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winchesterwild78 · 5 months ago

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The Ranch

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Characters: Jensen-cowboy, single dad, x Reader-city girl moved to country to get away from it all

Warnings: language, angst, mention of death.

A/N: A short little story featuring our favorite green eyed cowboy, not an actor in this, lives on a ranch in Texas, is a widower with 3 kids. Reader is a city girl who moves to the country to get away from her ex and start a new life. She takes a job on the ranch and things develop between her and the cowboy. Internal dialogue in italics.

So much love and thanks to @cheynovak for the idea. ♥️ All work is my own. No disrespect to anyone, this is a work of fiction. Real names are used, but again this is a work of fiction. Sorry the 1st part is so long, just setting up the story. Do not take my work

Minors DNI 18+

“I already told you, we are through. I can’t keep doing this with you. I feel like I’m banging my head against the ceiling and anytime I talk to you about it, you tell me I’m overreacting or you ask me some bullshit like is it that time of the month. Who the fuck does that? I’m done, Alex.”

“Please, Y/N, don’t throw away 4 years over a little disagreement.” You scoffed, “A little disagreement?! Is that what you call it? No, fuck that. All I did was bring up marriage and you acted like I asked you to rob a bank or something. We’ve been together 4 years, we live together, was it really too much to ask when we might get married? I want to get married, have children. All the things you said you wanted too. I guess you lied just to get me to move in with you.”

You stormed into your bedroom, grabbed a suitcase and started packing. Grabbing clothes, toiletries and other important things and throwing them in the suitcase. You were beyond pissed. Alex walked in the bedroom, “Come on, you’re not really leaving. You’re just pissed and throwing a tantrum.” “Fuck you, Alex!”

Pushing past him you went into the living room and grabbed family pictures and stuffed them into your bag. You took the apartment key off your key ring and placed it on the counter. “I told you, I’m done.” You grabbed your stuff and walked out, closing the door behind you.

Loading up your car you just drove. You had no idea where you were going, but you needed to get away. After hours on the road, you pulled into a little diner that had a hotel near it. It wasn’t the biggest, fanciest hotel, but you were exhausted.

Climbing out of the car you went to the office of the hotel. Ringing the bell a sweet older lady came out and greeted you with a smile. “Howdy, young lady. Do you need a room?” “Yes, ma’am. If you have any available.” “Yes, darlin’ I have a few left. Is it just you?” “Yes, ma’am, it’s just me.” She had you fill out the guestbook and handed you the key. “Why don’t you head next door and grab a bite to eat. You looked starved.” She smiled sweetly at you. You nodded, thanked her and left.

You grabbed your bag and headed to your room. Unlocking the door you noticed it was a typical hotel room, but it was clean and looked well taken care of. You put your bag down and laid on the bed. It was so comfortable, you could just fall asleep right then.

Your stomach grumbled, so you decided to check out the diner. Grabbing your purse and jacket, you stepped outside and walked towards the diner. When you entered, a bell above the door rang and you were greeted by the waitress, “Howdy, just sit anywhere you’d like.” You nodded and took a seat in the booth near the back.

The waitress who greeted you walked over and smiled, “Hey hon, what can I get you to drink?” She asked as she handed you the menu. “I’ll have water with lemon, please.” “Sure thing, hon. Take your time and I’ll be back.” You looked over the menu and because you were so hungry everything looked so good. You decided on a burger and fries, just keeping it simple.

The waitress, Cindy, came back with your water, “Do you know what you want?” “Yes, ma’am, I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries please.” “Anything else?” “No, that’s it, thank you.” “Okay, coming right up.” She walked away and put in your order.

Everyone here seems so nice. It’s a nice place too. Out in the country, far away from the city, and away from Alex. I wonder if anyone here is hiring.

“Excuse me, Cindy?” Cindy walked over to you, “Yes, honey, do you need anything?” “Yeah, I’m new to the area, kinda relocating here. Do you know anyone that’s hiring or anyone that has a room to rent?” “Well, the only person I know of off the top of my head that’s hiring is Ackles’ Ranch. They have a live in ranch hand position they are trying to fill. Have you ever worked on a Ranch, honey?” “No, I haven’t, but I’m a fast learner.”

“I tell you what, I’ll give Jensen a call and tell him to be expecting you tomorrow morning. Maybe he would be willing to give you a trial basis.” “Oh my goodness, thank you so much.” “You’re welcome sweetie, now eat up.” She set your food down in front of you.

You ate your food, paid your bill and thanked her again. Cindy gave you the address and phone number for the Ranch and told you Jensen, Mr. Ackles was expecting you tomorrow morning. You took the information and thanked her again. Leaving the diner you went back to your room to shower and get ready for bed.

Excitement coarse through your body. Surely you could handle working on a Ranch, right? After your shower, you climbed into bed and fell asleep quickly. Before too long your alarm was waking you up. Turning it off you got out of bed and started to get dressed. You pulled on jeans, a t-shirt, and your boots. Grabbing the Ranch information, your purse and your keys, you headed to your car.

Your body tingled with anticipation as you drove towards the address. After about 30 minutes, your car pulled up to two large, wrought iron gates, one with a large “A” and the other with a large “R” on it. A small sign to the side said “Ackles Ranch”. You buzzed the call box and waited.

“Hello, can I help you?”, a voice came over the speaker. “Yes, hello, my name is Y/N, Cindy called Mr. Ackles and he’s expecting me.” “Okay, come on in.” The gates opened, and you drove up the long driveway.

Finally arriving at the main house, you were taken back by how beautiful it was. You parked your car and stepped out. As you turned to look around the beautiful land, you saw a man riding up to you on a horse. The horse was breathtaking, chestnut colored coat, well taken care of, and the rider was just as breathtaking. He hopped off and the first thing you noticed was his piercing green eyes.

The man walked over to you, his legs slightly bowed, but he was tall and broad shoulders. You bit your lip. His jeans hugged him in all the right places, and his shirt stretched across his chest like it was clinging on him for dear life. His biceps, large, peaked out the bottom of the sleeves. He had sandy brown hair, and a beard that was perfectly shaped. He was absolutely breathtaking.

The man extended his hand, “Good mornin’, my name is Jensen, you must be Y/N. Miss Cindy told me you’d be coming.” You shook his hand, “Yes, hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, Jensen.”

As soon as you shook his hand, 3 adorable children came bounding out of the house, “Daddy! You’re back!” He dropped to his knees and hugged the children. It melted your heart and made you smile. His son looked at you, “Daddy, who’s she?” Jensen looked up at you and introduced you to his children. “It’s so nice to meet you guys.” You smiled at them.

The kids went to play, as Jensen led you in the house to talk. During the conversation you learned he was a widower and he and his late wife had started the ranch when they got married. He has all sorts of animals, but the ones you would be in charge of the most were his children. You laughed when he said that. He smirked at you, thankful you had a sense of humor. “Now I’m gonna be honest with you, I need help around the ranch, but I also need help with the kids. Do you have any experience with either?” “Well, I grew up in the city, so I’m not too familiar with duties on a Ranch, but I did a lot of babysitting. When my mom would go away on business I would be responsible for my younger siblings. They are 8 and 9 years younger than me. I would feed them, get them to school, wash clothes and clean the house, while mom was gone. I might not know much about animal care, but I’m a fast learner.”

“Well, what about family, or a husband? Will they be okay with you living here with me and the kids? The position comes with a room too.” I haven’t lived at home for a few years, and I’m not married, no boyfriend either.” Jensen nodded, “well, Y/N, I’m willing to give you a shot, what do you think?” “I’d love to. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I’m always willing to learn.” “That’s all I ask. Now, let me show you the Ranch and your room.”

The two of you stood up and you followed him outside. He jumped in a truck and told you to hop in. He drove to the biggest barn first and showed you the horses, then he drove to the smaller barns and you saw the other animals. The land was huge.

Jensen drove further back on the property to a huge lake. “This is our favorite spot. The kids love to swim here, but they know not to come near this without an adult.” “It’s beautiful, Jensen.” You smiled softly.

A little while later, you and Jensen arrived back at the house. He introduced you to the small staff in the house, and formally introduced you to his kids. They were excited you were staying. He took you on a tour of the house and showed you the kitchen, dining room, the kids�� rooms, his room, and the last room he stopped at was your new room.

He pushed the door open and stepped to the side, letting you walk in. You gasped softly. This room was practically bigger than your last apartment. “So you have your own private bathroom too. I hope this room is to your liking. If you find you need anything, let me know.” “Jensen, the room is perfect, you have an amazing home, thank you.” Jensen smiled softly and nodded, “I’ll let you get settled. Clif already brought your stuff up. Lunch will be ready in about half an hour. I hope you will join us.” You nodded, and he left.

You explored the room. There was a large walk-in closet, a king sized bed in the center of the room, with tables on either side, a matching dresser and chest. On the opposite wall you noticed two large glass doors. You walked over, unlocked them and stepped out on the balcony. You noticed two chairs. The view was breathtaking. It overlooked the backyard, and you noticed the kids outside playing. Jensen’s son looked up seeing you, smiled and waved. You smiled and waved back.

Stepping back into the room, you decided to unpack. Walking into the bathroom you looked around, not believing this was really your bathroom. It was just as beautiful as the bedroom. It featured a double vanity, a stand up shower with glass doors and a separate soaker tub. The floor was a beautiful tile that could be heated. You were in complete awe of this room.

You had finished unpacking and as you sat down on the bed your phone rang. Looking at the screen you saw it was Alex. You sighed and answered. “Hello, Alex.” “Y/N, baby, I’m sorry. Please come home. We can get married, have babies. Whatever you want.” You let out a long sigh, “Alex, it doesn’t work that way. You don’t want to get married and have children. You made that clear. I’ve waited and never pushed. You knew when we got together that’s what I wanted. We talked about it, and you said that’s what you wanted too.”

The line was silent, “Baby, I do want to get married and have kids. I just wanted to be selfish and keep you to myself for a while longer. I love you, Y/N. I don’t want to live without you.” Silent tears started falling from your eyes. You still loved Alex, he was the man you’d wanted to have children with, but he broke your heart. You took a breath, “I know you do Alex, but that’s still not enough. I need to go, I’m expected back at work. Good bye, Alex.”

You hung up and sat on the bed and cried. A soft knock on the door pulled you back to reality. You wiped your face and stood up, walking over you opened the door, and Jensen was standing there. His face instantly fell when he noticed you’d been crying. “Y/N, are you okay?” “Yeah, sorry. I'm just dealing with some personal stuff. I promise it won’t affect my job.” He placed his hand on your upper arm, “Hey, it’s okay. We all have things we have to deal with. I’m here if you need to talk.” His hand on your arm sent goosebumps all over your body. You took a deep breath, “Thank you, Jensen. I appreciate it.” You offered him a soft smile. “Okay, I came up here to let you know lunch was ready if you were hungry.” “Yeah, that sounds perfect.”

You followed Jensen to the dining room and found his children already eating. He motioned for you to sit down, he pulled your chair out and you sat down. Jensen took the seat at the head of the table, opposite of you. Lunch was filled with excited chatter, the kids asking you questions, trying to get to know you, and you answered them as quickly as they were asked.

Jensen spoke up, “Guys, let Y/N eat. You have plenty of time to get to know her. You three need to finish eating too. You have chores to finish.” Jensen’s son looked over at you, “Miss Y/N, do you have any kids?” Before you could answer Jensen spoke up, “Zep, what did I just say?” He looked at his father and hung his head. You softly touched Zep’s arm, “No, I don’t, but I’d like to have some one day.” You smiled at him and looked up at Jensen, who offered you a soft smile.

