#Like his cheek fluffs and his nose shape and tail shape and extra fluffy shoulder patch

[righteous-pines]

thought I’d share an older sketch of cat Jesus and his wife to tide yall over while I work on moon 1 pt 2

[flannel-cladpika]

Oikawa Toru x F! Reader - Finding You (Soulmate AU)

Request: Hi I was wondering if I could request number 28 from the soulmate Au list ? I was wondering if you could do Shinsou or oikawa ? Maybe with a female or nonbinary reader ? Amd maybe have it be fluff that eventually turns moderetly spicy if you feel comftroable with that? If not thats ok!

I really hope I requestes this correctly if not I'm so sorry !

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this ! Have an amazing day! And please drink some water !!

@moonstone777​​

My List of Soulmate AUs

TW: Fluff and Suggestive content

It was your 5th birthday when your spirit creature appeared.

You’d been awoken by movement coming from next to you in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the light coming in from your window.

Then, you heard shuffling coming from under the covers next to your head. You pulled back the blanket, and had to hold in your squeal from the absolute cuteness before you.

There, curled up in a ball, was an adorable little...thing. It shifted when you moved the covers, and it blinked open it’s eyes, looking at you with pure curiosity.

It had a similar body-shape, nose, and paws to a chinchilla (your neighbor had one, and you thought it was just the coolest animal ever), and was only about the size of a chipmunk. It was very fluffy, with milk-chocolate fur that flared out slightly, and big, pretty mocha eyes. There was a pair of turquoise, alien-looking antennae sprouting from atop it’s head, behind which was a pointy but fuzzy pair of ears that resembled a dog’s. You noticed the little creature also had a squirrel tail that was extra long and bushy, along with white mitten-like patches on it’s front paws. 

You scooped up the little critter, giggling as it licked your thumb with it’s tiny turquoise tongue. 

You nuzzled your nose against the tiny creature’s, giving it an eskimo kiss. The small animal let out happy coos and began rubbing it’s cheek against yours, something akin to a purr being heard as it did so. You hoped your mother would let you keep it. After all, she and your father both had strange pets of their own, why couldn’t you have one too?

You smiled gleefully. This creature was just soooo cute! You held it close and hurried out of your room, careful not to trip or fall, so as to avoid harming the precious little being in your hands. You scurried down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen where you heard your mother humming as you smelled the scent of bacon frying.

“Mommy! Look! Look! I found him in my bed! Isn’t he cute?! Can we keep him?! Pleeeeaaaase?” you begged your mother, holding up the adorably odd little critter. You didn’t know how, but you just knew the tiny being was a he. 

Your mother turned around, her dragon-esque creature sitting on her shoulder also glancing back at you. It’s eyes were the same color as your father’s, though they were the shape of a goat’s, and it’s scales were the same hue as his hair. The creature was about as big as a medium house-cat, with a kind temperament.

You looked up at your mom, hoping she’d say yes, but instead she began to laugh lightheartedly. You and your tiny friend tilted your heads in confusion.

“Huh?” you said, very lost in this situation. What was so funny?

Your mother calmed down after a few seconds and kneeled down to your eye level.

“Sweetheart, this little animal is your Spirit Creature. It has a similar personality and physical features as your soulmate, and it will have the same interests as them too. Of course you can keep him! He’ll be with you forever, anyways, no matter what!” your mom said, her expression showing her excited amusement.

Your eyes brightened and then you looked down at the little bundle of fluff in your hands as it looked back at you, eyes looking just as joyful. You smiled happily, jumping up and down as your new tiny friend hopped on top of your head and let out cheerful squeaks. 

You stopped jumping as you then contemplated something, before grinning gleefully and gently removing the creature from your head and bringing him to face you. 

“I think your name shall be.... Michi! How about that?” you asked the odd tiny animal.

He chittered in affirmation, his expression looking very happy at the name.

“Ok, Michi it is!” you exclaimed, excited to have your own little friend that would be with you for life.

Over the years, you would learn more about the strange critters that everyone had. 

Turned out that the only people who could touch a Spirit Creature, were the creature’s owner, that person’s soulmate, and all other spirits. Every time someone else tried to touch one, they would go right through the little things, as though they were holograms. 

When you started middle school, you looked at all the clubs, and decided to try out the swim club, as your parents had taught you how to swim when you were very little, wanting you to be prepared for anything. 

The minute you got in the pool and started to race against your peers, you fell in love with the sport. 

The feeling of the water rushing past your skin as you propelled your body forward, was incredible. The sounds of hands and legs breaching the surface of the pool when you first dive in, was magical. 

The best feeling of all, though, had to be the thrill of winning. It felt amazing to stand there at the edge of the pool, hearing your name be announced as one of the winners. 

You couldn’t get enough of that feeling of victory. When you entered your 3rd year, you became the captain of your middle school swim team, almost making it to nationals. However, a rival school completely wiped the floor with you guys in the semi-finals, crushing your chances of making it to the tournament in Tokyo.

