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Prompt 34- “Your mom thinks I’m an idiot”

Requested by anonymous.

a/n: aaa I feel like this one is kinda boring I’m so sorry. I think I have writers block? I’m not sure. This damn quarantine man...also if anyone knows who made the gif let me know, i kinda just found it on google. Alrighty lets go

two-bit, you are loved!

It was a Monday night and everyone was at the Curtis house, laughing and having a good time together, at least until Darry arrive home.

“Everyone out now!” Darry bellowed from inside the Curtis house. He had worked overtime that day and just wanted to relax when he got home. But his day wasn’t over just yet. Usually he didn’t mind coming home to a bunch of rowdy boys in his living room, but this time they had made a huge mess.

Steve was teasing Dally, Dally retaliated, Steve jokingly threw a bit of cake at him, and it spiraled downward from there. (Y/n) had escaped the warzone, not wanting to get any chocolate on the new shirt she had just bought for herself, dragging Two-Bit along with her. The boys continued to be rowdy in the other room while she and Two-Bit snuck kisses between each other down the hallway.

The cake was soon reduced to nothing more than a few crumbs on the plate, the rest was scattered across the living room, as it had been used for ammo in their arsenal. When Darry came in and saw bits of cake and other garbage littered across the room, he had simply had enough. As soon as they heard him yell, Two-Bit and (y/n) quietly snuck out of hiding, witnessing Darry in his full rage. “Go home, all of you!” He said, shooing everyone out. “Soda! Ponyboy! Get your asses in here and clean up this god damn mess!”

Everyone quickly exited, not wanting to cross Darry while he was angry. That was suicide. But Dallas Winston liked living close to death. Darry was shoving him out the door as he turned around to try and stop him “Aw c’mon man, we were just having a bit of fun.” Dally said.

“Get out of my house, Dally.” He said flatly, fighting the urge to knock him out right then and there.

“C’mon Dal, let’s just go.” Johnny said, pulling his sleeve.

“Big daddy Darrel ain’t fun no more.” Dally teased as he turned around and left the house. The door slammed shut behind everyone.

“Now what are we gonna do?” (y/n) sighed as the remaining members of the gang gathered in the front yard of the Curtis house.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m headin’ to Buck’s.” Dally hopped the fence and was off. “See you guys later!” He waved as he walked down the street, not turning around.

“I think I’m just gonna go home.” Johnny said.

“Yeah, me too. It’s getting kinda late.” Steve said. They both said their goodbyes and started to their houses.

“Do you wanna come over to my house?” She asked Two-Bit.

He hesitated. “Nah, let’s just go to the park or somethin’.” He said, turning to leave the yard.  

“But it’s getting kinda dark.” She said. “C’mon, we can watch a movie, there’s a good comedy on tonight.” She held out his hand to him.

He put his hands in his pockets and fidgeted around for a bit. “But I wanna do something.” He insisted.

“Well, we can do something at my house.” She grabbed his arm and started down the sidewalk. “It’s getting late and it’s starting to get colder. I don’t really wanna be outside.”

Two-Bit sighed heavily but accepted his defeat, he removed his hand from his pocket and intertwined his fingers with hers. He didn’t really like going to her house too often; he tried to avoid it as much as possible. It wasn’t because he didn’t like spending time with her. If he had it his way, he’d never leave her side, it wasn’t like he had much else going on in his life anyways. But she was busy sometimes and needed space, and he respected that.

He simply felt inadequate. Her family wasn’t necessarily Soc material, but they were wealthier than any greasers he knew. But it wasn’t really about the wealth. Her mom thought he was stupid.

Now, she never outright said this to him. It was the way she acted around him and simply the energy she put out. She never talked to him much, but made it obvious whenever he displeased her. Anytime he’d be late picking her up for a date, or had forgotten something important at home, her mother would roll her eyes and mutter something under her breath. Two-Bit was obviously upset at this, as anyone would be. No one likes to feel inadequate, especially by someone who parented your partner. It made visiting her house awkward and a situation he’d like to avoid at all cost.

He was quiet for most of the walk, thinking of ways that he could come across as smarter and more put together to her mother. He felt something different for this girl. He loved her more than he could ever put into words. If they were ever to have a future together, he needed to sort things out with her mother first.

“You okay?” She asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She knew he was lying. It was plastered all over his face.

“Why don’t you ever wanna come to my house anymore?” She asked as she stopped walking. She turned to face him but he just kept walking forward, dragging her along with him.

“I do, (y/n).” He said, pressing forward. She moved in front of him and stopped him, hands placed firmly on his chest. She looked into his eyes.

“Don’t lie to me, Two-Bit. You think I can’t see it?”

He sighed, grabbing her hands from his chest and holding them in his. “Your mom.” He began. “She thinks I’m an idiot.” He said awkwardly, averting his gaze from her eyes. He felt awkward, like it was a stupid reason to not want to go to his girlfriends house. He reasoned that most boys his age wouldn’t bat an eye if their girlfriends parents didn’t like them, but he was different. He cared. He cared a lot. He wanted her mom to like him. He was trying his best, but his best wasn’t good enough.

“No she doesn’t.” (y/n) protested.

“Yes, she does. I see it all the time. The way she looks at me. The things she does whenever I mess up. I don’t like it (y/n).”  

“Well, if its any consolation she does it to my dad all the time.” (y/n) giggled, but Two-Bit wasn’t amused. “Look at me.” He put a hand on his cheek and slowly turned his head towards her. His eyes focused on hers as she spoke. “She likes you, she really does. She’s just… odd sometimes. The smallest things set her off and she wears her heart on her sleeve.” She explained. “Don’t let it bother you, okay? I don’t want you to feel like you’re stupid, because you’re not.”

“You’re just saying that.” He whined., looking away again.

“No, I ain’t!” She huffed. “You’re forgetful sometimes but you ain’t stupid.” He turned his face to her again. “Don’t beat yourself up too much.  I love you, and that’s all that matters. Once my mom gets to know you better, she won’t be so cold. I promise.”

He looked at the girl before him and was reminded how lucky he was. She had stuck by him for years now and there were no signs of her letting up. Most people probably would have abandoned him by now but she didn’t, and he was so happy- so grateful for it.

“Have more faith in yourself, Two-Bit.” She said. “Don’t let anyone ever bring you down.”

He embraced her tightly “I love you so much, (y/n).” She hugged him back, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you too.” She pulled away and looked at him. “I forgot; I have a bit of a surprise for you.” She smiled.

“What is it?”

“I forgot my parents aren’t home tonight.”

“Oh!” Two-Bit gave her a shit eating grin. “Well I guess we best be on our way then.” He said, holding out his hand for her. She grabbed it and he began to lead her down the dark sidewalk, the fun filled evening only just beginning.

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For the intimacy prompts, “say it again”. Whichever pairing you're feeling inclined to write :)

Look How We’ve Grown 

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: Mature (M) Word Count: ~3.4k Notes: S, you’re always laying down the best ones. Thanks for all the creative freedom @goindownshipping - it’s much appreciated. I hope you enjoy where I decided to take this one.  Warnings: None that I can think of - there’s lots of fluffiness.  Summary: 

Tony tells everyone but Peter how much he loves him. Luckily, Peter is a sneak & has super hearing. 

Or: two times Peter stumbled upon Tony confessing his love for him to someone else, and the one time Peter pulled the confession from Tony himself. 

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The first time Peter heard Tony say he loved him, the older man was talking to Happy. In the last year of being a full-time Avenger, Happy’s presence became a regular thing. He didn’t understand the depth of his relationship with Tony until he saw the two of them interact. Happy got to see parts of Tony that the rest of them wouldn’t ever be privy to, no matter how much they pestered him, or asked about the life he used to lead.

