoots down his leg.
“Now look at her. From a runt to a Captain. And a damn good one at that. You ask anyone that's been on this ship. They would lay their life down for her. But she would never give them the chance. So get all that good and bad shit out of your head. We're all just people doc. Some people's good is different from others.”
He wasn't sure what shocked him more. The speech or slap that the man landed on his back. You wouldn't think he had been bed ridden with the power behind it. All the same, he nodded. “I'll keep that in mind sir.”
Waving his hand, he frowns. “None of that sir stuff. What are you trying to put me in an early grave? I'm not that old.” Settling back into his bunk. His grin returns mischievous. “You wouldn't happen to be interested in a few more stories about our dear Captain?” Without waiting for an answer the man launches into a plethora of memories.
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It wasn't long after this that his eyes seemed to always follow you. Now that Ezekiel was on the mend, you were back to your duties.
Taking in the way you treated the crew. Looking after them and being their pillar. It was astonishing. Your patience with their abilities. Though you didn't allow them to slack off. A person was meant to work if they were on your vessel.
You were even filling in as midwife for your navigator. The woman looked ready to burst. Your fortitude never wavered even as she yelled at you through the contractions.
This was the night that things changed between you. Calling for him, he darted across the deck towards your voice. Bursting into the room, he didn't expect you to be handling the delivery so well. It would have been a flawless birth. If it wasn't for the orientation of the baby, a breech birth.
You calmly, much cooler than he would have managed, asked for his assistance. “If you could help. I've not dealt with this before.”
Nodding, he quickly gets into position. “I'll do my best.” He expected you to stay next to him. Watch his every move like a hawk. Instead you relaxed a bit and went to the woman's side. Soothing the anxious mother.
He went about his work. More worried about losing a life. Than analyze your actions. There would be time for such trivial things later.
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It was grueling, but everybody came out of it unharmed. The mother was cuddling the baby to her chest. Cooing to the new bundle of joy.
He is swept up by a wave of familiarity as he packs away his tools. There you were, working together to save someone. It was something he could now think fondly of.
Taking his leave, he didn't expect a hand to grasp his shoulder. Looking back, he was shocked to see how close you were to him. Your full face weary, yet satisfied. “If you have the time doctor. I'd appreciate a word with you in my quarters.”
He nodded without hesitation. “Of course.” Following behind, he felt a bout of nerves settle within himself. Has he truly been alone with you since his departure from the Naval ship? Not just alone, but in your personal cabin. It was enough to make his heart hammer. Ezekiel's words echo in his head as you guide him into the room.
You shut the door and turn towards the man. How he managed to look so put together after such an emergency was beyond you. Though, as your eyes sweep over him, your thoughts slip into other moments you had observed him. His lithe and skilled fingers tending to wounds. The way dark bags beneath his eyes only accentuated his pale features. Even his mutton chops, a choice you would look down on anyone else. Just seemed to frame his face all the better.
You gesture towards a couple of chairs and make your way towards them. He's quick to follow and take a seat. You surprise him by pouring two glasses of amber colored liquid. Then offer one of the glasses to him, before joining him.
“I would like to thank you for all that you have done for my crew. If it weren't for you then Ezekiel….” You pause, having a hard time even considering the alternative. “And once again you've proven your worth. We would have lost not one, but two lives without you tonight. For that, I once again thank you. You have been far too kind for someone in your position.”
He flushes before you. Your words shake him to his core. Gathering himself, he takes a sip of liquid courage. Focusing on the burn as he considers his next words. “I never want to be the reason for a life to be lost. To have saved three in such a short period of time has given me great pleasure.”
Another moment of silence passes between the two of you. Neither wanting to break the tender moment. So you both sat there, sipping at your drinks. Swaying with the waves of the ocean. Letting the motion rock you into a pleasant doze.
You were the one to break the silence. “We make port in a fortnight. I'll leave the decision to you.”
He starts at the statement. Though he nods all the same. With the peace broken and a new decision to be made. He wishes you a good night and departs.
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He had agonized over the choice since your conversation. A part of him longed for his freedom. Until he came to the realization. Had he truly lost his liberty? He was treated far better on your vessel than he ever had been on the previous. The crew spoke to him with respect. Listened to his instructions and even came to him for conversation. It was truly a pleasant ship to be upon.