You kept up a strong front for your team, comforting them, telling them that it wasn’t their faults and that you were still proud of them. However, the minute you were away from them, you cried silently as you cradled a melancholy Michi in your arms, swearing that you would never let yourself be beaten so badly ever again.

When you graduated from middle school, you chose to attend Aoba Johsai High School after hearing their swim team was incredibly good, having made it to Nationals the previous year.

The day you arrived to Aoba Johsai, Michi started acting odd. 

The extremely adorable little chinchilla-like critter had always been very playful and silly, attracting people (often females) and Spirit Creatures alike. He had reached his full size about 2 years prior, having grown to the size of a small feline. He became rather fond of riding on your shoulders, his bushy tail often wound around your neck when it was cold out, creating a very cozy make-shift scarf.

However, when you stepped foot onto the Aoba Johsai campus on your first day of classes, the usually calm and laid-back creature suddenly became very alert as he sniffed the air for some unknown scent.

Michi unwrapped his long fluffy tail from your upper right arm, hoping down from your shoulder and landing as gracefully as always on the floor. He was about to run off, his little front legs outstretched as he was about to leap forward, but you scooped him up before he could get anywhere.

You wanted to follow the little guy, knowing that if he was that unusually focused on something, it had to be important. But, you were new to this school, and didn’t want to get in trouble for being late on your first day.

So, you held the little guy close, scratching between his doggy ears and hearing him let out a purring sound at the affection. 

You fast-walked to get to your class on time, completely missing a head of extremely familiar brown hair. 

Ironically enough, the brunette also missed your very familiar (e/c) that perfectly matched the shade of his own creature’s orbs.

-Timeskip- 3 years later-

You had joined the swim team as a 1st year and were immediately welcomed with open arms. The coach was a strict but caring woman who knew what she was doing, and your teammates were amazing swimmers that were just as competitive as you. You loved your team and felt like they were your second family. 

Once your 3rd year came around, you were nominated as captain by a unanimous vote. You were ecstatic that your team believed in you so wholeheartedly, and pledged to do your absolute best.

The only thing that kept concerning you, was that you kept needing to distract Michi everyday. The little thing was always trying to lead you somewhere every time you set foot on school grounds, especially during practice. 

However, you were always so busy with schoolwork and club activities, that you couldn’t ever find the time to figure out where he was trying to lead you. Eventually, you’d gotten into the routine of picking up the small creature and cuddling or petting him until he calmed down.

“Michi! Come back!” You called, running after the fluffy Spirit Creature. 

Swim practice had just ended, and the second you were out of the pool, the small spirit ran off. He usually would at least let you dry off a bit before dashing away, but you guessed he was just impatient at the moment.

You swiped a towel from the rack, wrapping it around your waist, and quickly slipped on the shower sandals you kept in your gym bag, before chasing after your small creature, hoping to catch him before you left the pool area of the school.

Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky.

Michi was apparently extra determined this time, as he ran faster than usual and even made it out of the exit doors (which someone had left open for some dang reason). 

But, you managed to catch him just as he set his first paw on the concrete, scooping him up and giving him a scolding look, to which he wiggled his body, trying to escape your grasp. Weird...He usually calmed down once you held him. What the heck was up with him?

Just as you were pondering what was wrong with your little friend, you heard a pleasingly sweet yet masculine voice call out.

“Mizu! Come back!” you heard the voice. It sounded like it was coming closer.

Suddenly, you felt something rubbing against the base of your leg. You looked down to see someone’s Spirit Creature.

The medium-dog sized animal had the body of a that one Pokémon, what was the name of it again....? Vulpix? Empoleon?.....Vaporeon! Yeah. It had the body of a Vaporeon, with four legs and a long tail that ended in a big beta-fish fin, it’s skin seeming similar to a seal’s. However, that was where the similarities ended.

The little one’s eyes matched your own in color, but its pupils looked more like a lizard’s. It’s skin, small kitten ears, and the long dorsal fin on it’s back were the same color as your hair and transitioned into a turquoise and white wave pattern near it’s tail. It’s paws were like cute little turquoise mittens, with the small fins that sprouted from either side of it’s head and hind legs being a mixture of white and (h/c). 

The small creature rubbed against you like a cat, making figure-eights between your feet as it let out cute little happy chirping sounds.

It took a minute to register that you could actually feel the spirit’s body moving against you. Your eyes widened at the realization of what that meant.

Michi hopped out of your arms and proceeded to nuzzle the unknown spirit that quickly reciprocated the affection.

You heard the footsteps from before come closer before suddenly stopping about a meter in front of you.

You looked up from the two adorable critters playing with each other, and saw a very familiar pair of brown eyes and head of café hair.

“Mizu! There you are, silly girl! Sorry about her, she always runs off like thi-” the boy started, looking at his spirit creature as he spoke before bringing his gaze up to meet your own. The boy’s shocked expression mirrored your own feelings at the moment.

“You...” he whispered out softly, looking you up and down before blushing profusely, which he tried to hide with his hand over the lower half of his face.