In Tony’s defense, Peter wasn’t supposed to be at the compound. He initially made plans with Ned and MJ, since they were both in the city on break from school. Working out the online stuff with MIT ended up being the best for Peter – he took advantage of not going to class by working in the lab with Tony and training with every free second he had. The shit with Thanos was no joke – he needed to make sure he was prepared for everything after that.

His friends bailed on him at the last minute, however – MJ had a new boyfriend and Ned was in the middle of writing some corrected code for a video game he’d been developing. Peter couldn’t begrudge them for it, either – he’d cancelled on them more than a few times over the past 12 months of full-time superheroing. The early night meant he might catch Tony on the couch, relaxed and watching a movie. Those were the best times – getting to see Tony at his realest.

When he walked into the kitchen from the hall, Peter stopped dead in his tracks – the cadence of Tony’s voice was too recognizable to ignore. He’d been straining to hear every single word that came out of the older man’s mouth for years now, just the pitch of it made his heart race a little. 

Peeking in to see who all was gathered around the table, Peter let out a sigh of relief when he only saw Happy. As much as he loved the rest of the crew, he wasn’t up for the effort it took to be present with everyone around.

He was about to walk further into the room when he heard his name. “What’s about Peter? You two have been getting pretty close recently,” he heard Happy say – the look he shot Tony spoke volumes. Like there was way more to it than getting pretty close. 

In a lot of ways, there was – they were creating a bond that Peter didn’t think Tony had with anyone else. To him, it felt deep; but that might just be the hopefulness of the still lingering crush speaking.

Tony took a second to respond – Peter watched him take a long pull of the drink in front of him and readjust in the chair; he only did that when he was nervous about something. “Honestly, Hap – I’m in love with him. He makes me happy and has the most interesting brain. Not just his smarts, either – the way he looks at life. But the smarts, too, Hap – he’s a genius and keeps me on my toes. It’s mind-boggling, how much knowledge is in that pretty head of his.”

Tony stopped for a second, looking at Happy with a goofy grin. “I’m not sure about it yet, but I think he might feel the same way. So, I’ll let you know.”

With his heart in his throat, Peter turned on his toes and rushed away from the spot he’d been eavesdropping from. He hadn’t even meant to – he had every intention of walking further into the room and joining the two of them. Yet, he didn’t really feel bad about it. He’d been agonizing over the idea of Tony reciprocating his feelings – a little affirmation was never a bad thing.

Sitting on his bed for a few minutes, Peter let the information sink in – the open way Tony looked at Happy and talked about him was everything that he’d ever wanted. It almost seemed like something that was too good to be true, but he heard it with his own ears. 

Tony admitted that he loved him. Just – not to his face. Shaking his head, Peter decided to be happy with the little things. If Tony was admitting it, maybe it wouldn’t be long before he brought Peter in on the secret, too.

The grumble of his stomach reminded him of the reason he ventured into the kitchen in the first place – so he got up from the bed and made sure to make a lot of noise leaving his room. He stomped down the hall and even pushed one of the chairs in the living room out of its space for good measure. He didn’t want to spend any more time sneaking around and needed to make sure Happy and Tony weren’t caught in another intimate conversation like the one he witnessed before.

Both men looked up when he walked in, the soft smile on Tony’s lips catching his eye almost immediately. Walking to the fridge, he grabbed one of the Gatorade’s sitting on the shelf and took the seat next to Tony at the table. “Anything left?” Peter asked, his eyes roving over the table in hopes that there was still some of the amazing smelling Indian food.

Tony didn’t hesitate to start putting the half-empty cartons in front of him – Peter looked up at him with a big smile on his face and started to dig in. He didn’t look up again until a couple of them were completely wiped out.

“So, Happy – how’s Pepper?”

The question was enough to have the man spluttering, a swift blush moving across his face. It wasn’t widely known that the two of them were an item – so Peter enjoyed every single second of his mumbled avoidance and then eventual gushing. Tony caught his eye a couple of times throughout the conversation, an amused twinkle residing there. Peter pinched his lips together and sent Tony an knowing wink.

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The next time Peter heard Tony say he loved him, Peter ran into him and Steve leaving the meeting room – both of them looking stressed. He tried to stop Tony as he walked past, but the subtle shake of his head stopped Peter’s next attempts. The only time Tony really got upset like that was when Steve was unreasonable and looking to go against what Tony said simply because it was Tony staying it.

Thinking quickly, Peter looked up – the habit one he hadn’t been able to break, no matter how often he communicated with the AI active around the entire compound. “Hey FRIDAY, do I still have access to the recordings in here?” Tony let him in on the monitoring codes when he first got here so he could avoid the others when he needed to a break from all the overbearing stimulus. It’d been more than a few months since that happened, so he wasn’t sure about the continued access.

FRIDAY answered immediately, her accent always making Peter smile the first time he heard it after a while. “Hi, Peter. You do. Tony hasn’t changed any of the security codes where you’re concerned. You’ve got full access.” She spoke so simply, as if having one of the keys to the kingdom wasn’t a big deal.

His curiosity about what just happened won out and he had FRIDAY pull up the footage from Steve and Tony’s conversation without much reservation. The screen on the wall was suddenly showing a scene that was timestamped for fifteen minutes prior. Sitting in one of the chairs closest to the screen, Peter settled against it and watched.

Tony shut the door behind Steve, sitting down across from him. The nerves that Tony couldn’t ever help sat heavily on his chest – the grip of his knitted fingers giving him away. Steve looked over at him, a curious tilt to his head. “What’s this about, Tony? We’re right in the middle of restructuring patrol groups – there’s not much going on,” Steve stated outright, the tone of his voice cutting and serious, as per usual.

Ducking his head, Tony took the customary few moments to reply. It was a noticeable habit – how long it took the older man put his words together. The idea of having so many thoughts running around in an already clustered head didn’t sound simple – so it made sense, his hesitation. 

He ran a hand through his hair before looking Steve dead in the eye. “I just wanted to let you know about something before things change because of it. I know that you’ll have something to say about it, regardless of when I tell you, so I thought I’d get it out of the way.”

Steve looked at him with interest, his forearms pressed against the table and he leaned on them, the move cutting down the space between them. “Sounds serious – what’s up?”

Not wanting to beat around the bush, Tony stood up, his mouth and hands moving a mile a minute. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t think I’d ever fall for someone on the team – but I have. I’m crazy about him and I’m bidding my time, trying to decide the best way to approach him.” Tony turned to lean against one of the glass walls, his arms crossing in front of him. “It’s Peter. I’m in love with Peter. If he’ll have me, I want to see where things can go with him.”

The reaction was almost immediate, Steve getting up out of his seat. He closed the distance between him and Tony, his long legs making it a quick thing. With less than a couple of inches left between them, Steve grabbed onto the front of Tony’s waistcoat. 

“You know how young he is, don’t you? You can’t, Tony,” Steve spat out, his eyes wide. It was an aggressive gesture and he seemed to understand that when Tony stayed silent. He let go but didn’t make any move to create any space between them.

“You think I don’t know how young he is? I was the person to bring him into this mess. I’m well aware of how it looks, but there hasn’t been anything between us until recently. He’s 20, Steve – shouldn’t we let him make his own decisions?”

“FRIDAY, turn it off, please.”

As soon as Peter requested it, the video was cut and the picture he saw up on the wall was no longer there. He didn’t need to see anymore to understand the defeated look on Tony’s face. Like most people in Peter’s life, Steve still saw him as a kid. Hell, up until the last couple of months, Tony still saw him that way, too. 

That was the one disadvantage, being the youngest person on the team – everyone neglected the fact that he’d been in the shit for years and could easily make his own decisions. Why did years of experience matter for some people, but not others?