There was also his feelings for you. What had begun as a passing fancy. Quickly evolved into a burning desire. He thought of you often, especially in the quiet night hours. Every dream he had revolved around your supple form. A fact that he kept tucked tightly to his chest.
You had even extended an invitation to him. Since then you had spent each evening after dinner enjoying each other's company. It would usually start in amiable silence. Sipping on whatever dark liquid you had chosen for both of you to enjoy.
As time passed his belly would warm with booze. Stories would begin to spill from his lips. About his childhood, how he was brought up in the world of doctors. Expected to follow the family's example. Though he preferred the history of medicine, rather than the practice.
Then after a bit more to drink than he would have usually allowed. He spoke of the Naval ship he was previously employed. “They were an alright lot. Other than Hickey that is.”
You easily picked up the annoyance in his tone. “That must be the yellow belly that pointed you out.” Holding back a laugh as he sputters, you smile. “He's not worth the sun to bleach his bones. A true swab that one.”
A guffaw burst forth from the man. Your smile grows at the joy spreading across the man's expression. Nodding feverishly, he wipes at his watering eyes as he calms. “He truly is. I have to say that your crew is much more agreeable. Even if the start of our relationship wasn't the best.”
A solemn nod is your immediate answer. “I will admit it wasn't my first choice. Though my desperation had become too great. I couldn't let Ezekiel, my father, suffer like that. The best care I could provide was a bullet. And there is no way I wouldn't try everything in my power to avoid that.”
He attempted to formulate a reply. But found himself coming up short. How could he compare any of his experiences to yours?
Your voice filled the silence sooner than he would have predicted. “I know that this wasn't the way you thought life would go. I understand that we tore you from your previous path. But we have been grateful for you. Your experience and dedication to saving others is astounding. Hopefully we've shown how indebted we feel.”
You have once again stupefied him. Though it was much easier to work through his thoughts this time. “I have come to realize that I'm lucky. That day could have gone very differently. A different ship could have attempted the same actions. Or Hickey could betray me in a more violent way…. Instead I ended up here. And went on a wonderful journey with equally amazing people.”
There was a part of him holding back his words. Wanting to say that you were the top of that list. Your kindness and compassion had won him over from the start.
Instead both of you enjoyed the sweet hush that followed. Each wondering how the next day will go once you make landfall.
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It was difficult for him to enjoy the brisk sea breeze that morning. Today was the day. The day they would make port. When he was expected to make a crucial decision. Leave or stay.
His answer would have been simple in the beginning. Any honest man would refuse to stay with pirates. Fearing for their life and morals. It would only be a matter of time before you would be corrupted yourself.
Now…it was a different story. He had spent time with the crew. Made bonds and relationships that had carved into his very being. Especially you.
He had cursed your very soul when you had captured him. Though that resolve began to crack as he learned the reason. And each interaction after that chipped away his last bits of resistance.
The long nights taking care of others. You were there by his side. The longing glances and lingering touches. Late night conversation, followed by dreams filled with your plush form.
Shaking away such unbecoming thoughts, he makes his way onto the deck. Even as the crew went about their work, eyes glanced at him. Everyone is wondering about the outcome of his decision.
It was only when your voice rang out orders that the ship started bustling with working hands. Your boots land heavy on the wooden deck. Making your way over to him, you wait.
His eyes darted around the ship. Thoughts ravage his mind. Possibilities racing faster and faster.
As his gaze finally lands on you, they quiet. A tranquility that only the sea can bring sweeps over him. At that moment, his decision was final.
Smiling sheepishly at you, he says. “I suppose that I'll be needing to make landfall. It's good for a ship's doctor to be properly supplied.”
He watches as your expression goes from placid to grinning. It was wonderfully beautiful. Though what was even more dazzling was the embrace you brought him into.
As the cheers sounded around you both. He couldn't pull his focus away from you. Your reaction, your warmth, and the feel of you against him. It was something he would treasure. Hoping that the future would be filled with more memories like these.
Guys, I am lost in the sauce with this current story. I keep thinking I'm going to only have one more scene. But low and behold it flows into another one.
I'm over 3000 words and counting. If I'm not careful, this could easily overtake my current longest story.
So just an explanation of why this fic is so long. Despite it being from a show that has so little written for it. But you know I love obscure stuff just as much as mainstream things.
Anywho, wanted to let you know my muse has a grip on me this time.