You were at first confused why he seemed so flustered, until you realized you were still only in your school swimsuit, your towel having fallen off when you were surprised by the female spirit. 

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you scrambled to grab the course fabric off the ground and wrap it around your waist. 

“H-Hi...” you said to the brunette, shyly glancing up at him.

He wore a pair of black shorts that accentuated his thigh muscles and showed of his strong calves, as well as a grey t-shirt that did very little to hide his well toned physique. His mocha eyes were so breath-taking, you felt like you could gaze into them for eternity and never be happier. His milk-chocolate hair looking so fluffy, you had an extremely strong urge to just run your fingers through it.

You always cared more about someone’s personality than their looks, but you had to admit; He was gorgeous.

“You’re my...” the boy began softly, stepping towards you as though in a daze.

You stood still as you tried to wrap your head around the whole situation. This beautifully statuesque male was your destined life-long partner. 

“Soulmate...” you finished for him, the word unconsciously slipping from your lips.

The brunette suddenly hugged you, catching you off-guard. He nuzzled his face into your damp shoulder, seemingly not caring if he got damp from his actions.

“I finally found you.” he whispered. You felt a smile forming on his face against your skin.

You relaxed into his embrace, carefully winding your arms around him. 

“Yeah... You found me.” you said softly, rubbing small circles into the male’s back as a tiny smile worked it’s way onto your lips.

The boy abruptly pulled away from the tender moment, his hands going to your shoulders.

“What’s your name? I need to know your name!” he said with urgency.

You laughed at the tonal shift.

“(L/n). (L/n) (Y/n).” you replied, a grin on your features.

The look in his eyes brightened. “I love it! It’s so pretty! It really suits you!” he responded excitedly.

Your grin widened at his words, happy to hear his compliment.

“Why, thank you. And you? What should I call you?” you asked playfully.

The boy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he leaned into your personal space, his face so close that you could feel his breath on your lips.

“You can call me...sir, pretty thing.” he whispered seductively.

You giggled at his words, but still filed that information away. It could come in handy later.

“You’re cute, but I’d rather save that for when we’re alone. What can I call you around others?” you asked teasingly.

The brown-eyed male chuckled at how the usual flirtation didn’t even faze you. 

“Oikawa. Oikawa Toru. You can call me Toru though, seeing as I’ll be in your beautiful hands for the rest of my life.~” the brunette replied easily.

You chuckled again. He really was a smooth-talker. However, you knew his real personality because of Michi. You knew he only acted like a flirt in front of others while deep down, he was more of a hopeless romantic than anything else. You also knew he cared deeply about those close to him and got jealous easily.

After your chuckles died down, you smiled at the male.

“Ok, Toru. In that case, feel free to call me (Y/n).” you replied.

Oikawa grinned mischievously as he pulled you back into his arms.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you (Y/n)? We have a lot of time to make up for, you know.~” he said, his voice low and sensual.

You grinned back, a smug look on your face before immediately leaning up and kissing the stunning being in front of you. 

Oikawa was surprised by your forwardness, but his shock quickly wore off as he reciprocated the kiss, bringing his hands to cup your blushing cheeks as he angled his head to the side a bit.

You brought your fingers to the base of the brunette’s scalp, tugging on his coffee tresses and earning a groan from the male. You smirked.

Toru felt your smug expression against his lips, which brought his competitive side out. He brought one hand to your hair and pulled ever so slightly, testing the waters, and grinned slyly when the action elicited a quiet moan from you.

“Seems you like things a bit rough, huh, angelfish?” Oikawa teased.

You scoffed with that same smirk. “Looks like we have that in common.” you replied smugly.

The brunette was about to go back in for another kiss, but was interrupted by the sounds of chirping and cooing.

You both looked down to see your Spirit Creatures staring up at you both, annoyed expressions on their faces.

You laughed as you pulled away, picking up and cradling the two odd animals. “Awww~ Were you two upset because we neglected you?” you joked, baby-talking to both of them.

Oikawa smiled as he watched you handle the little creatures. You looked so happy and lovely in that moment, that he couldn’t help but imagine a future where you were holding a different kind of little being in your arms.

You looked up and smiled brightly at the volleyball captain, handing Michi to him as you held onto Mizu. He smiled as he thought to himself;

I found her. I’ve finally found her, and I’m not letting her go.

-THE END-

A/N: Thank you for this request! It took me a while, and I’m still not quite sure if it turned out as I would’ve liked. This was my 1st time writing for Oiks, so I hope he didn’t come off as too OOC. 

Challenge to any artists out there: Try drawing any/all of the Spirit Creatures in this fic. Haha! But for real though, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

[animatewarriorcats]

Do you have any tips on drawing fur, like long fur, cheek fluff and fluffy tails? I struggle with drawing fur on my cats, so it would be extremely helpful!

Fur is a multi faceted beast that is interconnected to my previous tutorial on Shape Language. Because cats are furry, a large part of determining their recognizability will be in how you treat the fur, which I go about in a couple different methods.