Taking a couple of cleansing breaths, Peter got out of the chair he’d been sitting in and left the meeting room. What he’d seen made his blood boil – not because of what Tony said. No, he absolutely loved that. The way that Steve reacted, however – he might never be able to get that out of his head. 

Peter didn’t need people to fight his battles; especially someone still stuck in the past when it came to a lot of things. When something happened between him and Tony, Peter was determined to make sure Steve knew exactly how much he wanted it.

The unease sitting in his chest led him into the elevator and down a couple of floors to the lab that felt like a second home. There were a few adjustments he wanted to make to his web shooters and could get a lot of work done now that he had a little bit of extra energy to spare. 

He stopped when he saw Tony bent over his workbench, sparks flying around him. Peter took a second to enjoy the view of Tony in a tank top with his muscles bulging before, once again, trying to make as much noise as possible before walking into the room.

Tony looked up at him with the big goggles covering his eyes – the dirty part of his face spreading in a smile. “Hey, Pete,” Tony said, his gloved hand waving in Peter’s direction. He moved the goggles from his eyes and let them rest on the top of the backwards hat that sat on his head. If it wouldn’t be embarrassing, Peter would’ve swooned right there – the look was more than nice.

Shaking his head of the thought, Peter walked further into the room, a smile of his own settling across his face. “Hey, Tones – are you making those adjustments we talked about last week?”

It must’ve been the right question to ask, because Tony started on a happy tangent, the perturbed look he got a little while ago completely erased.

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Thankfully, the next time Peter heard Tony say he loved him, it was directly from Tony’s mouth. Since watching the video of his interaction with Steve, Peter felt a little on edge. He wondered, if only briefly, if the man’s reaction would be enough to dissuade Tony from acting on his feelings and putting them both out of their misery. It’d be the most unfortunate if Peter lost the chance he knew he could have before it even came his way.

In the last couple of weeks, Peter did everything he could to make his intentions clear. He flirted ruthlessly, touched Tony whenever he could, and even hinted about spending more time together outside of the lab. Tony didn’t look at him funnily, but also didn’t jump on the chance. The reserved smiles were driving Peter crazy – more than anything, he just wanted to shake Tony’s shoulders and shout about how much he knew. If only things could be that simple.

With the growing frustrations, Peter spent a little more time in the gym. Getting sweaty and letting his body do its thing was a great way to work off a bit of the pent-up energy that he couldn’t stop from bubbling up. So spun up, Peter hadn’t been able to sleep soundly throughout the night for a few days. Instead of tossing and turning, he got up and had FRIDAY run one of his simulation programs in the empty gym space.

He’d been flying effortlessly through one when he heard the door open. The sound blew his focus, and before he knew it, he was soaring in a free fall – his quick reflexes the only thing stopping him from slamming his face right into the floor. It was covered in padding, of course, but would make for a few hours of uncomfortable and needless pain. Looking up from them makeshift perch he made against the far wall, Peter was surprised to see Tony standing there.

“Swing down – I’ll hold the pads for you in the ring,” Tony shouted, his hands cupped around his mouth in the cutest of ways. Peter didn’t bother to answer, he simply did what was asked of him and touched down in front of Tony within a couple of seconds.

Boxing wasn’t usually his thing – he liked to keep things in the air where he had a bigger advantage than most. When it came to hand-to-hand combat, Peter preferred to rely on his speed; he had the gift, it made sense to take it by the reins and use it. However, he’d been trying to get more into the art of it. Tony spent a lot of time talking about the cadence of his breath and the footwork – he tried to cling the technicality to keep the interest alive.

For a little while, the only sounds in the gym were Peter’s breathing, the smack of his hands against the pads, and their feet moving over the canvas of the mat. It was soothing, transferring his weight back and forth between his feet and letting his arms go. Despite his normal disinterest, he found himself getting into it as the minutes past.

Tony finally broke the silence, his eyebrows arching at a particularly hard hit Peter delivered. “Having a hard time sleeping?” Tony asked. The answer to the question was obvious, but Tony was giving him the room to talk about it if he wanted to. Peter did, he really wanted to shout in Tony’s face, how much whiplash he’d brought upon himself. He didn’t, though – not when doing so would implicate him just as much.

“Its been a bit of a struggle, yeah. I haven’t been able to sleep through the night in a couple of weeks,” Peter admitted, his arms dropping for the first time since he stepped into the ring. “I’m exhausted most of the day but can’t seem to get any rest when I actually want to. I know you know how that is.”

They shared a look, the softness of Tony’s eyes blazing into loosening his resolve the longer he kept the older man’s stare. It was too hard to break away – he wanted those eyes on him all the time. In all honesty, he didn’t know how he survived it when they weren’t.

“I know, you know,” Peter mumbled, the words coming out of his mouth so easily despite the mental battle he’d been having about them for what felt like way too long. Tony didn’t break the eye contact, in fact, he took a step closer, the hitting pads falling to the canvas below them.

“You know what, Pete?” Tony asked, his strides stopping just before their toes were touching.

Peter could smell the musky sweat Tony worked up over the course of their trips across the ring – he always smelt spicy and clean, no matter how drenched he was. It made Peter wanted to thrust his nose into the middle of Tony’s chest and inhale, taking in the most Tony of scents he possibly could. Biting down on his lip, Peter shrugged, buying himself a couple seconds of time.

“That – that you love me. That you’re in love with me,” Peter finally babbled out, his face turning a cherry red with his confession. A surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, his body on high alert in case shit went wrong.

Tony shook his head, a reluctant smile slipping across his face. “I knew I heard you that night I was having dinner with Happy. He said it was just my wishful thinking – but I knew it.” Tony filled the space between them and wrapped him up in sweaty arms. “I do, though – love you.”

Grinning, Peter put his hands on Tony’s hips, his fingers finally able to clench and grip skin and bone he’d been thinking about for longer than he cared to admit. “Say it again,” he whispered, a mischievous glint overtaking his eye.

“I love you, Pete. I’m in love with you. And I want you. Very much.” Tony said the words with a nervous smile on his face – he still wasn’t sure about Peter’s reaction.

Peter surged forward and pressed his kiss against Tony’s in a sloppy kiss – the feelings he’d been keeping under wraps coming to the surface and overflowing. Tony moved until he was clutching Peter’s chin between his thumb and fingers, the grip tilting his head just right. The next kiss was much more controlled, the desire fueling the intensity of the kiss, not the sloppiness. Peter let himself be led through it, his entire body thrumming.

Oxygen forced them apart – Tony’s chest was heaving, and his cheeks were pink from the lack of blood flow to his brain. The entire look was too much – Peter leaned in and rested his face against the side of Tony’s neck in hopes of distraction. He took a deep breath, his brain desperately trying to categorize the smells. Then, he remembered that Tony loved him and that this embrace wouldn’t be the only one or anywhere close to the last.

“I love you too, you know,” Peter mumbled quietly, his head resting on Tony’s sweaty shoulder.

He felt Tony wrap him up tighter, his chin resting on the top of Peter’s head. “Yeah, Pete – I know.”

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Falling is Like This - Ch 7

Masterlist

Ch 1

Ch 6

Summary:   The day after dinner.

Warnings:   Language

Steve x Bucky x OFC

Soulmates AU – Not Civil War compliant. Not Agents of Shield Compliant.

A/N:       Wow, it’s been forever.  Life got busy... then, well... it fucking exploded. Super long story short? A couple months ago my husband, whom I had been with for almost 17 years, decided he didn't want the responsibility of being married anymore and left. So, yeah. I'm coping as best I can. Lonely and isolated as I am.

I hope y'all enjoy this chapter... it's a short one, but was needed to move this forward a bit. Thank you for sticking with me.