After lunch was done, the kids cleared their plates and you walked into the kitchen. You weren’t sure if your duties included washing the dishes, but it was something you were used to, so you filled the sink with water.

Jensen walked in the kitchen and saw you at the sink. He smiled to himself, and he felt his heart warm a little. “Hey, Y/N, you don’t have to wash those. I was about to do it.” You looked over at him, his piercing green eyes looking into your y/e/c eyes. Your breath hitched. “Well, how about I wash and you rinse.” You smiled at him, and he nodded.

There was a slightly uncomfortable silence that filled the room. Jensen cleared his throat, “I appreciate you answering the kids’ questions. They can be relentless. If you ever get uncomfortable with their questions, just tell them to chill.” “They are fine Jensen, kids are naturally curious, and I’m fine with sharing my life with them.” He nodded and smiled.

The two of you finished washing the dishes and he showed you where everything went. Once the kitchen was done, Jensen told you to feel free to explore and relax.

Deciding to just explore the house you walked into the family room and noticed all the pictures on the walls. You saw pictures of Jensen and the kids, pictures of other people, whom you assumed to be the rest of the family, and then you saw pictures of a young, beautiful woman. Her smile was bright and her eyes sparkled.

You realized this was Jensen’s wife. There were pictures of their wedding day, pictures of her holding the kids and family pictures of the 5 of them. You never asked Jensen what happened to his wife, you just knew she had died.

You were too busy looking at the pictures to notice Jensen standing in the doorway watching you. “Her name was Danneel, we called her Dee.” Jensen said as you picked up a picture of his wife. You jumped a little, “She’s beautiful.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah, she was beautiful, inside and out. We miss her so much, especially Zep. He was a mama’s boy.” “I’m so sorry, Jensen. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” Jensen sighed and you could hear the shake in his breath. “It was just a terrible accident. She was climbing a ladder, trying to put something up in the horse barn, she slipped, fell and hit her head. I was gone into town to get supplies and by the time I got home and found her, she was gone. The twins were 4 and JJ was 7.” You touched Jensen’s arm, “I am so sorry, Jensen. That sounds awful.” A tear slipped out of his eye, and he quickly wiped it away. “Thank you, Y/N. It’s been a rough few years, but every day it gets a little easier. I know the pain will never go away, and some days it’s harder than others, but she gave me 3 amazing children and for that I’m grateful.”

“They are great kids, and have an amazing father too.” You smiled at Jensen and sat on the couch. He took a seat beside you. The two of you sat and talked the rest of the afternoon, getting to know each other and you learned how he ended up on such a gorgeous ranch. “So, Y/N, what brings a city girl to the country, and if you don’t mind me asking, what made you so upset earlier?”

You bit your lip and took a deep breath. Figuring you needed to be honest with him. “Well, my ex Alex and I had been together for 4 years. When we first started dating we both wanted the same thing in the future, marriage and children. The past year I’d brought up marriage and kids a few times and it would always end in a huge fight. I just got tired of waiting and being strung along. So I left. I was upset earlier because he called me, begging me to come back. He said we could get married and have kids. I told him no. It broke my heart. I love him, and saw myself married to him and having his children. Now, it’s over, but I promise it won’t affect my job or ability to take care of your children.”

Jensen grabbed your hand, “I know it won’t. I’m sorry you went through that. For what it’s worth, he’s a fool.” Your eyes shot up to him and he smiled. A blush creeped across your face. No! Don’t you dare. He’s your boss, a widower, and has responsibilities. He’s just being polite and you just went through a breakup. “Thank you, Jensen.”

The rest of the day was uneventful. You played with the kids, and noticed Zep was glued to your side. He was such a sweet boy, and he looked just like Jensen. His sisters were just as sweet, JJ was excited to show you their favorite things to do outside, and Arrow was very reserved when it came to you. She definitely had some walls up. Not that you could blame her.

Later that night after the kids were tucked into bed, Jensen invited you out to the back deck to sit around the fire pit. Before you went outside, you grabbed a throw blanket and your water. As you opened the sliding glass door you noticed Jensen sitting with a glass of whiskey in his hand. The fire burning brightly and the flames casting dancing shadows on his face.

You stepped out and he stood. “Glad you decided to join me.” He smiled as he sat down. “Thanks for inviting me.” You sat down in the chair beside him. You watched as he took a sip of the amber liquid. As he took the small glass up to his mouth, you saw his lips part slightly, and the amber liquid ran into his mouth. You saw him swallow, and his Adam's apple bobbed as the liquid ran down his throat. As he pulled the glass away, you saw his tongue lick his lips slightly. He looked over at you and you quickly looked away.

He smirked as a blush creeped across your face. Jensen grabbed another glass and poured you some, “here, to help take the edge off.” You nodded and took the glass. Jensen lifted his glass to you, “To new beginnings.” He clinked your glass. “To new beginnings.”, you said back to him. You took a sip of the amber liquid and felt the burn down your throat.

*Jensen’s POV*

I can’t believe she accepted the invitation to join me out here tonight. She’s been so great with the kids today, and with me. I really think this is going to work out. She’s definitely guarded, but who can blame her. When she blushes it’s so adorable, especially when I catch her watching me. She’s a very beautiful woman too, and she is so sweet and kind. Damn, her lips on that glass, her tongue licking her lips. Wow! Oh, shit, Jensen, get it together. You’re her boss.

A few hours later, the fire was dying, and you were tired. “Well, Jensen, thank you for a wonderful evening, but I think I’m going to head to bed.” Jensen stood up, “Yeah, thank you for the company. It was nice to have an adult to talk to. Sleep well, Y/N, and if you need anything I’m right down the hall.” You thanked him again and walked in the house. As you entered the kitchen, you turned and looked at him again. He was still standing and ran his fingers through his hair. You sighed and climbed the stairs.

You went to your room, got ready for bed and crawled in the huge bed. Before too long you were drifting off to sleep. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

Part 2

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try-set-me-on-fire · 2 years ago

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Ooh how abut number '11. toothpaste kisses' for soft prompts! Love your writing

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Eddie is going to make everyone late.

Look: he really thinks most of it isn't his fault. He'd covered for somebody on B shift Tuesday, so he'd only had 24 hours off and he'd had to sleep through a good chunk of it, so laundry went a little by the wayside, leading to him tossing a frantic load into the washer at 5 am when he realized he had no clean work clothes. And, again, he’d covered that Tuesday shift after a 12 hour on Monday, so it’s reasonable that he forgot how dire the toothpaste situation was. The look Chris had given him when he said they needed to run to the store right now at bright and early 6 am would have withered a lesser soul, so at 6:04 Eddie, still in sweatpants and wearing ratty old slides is running down the block solo to grab whatever they have at the nearest corner store. He winces as he grabs the baking soda kind (Chris hates it) and books it back to the house, trying to breathe through the waves of oh god I’m a terrible father who left my kid alone and forgot about dental hygiene.

The house is considerably more crowded when he gets back to it. First, Chimney is lugging a dresser up the front stairs.

“What- hey- what-“ Eddie grabs the bottom of the thing, hastily shoving the toothpaste in his pocket. “What’s this?”

Chim tilts his head at him. “We were getting rid of it and you said you could use a new dresser, remember? I texted you I was coming to drop it off.”

Eddie’s phone is probably dinging away uselessly on his bedside table. “Right, yeah, sorry. There was a toothpaste emergency. Uh, thank you, we can just-“

Before he can come up with some way to finish that sentence, Carla opens the door. He hadn’t even seen her car, shit, he hopes there’s no calls right away when they get to work because he’s clearly not slept enough and should lay down again as soon as possible.

“Oh!” She says, surprised and cheerful. “Why don’t you bring that into the living room. I put your clothes in the dryer, Eddie, I figured if you were running the wash this early it was an emergency.”

Well thank god somebody has a plan and knows whats happening. He and Chim set the dresser next to a wall someplace as out of the way as they can get, and then Eddie points at Carla. “Thank you,” he says, trying to put as much sincerity into the words as possible, before pivoting to head down the hall to find Chris. Its not a long journey, the kid standing right around the corner. Eddie hands him the toothpaste. “There you go.”

Chris scrunches his nose. “Baking soda kind. Gross. And I don’t need it, Dad, Buck brought the good stuff.”

“Buck?”

“Hey.”

Eddie pivots again to look in the kitchen, where the man himself is leaning against the counter drinking a cup of coffee out of his current favorite mug, the one with the squiggly little drawing of a frog and a chicken dancing together. “Hi.” Eddie supposes he isn’t exactly surprised he’s here, Buck is a feature of their household as much as the mug he’s holding is, but he is a little concerned about the amount of people popping out of the woodwork without him noticing. “Anybody else here? Why’d you bring toothpaste?”

Buck grins. “I think you’ve seen everybody now. And you were running out when I was here last, you’ve been busy, figured it might be helpful.”

Eddie nods, a little… wordless, maybe, a little bowled over. “I’m gonna…” he gestures towards the bathroom and limply leaves the conversation. By the time he’s brushed his teeth (it is the good stuff, the pricier name brand arctic fresh, Eddie usually goes for generic spearmint) Chris and Carla are ready to head out the door. Eddie is glancing at the clock and nervously calculating exactly how wet the clothes he’s about to put on are going to be as he says goodbye, leaning to kiss Carla, Chris, and Chim’s cheeks. “Ok, thank you, have a great day at school, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It takes a few seconds of staring at Chimney’s trying not to laugh face, and listening to Chris’s not-trying-not-to-laugh-at-all guffaws before his brain catches up to his actions. “Oh my god.”

Chimney grins and Eddie shakes his head futilely against the oncoming barrage. "I always knew I was your favorite." He smacks a hand to his cheek and swoons, and Eddie rolls his eyes. "Everyone said it was Buck, but I knew the Han-Diaz love connection was just waiting to happen."

Buck is laughing somewhere behind him, and Eddie wants to see what look is on his face, but instead he rolls his eyes again, harder, and says "I'm going to check on the laundry," and shoos his son out the door before fleeing to the dryer.

Of course it's all still fucking damp. They're already pushing it on time though (maybe if all three of them are late they can unionize against Bobby?) so he shucks his sweats and shimmies his way into the unpleasant cool of his pants. When he emerges from his shirt, wincing, he finds Buck in the hallway with him.

“Chimney says we’re running late and if you don’t hurry up he’s leaving you for dead, no matter your new found love.”

“I know, I know, I just need to find my shoes-“

“I put ‘em by the door,” Buck smiles, and then the smile becomes a grin. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” Eddie says with the right amount of apprehension for the situation.

“No goodbye kiss for me?” He tilts his head, grin thoroughly classifiable as shit-eating.

“We’re going to the same place, Buck. I’m probably gonna ride in your car.” He’s absolutely going to ride in his car, they both know it.

“Ah, so is Chimney, he got one.”

And Eddie could defend himself with the reasonable explanation that he just happened to be standing in a row next to the people he’d meant to press his affection onto, or the less reasonable explanation that he only gives goodbye kisses to people whose names start with a C, but instead he says “You want a kiss, Buck?”

And he’s moving before he loses nerve, and Buck is also moving, laughing at him, so again Eddie feels like it’s not entirely his fault when his kiss lands sort of on his cheek but mostly- it’s mostly on his mouth, which is soft and exhaling a little surprised sound against Eddie. They both pull back but maybe not as far as they probably should, if they weren’t them, if Eddie hadn’t spent the last few weeks or maybe years wondering how he could ask Buck to live on the shelf with all the mugs he’s cycled through as favorites. Then Buck darts his head forward, pecking another little kiss to his mouth, and Eddie chases him for a third, and Buck’s hand tangles in his shirt and he says “Oh” into Eddie’s mouth because the fabric is wet under his touch.