Trying to figure out how to draw armour.
These are some of my notes I uploaded on patreon. A lot more to come since I really want to figure this one out.
To say that dog sitting wasn't top of his priority list would be an understatement. But that's nothing, a helping hand from the Forgers’ lovely new neighbor can't help brighten up. How will the week conclude as the task ends and feelings are still brewing?
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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I'm doing a watch through of Spy x Family. And immediately latched onto Franky as a favorite character. Between him being a simp yet totally hopeless to love. It was impossible for me to not love him. All he needed was a cute chubby reader by his side.
Though I will say, he isn't the only one from the series on my to write list.
This was unbelievable. A dog was getting one over on him. No amount of treats or how quick he was. Bond wouldn't let him put the leash on his collar.
“Come on mutt. Don't you want to go for a walk?” He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible. But it was hard when you were panting and fuming. Why did he say yes to Twilight again?
He would have continued chasing the behemoth. If not for a knock at the door. Glancing between the dog and the door, he contemplates answering it. This was the closest he had gotten. Though as a soft voice rang out, he didn't hesitate.
Sprinting to the door, he slings it open. A goddess stood before him. Plush body filling out your clothes in a mesmerizing way. A quiet gasp leaves your plump lips. His eyes widened as he took you in. Not quite believing his luck.
Your hand was raised for another knock. So you quickly tuck it into your full chest. An action that makes him immensely jealous of that hand. “Um, is everything OK here?”
Your voice was just as pleasant as the rest of you. He could honestly hear you speak for hours. Hanging on every word as he enjoyed your presence.
Shaking himself from such distracting thoughts, he looks over his shoulder. “Yeah, I'm dog sitting while the Forgers are on a cruise. And I'm having a bit of trouble taking Bond on a walk.”
Your expression lights up at the mention of the family. They were great neighbors. When you recently moved in, they were the first to help you. Even little Anya lended a hand. Though you made sure she only carried light boxes.
Since then you had repaid them with homemade sweets as a thank you. While also keeping in contact. You usually walked with Yor on the way to work. Your work was a mere block away from the Berlint City Hall. She was such a wonderful walking partner. You always loved hearing all the antics their family had gone through.
So it was a shock to see this total stranger in their home. Now that he mentioned it, they had said something about an outing. As Anya loved to call it an ooting.
Looking him over, a nickname pops in your mind. “Oh, you're Scruffy Head!” Your hands fly to your mouth. How could you let that slip out! Sure when the young girl said it you knew she meant well. It was usually followed with how much fun she had had with him.
Taking his hand into your own you began to babble out apologies. “I'm so sorry. I've never heard your name. And uh, that's what Anya calls you. So the nickname stuck in my head….”
You keep talking, but he has a hard time focusing on that. Your warm soft hand was wrapped around his. Even as you rambled, you kept it in your grasp. He was in heaven.
He would have continued flying among angels. If not for you suddenly dropping his hand. He jerked back to reality and noticed you squatting. His recent nemesis had stolen your attention. On top of that the dog was lapping up your affection. He was seething.
After a few more pats, you stand. Holding out your hand, you introduce yourself properly. “I'm (Y/N). I'm sorry again about the name thing. If you'd like, I could help out with Bond.” You look at him through your lashes before you continue. A small blush settling on your full face. “If you'd like the help that is.”
He clips on the leash before you or the dog could register it. Much too eager to accept your company. “That sounds great. I'm Franky by the way. But you can call me whatever you like.”
Giggling you feel the tension leave you. Glad that you hadn't made too bad of a first impression.
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This was the beginning of a trend. Cursing and bumping would come for the apartment next door. You would knock and offer your help. Without fail the large dog would settle down and come right up to you. Allowing the frustrated man to finally get control of the behemoth. And agree whole heartedly to your request.
It was eerie how quickly the dog would calm at the sight of you. Almost like it was his plan all along. His tail wagged as he glanced between the two of you. Tongue lulled out as he panted. Happy to be out on a walk with good humans.
All the while Franky was a mess. His heart racing with such an otherworldly beauty next to him. It was as if you had been plucked from his dream and placed beside him. All soft curves and sweet smiles. Almost too much for him to handle.
He had done a little digging after your first meeting. Had to make sure you weren't part of the secret police or something. No, operation Strix was too important to let a pretty face ruin it.