Ch 7

           Dinner the night before had gone better than you expected. You had left not long after the impromptu cuddle with Steve and Bucky, but you felt more secure than you had when you arrived. They had both kissed your cheek goodnight, and you had been grinning like crazy since. Maybe you could make plans with them again for tonight? Was it too soon? Maybe you’d asked Jemma’s opinion about tonight. You were still debating with yourself as you poured your third cup of coffee, and the doors to the lab slid open.

           Turning, you smiled when you saw Bucky. He was a bit sweaty and dressed in his gym clothes. They weren’t as tight as Steve’s, but his black shirt was sleeveless, and the shorts tended to cling… you definitely appreciated the view. He lingered by the door – seeming hesitant to approach you, but he returned your smile. “Hey, doll. Hope I’m not intruding. Sam and I were sparing, and my arm was acting a bit… weird.”

              Your brow furrowed and you gestured for him to take a seat. “It’s never a bother, Bucky. Even if it isn’t work related, I’m always happy to make time for you.” 

            He blushed a bit, smiling as he sat in front of you. “Yeah?”

              “Yes,” you replied firmly, holding his gaze so he knew you meant it. “You are always welcome.” When he nodded, accepting your words, you continued. “What’s going on with your arm?”

              “When I extend forward at the shoulder, or rotate too widely at the shoulder, it feels like a… I don’t know, not a shock really, but something similar.”

              You purse your lips in thought as you start to examine his arm. “Is it painful?”

              Bucky hesitated. “It’s… more of a discomfort than an outright pain… but it seems to get stronger with the strength of the movement, and I’d like to avoid it getting that bad.”

              You nodded. “Definitely. Are you okay if I check a few things? I was going to run a few diagnostics on it during the appointment we have yet to reschedule, but I’d like to go ahead and do that now if it’s okay? See if anything looks hinky.”

              “Anything you need to do,” Bucky said with a nod. “I trust you.”

              Your movement stuttered and you looked at him. He was looking at you, amusement softening his features. “You… you do?”

              “Of course, I’m sure that trust will continue to grow, but… I’m yours… you know?”

             His sweet smile is almost enough to bring tears to your eyes. You press a soft kiss to his cheek before returning your attention to his arm. You found the problem fairly quickly, fixing some loose connections. After rerunning some diagnostics and gathering the data you needed, you stepped back. “Alright, you should be good, but please let me know if you notice anything else, yeah?”

            Bucky smiled as he stood. “Of course, doll. Thank you.” He gave his arm an experimental rotation. “Yeah, much better. Not a twinge.”

           You grinned at him. “Good! So, um… If you guys don’t have anything going on tonight…”

           Bucky smirked as you stumbled over your words. He grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. “Dinner?”

            “Please?” you breathed out, relieved that he knew what you wanted and interrupted your ramble.

             “Sounds like a plan. It’s a late night for us tonight so we usually just order in, that work for you?”

            “Yeah, I’m good with that… I’m more interested in the company,” you smirked.

             Bucky chuckled. “Yeah… yeah, me, too. I’ll touch base with Stevie and text you a time?”

           You nodded, and he kissed your cheek before he left, bringing out the blush you had been fighting.

 ***

              Picking up your phone you checked the messages, expecting to see another message from Jemma… she had been voracious for details since your date with your soulmates. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw it was from Bucky. He had already confirmed plans for later tonight, and he hadn’t yet proved to be a chatty texter. Shit. You opened the message and your heart sank. They had another mission.

            It wasn’t really surprising, your soulmates were Avengers, but you couldn’t help the fear that washed over you. Hell, you had done field ops plenty of times when you were on Coulson’s team. Logically you knew it was ridiculous to get worked up over it. You quickly texted back asking if you could see them before they left. He responded almost immediately that they were heading to the quinjet now. You jumped up and ran. Fuck what anyone thought, you needed to at least see them before they left.

 ***

              Bucky texted quickly, disappointed that they were leaving so soon. He would’ve loved a chance to see you before they left. After stashing his bag on the quinjet he turned to go check in with Steve. As he walked down the ramp, he saw you running out of the building. Well, it looked like he’d get to say bye after all. He could tell when you notice Steve, because your direction changed, bringing you right to him. Bucky chuckled as Steve barely had time to brace before you launched yourself into his arms. As Bucky started moving toward the two of you, he saw Steve’s shocked expression soften and fill with fondness.

              Bucky patiently waited as Steve hugged you, and you whispered for him to be safe before kissing his cheek. Steve glanced at Bucky, smirking at him before passing you into his arms. “See you inside, Buck. Hazel, I’ll keep my promise.” Steve pressed a kiss to your cheek and walked up the ramp.

             Bucky sighed as you wrapped yourself around him. “I was worried I wouldn’t make it,” you murmured against his chest.

              “Glad you did. This one came up quick… didn’t like the thought of not seeing you before we left,” Bucky replied, giving you a squeeze.

              “Be safe. I’m going to make you promise, too. Keep each other safe for me, yeah?” you asked him, looking up at him imploringly. “Maybe I should get Stark to field rate me here so I can come along,” you muttered as an afterthought.

              “You were in the field?” Bucky asked, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice.

              “A bit,” you shrugged, knowing it wasn’t a conversation to have right now. “I’ll miss you guys. Come back soon,” you sighed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling him in for another hug.

              “We’ll miss you. And I’ll text as much as I safely can. You be safe, too. No more lab explosions,” he smirked.

              “I have never once exploded a lab!... Well, not accidently at least…”

              “Wait, what?!” He pulled back to look at you.

              “Later… there will be time for us to do story time later,” you said with a chuckle.

              “Yeah… I’m going to hold you to that, sugar.”

              “And Bucky?” You looked up at him, forcing yourself to hold eye contact.

              “Yeah, doll?”

              “I’m…  I’m yours, too. Just, just so you know. I’m yours… and Steve’s.”

              You watched him close his eyes and take a breath. You kissed his cheek once more. “I trust you, and I’m yours, Bucky.”

             “Thank you, Hazel.”

               “Be safe. Come home to me.”

               “We will. I promise.”

Ch 8

#tattooednursewrites #marvel fanfiction #MCU fanfiction #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #OFC #Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers #bucky barnes/ofc #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x steve rogers #Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/ofc #bucky barnes x steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers/ofc #Steve Rogers x OFC #soulmarks #soulmate au #soulmate alternate universe #steve/bucky #steve/bucky/ofc

[sirsparklepants]

Me: oh hey I should expand my ficlet since I enjoyed writing it, it shouldn’t take too much longer to wrap up the narrative since I don’t have much of a plot and I can’t have that fucking much to say about Billy and his situation

Also me, four days and 3100 words later: why does this keep growing

Anyway please have a few paragraphs of this since none of my friends are in the fandom so I can’t do the traditional “throw gdocs link in the group chat” method of sharing my WIPs.

Max’s little friends came around a lot. They’d had a weird conversation the first month Billy was coherent where they thanked him for saving them but told him he was still an asshole for the previous fall, and he said thanks for trying to save him and apologized for the shit he did as himself. Now that he’d killed people - Max said it was all the Mindflayer, but Billy knew his own darkness better than to buy into that - he could clearly see the petty meanness of bullying a group of kids just to feel powerful instead of powerless for once, and he was ashamed. No one talked about the monsters head on, but they all knew they were talking around them. Anyway, he wasn’t their favorite person, but it wasn’t a cold war when they visited either. 

He’d apologized to Steve Harrington, too, around that time; the other boy had come to see him in the hospital, and Billy had choked the words out, avoiding looking at Steve’s defensive stance or wary eyes directly. He was glad he had, now, because this conversation would be real awkward otherwise.