“Buckley, Diaz, I’m getting in my car, and I’m not going to defend you to Cap!”

Even at Chimney’s words they don’t entirely jump apart, just slide back a little, stand more firmly facing each other as the front door distantly opens and shuts.

“We’re gonna be late,” Buck says, an awed little smile pulling at his face.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, a little breathless. Maybe he can blame that on the cold clothes. “We should probably get going.”

Buck nods, and barely finishes the motion before Eddie puts his hands on his face and pulls him in for another minty kiss, firm, a promise. Buck is grinning when he backs off and Eddie is sure his face is a mirror image as he ducks around him to go find his shoes.

They’re late. But as Buck settles next to him on the couch, all pressed along his side despite the still damp clothes, Eddie thinks it was worth the wait.

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gaybd1 · 1 year ago

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So my favorite character in The Brothers Sun is Taiwan. Like yeah Taiwan has its own shows and movies but it just feels Different to see Taiwan in a big international/American show! It’s SO cool actually and so um here are some thoughts I had and things I Noticed about different Taiwan scenes and things in the show idk

Episode 1

the opening shot of Taipei tells us this is a Thursday- the top of 101 is green and is a different color every day of the week

that corkscrew-shaped apartment building we see Charles living in is kind of an urban legend here in Taipei. They say it’s the most expensive place to live in the city, that each apartment has its own swimming pool, and that there’s an elevator specifically to bring cars up to display in your living room. No idea if the interiors look like that for real though

I was gonna say it’s pretty crazy he has an American-style oven in Taipei bc nobody does but actually in that apartment… yeah he probably would

afaik there’s not a way to (“legally”/officially) stream any of those famous British baking shows here rip

I do wonder if they actually filmed the opening scene in the corkscrew building or if they just really pay attention to detail because the skyline seen out the window matches up to what it would really look like from that part of the city

the shoes, I mean we all know about shoes-off houses but yeah

豆漿. Soy milk. Yeah

They definitely eat Hi-chews in one of these scenes

Episode 2

It makes way more sense for the guys to have snuck out for shaved ice as kids than youtiao… I’m just saying… like would *I* do that yes but it’s usually just like. A thing you eat with soup or breakfast

Episode 3

“Are you sure you can handle-“ “the heat? I’m from Taiwan.” lmfao BITCH Taiwan has some of the blandest cuisine I’ve ever tasted (he does think it’s too spicy tho lol)

“Keelung. A fishing village just north of Taipei.” Okay like I can see how the older generation would call it that but it’s actually a whole ass city…

Episode 5

Not a Taiwan thing but the Maotai made me laugh. It’s like the Coca Cola of Chinese baijiu and imho it’s just as awful as every other brand

Episode 6

ok the episode that made me want to make this list

the Costco shit IS funny because vitamins, baby formula, that’s all the good stuff you want to bring back from abroad BUT actually we have Costco in Taiwan and can easily get a lot of that stuff? This concept imo would fit a lot better for China than Taiwan. It’s still very much a thing to load your suitcase up with baby formula on the way home to China, and there’s actually a huge smuggling business bringing it in through Hong Kong but I digress

Idk why I’m happy to hear Changhua and Douliu mentioned in an American TV show… Seriously, I don’t know. They’re kind of like nowhere places I’ve never even been. I just feel like everyone’s grandparents live there.

Even the way they film Mama Sun on the plane. Like the Mandarin music in the background with the announcement for Taoyuan airport… to me it feels specifically like a transpacific flight to Taiwan lolol but that’s definitely like a bias probably

Okay not to be SO nitpicky but so when she looks out the window on the plane to see Taipei 101 etc I’m not sure about that? The airport is actually in another city and I feel like I usually come in around and over the ocean or something?

But WOW the taxi scene my favorite scene it’s SO visceral and SO Taiwan… the street, the lights, the Cosmed/Mos Burger/7-Eleven, the street noises, like I can FEEL Taiwan through the screen and HER FACE taking it all in I WANT TO SOB

The temple, beautiful like this episode makes me believe Michelle Yeoh is Taiwanese lol

I appreciate the viscerality of the night market shots too but it seemed a bit empty

Okay so Mama Sun’s mom is super rich too based on where she lives which I guess it makes sense. But what I am curious about is the story about why they’re speaking Cantonese because Taiwan has a lot of languages but that’s not one of them like officially at all. I wonder if there’s a character backstory there or they just like. Didn’t want to bother teaching Michelle how to speak Minnan or something

The cemetery too is so fancy, I mean it fits but wow that’s expensive real estate

In the hospital scene, Taipei 101 is lit blue out the window, making it a Friday. Has everything in the show so far happened in only 8 days?

Episode 7

“Last night the Boxers made their move” 101 says it’s Tuesday for anyone keeping track

I LOST it at the Foodpanda driver assassin the first time I saw this… So Taiwan

Big fancy church in Taipei? I know they exist but I’ve never seen one in person (like 2%? of the country is Christian)

A mom bringing back tea as a souvenir from Taiwan? 100% real

Episode 8

RAW is a real restaurant in Taipei. It’s very fancy and very expensive and had I think two Michelin stars. I don’t know ANYONE who’s actually been there lol

#the brothers sun #text #greatest hits #100

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garmanarnarr · 6 months ago

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Rickorty Week Day 6: "Say You'll Marry Me"

college-aged Morty | 2.8k words | Rated M, language, vomit, suicidal ideation, rock bottom Rick Sanchez

@rickortyweek

Morty throws the trunk of his dad’s station wagon shut with a thump.

“You sure you don’t need to bring my Ninja smoothie blender, Morty?” Dad asks, for a second time, standing on the driveway beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. The August morning is hot and clear. Gene’s sprinklers are going hard on the lawn next door.

“I think it’ll make you really popular with your roommate. You said they’re from California, right? They must be healthy. There’s a little more space behind the driver’s side–”

“N-nah, I’m good, Dad,” Morty says. He goes around to the passenger door to do a last check of his overflowing laundry hamper and make sure his video game console box made it in. He doesn’t want to forget Bonestorm III. All told, he doesn’t really have that much to bring, though, and the car’s only half full. He wears pretty much the same clothes all the time, and doesn’t have a ton of books or movies or anything. His booby bikini girl poster is rolled up in the footwell of the backseat and one or two of his robot figurines he just couldn’t part with are packed into cardboard boxes. All the advice listacles his parents found online for Summer’s freshmen year of college said that bringing something from home was important, so the idea has been passed down.

He reaches into his pocket and palms the little evil intent detector that Rick had made for him a few years back. A tiny credit-card sized piece of metal that reads people’s brainwaves and vibrates if they’re planning on hurting him or torturing him or whatever. They’d used it on an adventure, a rare heist –Morty can see Rick’s eye roll– but he hadn’t had the heart to throw it away. He’d gone back and forth for ages on whether or not to even bring it. He still doesn’t have to, he tells himself; he has hundreds of miles of highway driving ahead of him where he can just chuck it out the window and let it get crushed on the side of the road. He tightens his grip.

His mom comes out of the garage, checking her watch. “We gotta get this show going,” she says. The garage feels weirdly empty until Morty realizes it’s because Rick’s ship isn’t in it. Hasn’t been there for a while. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and starts loading the last few bags.

“If we don’t leave soon we won’t make it to our motel until, like, eleven, and lord knows what we’re going to find in Fresno after sundown,” Mom says.

Dad follows Morty as he transfers a final trash bag of gym shorts and shit into the back seat.

“What– what about my George Foreman Lean Griddle? Or, my Slap Chop? You never know when you’ll need onions in little cubes, those always make me cry….”

Dad sniffs, then wipes away a tear, even though he’s trying to look like he isn’t. Oh, God. He had volunteered to drive Morty first, of course, before being overruled.

Morty turns back and gives him a small smile. “I’m really fine, Dad. But thanks.”

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, just give me a moment, son.”

Something in Morty’s pocket buzzes. His hand flies to Rick’s detector, for a second, until he realizes it was the other one. He pulls out his phone and opens it to check his messages while Dad tries to get it together. Two are from Summer, who’s been spending her senior year of college in London with the textile arts department of her school doing fashion stuff.

dont let dad cry all over u little bro

cuz hes gonna

The newer message is from his girlfriend, Anne.

status report mortimer

Morty finds himself looking for some kind of message from Rick– which is stupid. Rick doesn’t text.

He texts Anne:

finally leaving lol

She responds immediately:

call me when you guys stop for the night?

Morty’s heart clenches fondly. They’re going to different schools to study different things in different parts of the country— newly separate time zones– and it’s going to be hard, but he likes her a lot. Enough to give it a shot. He winces as he remembers Rick’s deadpan dismissal when Morty had mentioned that he and Anne were going to do long distance over dinner a month or two ago. D–didn’t take you for that much of an idiot, Morty. As soon as she gets there she’s gonna be getting allll sorts of co-ed dicks in her mouth. But I guess you don’t mind sloppy digital seconds?

Ofc i will, he types.

Nobody’s heard from Rick in two or three weeks. Morty had kind of expected– well, he didn’t know what he’d expected, but he’d really thought that Rick would do him better than this. All he does is talk about how stupid Morty is all the time; maybe he’s pissed at being sort of wrong. He’d been straight up shocked when Morty got his acceptance letter in the mail, the packet fat in Morty’s hand as he raced down from his room to show everyone. While Summer screamed, and both his parents had cried, Rick had stared at the letter Morty was holding, hard, then sipped his beer, then turned back to the TV. N-nice one, Morty. A real cool sixty grand a year investment, there.

“Let’s go, Morty,” Mom says, opening the passenger side door. “I need some coffee if we’re gonna do this.”

Finally, Dad wipes his face. After taking a few deep, calming breaths, he walks over and sweeps Morty up in a hug.

“I’m proud of you, Morty.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“We didn’t think you’d make it, but you did. Of course you did. And that’s what matters.”

“Bye, Dad,” Morty said, leaning into the hug. “I–I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Morty doesn’t realize how much he misses the sound of a portal opening up until he hears one right behind them. Dad jerks back with a frightened twitch.

“What the hell–?”

Rick doesn’t so much step out onto the driveway as fall. He looks to be in a really bad way. Maybe as bad as Morty has ever seen him: scraggly and torn up, not even really standing up straight, too drunk for his body to cope with the flat, even keel of the pavement. One arm of his labcoat is missing, ripped off at the shoulder, and Morty’s thankful to see that the arm beneath is intact. Skinny, and maybe there are track lines, there, faint in the bright sunshine, but intact. There’s dried vomit crusted on his sweater.

“M-Morty, oh, God,” Rick moans. Morty feels a sinister shiver run over his shoulders and up the back of his neck as he watches Rick try to shield his eyes, blinking rapidly into the hot light. “Christ. Fuck.”

“Dad?” Mom asks, poking her head out of the driver’s window.

“Rick? Here to say goodbye to Morty?” Jerry asks, cautiously. Morty watches as he scooches himself to stand between his son and Rick, a little bit. A surprisingly brave move.

“Isn’t that w-what we’re all doing?” Rick asks back, taking a step forwards, then falling to one knee with a lurch as he loses his balance. “Saying fuckin’ goodbye— goAAUUGhodbye to Morty? Because he’s going away f-f-forever and never coming back?”