As always, I highly recommend using references when you’re designing, an artist in a vacuum is going to have a hard time coming up with new ideas.

My first method, is kind of a top down deconstruction method, using reference material.

First, I identify the hypothetical underlying structure of the feline form, knowing the hairless cat underneath will illuminate what unique forms it’s hair is making.

Second, I focus on the volume, where does the fur lie flat? Where does it pile up? Where does it get so thick it sticks straight out from its body like wool? Different floofers have different floof personalities, and analyzing the differences can help us create characterization and personality in our designs. With this reference, I focused in on the thickness of this kitty’s neck and tail. You could also focus in on the pantaloon like shoulders, or his wonderfully thick hind bloomers.

Third, when defining the large forms of fur, it’s important to identify “edges” where the fur overlaps and creates a visually definitive shape. In this cat, they have a thick ridge between their shoulder and neck, behind their tricep of the forearm, the base of their tail, and where their back leg hair gets so thick the feet stick out like little drumsticks. Overlaps are important to tell us how the fur interacts with the rest of the body, does it lie on top of the shoulder blades or curl behind them? Does it curl under the belly in a modest way or bush out with force? Depending on what lines overlap which will tell you the relationships between forms.

Like with all my designing I like to do a few iterations to make sure I can strengthen the shape language and clarify the shapes. Sometimes I streamline just how much detail or “tufts” I give each form, just so that I keep line mileage down and don’t frustrate animators too much.

This is the “large scale” design approach, but there are more ways to make fur unique, particularly in the direction it flows and the texture with which it lies.

If you want more realistic fur, paying attention to the direction it grows will strengthen your draftsmanship. Fur grows in a very particular direction in all mammals, especially up close on the nose and eyes and mouth, and can differ species to species, but trust me, once you’ve studied the direction you’ll never be able to unsee it. (Most common mistake I see is the assumption that the fur grows in the direction of the tail starting from the skin on their nose, but this is not true. Cats hair direction swirls and splits on the nose bridge between their eyes, and the hair on their muzzle grows toward the nose). There can be small variation, sometimes cheek fur hangs low and curls down, sometimes like in this reference, the cheek fur is relatively short and defined, and follows the shape of the jaw, or even curls up. Over time this can be played with experimentally, but I always support studying references!

The next question to answer is what is the texture of the hair like? Is it soft and fine, and flows together? Or is it rough and wild, sticking out in tufts? The texture you choose to use can add an extra layer of shape language to your design. The more broken up the large shapes are the more wild the fur will seem. Equally the energy you treat tufts with an change the emotion elicited, soft rounded tufts feel innocent or safe, sharper jagged shapes feel more dangerous, scribbled shapes more unkempt or disorganized, smoothed tufts feel very orderly and refined.

Lastly I like to bring things back to silhouette. The shape of the fur effects a characters recognizability partially because it can alter a cats silhouette in a large way. Being conscious of that and trying to create unique shapes in the silhouette will help solidify the uniqueness of the character.

I hope this helps!

[caps-lockdown]

Sweet on You Part 4

Hey everyone I just want to say thank you SO much for all of the love for the past few parts. We are nearing the end of this fluffy piece and I’m so happy everyone has liked it so far!

I own no characters but the MC I created. Also no beta so the errors are all mine!

Words: 3,064 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Rating: PG 13 

Summary: Part 4 of my story where everyone has some well hidden secrets. Also a bet.

Warnings: Language and Alcohol consumption. Also some mentions of sexual situations. Otherwise fluff and some tension.

Part 4: Birthday Cake Confessions.

“Another round of shots!”

Sam called as you, Bucky, Nat and Tony all gathered around the bar an hour later, the dancing and alcohol warming your bodies as they celebrated your birthday. You had no idea what you had done to deserve these amazing people but you weren’t letting them go. They were going to be stuck with you.

“Yea! Shots and then cake! And then more shots!” Bucky added, causing a giggle to escape you as you threw back your shot glass. The tequila burned down your throat and you quickly reached for a lime wedge, Nat following suit.

“Where’s Thor and Steve?” Pepper asked, watching everyone and drinking from her water glass.

“Went to get more of Thor’s booze I’d wager.” Bucky stated, smiling at you.

“Well I want cake!” Sam made a point to stamp his foot down on the floor like a five year old and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Bucky only rolled his eyes in response.

“It’s not your birthday sweetheart. On that day you get to decided what to do, okay?” Bucky’s patronizing tone had all of you laughing while the bartender handed you another drink. Bucky patted Sam’s cheek for effect and turned his attention back to you. They were like an old married couple sometimes.

“We have returned!” Thor exclaimed as he, Bruce, and Steve returned to the exhibit room, each holding a glass and smiling at you as they rejoined your party.

“Ladies you don’t need to all go to the bathroom together.” Sam chided and you sputtered into your glass at the joke.

“You’re just mad you weren’t invited.” Bruce shot back and Sam put a hand on his chest.

“Please. Going to the bathroom with a literal god, giant green dude and a super soldier? I’m perfectly capable of feeling sexually threatened all by myself thanks.”