Mostly the kids biked to their house, but it was getting cold again, so today Steve picking them up. Billy sat by the kitchen window, ostensibly smoking out of it while the kids watched something in the living room, but really watching for Steve. When the BMW pulled up, Billy jogged out of the house, shivering in his jeans and long-sleeved shirt, before Steve could so much as step away from his car. 

“Hey,” Billy said, trying not to let on how much the cold was fucking with his bad joints. “I’ve got a favor to ask you.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows. Billy guessed he was lucky he wasn’t dismissing him outright. 

Billy looked furtively over his shoulder before he told Steve, “Yeah, it’s for Max. She’s turning fifteen soon, and Susan works about a million hours since my dad left, so her car is always gone. I want to fix up the Camaro so I can teach her how to drive.” Billy left out the part where he thought he might give it to her when she turned sixteen; much as he loved that car, getting in and out of something so low slung these days was chancy at best. 

“Still don’t see what this has to do with me,” Steve said, but he was a little more relaxed now. Listening. 

“I want it to be a surprise,” Billy said, “and you’re the only one I know who’s got the space to keep it out of sight. And…” he hesitated, but if he really wanted to get this done by February, it was necessary. “After this summer, I can't… bend down too long, be under the car too long, shit like that. I could fix it all myself, but it’d take too long without an extra pair of hands. I could use your help.”

#stranger things season 3 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #sort of #it's getting there #my fic

[i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend]

Missed Connections ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU (Part 3/7)

A/N: Hi my lovelies! Okay, first off thank you so much for all of the love especially on the last chapter of Missed Connections. I haven’t gotten a chance to respond to you yet, but I have read all the comments and I’m soo soo grateful. Also, I’m pretty sure I got everyone who asked to be tagged but if I missed you I’m super sorry. Just shoot me an ask or a message or comment that you want to be tagged and I’ll add you. I am still working on Primary Colors. The chapter is being a bit stubborn and this story just started writing itself so I figured i”d share. I really love this part so I hope you enjoy it as well. 

Summary: Second semester is a bit disappointing to start off with. But maybe things will start looking up. (This is a crap summary. I apologize.) 

Characters/Pairings; Eventual Steve x Reader, Bruce, Betty, Thor, Sam, Scott, Clint, Tony, Pepper, Nat, Wanda :D 

Rating: T (language? maybe)

Warnings: A little bit of self doubt on the reader’s part 

Word Count: 2303 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

“So we’ve officially covered everything that’s fair game on the exam,” Bruce said triumphantly.

You and Betty cheered.

“I vote, we take a thirty minute break. Let our brains revive themselves. And then do another round of review before we call it a night,” Betty suggested.

“I think that’s a fabulous idea,” you agreed.

“Sounds good to me.”

Bruce shut his textbook and pulled off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes.

“I’m going to grab some more food. Do you guys want anything?” Betty offered.

“I’m good.”

“No thanks.”

“Alright. Back in a few.”

Once she was out of earshot, you slid over next to Bruce.

“You guys seem to be hitting it off.”

“What are you talking about? We’ve just been studying?”

“The lingering glances. Her laughing at your lame science jokes.”

He held his hand to his heart as though he were wounded. “I thought you loved my lame science jokes.”

You laughed and nudged his shoulder.

“Love, sure. Actually find funny?” you grimaced and he rolled his eyes. “But seriously you should ask her to hang out after the exam..”

“And you should take your own advice.”

“I would if I ever saw him this semester. There’s been literally zero sign of him. I’ve seen his friends plenty of times, but… maybe he went abroad last minute.”

Bruce shook his head.

“No, he didn’t. He’s in my orgo 2 lecture.”

Surprisingly that didn’t buoy your spirits all that much. You were nervous he was avoiding you.

“Come on,” you urged. “At least one of us should get our love connection this semester.”

Before you could go too far down that rabbit hole Betty returned with a plate of chicken fingers and you could no longer ignore your hunger.

“Okay, I take it back. I want food. I’ll be back.”

You climbed out of the booth and grabbed your ID and phone before hurrying into line.

You wanted to give Betty and Bruce as much alone time as possible so you started looking for someone you could sit with for the time being. That was when you spotted Thor and Sam in a booth just inside the doors.

“Hey fellas, mind if I sit with you for a bit?”

“Y/n!” Thor boomed. In your few encounters you had figured out he was typically happy to see everyone. “Of course.”

He slid over so you could sit. You smiled at Sam and their other friend.

“Hi, I’m y/n.” You smiled.

“Scott. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You arched an eyebrow at the word “finally” and Sam elbowed him in the ribs.

“I said finally. I meant it’s just nice to meet you. You seem like a really cool person. From your appearance.”

“Real smooth,” Sam snarked, rolling his eyes.

“So how’s the semester treating you guys?” You asked as you tried to hide your smile because obviously the guys talked about you.

Scott and Sam shrugged, but Thor groaned.

“It’s already kicking my ass. What about you?”

“Drowning. I had a chem exam Monday and I have a bio exam tomorrow. But hey, that’s what I signed up for.”

You leaned around the back of the booth so you could watch your friends. Betty was giggling at something Bruce had said and he was attempting to look cool.

“Trying to avoid someone?” Sam asked as he tried to see who you were looking at.

“No. My friend Bruce has a crush on this girl in our bio class who just so happens to be my lab partner. So I invited her to study with us and now we’re taking a break so I’m trying to stay scarce for as long as possible.”

“And here I thought you were just wanted to spend some time with us,” Thor teased.

“I mean that’s just a bonus,” you informed him as you smiled sweetly.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I’m having a party at my apartment tomorrow night. Do you want to come?”

The prospect was a bit daunting and you hesitated.

“You can bring your friends of course,” he said quickly. “The more the merrier.”

“Okay. Maybe. I’ll talk to my friends.”

He grinned broadly.

“Alright. Here, why don’t you give me your number and I’ll text you the details.”

You opened up a new text message and handed over your phone to Thor so he could text himself while you chatted with Scott and Sam. Conversation was easy, and you quickly lost track of time. You would have stayed talking to them until Late Night closed, but Bruce texted you rapid fire to get your attention.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you guys later.”

“See ya.”

“Good luck on your exam.”

“Come out tomorrow night and celebrate,” Sam suggested with a wink.  

“I’ll try and swing by,” you promised. “Good night.”

You quickly rejoined your friends and returned to studying. Bruce and Betty called it around midnight but you continued studying until Late Night closed at two.

As you eyed the mountain of stuff you had to get back to your room, you silently cursed yourself from not bringing your backpack down earlier. You had made so many small runs up to your room for studying materials that you couldn’t really carry it all.

“Need a hand?”

Your eyes widened in surprise when you looked up and found Steve standing there with a hesitant expression. You were going to refuse but then your laptop slipped off the top of the stack and he snatched it before it could smash on the ground.

“That’d be great. Thanks,” you conceded, handing over your textbook.

Tucking the multitude of colored pens into the front pocket of your hoodie, you shoved the loose papers into the front of your notebook and hugged the stack of them to your chest.

“All set?”

You nodded and fell in step beside him.

“Bio exam tomorrow?”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Do you have Fury?” he asked as you walked towards the elevators.

“Yeah. He’s super intimidating. I think it’s the eye patch.”

“It’s definitely the eye patch,” he agreed with a snort. “And the leather duster. Are Phil and Maria still TAing?”

You nodded as you stepped inside the elevator. “I have Phil for discussion. He’s the best.”

“Absolutely,” Steve agreed leaning against the opposite wall. “You should try to go to his office hours all the time if you can. He has the coolest gadgets.”

“I already do. I’m convinced he’s really a spy,” you confided with a giggle.