Rick’s drunken stare pins Morty to the side of the car, which had been parked outside so long while they packed that the metal is starting to get hot. The words sound like a taunt, but Morty can hear the truth there, a hard kernel in the middle.

“Hi, Rick,” he says, trying for indifference. In his pocket, he squeezes his hand around the detector.

Rick narrows his eyes. “R-R-Rick and Morty. One thhhhousand fuckin’ years. What, whatever happened to that shit, huh?”

“Dad–” Mom’s getting back out of the car.

“So I’m going to school. Big whoop,” Morty says, annoyed. Everything about this is annoying: Rick disappearing whenever he wanted then showing up just in the nick of time fucking shit faced like he’s trying to bail out the Vindicators. “You’ve been gone for, like, three weeks, Rick. And you didn’t feel the need to tell anybody about that. N-not that I would expect anything else at this stage. So, you know, whatever.”

“Three weeks?” Rick’s struggling to stand back up, now. “Three weeks?”

“You’ve never owed anyone anything in your whole goddamn– your whole stupid life, R-Rick. Not my family, not me. Not even Mom.”

Rick’s expression is foggy and drunk, but underneath, Morty can see he’s hurt.

“I think you should go, Dad,” Mom says in her stop-doing-this-right-now-or-you’re-fucked voice. “I don’t care if you portal out of here, or crash on the sofa to ride out your hangover, or whatever, but just. Let us leave.”

Somehow, Rick manages to get one leg in front of the other so he can advance up the driveway towards Morty with halting, wavering steps like a zombie in a horror movie. The detector in Morty’s pocket buzzes. Dad looks back and forth between them, scared.

“Three weeks, Morty?” he grinds out, again. He’s close enough now for Morty to see how bloodshot his eyes are. “I’ll give– give you three weeks. Y-you know what happens when you go to college Morty? You have four years to get too fuckin’ big for your idiotic little britches.” He grabs one hand around Morty’s bicep, grip crushingly strong. Morty can smell his rancid breath across his face, agitated, huffy. “And then you, you go and think you can do goAUUGHd, good things for the world, or whatever, you get those little aspir– aspirations in your head, Morty, you get these fucking ideas in your head–”

“It’s already been years, Rick,” Morty says, trying not to turn away. “Doing whatever, well at least, pretty much whatever, I-I guess, you wanted me to do.”

“– and you don’t even know how stupid these i–ideas are, until, boom, you’ve lived your whole sad-ass pathetic-ass life doing jack fucking shit. Goin’ and bein’ a techbro office slave narc or some shit. I just can’t, I just can’t ffffucking– oh fuck—”

Rick starts to throw up pretty spectacularly all over the ground, and the side of the car, and on Morty’s sneakers.

“Oh my god, Dad!”

“Oh, Rick that’s just disgusting!!”

Morty just stays quiet until Rick seems finished and he slumps against the car, moaning. He watches as Rick slides down until he’s half knelt, half crouched by the front bumper, the vomit running down the gentle slope of the driveway to touch his shoes and the spread hand on the ground that’s keeping him from falling on his face. He makes a sound when Morty comes closer, a sort of whimper. Morty gets down beside him. Unable to stop himself, he puts a hand on his grandpa’s back and starts rubbing little circles as Rick groans, spitting out a wad of bile. There are a lot of different colors in the vomit, ones Morty can’t recognize even though he’s pretty familiar with Rick’s binge habits by this point.

“Fuck youUUGh. Fffffuck you, Morty. I– I mean that. So much. '' Rick’s staring at the ground. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his hand. Morty wonders if maybe he’s going to be sick again.

“Yeah, fuck you, too, man,” Morty says, but there’s no heart in it. He just feels sad. He wishes– he doesn’t know what he wishes.

“F-forever. Fuck you, forever,” Rick mutters quietly, almost to himself. Little dark spots show up on the driveway beneath his head, and Morty realizes he’s crying. Or maybe it’s post-vomit drool? It’s hard to see his face.

“M-Morty, Morty listen to me,” Rick says. He sounds defeated, almost confused. As old as he really is.

“I’m listening, Rick.”

“I’m gonna do somethin’ stupid. Sooo, so stupid.” Rick’s still staring at the ground.

Dad’s shadow has crept next to Rick’s foot. “Rick, I really don’t think–”

“Whatever you’re about to do, think twice before you traumatize my son,” Mom says. Then she pauses and adds: “More.”

Morty keeps rubbing circles across Rick’s knobby spine. “What, Rick? What– what’re you gonna do?”

“Say you’ll.” Rick chokes a little.

“Say what?”

“Say you’ll marry me, Morty.”

Morty blinks. “What?”

“JeEUGHsus Christ, don’t make me say it again.”

Morty’s body is a live wire. His hand scrunches the back of Rick’s coat tightly. “No. Say it again.”

Rick stares up at him with watery eyes.

“Marry me,” he says, quietly. Pathetically. There’s some drool and left-over throwup clinging to his chin.

There was this one adventure they’d gone on where Morty had mangled his leg so badly that his shin bone had actually broken the surface of his skin. Burst right through below his kneecap, like a jagged, bloody tooth. It was screamingly painful– Rick actually had to knock him out until he was able to fix it with some nanobots. Morty realizes that this is the same as that; that this is some core part of Rick, torn through all the heaped layers of nihilism and drugs and whatever else poisons who his grandpa is. This is the exposed bone.

When Morty looks up at his parents, he can’t read the expressions on their faces.

“I– I’m not a good person, Morty,” Rick says, grabbing weakly at Morty’s t-shirt to get his attention again. Like he can’t bear to let Morty look anywhere else. He sounds like he’s really losing it. “I’m a horrible person, Morty. Say– say that you’ll marry me. God, I’ll blow my fuckin’ brains out if you don’t— let’s just g-g-get out of—oh my God—”

Morty’s pocket vibrates. He doesn’t know if it’s the detector or his phone, and he should care, should be terrified, but he doesn’t.

He isn't.

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Turns out, Shoney’s is a regional chain.

Morty doesn’t realize this until they reach the last one at the edge of the state, just before they cross the border. ‘Last Shoneys for the next 24,800 miles,’ says the sign at the exit. There’s a graphic of an arrow reaching all the way around the globe, back to the little point on the map they’re driving through. Morty has traveled the multiverse with Rick, to places billions of light years away, so far away time doesn’t mean anything at all, but somehow this is already the longest trip he’s ever taken. Like that one scene in the Lord of the Rings where Sam crosses the corn field. If I take one more step, this’ll be the furthest from home I’ve ever been. That was a really good movie, Morty thinks.

His mom throws the car into park. She’s had to adjust the driver’s seat to be closer to the steering wheel because her legs are shorter than Dad’s, and change all the mirrors, too. She drives way faster than him, swerving lanes to cut around traffic like a maniac. Maybe that runs on her side of the family.

“Food?” she asks, simply. Morty nods. He twists to look over his shoulder.

“Rick?”

Rick stirs in the back seat, thin eyelids fluttering. They’d made space for him by shoving over a bunch of the boxes to one side and moving some to the trunk. There aren’t really that many, anyways. He’s wearing a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt that belongs to Dad, which helps, but he still has an undernote of puke and sweat.

He makes a hungover-sounding groan. He still hasn’t opened his eyes.

“You want Shoney’s?” Morty asks. “L-last chance.”

“Shoney’s, you say?” He cracks an eye open, gaze flickering around to look up at the building they’re parked at. “Didn’t know they had them out here. O-on earth, I mean.”

Mom watches him silently in the rearview mirror. Rick just looks at Morty.

“Y-you know what, fuck it, sure,” he says finally, popping open the car door and getting out. The sun is even hotter, here, and scorching air blows into the car when he slams it closed. Mom and Morty do the same, one, then the other.

Together, they go inside to eat lunch.

#rickortyweek2024 #rickorty #rickmorty #my writing #once again #these just keep getting longer #i am sorry i am failng the idea of a ficlet #tense changed btw

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tzyuki · 1 year ago

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[ 김규빈 ] ONE & ONLY ꒰ K.GV x F!READER

023. #DittoSzn | smau + written (520 wrds)

IN WHICH ✶ — Rumors about Y/n pursuing a Zerobaseone member backstage at music bank start floating around the media after she and ZB1 member, Kim Gyuvin are seen talking behind in one of the episodes of ‘Eunchaes Star Diary’. Some netizens believe it and some don’t, some hated her for touching his shoulder and some didn’t care. Y/n went live to debunk the rumors, saying she wasn’t interested in a relationship at the time. The thing was, the rumors were true. She secretly was pursing Kim Gyuvin, or at least she wanted to. Ever since she first saw him backstage at M Countdown when ‘Love Killa’ team got to perform she was starstruck. She saw him at the vending machine and wished him luck in ‘Boys Planet’. She actually never had watched an episode of the survival show at all, she said it would be too painful for her, but that was the night she started to watch and most importantly, vote for Kim Gyuvin.

“Y/N WE DIED YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO WIN FOR US.” Gyuvin and Wonyoung both died in the game. They were playing fortnite and had gotten rushed by a team while the match was almost over, leaving only Y/n alive. “I CAN’T CLUTCH I CAN’T CLUTCH.” Y/n shouted a new English word she had learned from one of her foreign friends.

“I’m so sorry guys.” Y/n groaned as a “YOU PLACED #4” flashed on her screen. “It’s okay, Y/n.” Gyuvin patted the girl's head. Y/n and Gyuvin himself were surprised at this gesture. “Next round, it's okay.” Wonyoung assured the girl.

“Y/n stay next to me, if you stay next to me you won’t die.” Gyuvin said as the three loaded into the game. “Gyuvin-ah, what about Wonyoung?” Y/n asked, Wonyoung nodded her head in agreement.

“Wonyoung can hold her own! She’s actually pretty good!” Gyuvin complimented the girl. “Thank you, Gyuvin-ssi.” Wonyoung said.

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“CUT! That’s a wrap, good job everyone. Thank you.” The director yelled. “Y/n and Gyuvin, good chemistry today! Thank you for coming to set Wonyoung.” The director and Wonyoung bowed to each other.

Y/n walked over to her dressing room. “Unnie, can I keep this? Or can you get me one?” Y/n held up a tube of lip gloss her stylist has recently started to use on her. “I have an extra package of it in my car, let me go get it for you.” Her stylist walked out of her dressing room.

A few seconds later she heard two knocks on her door. “Unnie, why are you knocking?” Y/n chuckled as she turned her back to the door, surprised to see Kim Gyuvin and not her stylist.

“Oh…Hi, Gyuvin. Do you need something?” Y/n turned back to her mirror, taking her earrings off. “I wanted to ask you if you were busy after. Want to go get food?”

“Oh—Sorry, Gyuvin. I already have plans.” Y/n sighed as she looked at the man through the mirror. “Oh—Okay, well—what are you doing? We haven’t had a good talk in a while!” Gyuvin tried to bring the mood in the atmosphere up.

“I’m getting dinner with Jae—Jiu. I’m getting dinner with Jiu.” Y/n hoped Gyuvin didn’t hear her switch her sentence up. “Oh, fun! Uhm—Listen, about the other day. I’m so sorry about flipping out on you, there’s no excuse for that. I was just truly being really disrespectful and rude to you. I’m really sorry.” Gyuvin said in a pleading tone.

“You’re fine, I don’t care. Stuff happens, I forgive and forget.” Y/n said in a weird tone, Gyuvin was unable to read how she felt. “Ah, okay, okay. I still really am sorry, is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

“I really don’t care anymore, I’m cool, you’re cool, we’re cool? Okay?” Y/n stood up and grabbed her bag that was resting on the couch. “Have a good day, Gyuvin. Tell the guys I say hi.” Y/n patted his shoulder before walking past him.