“Can we please have cake now that everyone is back? Sam is getting grouchy.” You asked, everyone agreeing with both statements and you made your way towards the cake. It was a beautiful four tiered cake in your favorite color, stunning sugar flowers adorning it. Simple, but perfect.

Of course there were two giant gold candles in the shape of a three and a zero, but you were pretending not to see them. That dream died the minute Tony lit them, laughing at your blank expression.

“Please don’t sing again, I don’t think my ears can take another helping of that.” You tried, Bucky shaking his head at you and holding up his fingers in a countdown.

“One…two…three. HAPPY BIIIIIRRRTHDAAAY TOOO YOOOU.”

You rolled your eyes although you kept smiling as the team, along with everyone else started singing to you. You didn’t have a pillow this time but it actually didn’t sound that bad for the second time. You guessed it was probably all the extra singers helping drown out Tony’s terrible wailing, Pepper laughing at him as he over exaggerated his voice and hand movements. You shook your head. What a dork.

“And many more…”

“Man I just had major déjà vu.” Your statement had everyone chuckling. You took in a breath and went to blow out your candles, their cheers erupting once you had successfully extinguished them.

“What did you wish for?” Pepper asked while the servers began cutting cake and handing it out to guests. You rejoined your group and looked pointedly at Wanda, more than aware she had read your mind. She pretended to zip her mouth shut and you just smiled at Pepper.

“If I tell it to you it won’t come true.”

“But we all know Steve would gladly let you jump him if you just asked. “

You were quick to slap Bucky hard upside the head, eyes darting around to make sure the Captain in question wasn’t around to hear him. That would have been absolutely mortifying.

“Steve couldn’t and most importantly does not feel that way. Now cool it.”

“How about a wager then?” Bucky waggled his eyebrows at you and in response you tilted your head to the side.

“Such as?”

“If and when I can get good ol’ Stevie to confess his feelings to you, the minute it happens you have to tell this whole party that I am the best at everything and everyone should worship me like the god I am.” You scoffed as he placed his hand out.

“And WHEN he doesn’t, you have to announce to the whole party that you are the world’s biggest idiot who needs to learn to keep his nose out of other people’s affairs. You have until one am. ”

“Deal.” You shook hands and quickly adverted your gaze when Steve came to stand next to you, handing you a plate with a piece of cake.

“Vanilla my favorite! Thanks for remembering Steve.”

“Don’t mention it Doll.”

You smiled at him before digging into your cake, giving a soft moan as you stuffed your face with the heavenly confection. It was probably the best cake you had ever eaten. It wasn’t dry, and it felt lighter than air on your tongue.

“I still think yours is the best.” Tony conceded, the rest of the team agreeing and making you blush.

“You guys are too good to me. I don’t know how to thank you enough for being in my life. Truly.”

“You can start by playing paranoia with us!” Sam piped up, coming into view with Bruce, both of them holding trays of shots and drinks. You groaned but nodded.

“I guess I don’t have a choice do I? Who’s all in?”

“We’re game!” Wanda motioned for her and Nat, Thor holding up his finger as he continued to eat cake. Tony nodded while Pepper shook her head, kissing her husband before walking away to find other things to do. Bucky made you nervous as he rubbed his hands together. Shit this could not be good.

“Well if it’s what the birthday girl wants. Shall we find somewhere comfortable?” Steve agreed, making you blush as he offered you an arm.

Taking it, you allowed him to lead you to an area where large round tables were set up. You took a seat as Nat and Wanda took the seats at your sides, forcing the men to shuffle around each other and squabbling about who got to sit where. Bruce and Sam placed the trays of drinks and shots down, passing them out to everyone so that you each had three shots in front of you.

“Alright everyone it’s an easy enough game, so I’m only going to explain it once.” Sam clapped his hands as you all stared at him. You were beginning to think this was not such a good idea after all.

“When it’s your turn, you get to pick one person on either side of you and ask them a question. But you only get to whisper it to them. For example, I might ask Bruce here who he thinks has the prettiest eyes, but you all won’t know that. Now Bruce knows the question, but can only give the answer out loud to all of us. Next we flip a coin, and if it’s heads he doesn’t have to say what the question was. However if it’s tails he has to say the question out loud, not just the answer. Your chicken shit shots are there to take if you don’t want to say what the question was. But you only get three, after that you’re out of the game. Make sense?”

“And we can ask anything?” Wanda asked, earning a nod from Sam.

“Yep. The weirder the better. Just try to limit it to those here in the group. Being the fact it’s Y/N birthday, she gets to go first.”

“Ooh. Ok. “Clearing your throat and thinking about your question you leaned in to speak into Nat’s ear, cupping your hand around your mouth.

“Out of everyone in the group who have you had a wet dream about?” Her eyes widened as you leaned back, a large smile on your face.

She glared at you before looking down at the table. “Bucky.”

You flipped the coin and it landed on heads, Nat letting out a sigh in relief before taking a moment to think about her question. She leaned to her left and whispered into Sam’s ear, his laughter ringing out and causing the table to jump.