“I completely agree. One time he actually kicked open the door and tactical rolled into office hours.”

“No he didn’t,” you gasped.

“Cross my heart,” he grinned.  

“Oh my god. That is too funny.”

The elevator doors slid open on your floor and you sighed. You wished you had more time. He walked you all the way to your door, waiting patiently while you fished out your keys. You silently pushed open your door and dumped your notebooks on your desk before turning back to Steve and taking your textbook and laptop back from him.

“Thanks for your help,” you smiled and bit your lip.

He grinned and scratched behind his ear.

“Any time. Good luck on your exam.”

“Thanks.”

You both hesitated, before he mumbled, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

You slipped into your room and locked the door leaning up against it for a moment, before swearing under your breath.

“Shit. I still didn’t introduce myself.”  

“So what did you guys think?” you asked as the three of you walked out of the exam.

“I feel really good. I didn’t leave any blank so that’s a plus,” Betty reported as she tucked her pen into the front pocket of her backpack.

You looked to Bruce for his answer.

“About the same. There wasn’t anything off the wall.”

“Agreed. I’m just glad that and chem are over and I can actually enjoy the weekend.”

Betty nodded excitedly.

“Any fun plans?”

“I actually got invited to a party tonight. Do you guys wanna come?”

Bruce shuffled his feet slightly.

“We’re actually going to First Friday at the Science Museum.”

“They’re having a robot dance off before they open the floor for a massive party,” Betty elaborated.

You couldn’t help but grin at them. You did manage to refrain from squealing.

“It sounds like a blast. I hope you guys have fun.”

“I think we will,” Betty smiled before glancing at her watch. “Oh crap. I’m going to be late for work. I’ll see you guys later.”

“I’ll pick you up at 6:30,” Bruce told her.

“Looking forward to it.”

You waved until she was out the doors and then you gave in, squealing and flailing at Bruce.

“Yay! I’m so excited for you.”

“I’m so nervous. What if I screw it up?”

“You’re not going to screw it up. It’s going to be great. I’m so proud.”

He rolled his eyes and tugged on the straps of his backpack. “Come on, we have to meet the others for lunch.”  

You practically skipped towards the dining hall tugging Bruce behind. He was outright laughing at your enthusiasm by the time you sat down with the others.  

“I really wasn’t expecting this amount of giddiness just because I’m going to the Science Museum.”

“With the girl you’ve been crushing on,” you pointed out with a smirk.  

“That’s neither here nor there,” he spoke noncommittally. “Besides. I asked my crush out. That means it’s your turn. You have to talk to him.”

“Well she already has. Late last night,” Pepper smirked as she sipped her coffee.

“What does that mean?” Tony asked, looking up from his notebook where he was scribbling down his latest idea.

You thought you had been quiet enough to avoid waking Pepper, but her knowing look told you that you were wrong.

“Well, y/n, was walked back to our room by a certain someone we all technically don’t know.”

“And you didn’t text us immediately?”

“I’ve been busy. I needed sleep. I had an exam,” you drew out the last word pointedly.  

“And now you’re done so you can spill,” Wanda concluded with a grin.  

Knowing they weren’t going to let it go and honestly still being giddy about it, you rapidly recounted the journey from the dining hall to your room. It wasn’t terribly exciting in retrospect but you still beamed at the memory. After the gushing wrapped up Clint shook his head at you.

“I can’t believe you didn’t give him your number.”

“Technically she didn’t even give him her name,” Nat smirked at you and you stuck your tongue out in reply.

“He didn’t give me his either!” you argued.

“That doesn’t make anything better.”

“At least we had a full conversation. That’s progress.”

“True. But I think it’s time to kick it up a notch. And Thor’s party is the perfect opportunity.”

“Sit still or I’m going to poke your eye out,” Nat warned as you fidgeted for the thousandth time as she put the finishing touches on your make up.

Despite your rapidly mounting nerves, the afternoon had been fun. All four of you were going out that night, so you spent the time getting ready together. Wanda had left for her anniversary dinner with Viz an hour earlier. And Tony had come to pick up Pepper for Rhodey’s award ceremony shortly thereafter leaving you with Nat.

“Are you sure you’re not going overboard? This feels like a lot of makeup. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t question my makeup skills because I love you.” She smirked as she took a step back to admire her work. “Perfect.”

She held up the mirror so you could look at your reflection and you were pleasantly surprised. What had felt like a lot of makeup was really just touches here and there to enhance your features.

“You’re a knockout. Now it’s time for the finishing touch.”

She walked over to your closet and pulled out the black knee high boots you had bought on a whim during fall semester.

“I’m not wearing the boots, Nat.”

“Yes, you are. They make the outfit. Besides, you sass walk when you were them.”

“What does that even mean?” you snorted.

“It means you sway your hips, and make your ponytail swing. It’s hot. People notice when you do it.”

“Really?” you asked and your voice was way more hopeful than you wanted it to be.

“You’re not nearly as invisible as you think you are, sweetheart,” she said softly stroking your cheek. “Now, put on the damn boots.”

You chuckled and took the boots and zipped them up over your skinny jeans. You glanced at your reflection in the full length mirror on the back of your door.

Nat looked over your shoulder.

“You look like you want to puke.”

She wasn’t wrong; your stomach was queasy.

“I’m so nervous,” you admitted moving to sit on your bed.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a party.”

“It’s my first college party,” you reminded her. “And I’m going by myself.”

“Only for a little while. Clint and I will be there as soon as the meeting is over.”

“Are you sure I don’t need to be there?” you asked for the sixth.

“I’m positive. E-board only. We’re just finalizing numbers. The real work will start next week. Come on. Clint and I will get you on the shuttle.”

“I can do this,” you mumbled as you pulled on your peacoat and double checked your purse.

“Yes, you can.”

True to her word Nat and Clint, waited for the shuttle with you, making sure you got on. They also made you promise to text them when you got there and you resisted the urge to call them mom and dad.

A/N: So there you go. I’m super excited for what’s coming up. I have the ending planned out but there’s lots more fun and shenanigans to come. I hope you enjoyed this. Thanks so much for reading. Feedback is lovely! Mwah! 

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #College!Au #Missed Connections #partidos

[naferty]

So....🎁2/19 is my bday 🎂 and I was wondering if you had any sneak peeks for Finding Pack or Mr and Mrs... Mom & Dad? Or if you'd be able to give a little IronPanther lovin'? I'm still a bit pissed at Steve for the bs he pulled in CW and have been obsessed with IronPanther lately. Anything will be loved though ❤❤

You left me with too much limit and little time so I sort of had to quickly write this out, an Ironpanther with shifter mixed in and some Tony and tiny Peter fluff, and I hope it makes your day brighter. Happy Birthday!