Thankfully your records were squeaky clean. His thoroughness absolutely had nothing to do with his sudden interest in you. So finding out where you worked. Or your home town, so he could see if there were any local restaurants with the same cuisine. Really, it was just a coincidence.
This was what led him to the current conversation. “Have you ever been to Tonio's? It's this place by the river that makes great pasta dishes.”
Your eyes light up at the mention. It had been a while since you had any pasta. “No I haven't. To be honest I haven't had a chance to explore much. I'm newer to the area. Not to mention how much time my work takes up.”
He shrugs his shoulders and sheepishly grins. “I get that. I bring my work home more than I would like.” He side eyes the dog trotting ahead of them. “I could swing by the next time I check in on Bond. Bring over some take out, if you'd like.”
Your smile brightened at the offer. Though you insisted on paying for the meal. He was already doing enough by picking it up. After a bit of back and forth he finally relented. But only if he could pay for the next meal.
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Franky paced as he waited for the Forgers to return. He had started this week dreading dog sitting. Now he didn't want to give up the task. Sure he could run into you around town. Especially since he knew where you lived and worked.
It wouldn't be the same though. When he came over for Bond, you would greet him. It was almost like having someone waiting for you at home. Something he had never experienced. He didn't want to give up now that he had had a taste.
Twilight noticed the informant's mood immediately. He had expected the man to rant and rave about how much work the dog had been. Instead he just sighed and kept wistfully looking at the door.
“We brought you a souvenir. The snack selection was excellent on the cruise.” Even the brag and gift didn't snap him out of it. It was a pleasant change of pace, but it made the blonde uneasy. Was this a sign that something had happened?
Excusing himself, he tells Yor and Anya that he wanted to see Franky out. As the door shuts behind them, he shoots the curly haired man a sharp look. “Did something happen while we were away?”
The shorter man shrugs, keeping his eyes on your door. What was he supposed to tell him? He met his neighbor and they bonded as they cared for his dog. That was another thing he was worried about. Did you only spend time with him out of pity? Oh, this guy can't even handle a dog. Guess I'll step in for the mutt's sake. Man, he really was pathetic.
Shaking his head he finally pulls himself from his depressing thoughts. “Just had a good time with Bond is all. Gonna miss the big guy.” It was a half truth, but true all the same.
The blonde could tell there was more to the story. Though he knew it wasn't quite time to pry. “Oh, well you can come visit him at any time. I'm sure he'd enjoy the company”
“Yeah.” The answer was dismissive at best. He couldn't stop staring at your door. It wasn't until the taller man shifted to block the door. That he realized the intensity of his gaze.
Eyes narrowing at the curly haired man, he huffs. “Want to tell me what's really going on.”
This is all it takes for him to crack. A floodgates of pent up emotions burst forth. He starts telling him how you had offered to help. A complete stranger was willing to lend him a hand.
But you didn't stay strangers long. Each of you comes up with ways to spend time with the other. He mentions his hobby of inventing. Instead of brushing it off you listen to every rambling word. Asking questions of your own.
Not to mention how gorgeous you are. A goddess among mortals. How could he not follow your every step? When the view is that good.
In that short week his feelings had blossomed into a garden of affection. Though as he tells the spy. Eyes still trained on your apartment. He hesitates. What are your feelings in all this? He was known to push things too fast. Read into signs that weren't there. Was this history repeating itself?
The blonde expression becomes thoughtful. While the informant was known to be a bit pathetic when it came to romance. He knew of his neighbor's shut in tendencies. For her to choose to spend time with him. It was unusual.
Placing a hand on the man's shoulder, he smiles reassuringly. “I believe (Y/N) is a good person. And that you may not get this opportunity again. We should enjoy life while we can.” With a squeeze he hopes the man will consider what he's said. They both know what could happen in less peaceful times. Why take things for granted?
Twilight disappears back into his home. Leaving Franky to gape behind him. Yeah, that was easy for him to say. A guy that found a family in a few days.
Shuffling his way to your door, he sags. Why was this so hard? Any moment in your presence was wonderful. But this was different. Every other relationship had felt great in the beginning. Only to end up one sided. In hindsight it was obvious.
Though he had never felt the same click with anyone else. Did you feel the same? He felt like he was running in circles. The only way he could find out was asking you.
Still as he raised his hand, it fell limply at his side again. Was it worth the risk of rejection? To watch your face screw up in disgust or pity. He wasn't sure he could handle it, not from you.