“Aww hell Nat. You know I’d pick Y/N.” You choked on your drink as his coin landed on tails. He just smiled brightly at you.

“The question was who I would ask to help bury a body. Y/N you have everyone’s back in here, no questions asked. You’re also quiet and know how to keep a secret. That was a no brainer.” You laughed and shook your head, the game moving along the circle.

“Thor.” Bruce said with a stoic expression, smiling when it landed on heads.

“Wanda and Y/N.” Bucky continued to shake his head as he downed a shot, the two of you in question looking to each other.  Guess you would never know.

You found out Thor would trade bodies with Steve for a day if he could.

“What? He’s in fantastic shape, look at his arms!” Thor motioned to him, Steve rolling his eyes and bringing up an arm to flex. Sam and Bucky made girlish noises and pretended to swoon as Bruce pretended to fan himself.

“You lot are ridiculous.” Steve winked at your comment while you drank from your glass. They weren’t wrong. But they were ridiculous.

“Nat” Steve answered his question sheepishly, smiling wide when getting to remain silent.

Later on about forty five minutes into the game you looked at all the competition left. Tony, Wanda, and Bruce were all out and just watching, having taken all of their chicken shots to evade questions. So were Sam and Thor.  Nat and Steve each only had one shot left. You and Bucky all still had two shots a piece.

Everyone had decided to switch seats around so you were all sitting next to someone new. It also helped weed out the non players who took to sitting around the outside of the table. You were already regretting sitting between Sam and Bucky. Nat took her seat next to Sam on your left putting Steve on Bucky’s right, finishing the table.

“Alright Stevie,” Bucky clapped his friend on his shoulder, motioning him in closer to him as he whispered his question. Steve quickly shot back in his chair and repeatedly shook his head.

“Come on you gotta answer. Those are the rules, right Sammy?”

“Don’t call me that man.” Sam grimaced and you giggled, Steve looking considerably more and more uncomfortable at his predicament.

“It’s ok Steve it can’t be that bad.” Nat tried reassuring him who only shot her an icy look.

“Shit maybe it is then. Sorry.”

Steve looked up to the ceiling for a few moments, gaining his composure and setting his jaw into a poker face of sorts. Leaning forward into his chair he locked eyes with you before sighing.

“Y/N.”

“Alright time for the coin of truth!” Thor announced, Bucky flipping it into the air.

The world seemed to stop as you and Steve continued to look at each other, his eyes boring into yours as you waited to hear the result. He looked like a mixture of angry and…hurt? Like something was eating away at him.

“Tails! Fess up buddy!” Sam pointed his finger at Steve, who didn’t break your staring contest. You stopped breathing when he went to open his mouth, anticipation killing you to know what the question was.

Instead he remained silent, his gaze turning into a pained expression as he brought his last shot up to his lips and downed it. Everyone but you groaned in exasperation as he stood up from the table and left, your eyes lingering on his back until he vanished from view.

“Awh Hell now I don’t want to even play anymore.” Sam whined, Nat nodding and Bucky looking at you with a sly grin.

“Perhaps we shall get back to the merriment? It is Y/N’s birthday after all!” Thor exclaimed, the rest of your friends cheering before downing the rest of their shots and standing up to rejoin the party.

“You coming?” Nat asked as she reached a hand out to you, which you took to stand up.

“No thanks. I’m gonna go find Rogers. He didn’t look alright just now and I’m worried.”

Downing your two shots back to back you squared your shoulders and headed into the sea of people looking for Steve. Thankfully some of the guests had left the party after cake, so there weren’t as many to stop you along the way.

It didn’t take you long to find out from a server that he got a drink and had began to wander about the museum. Thanking the woman you grabbed two fresh drinks and headed out of the exhibit, making sure to tell Tony on your way out. You had a feeling you knew exactly where he had gone.

You found him shortly after rounding a corner in the Avenger’s exhibit, smiling to yourself as he stared at his first suit. His back was to you but he knew someone had been coming up behind him because he stiffened as you neared him. Your eyes wandered down to the now empty glass on the floor as you made your way closer to him. You said nothing as you stood next to him, looking up at his suit in quiet admiration. What a long journey he had gone through.

“I’m sorry I took off like that. It was rude.” His voice was hoarse and you offered a small smile.

“Don’t apologize Steve. Thirsty?” You offered him the other glass you had brought, Steve chucking as his fingers grazed yours to take the drink.

“Thanks. You know me pretty well don’t you?”

“Not as well as I’d like to.” You muttered before taking a sip of your own drink, Steve raising an eyebrow.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. You want to walk around with me?” You quickly deflected, staring up at him.

“I’d be honored sweetheart.” You smiled, heart melting as you took his arm and began to stroll around the pretty much empty museum. You talked about random things. Steve made you laugh with stories from the past, before he was Captain America. You both talked about how Pepper was driving everyone crazy. You agreed you wanted them to have a girl.  

“You and Bucky go way back huh?” You questioned while you both gazed up at the T-Rex.