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universitypenguin · 1 year ago

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Hey Alice! I’m curious as to what transpired in the hospital after princess’s attack. Was Lloyd being a doting bf or was he giving her the silent treatment even then 🙊 as always thank you for writing this series whenever I see an update my heart soars!! You’re so talented in bringing these characters to life ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for the lovely message! Unfortunately, Lloyd was anything but a doting boyfriend at the hospital… actually, his temper was running a bit hot during that scene… 😬😢🙈

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Warnings: Lloyd being pissed off, discussion to stalking, references to a knife fight and main character being hospitalized

After Jake’s revelation that Aiden couldn’t be your stalker, Lloyd didn’t stick around.

He didn’t trust himself to be there when you woke up. Instead, he told Jake to go sit with you so that someone would be there when you woke up, and went home to study the crime scene. He met Detective Diskant and walked him through the scene, giving the investigator his statement about what happened. When that was taken care of, he went to the spot where the suspect had been captured by the surveillance camera and verified Jake’s measurements to confirm the height of the attacker. He stopped by and spoke with Mrs. Lange about the video footage, then asked her to keep an eye on his place for a while.

Lloyd went home and packed his things, collected your stuff, and loaded everything into his Mercedes. Then, he drove to your apartment, packed you some fresh clothes and threw the entire contents of your medicine cabinet into a bag. Before he left he went by to check on Mrs. Thompson, and she was the one who told him about the video camera that had been monitoring your front door.

Thanks to that disturbing revelation, his temper was boiling when he returned to the hospital. Zach met him in the parking garage and told him you’d woken up and that Aiden was out on bail. Lloyd informed him that he was taking you to the cabin, where you’d be more secure. When questioned about whether that was what you wanted, he told Zach to fuck off.

When he came to collect you from the ER holding area, the reception you got from him was anything but warm. He barely said a word to you and remained focused on getting you discharged, collecting the paperwork for your follow up visit, and signing the rest of the discharge forms. It wasn’t until you were in the car that you managed to get a chance to speak.

“Lloyd?”

The atmosphere in the vehicle was buzzing with tension as the late afternoon sun cast shadows across his face. He didn’t take his eyes off the road or so much as incline his head to acknowledge he’d heard you. The dark scowl was etched into his features and his posture was rigid.

“Lloyd, please. We need to talk.”

His jaw clenched. “Why? Why now? There was plenty of time to talk before, but you didn’t say a word. Not to me, at least.”

“I know. I didn’t tell you what was happening, and I shouldn’t have done that. But there were so many other things going on, from Singapore to Qatar and then… your father. I didn’t want to add to your problems, and I thought I had everything under control.”

His lips twisted as if he’d tasted something bitter.

“You kept this from me, Princess. I thought we were honest with each other, but clearly, that was just my own view of how our relationship worked.”

“Lloyd, I didn’t-”

He cut you off. “You lied. It was a lie of omission, so maybe you think that makes it better, but guess what? It’s worse. Lies of omission are the most effective kind of deception. Trust me, I’ve lied and bent the truth enough times in my life to know exactly what makes a good lie.”

“I’m sorry. I was scared of what you might do and I wanted to protect you.”

His breath hissed, the sound a low whistle of suppressed rage. “When I told you Tao was tailing us in Singapore, do you think that was easy for me?”

Your stomach flipped. “No.”

“It wasn’t, but I was honest with you anyways. When I cut off his ear in the bathroom? Do you think that was something I wanted to tell you about? Do you?!”

Dully, you shook your head, mumbling a quiet, “No.”

“It wasn’t! I wanted to lie to you and tell you everything was fine and that you had nothing to worry about! But you know what, Princess? I told you the truth anyways. Even when it was something that wasn’t pleasant, I still respected you enough to be honest.”

After that explosion of temper, you curled into the passenger seat and stared out the window at the landscape. You wanted to ask where he was taking you, but held back, unwilling to risk another argument over what you’d done. The rest of the trip passed in silence. Lloyd didn’t turn on the radio to break the tension and he didn’t offer any opening for you to apologize further.

So you did the only thing you could and waited for him to cool down, while planning your apology for some future moment, when he’d be ready to hear you out.

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kishibe-kisser · 9 months ago

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Wish I never met you (Ghost/Teaser)

A/N: Decided to post another smaller teaser to compensate for time lost. Planning on finishing this today or tomorrow so get ready for that.

Tags: Zombie Apocalypse au!, Ghost x afab!reader, mentions of blood, death, Soap, Price, yelling, arguing, enemies to lovers, smut (smut tags in actual post)

“Ghost is going to get supplies. I wanted to go with them but they told me I wasn’t allowed until I’m older.” He rambled, ignoring your question meaning his mother didn’t know. You were just glad Ghost and Soap had enough common sense to tell him he couldn’t come along. “Is that so, well how about I go talk to them about it?” You said, placing the boy back on the ground and looking towards the car that was being loaded up. “Yes! I want to go.” He pouted up at you and you ruffled his hair. “And I’ll let them know.” You promised, pink swearing with the child before making your way over.

“That little con artist convince you to talk us into taking him with us?” Soap asked, both of the men having seen the interaction between you and the child. “You have to admit for a six year old he can be quite persuasive.” You fired in return, smiling as you looked at Ghost. He wasn’t rude to you anymore and you could appreciate that. His presence around you felt overwhelming like he was always there, watching. The least he could do was be nice about it. “But no, I was going to ask if I can go with you guys.” Ghost’s expression, from what you could tell, drained from any amusement.

“No way.” He said bluntly, not even wanting to think about having you out there. He hated having to bring others along, civilians, but the thought of bringing you along was worse. He couldn’t focus with you around, he wouldn’t be able to be the best he could be out there.

“Jesus LT, lighten up. We’ve gone to that area a million times. Y/N’s good for it.” Soap said, not understanding the blunt response. “We can make this a civilian run, they need to know how to do this stuff too. Just in case.” He added on, hands gripping the shoulder straps of his vest. “I’d rather strip naked and dance in front of those zombies with no fence in between us, than do a civilian run.” Ghost responded, the remark making you bite back a laugh and making Soap pull a face. “I’d pay good money to see that.” You joked, watching Ghost’s eyes go back to looking at you. He was smiling, you could tell by the way wrinkles formed by his eyes but you wouldn’t let him know that you knew.

“I’d burn my eyes if I saw that.” Soap cringed before shaking his head. “Y/N go get a pack. I’ll get someone else to come along too.” He said shortly after, ignoring the way Ghost was bawling his fists.

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naked-covered-in-bees · 5 months ago

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In the Garage

Note: A little Cas-is-back-in-town post-s15-e18 established relationship FLUFF.

“Every tiiiime that I look in the mirror…” Dean sang along, absently and under his breath as Aerosmith blared from the speaker sitting on a worktable. Beneath Baby, he lay on a creeper, jogging his foot as he checked his darling’s muffler for a leak.

“All these liiiines in my face gettin’ clearer…”

He’d spent most of the day working on Eileen’s new ‘68 Mustang down in the bunker’s garage and he’d keenly felt his wife’s* dismay.

*“Is it really necessary to refer to your car as your wife?” Cas had said a couple of weeks ago.

“Don’t be jealous, angelface. Baby’s my wife, you’re my boyfriend. What’s the problem?”

“I think we’re getting into a weird area, Dean.”

“Honey, you’re seraphim. Our son is God. The area was already weird.”

“You can’t think I’m lookin’ at that Mustang the same way I look at you,” Dean murmured at his Impala. “Just helpin’ out Eileen. Now, I need you to believe me. Faith is important.”

Dean heard footsteps and he frowned as Aerosmith’s volume lowered, Sam’s boots appearing next to his head. “I can’t tell if you’re praying or talking to the car.”

“How do you know I’m not praying to the car?” Dean said. He rolled out and smirked up at his brother.

“Nothing would surprise me at this point.” Sam stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded down at Dean. “You almost done with the Mustang?”

“Patience, fella,” Dean said, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. “Also, she needs a name, that car. You ask Eileen about that?”

“Yeah, she says it’s a he,” Sam said. His lips twitched in amusement. “And his name is Cuthbert.”

Dean stared at him. “Is she saying that to fuck with me?”

“Probably,” Sam said with a shrug. “Cas home soon?”

“Fuckin’ hope so,” Dean said, frowning. “He’s been upstairs forever.”

“Four days, Dean.”

“Four days too long!” Dean sighed. “S’fine. I’ll just be happy when this angel orientation stuff is finished already.” Sam was chuckling and Dean glared, tossing the greasy rag at his brother’s face. “Glad my aggravation amuses you.”

“No, it’s just cute,” Sam said, shrugging. “You’re so domesticated now. You miss your boyfriend. Who happens to be an angel. Who works in heaven.”

“He only part-time works in heaven.” Dean wagged his finger.

“You think we’ve gotten a little blasé about the fact that half our family is a seraph and God?” Sam said, stroking his chin.

“Yeah, probably,” Dean said, slowly rolling his way back under Baby. “But last week God and I watched Wrath of Khan and ate Sour Patch Kids, so it’s hard not to take it for granted, I guess.”

“Real,” Sam murmured. “Alright. Hope he brings home dinner soon. I’m starved.”

“I’ll order pizza if not,” Dean said, sighing, and heard Sam’s footsteps echo into the hall and up the stairs. “No, that’s okay, Sammy,” Dean said to himself. “Don’t bother to turn the music back up or anything.”

Not fifteen minutes later, Dean felt Cas coming before he heard or saw him. It was something he’d noticed since Cas’s last return from the Empty, when he’d come back juiced up, not just a full strength seraph now but a particularly powerful seraph. Once he got within about ten yards, Dean could feel him coming, an electric buzz in the air, a tingling under his skin. Sam swore he didn’t sense that when Cas was around and Dean wondered if it had something to do with their “bond” even after all this time.

Occasionally, the lights flickered or the windows rattled. But that was only when Cas was doing it on purpose, knowing Dean got a kick out of it.

Dean rolled out again, angling to the left, and saw Cas’s Oxford shoes appear.

“Hey there, handsome,” Dean said, winking at him upside down. “You better scram. My boyfriend’ll be back any minute. Jealous type.”

“Dean-”

“Just saying. You don’t wanna rumble with a fully loaded seraph.”

“You’re dedicated to this bit then?” Cas set a bag full of food and a tray of drinks on the work table and Dean craned his neck to see.

“Food!” He pulled up his t-shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead, not missing the smouldering look Cas gave him as he watched. “How was upstairs?” He raised his arms, expectant.

“Boring mostly.” Cas took Dean’s hands and in one smooth motion brought him to his feet and then into his arms. “Are you greasy and sweaty from working in here all afternoon?”

“Yeah, sorry-”

“Don’t be,” Cas murmured, kissing him soundly, bending him back over the hood of the Impala as Dean hummed in surprise.

“I missed you.” Dean shoved Cas’s trench coat off his shoulders and Cas let it fall to the floor. He yanked on Cas’s tie, pulling him back down for a long, wet kiss. Cas nudged Dean’s knees apart and squeezed between them and Dean lay on the hood, biting his lip. “Hey, Cas. Do the thing.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “Dean…”

“C’mon, it’s so hot when you’re just coming from heaven. You’re all glowy.”

Cas sighed in an overly dramatic fashion and stood up, staring down at Dean just as his eyes lit up neon blue, his formidable seraph’s wings spreading behind him. “Happy?”