Turning his back to your door, he leaves dejected. Not expecting a hand to suddenly grab his arm. As he faces towards you, he's transported to the day you met. Your embarrassed expression, flushed cheeks and slight pant. It was almost too much.
Wide eyed, your soft warm hand released his arm. “I uh, hope this isn't too forward. But I wanted to stay in touch.” Holding out a piece of paper, you fidget as he reads it.
He looks over the writing. Then reread it a few times. We're you really giving him your number. His pulse rages in his ears. Meeting your gaze, his heart skips a beat. Your hopeful expression was being clouded with nervous fidgeting. Making sure to safely store the important document in his pocket. He sweeps your hands into his own and laughs. Relief bursting from him as it finally settles in. You felt the same!
“Of course I want to see you again. Who wouldn't want to. Someone as amazing as you would be hard to stay away from.” He reveled in the way your blush spreads. It made his heart sing in your honor. Which began to bellow in song at your next words.
“Wonderful, there's actually a festival this weekend. I was hoping to go and would love your companionship there.” There was no hesitation in your offer this time. His enthusiastic acceptance of your number had soothed your anxiety. So it was easy to set the date.
He once again agrees with excitement. The two of you begin to plan out your excursion. Not realizing that a certain WISE agent was keeping an eye on the situation. Seeing that his colleague, no friend, was doing more than alright. He turns away to see to his own happy relationships. Knowing that this will be a good match too.
Ghost with demons!
TF 141 with dogs🐶
It's been a while painting full rendered pieces, enjoyed a lot!
Inspired from awesome @yourfaithfulauthor's request.
I'm doing something a bit unhinged and printing as many sword bookmarks as I can manage by Saturday. My aunt and I are going to a local convention,dressed as Thor and Loki.
I've always wanted to be the type of person to dress up and hand out trinkets. So why not give away dagger adjacent thing cosplaying as a Trickster God. I only hope I can bring a bit of whimsy for some people there.
Waking up next to a stranger in Vegas isn't a surprise. But waking up next to your coworker with new jewelry on. That's a whole different situation. How will Roberto deal with the feelings that had been pushed down coming to light?
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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Showing more love for side characters that don't get enough. The second my gaze was drawn to this scruffy guy I was hooked. So of course he needed a fic dedicated to him. And I've wanted to do the married in Vegas troupe for a while. He just so happened to fit nicely into my idea.
Sunlight blares through his shut eyelids. He squeezes them shut tighter, hoping that might help him fall back asleep. But the raging headache pounding away at his head throws a wrench in that plan.
Rolling onto his back, he groans. Then his eyes shoot open as he comes in contact with something warm and soft. Something that definitely shouldn't be in bed with him. Squinting, he takes in his surroundings. He was in his hotel room, that was a relief. Half dressed and on top of the blankets. Next to you, his younger coworker.
Even as the panic spreads through him. He can't help but admire your beauty. You were in an equal state of undress. While not nude, that didn't stop him from drinking in your supple form. Every dip and curve he took in and tried to commit them to memory. There was no telling if he would ever get a chance like this again.
Tearing his gaze away, he sits up. Almost flopping back down as a jolt of pain rings in his head. Hissing through the discomfort, he makes his way to the bathroom. It was one thing to freak out. But doing so on a full bladder was not a possibility.
Finishing up, he heads back into the main room. Hoping that the overpriced mini bar has something to help with this pounding in his skull. Only to stop as you blink at him from the bed. It seemed you weren't far off from the same condition he was in. You still looked great, even as you held your head in your hands.
“Ugh, what time is it?” His brow furrows at your question. Still that didn't stop him from checking you out as he searched the room for a clock.
The bright red numbers blared at him from the nightstand. “A bit after noon.” He definitely didn't expect your reaction. You were on your feet in a moment. Followed by your hand flying to your plush stomach. Darting forward, he steadies your swaying form. Trying not to focus on how good you felt in his arms.
To focused on a quick retreat to the restroom. You don't make out how flustered the man is in front of you. Or the new rings around both of your fingers.
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After a short trip to the bathroom. That you were admittedly trying not to panic during. Because this was obviously his room. Between the lack of toiletries, of course this man would only bring a comb to Vegas. And his luggage right by the entrance. It wasn't hard to deduce where you had spent the night.