“Yea. He was there for me when no one else was growing up. He may be a pain in the ass, but for a long time he was all I had. I’m still stuck with the bastard.”

“Language Captain, geesh.” You joked, lightly pushing him as he laughed.

“Peggy would have loved you I think.” His comment made your blood run cold, your laughter stopping as you tried to regain your composure.

“Oh. The way you talk about her she must have been pretty incredible.”

You began to fumble with your necklace, the conversation going to a place you didn’t like. Since your feelings for Steve had developed you always found yourself feeling a tinge a jealousy whenever he brought her up. That usually got you to either leave the room or change the subject. You knew it wasn’t right to feel that way, and you knew she was gone from his life and wasn���t coming back. But still you sometimes compared yourself to her and knew that in the end you couldn’t possibly be someone he would want.

“She was. I never thought anyone could make me feel the way she did, that is until recently.” He turned to look at you, blue eyes focused so hard as if he was looking at you for the first time. You tilted your head to the side, trying to understand what he was saying.

“Steve?”

“Do you ever wonder how much we miss out on because we never take our shot? I mean our whole lives we’re told that we have to seize the day but the more comfortable we become with our lives the less we chase after what we want. It’s like we fear change so much we’re willing to stay miserable.”

“Fear is the enemy of progress.” You stated, not noticing how he was moving closer to you.

“But I’m no coward Y/N. And I’m tired of acting like one.”

Startled at how close he had gotten since he began talking to you, your eyes shot to his blue ones in panic. In one swift movement his arm darted out to wrap around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Your heart was racing as he carefully brought his hand up to brush his fingers against your cheek, so gentle as if he was afraid he would break you.

Instinctively you found yourself leaning into his touch, your face inching closer to his. His hand slid to sit against the back of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat and you let your eyes begin to flutter shut; your lips hovering over one another’s. You were hoping and pleading this wasn’t another one of your dreams.

“Steve I…”

His lips were on yours before you could finish your statement, a wistful sigh leaving your mouth as you pulled him closer. Steve’s grasp tightened around your waist as he kissed you tenderly, pushing all of his emotions into it. You returned the kiss and let your hands fall to his broad shoulders, seeing stars on the other side of your eyelids. This was the most perfect moment of your life thus far.

You deepened the kiss and heard him groan when you took his bottom lip between your teeth. The electricity between you continued to spark as your mouths got bolder with one another’s. Tongues and lips clashed as you stood engulfed in his embrace, his one hand burying into your hair. He was kissing you as if he was starving and you were the only thing that would satisfy him. You didn’t mind one bit.

Too bad it was cut short by a bunch of vulgar shouting and cheering.

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[artistic-writer]

Good Girl, Nell :: A CC Fic :: Rated F (for fluff)

Title: Good Girl, Nell [AO3]

Word count: 1341

Rating: F for fluffy domestic Captain Charming!  Don’t judge me.  I needed this today.

A/N: So, @hencethebravery and I were chatting about how it would be cute to have Dave and Killian in a snowball fight, being all cute and domestic in a log cabin in the woods.  And this is none of those things because instead, my CC have adopted a puppy! 

Taglist: @hencethebravery @mahstatins @spartanguard  @hollyethecurious  @katie-dub @phiralovesloki

“Let’s get a puppy.”

And just like that, the Nolan-Jones household became three.

At first, Dave was almost as in love with the idea of getting the dog as Killian was.  It was worth it to see the smile that adorned Killian’s face every time the ball of fluff ran clumsily into the space between them, eagerly jumping up and desperately trying to lick the faces of its new owners.  At first.

But then it had begun to grow - the shelter assuring them that she wouldn’t get ‘too big’ - and they had soon realised that their wonderful, adorable, special little bundle of joy was, in fact, the by product of some idiots personal goal to breed the largest dog he could.  After a little internet digging, Killian had realised that their ‘baby’ was some sort of Irish Wolfhound hybrid, gaining all of the good looks of their shaggy ancestors, including their gargantuan size.  

In short, Nell was huge.

At a stand, she came in well over the height of Dave’s hips and when he returned home from work, standing on her hind legs to great him with a wet, sloppy kiss, Nell dwarfed him coming in at over seven foot tall.  When she leaned against him, the muscles in his legs burned to stay upright, but secretly Dave was thankful he didn’t have to shell out extra money to go to the gym.  Hell, they needed that extra income just to feed her!

Nell ate everything she could.  Above and beyond her usual intake of what seemed like Killian's weight in dry kibble every day, Nell had also found time to gorge on some of the more refined items on the Nolan-Jones menu.  Like Dave’s socks.  Ever since she was a puppy, Nell had taken an interest in Dave’s socks, even working out how to pull open his dresser drawer to fetch her favourite delicacy.  Of course, Dave blamed Killian, who constantly taunted her as a puppy by tossing balled up socks at her scruffy features, but smiled each time the young pup had obediently returned the offending sock ball to Killian for another round.