“Yes,” Dean said. “But mainly horny.”

“That, I can help with.” Cas took Dean’s hand again and pulled him down to the garage floor, climbing on top of him and shoving his shirt up his chest. “You smell so human. Like a Home Depot.”

“Pillow talk still needs work,” Dean muttered. “But you’re learning.” His legs were wrapped around Cas, his fly popped, when Sam pounded on the door to the bunker.

“Hey, guys! Not to interrupt, but I can just get my burger?”

Cas scowled at the door just as the knob started to turn and Dean heard the telltale pop of a lightbulb in the hall and Sam’s yelp of surprise. “I’ll come back later!”

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starl3ght · 2 years ago

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Heyy star love love your work so far and was wondering if I could get a gaz reader hc ?❤️❤️

THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I love this man so much he’s perfect material❤️👄❤️

I really hope this seems accurate and to your liking <3

//~Kyle “Gaz” Garrick hcs~//

A/N: I was working on this a while ago I just forgot about it. Glad I could add the stuff I needed🥹 Currently in the process of more hcs, I’ll definitely post Alejandro or Soap depending on how much I write the this week. I’ll also be doing a little König oneshot because I love bae

Enjoy!!😍✨

Contains: Fluff, 18+, mentions of sex, little angst, just genuine hcs

Minors watch yourselves!!

• Ok Gaz definitely fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight is what it was oh yes

• I see him as a dog person. Will randomly pet dogs on the street or bring a puppy in the house😭

• HE IS VERY SMART! Definitely was an honor student. He knows literally every subject he was ever taught in school

•When he comes home to you and you’re awake he’ll pick you up and you wrap your legs around his waist then he pulls you in for a kiss.

• If you’re asleep he’ll silently put his duffle bag in the living room and walks into your shared bedroom watching your sleeping form.

• “I’m home love…” he whispers sweet nothings into your ear and kisses your forehead then leaves the room to shower

• You go car cruising together at night in the city lights with any nice song playing. Most likely Passionfruit by Drake or some Weeknd

• Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and see his side of the bed is empty. You got confused a bit but when you walked into the living room to look for him, he was laying on the couch watching the recording of the basketball game he missed while he was out

• He just looks at you for like 5 seconds and gives you a playful smile “You wanna watch with me love?” Why the hell not🤷‍♀️

• You lay on top of him under the blanket and watch the game literally at like 2 am

• Arguments are rare. But when you do just prepare for some heartbreak

•If you have tears streaming down your cheeks he might release some too

•He’ll pull you into him and apologize while kissing the top of your head.

• When it comes to comfort, you’re both there for each other. When you cry he’ll hold you. “It’s alright, you’re ok love...”

• Some nightmares here and there sometimes. You’ll talk to him until he feels better and he hugs you.

• Now this may be odd. But no matter how late it is he’ll take you to the living room and have jazz music playing in the background while he slow dances with you.

• Price knows about you so he treats you really well. Really good friends actually

• Ghost would probably be casual about it. He knew about you when he and Gaz were taking out some enemies and they just talked to pass time.

• “Bloody Jesus, Gaz you really did a number on em mate.” Gaz loaded his gun again before turning to Ghost. “Yea, just wanna finish quick so I can get back home to my birdy.”

• Now Ghost was oddly curious. He turns to Gaz “You got yourself a lass huh? That’s nice mate” Gaz and Ghost turn back to the enemy soldiers, “yea…it is nice” he has a smile on his face

• Soap also finds out eventually and just spits out questions about you. Ghost slapped the back of his head so he could leave Gaz alone. Good job Ghost

• The 18+ now ong

• 🎶Sex, money, feelings dieeeee🎶

• Soft dom definitely

• Will never pressure you until you’re ready

• When you do, he knows how to use his voice👁👄👁

• Focuses on both of your experiences when he’s inside of you and whispers ‘I love you’ so many times

• holds your hands very tight like you could slip away from him

• Will indeed look after you well. Kissing you and in the bath he probably plays around with the bubbles to make you laugh🌹🥹

• ONG BUYS YOU STARBUCKS!!!😭😭

• Literally if you’re shopping and you come across it you just tug on his sleeve and you point at it. He’ll smile at how cute you look like a child and will buy whatever drink you want

• Little pillow fights, might’ve ripped a pillow once and feathers were everywhere in the room but you’re both laughing too much

• He literally has you pinned to the floor sometimes playfully and you caress his cheeks smiling at each other and you lean up to kiss him.

• Gaz is just a sensual, loving, amazing partner in my eyes.

• Would do absolutely anything for you

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 1 year ago

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P&C | Ch. 10: Scavenger Hunt

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Checking that everything is unplugged for what feels like the 10th time, I lock the door and meet Jungkook at the elevator. From the way he was buried under my bags you might think that I was moving out, but I swear I plan to wear all of my outfits and you can bet that they will cause commotion. While I offered to take the suitcase, he doesn’t mind the load, finds it cute that I planned so much. He on the other hand, managed to somehow fit all of his belongings into one pathetic backpack, making me look absolutely insane. I mean with a body like that you don’t really need a lot of clothes to make a statement. Worst comes to worst he could just walk around half naked and no one would mind. Except for me of course, because … boundaries, or whatever.

After successfully stuffing everything into the trunk, we were left waiting for Tae to wake up from his slumber.

“You did call him right?” Jungkook asks softly, leaning his forearms on the passenger door, gaze focused on my sleepy face. It's about 6:30 am, so I’m not too worried about looking like a live-action Ratatouille, but it does suck that he has to see me like this. I reply with a little nod before bringing my knees to my chest, hiding everything under my hoodie. I might have overslept and missed all 10 of my alarms, needless to say, there was no time to pick out an outfit so some shorts and a hoodie had to suffice for the road trip. No complaints though, except for the layer of goosebumps emerging all over my body from the cold morning breeze.

Noticing my shivers, Jungkook opens the trunk and pulls out a blanket, covering the exposed parts of my figure. Letting out a little grin as he pats the top of my head, he dials Tae’s number before the said man of the hour rolls his suitcase down the entrance. He looks just like me, hair unbrushed, glasses on to cover up the undereye bags. Sporting another one of his Vector-looking tracksuits, Tae waves us hello before melting into the backseat.

“Guys, did we really have to rival the sunrise to make it there on time?” he mumbles in annoyance. Earning a little chuckle from the both of us, he puts on his headphones before dozing off to sleep. It's about a six-hour drive, but Jiah wanted to get there earlier to beat the morning rush.

“Let me know if you want to change shifts,” I tell Jungkook as he lets out a chuckle.

“HA, Peaches, with all due respect but you drive at a turtle's pace. We would be lucky to get there while the sun is still out,” he grins, his bunny teeth peeking through the teasing smile. I roll my eyes and slap his forearm. I mean he is not wrong but it was the thought that was supposed to count.

Getting comfortable in my seat, my eyelids begin to feel heavy and within a few minutes, I’m out like a light. That is until I feel the car stop, hearing chatter in the background as the backdoor slams shut.

Rubbing my eyes I focus on the sticky note posted on a bag of food sitting on my lap.

Tae threatened to piss himself if we didn’t stop by a gas station, we’ll be back in 5. Eat.

My mouth drops upon seeing a box of shrimp dumplings. No way, he remembered. Teary-eyed, I’m reminded of my family who is across an ocean, spending our first holiday without me. And just like that homesickness kicks in at full speed and tears begin rolling down my face, as I stuff a dumpling down my throat to silence the sobs. Startled by the sound of the car door opening, Jungkook meets my sad eyes, wiping the tears off my face.

“YAH, Jungkook what did you do to her?” Tae exclaims, pushing his shoulders to get a closer look at me. He checks my forehead for any signs of a fever before focusing on the sticky note.

“First of all, I did not piss myself,” he glares at Jungkook who is still dumbfounded by my state. Muting Tae’s tangent, he turns my body towards him, moving some strands of hair behind my ear.

“Miraya, are you okay? Is it the dumplings, are they bad?” he asks, eyes analyzing my every reaction. Taking a deep breath, I try to gain my composure, feeling the embarrassment kick in as I bury my face into my palms.

“I miss my family,” I softly cry out, wiping teardrops off of my lenses.

“Aww come here Flip-flops,” Tae leans in closer and pulls us both into a group hug. A cute little bonding moment in the middle of a gas station. Who would have thought? I can’t help but let out a soft giggle as Jungkook caresses my free hand with his thumb. Pouting his lips, he hates to see me cry but understands that sometimes you just have to let it out.

“You know what, we will have so much fun on this trip you won’t even remember why you cried,” Tae chuckles, his boxy smile on full display. I nod, reciprocating a soft smile as Jungkook buckles me up and wipes the remaining tears off of my cheek.

Turning the engine back on, we resume our journey. Passing the rest of the food to Tae I feed Jungkook some dumplings as he manages the map directions on his phone.

“The dumplings are delicious, thank you,” I whisper, leaning my head back, eyes focused on Jungkook’s lip rings. Sensing my action a soft grin forms on his face as he replies with a quick wink.

Your destination will be on your left

Turning off the engine, Jungkook parks the car near the gates. Jimin waves us hello as he rolls the two suitcases to the main doors, letting Jiah know of our arrival.

“Miraya!” she screams, hands in the air as we run towards each other. Both melting into the embrace, we debrief the drive here, as Jungkook and Tae join Jimin in the unloading process.

“Oh, by the way, I decided to invite one of my childhood friends as well, hopefully, you guys don’t mind. She lives just an hour from here and is super nice,” Jiah explains, analyzing our reactions. Of course, no one had any objections.

“Sounds good to me as long as I get a room with the biggest bed,” Tae chuckles, pulling two backpacks over his shoulder.

“Right, about that …” Jiah giggles, as four pairs of eyes turn to her devious smile while she presses the keypad that opens the gates. The cottage is huge, to say the least, covered in real wood with beautiful green roofs. It’s split into two sections one of which has a walkout to the lakehouse and an outdoor jacuzzi, while the other faces the forest in the backyard.

“The guys dib the bigger house,” Tae exclaims, pulling Jungkook and Jimin into a little huddle. As the three of them look back at us with a teasing grin, Jiah folds her arms and scoffs at her boyfriend.

“Ha, I knew this would happen, so I asked my aunt to create a little scavenger hunt for us. The winner gets the bigger house. Girls vs. boys,” she exclaims back with additional sass in her voice.

“Aren’t you guys at a disadvantage, there’s only two of you,” Jungkook says, gaze focused on my face.

“And anyways, I don’t mean to be sexist but come on now, do you really think you can beat three men?” Tae grins, leaning in closer.

“You’re right, we should probably ask the men when they arrive,” I scoff back twirling my hair, looking him up and down, winking at his Vector tracksuit. He smacks his lips and rolls his eyes, as Jungkook and Jimin try to maintain their composure.

“Whatever you say, princess,” Tae grins back, patting the top of my head.

“While we wait for Sohee, we should probably just unpack our stuff into the main hall,” Jiah says, as the guys carry in the last of the bags up the stairs. “Miraya, can you and Jungkook get some groceries? There’s a little supermarket just down the road,” she asks softly, handing me her credit card.

“Jiah, I can cover this don’t worry, you’ve already done so much,” I let out a soft smile, giving the card back to her which she declines and puts back into the pocket of my hoodie. We exchange teasing looks and chuckle. Jiah is an older sister so she possesses a natural sense of responsibility and strictness. It’s hard to overrule her decisions, especially when trying to help her.