You don't feel the familiar ache after a night of intimacy. So you swat that intriguing idea from your mind. Sure, Roberto was gruff and straightforward with his opinions. But that didn't mean that you hadn't appreciated his handsome rugged looks. Or the way his broad shoulders fill out his jacket.
Shaking the thoughts that you had no time for from your mind. You make your way back out. He was thankfully focused on his phone. So you quickly threw on your clothes that were scattered about. Fighting away another bout of flush from taking over your full face. While also trying desperately to remember last night. Though any critical thinking is met with a pang of discomfort in your head.
Finishing up, he finally turns towards you. The expression of shock wasn't what you expected to meet you. He holds up his phone and confuses you even further. “Any idea what this is about?” Staring at the screen for a few moments you're not even sure yourself.
The two of you are there. You being held in his arms, smiling brightly at the camera. While he cradles your plush body and looks adoringly down at you. That would have been the odd thing about the picture. If it wasn't for the veil on top of your head and the over done chapel in the background.
You scrutinized the screen again and again. Making the mental note that it was his home screen photo for some reason. Then came to the only logical explanation you could. “Well, it seems like we had a drunken photo shoot last night.”
He rubs a hand over his weary face. “Then what about this.” He holds up his hand, showing off the new price of jewelry. It was simple and seemed a bit loose. Glancing down at your hand he smiles faintly. “You have a matching one too.”
Looking down, sure enough there was an equally simple ring. Your heart leapt at the evidence. Rushing over to the bed, you search for your phone. Finding it on the floor by the nightstand, your shock grows. You had more missed calls and messages than you could count. It was enough to make your head spin.
Setting the device back down, you turn towards your coworker. “I'm in severe need of some caffeine. Let's go somewhere and try to recall anything from last night.”
Nodding, he heads towards the door. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Maybe the buffet down stairs would still have some breakfast. His stomach twists as he thinks of food. Or maybe just some toast.
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They weren't expecting the fanfare as the elevator opened. It seemed that the staff had already met the newlyweds. Many well wishes were sent towards the De Niros, Mr. and Mrs. De Niro at that.
Both of you finally managed to find a table tucked away as much as you could. The two of you sat slumped over cups coffee.
While you nursed the steaming liquid, he couldn't help but steal glances at you. How you made a hangover look good was beyond him. The way your finger brushed hair framed your full face. Or your day-old outfit suited your soft body so well. It made him scoff into his drink at the absurdity of it all.
Though he wasn't the only one checking the other out. His rugged looks were only emphasized by his half buttoned shirt. Add onto that the way he lazily draped himself in the uncomfortable dining chair. It was endearingly annoying.
Peeling your eyes from him and in an attempt to clear your thoughts. You turn to the outrageous amount of messages on your phone. From congratulations, outburst of astonishment, and the occasional angry response. It didn't take long to parcel out what had happened. Checking your photos only cemented your suspensions. Roberto and you had gotten married last night.
Rubbing your temples, you turn towards the older man. Sure he wasn't a horrible choice, but you barely knew each other outside of work. Plus the man had made it obvious that he only viewed you as his junior. Not a potential love interest, unfortunately.
“Look, we made a drunken mistake. Neither of us planned for this. But we're both adults that can take care of all this.” You start flourishing your hands. Hoping that joking about the situation might make you less flustered. Running your fingers through your hair for what felt like the millionth time, you sigh. It would help if you could recall anything from the night before. Squinting at the man across from you, you decided it's time to start an investigation. “What do you remember of the incident last night?”
He wants to chuckle at the sudden switch. You may not have been in the field as long. But that didn't mean you were a bad reporter. In fact he had seen you drag a story out of someone more than once. You only needed to flash a smile and charm them. Your plush body was never a bad thing either. It was a wonderful way to disarm the people you were interviewing. He never expected it to be turned on him.
Taking a long draw from his cup, he tries to recall anything. “We finished up with the presentation. Then an old colleague invited us out for drinks.” Really the man had asked you out to drink. Though the guy wasn't worth your time. So he tagged along. Which was a good call. One drink in he was already asking what room you were in.
Nodding your head, you snap your fingers. “Yes, that guy was such a creep. I'm glad you didn't let me leave alone with him. Ok, what next?”