This is part 1 for you! I’ll get you part 2 out the moment I can.

~~~

Tony prowled his territory cautiously. Recently there had been an influx of humans wandering the forest, searching, hunting, and he couldn’t risk getting caught off-guard. Not when many shifters had moved further south, away from the humans residing north.

They were being pushed back. There was no denying it now. Many shifters were losing their homes in a rapid rate and many were leaving even faster.

The safest for shifters were to pack up. A lone shifter was an easy target, but a group had a chance. Tony was not amongst the lucky ones to have a group watch his back, at least not outright. The shifters of the area were canine and many. They had little trouble sticking together. Forming packs and tight bonds that made it harder for humans to target. Their instinctual needs making it easy to fall into roles.

A pack of these canine shifters were kind enough to be acquainted with him. Some might even, dare he say it, call him a friend of the canines. Which was saying a lot, considering he was a white tiger and made canines wary in the best of times and posed a threat at the worst.

Not many would’ve taken a chance on him, but he was thankful the uncoordinated pup (though he claimed to have been a teenager) had stumbled upon him. Disoriented and lost, he had feared him at first, but the pup began talking his ear clean off and stuck close when Tony showed no signs of wanting to eat him. The only shifter in the area Tony offered safety that the pup needed and Tony understood wandering the forest alone as a cub. It brought forth terrors. Never knowing when something would strike or when a human would jump from the shadows.

Tony allowed him to stay, learning the pup’s name was Peter and coming to understand how he ended up lost, how they ended up getting attacked but he didn’t know by whom, not when his aunt and uncle screamed for him to run. He stayed with Tony for days and Tony ended up hunting for two. The most hunting he had ever done in his life.

Eventually the pup’s pack traced his scent and came back for him. Their hostility quickly dissolved shortly after they learned his role in protecting Peter until his family found him. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were grateful. Their leader offered his thanks and promised to spread word of him to other canines of the area. He was an ally and was to be treated like one.

There was no complaints from Tony, not when it resulted in many canines simply avoiding him instead of confronting him when their paths crossed. Tony hoped this thin line of friendship with the pup’s pack extended to helping, or at least keeping an eye out on him, should the humans walk into their territory. Naturally, that thin line extended both ways, so when he heard a howl with a very familiar tone to it Tony didn’t even hesitate or think about it twice. He ran to the howl, taking notice of the sounds of footsteps on dead grass the closer he got. He caught a glimpse of tall shadows standing upright through the trees. The shadows of danger. The shadows of death. Humans were here and Peter had been howling in fear near the area.

Heart beating heavy in his chest he rushed forth, crouching when the shapes of the humans became clear. There were five of them jogging through the trees and there, in the direction of their path, was Peter’s form, shivering with his tail curled around himself. He was trapped. Rocks and boulders blocking his path and far too small to jump over them.

The humans aimed their guns at him, ready to fire, and Tony moved with as much speed as he could. He roared, hearing it echo through the trees and watching as the humans turned to him in horror. He struck at those nearest to him, forcing the rest to back off with shouts and orders. He saw his opportunity and rushed to Peter, grabbed him by the scruff and jumped over the stones in hopes of it blocking the humans and climbed higher. He needed distance, he needed to hide, he needed to make sure Peter was as far away from the danger as possible, he needed to -

A sharp pain struck him on his thigh and gave him a flinch, but it didn’t bring forth a burning sensation of a serious wound so he ignored it and pushed forward with more force. He found as the seconds ticked by it became harder and harder to jump until eventually even moving his front legs seemed an impossibility.

The humans tranquilized him! Shit.

He draped himself over the last boulder he could climb and released Peter, nudging him to go with his snout. “Run, Peter.”

“No, no Mr Stark,” Peter’s tiny body shivered. “I can’t leave you here.”

Tony bared his teeth. “Go!” He managed to catch Peter run and hear the footsteps of the humans closer before he just couldn’t keep awake anymore. The very last thing he heard was Peter’s whine as something struck him.

He woke up disoriented with his head pounding and the ground shaking from underneath him. He was met with darkness and the foul smell of old fear and no forest. His only source of light were tiny holes allowing the sun to shine in and he cursed with a loud growl when he realized he was in a damn box. Moving also showed he was also chained down. A collar on his neck, shackles on his paws and a muzzle.

A soft whimper to his right made him stop from ramming against the walls in desperation. A tiny body was curled next to him and his heart stopped when he realized it was Peter. He didn’t escape. He was captured as well. Tony couldn’t save him.

He curled himself protectively around the pup, promising to find a way for him to escape no matter what.

~~

T’Challa held in a growl threatening to escape him. He had seen not one, but three - three - shifters chained up and displayed as if they were mere mindless animals meant to be exotic pets. To many in this event they were exactly that. Mindless animals praised as rarities by their sellers and paid little mind to them, never questioning how the black stallion standing tall showed intelligence in his eyes. But to those who knew exactly what this fabrication hid under it.

A black market running right under the nose of the clueless. A black market that specialized in the selling and enslaving of shifters for different purposes. For entertainment, for strength, for protection, for pleasure, and it sickened him.

He remained silent, however. It would do no good when visitors of the land caused a scene, not when relations were strained as it was. T’Challa promised he was going to personally see the end of such exchanges. To think they treated shifters as materials when they were just as human as any other.

The itch to take to his fur was strong but he needed the face of a simple man. It would do no good to cause panic and force the Dora Milaje to retaliate in defence, and so he continued his walk, followed by two fierce warriors. He carried his disgust on the inside while on the outside was the face of indifference. He hoped his eyes expressed his anger.

The more he walked the more he wished to leave the foul place. After watching the fourth clueless man stare at the stallion shifter and turn away without any recognition or care the decision to leave was easy to choose. This was when his little sister made an appearance and took that decision out of his hands. Her eyes so often bright in joy were forlorn, silent anger hidden under a layer of control. She wanted to lash out, just as he, but her reason unknown to him.

He didn’t have to ask her reason. She offered with a displeased head shake. “They are hosting an auction. Among their pieces is a shifter. Rare in color and mistreated. I fear if he is sold he will not see another day. Please, we must help.”

T’Challa frowned. Shuri was well aware of what hid amongst the illusions and also knew they couldn’t interfere, not yet, no matter how much they wish to aid. “You know we can not.”

“I have talked to him,” Shuri revealed. “He shows intelligence, more than most.” She looked down momentarily, showing a hesitation rarely ever seen by her. “He protects another. Younger. We must help.”

T’Challa didn’t understand, not at first, but if it had Shuri worried than it must have been serious. He nodded and followed after her, leading him close to the gathering crowd but remaining at the edge. There was a stage present where the auctioneer was to present the merchandize. Shuri led them around and through a black curtain behind it. The dark of the area prevented them from being spotted, but under a designated light source he saw multiple items waiting to be sold and among them a simple bar cage. Primitive and horrid, for inside was a beast. Chained to the ground with shackles on its legs, collar on its neck and a muzzle. The fur mangled, scars present in the patches it missed and dried blood decorating in-between the stripes.

A white tiger. Filthy, scarred, and afraid. It shaked in its hold, but through the trembling T’Challa could easily see the anger coursing through its body upon seeing them. The baring of its teeth accompanied with a soft hiss.

He was beautiful.

They got closer. The hiss grew with each step they took and the body curled into a ball as much as the chains allowed. When T’Challa and Shuri stood just outside the cage he knew why. There, curled up next to the belly of the tiger, was a pup, an adolescent wolf by the size, appearing to be around Shuri’s age. The youngster was untouched compared to the tiger. Better fed and fur relatively cleaner.

The tiger released a protective growl upon realizing he was studying the pup. T’Challa raised his hands, meaning no harm, but didn’t move. It was clear this shifter was mistreated. Not even the other shifters on display appeared to receive the same treatment. He couldn’t leave the creature alone like this.

“Be calm. We mean no harm.” The sharp eyes of the tiger pierced his being. He distrusted, as the nature of his environment. He would not believe a word T’Challa would say. Only actions will win the shifter’s trust. “We will help you out.”