Waving bye to the rest of the group, Jungkook reverses out of the driveway as we head to the market. My phone vibrates on my lap, as I glance at the notification on the top, ‘Your period is late by two days’. Phenomenal, I sigh.

“What's wrong?” Jungkook asks, lowering the radio.

“Nothing, my period is just late and I didn't pack anything with me,” I answer looking at the beautiful scenery out the window.

“Too young to be a mom don't you think,” he grins, scrunching his nose as I slap his forearm.

“No you smooth brain, I was just stressed about my exams. It happens,” I exclaim, letting out a little chuckle at his teasing.

After about 10 minutes we arrived at the market. Structurally it was old but you can tell the owners took good care of it, becoming a neighborhood favorite.

As we walk in I check the grocery list Jiah sent me while Jungkook rolls in the cart. We spend a few minutes trying to figure out the layout of the store before heading to the dairy section.

“Milk? Check. Whipping cream? Check. Ok what's next,” I whisper to myself, crossing off items from the list.

“Jungkook did you get the …” my sentence is abrupted by his absence. Literally, where could he have gone, I turned for 1 minute. I let out a big sigh as I start my first circle around the market before finding Jungkook in the female hygiene aisle. Oh my god.

“How do pussy sizes work,” he looks up with genuine confusion on his face. “You look like a small but it goes all the way up to XL, so I’m not sure” he continues talking, completely disregarding my distraught state.

“Pardon??” I choke, checking that no one else heard what just came out of his mouth.

“What? I don’t have a reference,” he exclaims, holding two boxes of pads.

“Jungkook what the actual fuck? Put that down,” I whisper, slapping the items out of his hands. He chuckles at my flustered state before leaning his head on the shelf, gaze lowered on my face which was now flushed. I quickly grab the cheapest option and pull him to self-checkout.

“You guys finally made it,” Tae screams as Jungkook locks the car and brings in the last of the groceries. Sitting on the couch my eyes meet a girl with beautiful red hair waving at our arrival.

“Mira, Jungkook, this is Sohee,” Jiah introduces us as we exchange little bows, before finally joining everyone on the couch. I decide to sit beside Tae, leaving just one possible spot for Jungkook, next to Sohee. She scoots over to make more space, before he politely stops her, letting out a soft smile. Trying not to pay much attention to it, I busy myself with the zipper on my hoodie before Jimin begins explaining the rules of the scavenger hunt.

“The teams have already been decided, boys vs. girls. The winning team must collect all three items and have at least one member remaining to get the prize. Elimination of a player will occur once their tag is ripped off by the opposite team. Tackles are fair game, so ladies get ready,” he chuckles, grinning at Jiah’s annoyance.

“Additionally, if you stumble upon a red envelope, you must complete a challenge and post it on the group chat for verification,” he continues, checking to see if anyone had any questions. Confirming the rules, I ask Tae to pass me the tag which I try to tuck deep into my shorts to make it more difficult to pull. Heading out I can feel Jungkook’s hand on my back as he whispers something into my ear.

“Be careful Peaches,”

3 … 2 … 1 …

Jimin lets out a big whistle to initiate the start of the game, turning on the speakers that are now blasting ‘Let's Get It Started’ by the Black Eyed Peas. Jiah, Sohee and I exchange nods and run towards the forest, where we are met with our first red envelope. The boys decide to stay back in the house and search for any clues inside before taking on the ground level.

“Already?” Sohee and I exclaim in annoyance.

“It better be something easy,” I say, out of breath from all the running (max 15 steps). Jiah opens the envelope and lets out a soft gasp, leaving our imaginations run wild.

“What is it?” we both shout, as she turns the envelope over.

“Pose for a picture that would make your significant other excited” I read out loud, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. You’re kidding. Looking at each other, the three of us shake off the jitters and set the timer on the phone camera, leaving no time for objections.

“Okay, one of you just push up your bra and the other pull up your shirt or something. I’ll give ass,” Jiah exclaims with all seriousness disregarding the way it all sounds. Letting out a big chuckle, we do as she says before being captured on camera.

“Well, it will definitely get someone excited,” Sohee whispers, as any remaining drop of dignity leaves my body. I mean we do look hot, that isn’t up for debate, but at what cost?

“We better get the bigger house,” I chuckle, sending both the forbidden photo and a screenshot of the challenge to the group chat.

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years ago

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My little love

Steve and reader’s friendship

Pairing: Steve x enhanced!reader (platonic)

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of injuries

A/N: no one asked for this but I wanted to show reader and Steve’s friendship from the beginning until after Steve finds Bucky. In this series civil war never happened but I did take some inspiration from it and from CA:TWS. Also I can’t remember if I’ve answered questions about their friendship but this is canon for this series

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You were doing everything possible to stop your leg from bouncing but truth be told you were a nervous wreck. Just out of being considered a newbie and already the director of Shield had called you up to his office. There was no way you had done anything wrong, you hadn’t even started your first official day as a full fledged agent yet.

His secretary had given you the go ahead to walk into his office. At the door you take a deep breath and knock, walking in once you hear someone say come in. You were sure you were screwed. Not only did you have to meet Director Fury, you were now face to face with Steve Rogers. He seemed to be just as confused as you were about the whole ordeal but at least he gave you a small reassuring smile.

“Steve Rogers.” He says as he holds out a hand for you to shake.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Pleasure to meet you sir.”

It totally felt weird to call someone that looked your age sir but you really weren’t sure what the protocol was.

“You know you should be introducing yourself with your agent number and not your name, right?”

“I don’t have an agent number yet sir.” You turned to look at Fury. “I’m supposed to get that information tomorrow.”

“Well it really won’t matter anyways. Please take a seat. The reason I called you here is because I want you to work with Captain Rogers. We have a few assignments that I think you would be suitable for.”

“Me?” You look between fury and Steve but Steve looks just as confused.

“I’m sorry but if she hasn’t even had a day in the field I don’t think this should be her first mission.”

“Y/L/N graduated top of her class with a degree in nursing and she was also top of her class during Shield training. Add to that that she took extra courses in combat medicine. I think she’s qualified enough to go on this mission.”

“Why join shield if you have a nursing degree?” Steve had turns to look at you.

“Why fake the information on your enlistment forms?”

Steve chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender. “Didn’t mean to offend, it's just that being a nurse is a way to help already.”

“Yeah but it’s too late by then. The damage has been done but by being an agent I can try and be in the field to either stop the bad guys or save a life.” You turn back to look at Fury. “I’d very much like to be part of whatever mission this is.”

“Good because I wasn't going to give you much of an option. I’m giving you five days to make any arrangements you need since you’ll be working out of the D.C. office, both of you.”

Fury gives you a file and dismisses you but asks Steve to stay behind. With a quick goodbye you’re gone.

It only takes you two days and some help from your dad to get packed up so that you can leave New York.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shield had been kind enough to set you up in an already furnished apartment. It was very basic but you were still grateful. Moving all your belongings up to the third floor however was the worst since it was only you.

“Hey neighbor.” You heard as you grabbed another box from the trunk of your car.

“Captain Rogers, hi. I didn’t know you lived here.”

“Please just call me Steve and I live a block down. I was just walking around getting a feel for the neighborhood. Need help bringing stuff in?”

You looked at your still almost fully loaded car and back at him. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s not a problem. I don’t really have anything to do. Which are your heavier things?”

You pointed out the boxes that had books and other things that would be more difficult for you to carry alone and he grabbed them as if you’d filled them with pillows.

“Third floor, second door on the right.”

Steve smiled and nodded as he took up two boxes.

“That is not fucking fair.” You muttered.

Steve was fast, he managed to bring up a few of the boxes before being called away to Shield. You promised to thank him with pizza and beer when you had a chance and then he was gone. Steve helping you gave you some extra time to unpack so that you could also get familiar with the neighborhood.

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The first mission you had been assigned to was ready to go. You got to the jet earlier just to make sure you had all the supplies you’d need in case of an emergency. The pilot arrived shortly after followed by Steve who seemed surprised to see you there so early.

“You know we don’t leave for another thirty minutes.”

“I know but I wanted to make sure we were fully stocked on medical supplies. Everyone always makes sure there is enough ammo to go around but never gauze. How have you been?”

“Good. Sorry again I had to leave so quickly the other day. Did you get settled in alright?” Steve said as he took a seat next to you.

“Yeah, I really appreciate the help. I would have been there all day.”

“S’no problem. Are you ready for your first official mission?”

“A bit nervous but I’m good.”

A quiet settles between the both of you as you watch him look over the file in his hand.

“How are you coping with everything?”

“It’s alright. The internet is very helpful. Can’t complain about the food and-“

“Bullshit,” you look up at Steve “I can’t really understand what it must be like for you but I know I’d be having a hard time if I woke up in a different century and not knowing anyone. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but just know that I’m here for you if you need to talk or just not be alone. I know plenty of how it feels to be lonely.”

He nods but his eyes are distant like he was thinking of something else. The rest of the team walks in and takes their seats. You and Steve don’t really talk for the rest of the flight unless it has to do with the mission.

It was a successful mission and no one needed any major medical attention. Once you showered and changed in the Shield locker room you headed out in order to debrief before going home to rest. You saw Steve hanging out by the elevators with two cups of coffee.

“Does that even affect you?” You asked once you got closer.

“No, I just like the flavor.”

“I swear if you say it’s just black coffee with no sugar or anything I’ll ask for a transfer out of your team.”

“Why?” Steve asks with a chuckle.

“Because it means you’re obviously unhinged.”

He throws his head back while he laughs.

“Don’t worry it has cream and sugar. This is for you. I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I just got a caramel latte. The girl at the counter said it was a safe choice.”

“Thank you, I do love caramel.” You say before taking a sip and stepping into the elevator. Both of you are just watching the numbers change.

“You’re right, you know.”

“I usually am. About what?” You look at him.

“Having a hard time since I woke up. Everyone I know is either dead or dying. I have no friends or family and on top of that there are seventy years worth of things I’ve missed out on.”

“I’m sorry you went through that, Steve. I know we just met and we barely know each other but I stand by what I said, I’m here for you.” You stick your hand in your bag and search around until you pull out a small red notebook and a pen. You hold it out for him to take.

“What’s this?”

“Well you just said there were seventy years worth of things you’ve missed out on. So write down things you’re not sure of or suggestions you get and we can go through the list together. I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.” He smiles and this time it’s genuine.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You should teach me Morse code.”

Steve stops hitting the punching bag and his head snaps in your direction. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stares at you.

“Nice hair cut by the way, it’s about time.”

“Thanks and why do you want to learn Morse code?”

“Because I think it could be useful in a mission.”

“Why don’t you use the google?”

“Steve, you don’t have to say ‘the’ anytime you talk about google.” You try really hard not to laugh but it’s honestly endearing when he shows his age. “You just say ‘why don’t you google it?’”

“Ok, why don’t you google it?”

“Why google it when I have a World War Two veteran right in front of me. Come on, it will be fun.”

“Why do you really want to learn how to use Morse code?” He says as he unwraps his hands.

“I wanna talk shit about the other agents that get assigned to us.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose but can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up.

“Anyways, I have to go restock my medical kit. Oh and we should totally watch Shrek tonight.”

“That’s the one with the ogre and donkey right?”

“Yup. See you later.”

“Bye.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘I hate Rumlow.’

You tapped your finger against your knee. It didn’t take long for you to pick up Morse code and any time you used it Steve regretted ever teaching you. Steve tried to act like he didn’t see your message but couldn’t help the shake of his head in disapproval.