He hid the smug expression in his cup. Glad that he had made the right decision. “We decided to stay at the bar. They had a special on fruity drinks.” That was definitely the cause of the hangover and memory issues. Sugar did wonders to mask alcohol.
You snorted with laughter suddenly. “Right, I remember now. I was so surprised that you would drink something like that.”
He shrugs his shoulders and smiles. “They were damn good. Why would I pass up on something like that?” Watching as you spiral into another fit of giggles. Something else flashes in his mind. You had been laughing about the same thing last night.
You quieted down and furrowed your brow. “Woah, did you just get deja vu too?” He nods and tries to recall anything else. But stops as you slap a hand on the table. “We started talking about how much we hate dating.”
His eyes widened at your exclamation. It was coming back to him. Only in bits and pieces. Still the night was falling back into place in his mind.
You had clocked that creep and offered to buy him a drink as a thank you. He asked for the special. It didn't really matter to him what it was. Spending time away from work with you was enough for him. Just one drink and he would head up. No reason to intrude on your time off. Though he couldn't pass up on an opportunity to get to know you better.
As he was arguing with himself, the bartender set a monstrosity in front of him. It was basically a fish bowl of luminous liquid. Though he wasn't one to judge alcohol before partaking. You were practically howling with laughter as he took a taste. Eyes widening in surprise, he takes a bigger gulp.
Seeing how much he enjoys it, you ask for a sip. Next thing he knows you're ordering one for yourself. It didn't take long for the sweet liquid to loosen both of your filters.
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“Dating is useless, ya know. What's the point in it all? There are two outcomes. Breaking up or marriage. And no one's ever put a ring on it with me.” You leaned back in your chair as you complained. He would have been more worried for you. If it wasn't for the way your shirt was tantalizingly lifting up. The way your ample flesh spilled over your pants was mesmerizing.
How easily would his fingers sink into your pliable body? He was shook from his train of thought as you waved your hand in his face.
“Are you even listening?” The annoyance was clear on your face. Had he really been that enthralled by a sliver of your midriff?
“‘Course I am. I don't get it either kid. Someone should have snapped you up a long time ago. A goddess walking amongst us mortals. It's a damn shame. Anyone who has half a brain should jump at a chance with you. Me however, that's a different story.” He shrugs as if he had already made his point. Though the confusion in your expression was odd to him.
Placing your warm hands on his shoulders, you give him a little squeeze. “What are you talking about? You're one of the most respectful men I've ever met. On top of that you've got that ruggedly handsome thing going for you. Like one of those cowboys in a romance novel.”
As you turned the tables on him. A flush traveled up his neck, making its all the way to his ears. “That may be kid, but no one wants a grouchy old man like me.”
You seemed to take that personally. Slamming your hands on the table you shoot up. Then take a moment to steady your wobbling plump form. “Like hell I don't. Let's get out of here. We're getting hitched.”
With that you link arms with him. Rushing off to find the closest chapel. All the while he lets you lead him around. Though even when you loosened your grip. He stayed right behind you. Following his heart right along with you.
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As he pieced the night together. He relayed everything to you. Any gaps his inebriated mind had. You could usually fill in the gaps. By the end of your shared recounted memory, the both of you look put out.
Slumped forward with your head cupped in your hands, sighing heavily. “We were drunk. It was an easy mistake to make.” Peeking through your hands, you see the grimace on his face.
Dropping your hands, you place one on his own. “Hey, I meant what I said last night. Sure it took the booze to admit it. But there wasn't a word of it that was untrue.”
He perked up at that. A part of him had hoped that there was a bit of truth behind your words. “Same here.” It was short, but he meant it.
Then a sly smirk settled onto his expression. “Even the stuff in the hotel room?” His grin widened as you hid your face again. It had honestly been the first memory to come back. Your bodies flush together. You described all the things you wanted to do to him. As he trailed his lips down your neck. Strong fingers sinking into soft flesh. It was something that he wished would have ended in fireworks. Though by that point the alcohol had settled in. Causing the two of you to pass out before the grande finally.
Which was probably for the best. He didn't want to remember only bits and pieces of being with you. No, he wanted to keep every detail locked away in a special place in his mind. That way he could revisit it anytime he pleased.
As these thoughts rattled in his mind, he took you in. You were planning away on how to resolve the mess that both of you had gotten yourselves into. It made him wonder if he could convince you to stay married. After all, every cowboy needs to settle down at some point.