The tiger huffed. His ears were pulled all the way back, flat on his head and tail flicking back and forth in agitation. He didn’t appear to wish to talk and T’Challa didn’t expect him to, but desperation was a strong motivation.

His shoulders sagged, head going down in defeat. “Save…. Peter… please. Get… him out.”

The pup whined and T’Challa knew he couldn’t leave either of them there. He turned to Shuri and they shared a nod of understanding.

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Could you do Shaun and Claire?

Who is more likely to hurt the other? - Shaun is actually more likely to hurt Claire than she is him. He doesn’t mean to, but he’s so unsure about himself in their relationship that sometimes he ends up shutting her out or snapping at a situation he doesn’t know what to do with. She knows it’s not his fault most of the time, but it can still hurt when he tucks away from her or avoids her. Thankfully, it doesn’t happen very often.

Who is emotionally stronger? - Claire is the stronger one of the two, for sure. She’s very calm and collected in most situations; it takes a lot to unnerve her. Usually she’s always there when Shaun gets overwhelmed or strung-out, and she can help him calm down.

Who is physically stronger? -  That’d be Shaun. Claire blames it on him being taller than her— she says if they were the same height she would be the stronger one, which totally makes sense. But in the meantime, Shaun is stronger, and he loves to pick her up around the waist and twirl her around. It makes her collapse into giggles, and Shaun adores her laugh, so he does it all the time.

Who is more likely to break a bone? - Neither of them! These two are overly careful, and let’s be honest, a broken arm isn’t too great for performing surgery. They’re both not the daredevil type anyway, so the risk isn’t really there in the first place.

Who knows best what to say to upset the other? - Shaun has the tendency to say harsher things. He’s very blunt and upfront as it is, and he’s never afraid to call anyone out when it comes down to it. This would correlate into their relationship. He regrets it afterwards, but in the moment, when it comes to fighting, he’s the one more likely to go too far.

Who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? - Shaun is always the first to apologize, and he goes all out. He’ll disappear and show up on Claire’s doorstep later with chocolates and flowers and a miserable expression on his face. He usually keeps apologizing for an hour or so after she forgives him, too, just for good measure.

Who treats who’s wounds more often? - They swap out. Whoever is hurt, the other person is there to take care of them. They’re both experts with what they know so they both trust the other 100%. And they’re both equally worried over the other when they are hurt, too.

Who is in constant need of comfort? - Shaun takes the cake, again. A lot of the time, he can’t shake the idea of him being more of a burden than anything else. It gets especially bad if he’s strung-out about other things, too— everything just pushes down on him and makes him a nervous wreck. Claire is always more than patient with him, though, and she never hesitates to offer that comfort.

Who gets more jealous? - Shaun doesn’t get very ‘jealous’ per-say. He just thinks Claire is far too good for him and he is basically always asking himself why she’s dating him. So he might see Claire talking to some handsome guy, and he might think she would be happier with him, instead. Sometimes he even goes so far as to say that out loud, or ask why she’s with him in the first place, if he’s really feeling inadequate. Her response is to always just kiss the question away, though.

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other? - They are both very committed to the other, and very honest about their feelings. Neither of them are a flight risk in any sense. However, Shaun always worries that Claire will leave him for someone ‘better’ so in his opinion it would probably be her.

Who will propose? - Honestly? Both of them kind of do. Really, it all started because Shaun was feeling so unsure about where they stood as a couple. He was always worried and always uncertain. So Claire just let it drop one day, in casual conversation. They were working the emergency room, and they had the cutest little girl in with a broken arm. As they were seeing her off, all patched up, Claire just announced: “I’d like to have a girl as cute as that when we get married.” Shaun short-circuited, basically. He looked at her and all he could really say was: “When…we get married?” She just shrugged it off, as if it was common knowledge. “Yeah, of course,” she’d said. “When we get married.” And from then on, it was always said, by both her and him. When we get married, we’ll get a house like this. We’ll set up the living room like this. We’ll do this, we’ll visit this place. It got easier for Shaun to see, and because of that he was much less wary about them being together– instead, he was just excited. Claire loved to see his eyes shine brighter with more and more certainty each time he declared it. Eventually, one day, he just turned to her and asked outright: “Would you please marry me?” She was so happy he finally felt comfortable enough to that she almost cried, but all she could really do was laugh and say: “I practically already have.”

Who has the most difficult parents? - They both have had troubled childhoods, and their fair share of bad parents. They don’t see it as a contest; when Shaun hits a bad day and can’t tear his mind away from his past, Claire is there, and when Claire’s mom tries to contact her, Shaun sits with her and listens to her vent. They understand first-hand how bad it feels, so they’re both always willing to drop everything else to support the other.

Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? - Shaun. At first he wasn’t on board with hand-holding and claimed he didn’t like it. But flash forward in their relationship, and it’s like someone just super-glued their hands together. The instant they go anywhere, Shaun is all smiles, reaching for her. He’s so eager to show everyone else Claire is his girlfriend— it always makes her bubble over with affection.

Who hogs the blankets? - Nobody! They both share the blankets equally; it’s the perfect situation. They don’t cuddle very much, because it’s not really up Shaun’s alley. So they stay on their side of the bed, and that means having no problems with space invasion.

Who gets more sad? - Shaun gets sad more frequently than Claire does. There’s a certain few topics that Claire is very sensitive over, like lost patients, or her mother, or mistakes she’s made in the past. She can get very upset over things like that. Shaun is usually more prone to getting upset about the here-and-now, or things that drag up the past with his dad or with Steve. Either way, one is always there for the other, no matter what.

Who is better at cheering the other up? - Claire is so so talented at cheering Shaun up. She’s practically an expert on it by now. Usually she can just look at him and he’ll crack a smile. But if that doesn’t work, she likes to go above and beyond. We’re talking pancakes, ice cream, relaxing walks in the park— she’ll do anything she can to get that smile she loves back on his face where it belongs.

Who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? - Neither of them. This has only happened once, when they first started dating. Shaun said something that was annoyingly adorable and on an impulse, Claire reached out to push his shoulder good-naturedly. But the shove caught Shaun really off-guard, and he flinched away from her like she’d punched him. Claire scrambled to apologize, but that almost made it worse. He was quiet and stiff for the rest of the night. It’s never happened since.

Who is more streetwise? - Claire, hands-down. Shaun’s booksmart, but that’s unfortunately where it ends a lot of the time. But it’s alright because she compensates for him. Her street knowledge stretches much farther than just the Flirting Trifecta.

Who is more wise? - They’re both pretty equal. The two of them have been through the wringer and they’re both better off for it. By a slim, slim margin, it’d probably be Claire. She gives better straightforward advice Shaun can rely on, and he goes to her quite a lot because of that. But sometimes Shaun’s viewpoint is the best on a given situation. Claire never counts his wisdom out of the equation.

Who’s the shyest? - Shaun is definitely shyer. Claire could give him the tiniest compliment or the tiniest peck on the cheek and he’s beet red in less than a second. He always gets this huge grin on his face, too; it’s Claire’s absolute favorite thing to see.

Who boasts about the other more? - They are both neck-in-neck in this one. There’s no way of telling. Because, to be frank, neither of them can shut up about the other. Claire loves to go on and on about her wonderful boyfriend and how smart he is and how sweet, and every other sentence out of Shaun’s mouth is about Claire and how beautiful she is and how talented and how she’s his girlfriend, and isn’t he just the luckiest person ever? Friends of theirs have to practically put in earplugs.

Who sits on who’s lap? - It doesn’t happen often because Shaun doesn’t like the pressure, or the feeling of being held down. Claire understands that. Usually she just puts her head down on his shoulder, and leans against him. He prefers it that way, and sometimes he puts his head down on hers, too. They fell asleep like that one time at work. Carly took a picture.

#OKAY soo many people asked for Shaun and Claire and every single person that did also left the cutest little sentiment behind it #Like someone said I was brilliant and someone else told me to safe and someone else wished me good health like you guys are too sweet #The Good Doctor #Shaun Murphy #Claire Browne #ShaunxClaire #Shipping Meme #Headcanon #Made before S1E18 #Hopefully these are all passable I liked the proposal one the best idk bout u kids #Let's seeee I got ClairexJared and ShaunxMelendez and ClairexMelendez coming up so (somehow) if your ship ain't there keep 'em coming