It seemed there was no end to the amount of frustration laced cuteness Nell could inflict on Dave’s heart.  Combining the giant fur baby of a dog with the rugged handsomeness of his boyfriend was too much sometimes, and Dave often found himself overwhelmed with cuteness that would have blown up his ovaries, should he have had any.  Like now, when after slipping from their bed to silently create magical wake-up juice, Dave had returned to their sunlit drenched loft apartment bedroom to find his space occupied by the huge, hairy blonde.

“Nell,” Dave whispered sternly, the two cups of coffee in his hands steaming and the wisps of condensation dancing through the rays of the sun.  The tags on her collar jingled as she lifted her head lazily, her ever expressive eyebrows twitching about her face as she nervously averted her gaze away from her master.  “Move,” Dave ordered with a raise of his eyebrows, but with a sigh, Nell flopped her head back down onto his pillow and grunted a sigh.

“Let her be,” Killian mumbled into his pillow, the muscles on his back flexing as he tensed and stretched beside the huge, shaggy hound.  Killian peeled an eye open and was met with the warm, almond shaped brown eyes of his favourite girl, who, despite her size, would always remain his ‘little love’.  “Stay,” he smiled softly, a smirk spreading across his lips.

“She is not a baby, Killian,” Dave chastised gently as he placed both coffee mugs down on Killian’s nightstand.

“Of course not,” Killian agreed weakly.  “She’s far too obedient to be a child,” he grinned.

Dave leaned down, his naked torso brushing against the warmth of Killian’s shoulder.  “For you maybe,” Dave whispered in his ear, eyeing the oversized puppy that had taken up residence in his residual warmth beside his boyfriend.

Killian’s skin prickled, Dave’s hot breath behind his ear sending shivers all over his body.  He reached behind him and cupped Dave’s prickly cheek in his palm, snaking his hand behind his neck and into the softness of his ruffled locks.  “She’s a good girl,” Killian defended Nell with a pout as Dave tucked his chin into the crook of his neck.  “Aren’t you, Nell?”

Nell’s ears pricked up at her name, her long, slightly curled eyebrows bobbing up her face once more.  She didn’t move, more than content to stay where she was, except for her rope like tail which had begun a rhythmic thumping beat against the comforter.  With a stiffening stretch, she pawed at the thatch of Killian’s chest hair, gently clawing her nails down his torso in a move that so often gained her a well enjoyed ear scratch.  

“She has you wrapped around her little finger,” Dave teased, assessing Killian’s side of the bed to see if he could squeeze two grown men into the space left by their pet.

“She does not,” Killian argued, reaching out to drag his fingers through the velvet soft fur just behind Nell’s ear.

Dave laughed a hearty chuckle and shook his head.  “Any fool with an eye can see she loves you more.”

“That’s not true,” Killian said quickly, bopping Nell on the nose as he pulled his hand away to drag his fingers through the length of her slightly stained beard.

“Even her beard is better than mine,” Dave huffed in jest, rubbing his chin over Killian’s shoulder.

“But you have the best socks,” Killian smirked, rolling over onto his back and flattening his hand to the side of Dave’s face.  He curled his fingers through the curled stubble on Dave’s cheeks, stroking his face as he had just done with Nell’s.  

“Don’t say the ‘S’ word,” David warned as he moved to straddle Killian’s duvet covered hips.  He shot a quick glance at Nell who had lifted her head at the mere mention of the word.  “See?  Now, look what you've done?”

Killian rolled his ruffled hair against the pillow as he turned his head, Nell eagerly looking between both of them and her tail picking up speed as it pounded the bed.  Her ears twitched and she licked her lips, letting out an excited whine that sounded far too sweet to be coming from such a large dog.  She shuffled her weight, laying on her elbows and shifting her entire weight forward until she could rest her head down on Killian’s chest and look directly into his eyes.

“Awww,” Killian fawned, giving Dave a boyish smirk.

“Great,” Dave said with feigned annoyance as he dropped his hands on either side of Killian’s head and loomed over the man he loved.  “Now the dog has stolen my boyfriend too,” he purred, the wispy hair of Nell’s shaggy fur tickling his torso.

Killian stared into Dave’s eyes, the softness of his expression filled with so much love and warmth for the man beneath him, he thought he might combust.  Dave inched his hands closer to Killian’s head, his thumbs darting out to trace the edges of his pointed, elf like ears that he had always had an affinity with.  Killian felt his skin flush again, the tiniest touch enough to set him afire with the passion that so often burned inside of them both.

“Nell, move,” Killian growled, the timbre of his voice changed by his rising lust, the words leaving his mouth with a gravelly undertone that make Dave grin darkly.  Ever eager to please her master, Nell jumped to her feet, rocking the bed with her massive bulk as she bounded onto the hardwood floor with a loud thud, spun on her feet and sat obediently at the foot of the bed.

Dave quirked an ‘I told you so’ eyebrow at Killian.  “Good girl, Nell” he whispered through his smile, finally pressing his entire body to Killian’s as he kissed him senseless, the dull thud of Nell’s tail against the loft flooring making them both chuckle.