‘I don’t trust him.” You tapped away. Ever since meeting him and the Strike team your gut told you they were bad news. Still, Steve had to give them a chance since they had been assigned by shield. He looked from you to the leader of the strike team trying to figure out what it was that you didn’t like about him.

‘Why?”

‘Gut feeling.”

Steve raised a brow and you shrugged in response. The pilot of the jet announced you were close to landing so Steve stood, shield in hand. He gave out orders and broke the team up.

“Y/L/N, I’ll need you on the field with me on this one.”

“You got it Cap.” You double checked your weapons and as soon as the jet landed you were out.

The mission was going smoothly. At a certain point you and Steve split up as you searched for any other person that was being held against their will. When the building had been cleared out you were instructed to go back to your designated meeting point with Steve. With quiet steps you head back, still on high alert in case you missed anything. You freeze when you turn the corner, Steve has his back to you and Rumlow. The latter has a gun pointed at the back of Steve’s head and he wasn’t wearing his cowl. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Rumlow moved his finger to the trigger. Your eyes narrow in his direction and the gun flies towards his face, effectively breaking his nose.

“Ah, fuck.” Rumlow holds his nose as blood trickles down his gloved hand.

“What happened?”

“What’s going on? I heard someone yell.” You walked out of your hiding place acting as if you’d just come upon the scene.

“Probably a broken nose. Could you take a look at it?” Steve asked, he knew if it were up to you Rumlow or anyone on the strike team wouldn’t get medical attention.

“Sure thing, Cap.”

You walk over to Rumlow as the rest of the team trickles in. He let his hands fall so that you could inspect the damage but his eyes were on Steve. Now you were sure Rumlow had it out for Steve, you just didn’t know why.

“I’m just gonna...” You murmur and then you snap it in place. Rumlow yelps in pain and when he looks at you with rage filled eyes he’s met with a hard glare. A sense of understanding that you had seen him point his gun at Steve passed over his eyes. He muttered a thanks and left to get with his team. Low murmur ls between him and his right hand.

“Everything ok?” Steve asked as he stopped in front of you.

“Just peachy. Are we good to go?”

“Just waiting on the last of the team. Are you sure everything is ok?”

“Yeah, dinner after the debrief?”

“Always.” Steve smiles.

******

“So what’s really bothering you? You’ve been in a mood since the mission.” Steve asked as he fixed himself a second plate of food.

“Do you trust me?”

Steve stopped what he was doing to look at you. It was a loaded question. But if he really thought about it you’d never done anything against him. You’d been there for him practically since the moment you’d met.

“Of course. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because what I’m going to tell you is going to sound like I have it out for Rumlow but it’s the truth and I need you to believe me. When I was heading back to the meeting spot I saw him pointing his gun at you. He was about to shoot you when-“ you stopped yourself from revealing your abilities.

“When what?”

“When he hurt his nose. He has it out for you and I’m not sure if it was a direct order or if it’s personal but you have to watch your back around him.”

“Y/N, come on you can’t be serious?”

“Does it look like I’m joking? Steve I’m just saying that be careful around him. You’re my best friend. I wouldn't want to see you hurt. Even if you can heal quickly I don’t think you can bounce back from a bullet to the head.”

“I’m your best friend?” He smiles brightly at you. As if that’s the best piece of news he’s heard recently.

“Don’t push it. But yes you are.”

His eyes softened and so did his smile. “You’re mine too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat curled up on the couch. The tears had barely dried but the ache in your chest was still as strong as ever. Your phone had been going off with messages but you couldn’t be bothered. There was a pounding at the door but you couldn’t be bothered to move.

“Y/N is everything ok?” Steve’s voice filled the otherwise quiet living room. “I can hear you in there. I’m going to use my key.” The lock clicks and the door opens. With cautious steps he makes his way into your apartment. The lights were out and only the street lights were illuminating the living room.

You don’t acknowledge him until he sits down next to you.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

You nodded and Steve got up, pacing back and forth as he tried to calm the rage he suddenly felt at the thought of you being hurt.

“Tell me who it was and I’ll take care of them.”

You finally looked up at him with red rimmed and puffy eyes. He kneeled in front of you.

“It was my family. I went out for a run this morning and I ran into them. Turns out they’d been here a few days on vacation. When I asked why they hadn’t called to meet up, my mom said she didn’t want to waste their time.” You sniffled as you wiped away tears. “When I got back my dad was here, he got in today and his first stop was coming to see me.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N.”

Steve pulled you into a hug and rubbed soothing circles on your back while you cried into his shoulder.

“I’ll never understand why she hates me so much. And then my siblings hate me because of her too. The only one that’s ever been there for me is my dad.”

“I can find someone to kick her ass for you, if you want.”

You laughed for the first time that day. A smile still on your lips when you pulled back to look at him.

“You’d be willing to put a hit on my mom?”

“You’re my best friend and I don’t like seeing you hurt. So if that's what I have to do I will.”

“You know everyone thinks you’re such a goody two shoes but really you’re the most dangerous person in the world.” You say with a laugh.

“Alright, let’s order some take out and watch something. How about the golden girls? You’re always talking about that show.”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you Steve.”

“What are friends for?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“How do I tell someone that I’m not interested without sounding mean?” Steve asked as he sat down on one of your extra chairs in your small office. “I never know how to approach this subject nowadays.”

“Why do you want to turn them down?”

“I’m barely learning how to use a computer, I’m not ready to start dating yet.”

“But you’d like to eventually?” You ask, looking up from the reports you were filling out. “Have you thought of dating, getting a girlfriend… or boyfriend. Maybe having a family one day.”

He sighs as he thinks about it. “I used to want a family with two, maybe three kids and a wife. But that man died in the ice the day that plane went down. Now I’m not so sure what I want.”

“Ok. You don’t have to date to find a serious relationship, maybe you can just date and meet new people and just get out there. You could have some fun.” You give him a small encouraging smile but he just shakes his head. “If you’re not ready that’s fine too.”

“Do you want a family?”

“I’ve thought about it. I used to when I was younger. Get married and have a few kids but now I’m not so sure.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. “I think I wouldn’t be a good mom.”

“Yeah right.” Steve scoffs. “You’d be a great mom, I just know it.”

“And you’d be a great dad. So how about neither of us give up on that dream.”

“Fine, but I still don’t want to date this person. She’s coming on a little too strong.”

“Give me a name and I’ll handle it.”

“Lauren from legal.”

“You owe me one.” You say of your shoulder as you walk out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hello?” You say as you answer the phone.

“Are you almost here?”

“Where is here, Steve? I’m at home. Did we make plans and I forgot?”

“No, we’re headed out on a mission. To rescue some civilians. I thought they’d want a medic on the team.”

“I wasn’t called for a mission. Who else is going?” Dread pooled in your belly. It wasn’t the first time you’d been sent on a separate mission but something didn’t feel right about this.

“The strike team and Romanoff.”

“Steve-“

“I know, I’ll be careful. See ya when I get back.”

You stayed awake until he finally called you saying he was headed back to Shield.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve was overwhelmed and worried. When he called to check up on you after almost being killed at the bunker you didn’t answer. The only other person he could trust was Sam Wilson, who he’d met a few days prior.

Now he was handcuffed along with Sam and Nat and they were being driven who knows where. He was still reeling from finding out that Bucky was very much alive and he still didn’t know where you were.

Behind the guard’s suit you were itching to reveal that you were ok. You hadn’t gotten a chance to call Steve back before you were attacked in your apartment. Maria Hill had been the one to help you get out. At the right moment you attacked the guard sitting next to you. Steve, Nat and who you would later learn was Sam looked at you in confusion until you took off the helmet.

You smile smugly at Steve and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t say it.”

“I told you so.”

You both say at the same time.

“You must be Y/N.” Nat says as she eyes you up and down.

“The one and only.” You pull keys out of your pocket. “Now, how about we get out of here?”

******

As soon as you got out of the SUV you started to lead Steve, Nat and Sam toward what looked like an abandoned building. You could feel the anxiousness roll off in waves from Steve like he needed to get something off of his chest. The others kept walking but you slowed your pace and Steve followed suit. You came to a stop just before the entrance to a large room.

“What’s going on?” You ask him as you cross your arms.

“Where do I start? I sacrificed myself for nothing, hydra is still going strong and hidden within Shield. I don’t know who to trust. And the winter soldier…”

“What about him?”

“The winter soldier is Bucky.” He said with teary eyes. “I thought he died but hydra has been using him to do their bidding.”

“Bucky as in your best friend from childhood?”

Steve just nods.

“Oh fuck.” You look up at Steve. It’s true you haven’t known him that long but you know him well enough. “You’re going to save him.” You state.

“I have to at least try. I hope he can be saved.”

“Then we’ll figure it out together. But you need to get in here because we have a lot to plan.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Two of the three helicarriers had been taken care of. The scene was total chaos as you made your way to the last one where Steve was. In the belly of the ship you found Steve and Bucky fighting it out. Bucky was over a very beaten Steve. You knew that one or two more blows could be it for him. With some quick thinking you got Bucky’s attention to give Steve enough time to get up and regroup.

The winter soldier walked toward you. Every step felt more intimidating than the last. You knew what strength with the serum could do but you’d never seen it so unrestrained before. When he reaches you his left hand wraps around your neck. You wrap a hand around his wrist in order to maintain control of the grip he has on you, then you kick him in his stomach. It does nothing. The winter soldier is an immovable force. Steve is standing behind him now and he gets the soldier’s attention with a hit. The soldier tosses you to the side but with most of the glass floor broken you fall through. You hear Steve yelling your name before you manage to lift a piece of metal debris to hang on to. If it weren’t for that you would have probably been dead in the water.

When you resurface you make out the winter soldier pulling an unconscious Steve out of the water. With the little energy you have left you swim as fast as you can. Once on shore you run to where Steve is lying, the winter soldier already turned his back on his friend.

~~~~~~~~~~

The minute Steve had been called back to New York, and the avengers specifically, he brought you along with him. He said he wouldn’t leave you behind and that the team could use a medic. You had been invited to a party after a successful mission and it was the way of introducing you and Sam to the team. As the night wound down it was only the team. You were sitting on the floor resting your back against the couch Steve was sitting on.

“So Y/L/N, Capsicle speaks very highly of you. Do you think you can keep up with the team?” Tony had asked you.

“If I can keep up with this one, I can keep up with anyone.” You patted Steve’s knee, something you never did.

“Are you drunk?”

“No, just tipsy. I still have to go home in a bit.”

“Nonsense, we have spare rooms.”

“Awesome.”

“Tell us Lady Y/N, how did you and our captain become friends?”

“I called him out on his bullshit, sparky.”

“How so?” Thor asked uncaring of the nickname Clint and Tony found hilarious.

“Oh on our first mission I asked him how he was adjusting and he gave some crappy excuse about the internet being so helpful and whatever. So I was like ‘bullshit’ and after the mission we talked and it’s been a rollercoaster ever since.”

Steve was going to say something but was stopped by some robot walking into the room. Everyone sobered up quickly once it stopped talking and attacked the group. Steve of course grabbed you to keep you safe. Robots were flying around and so were bullets and glass. From somewhere Clint calls out for Steve and throws him the shield and a gun for you.

Steve throws the shield but it somehow gets stuck in the body of a robot who’s running toward the now broken window to leave. You see it and without much thought bring your hand up and pull the shield back using your ability. Once the gun has run out of bullets you rely on your ability to fight off the remaining robots.

You watch Thor fly away to follow the rest of them and the room is dead quiet. Tony and Bruce leave and head toward the lab. Maria, Clint and Nat head to clean up the small cuts they have from the flying glass and leave you alone with Steve. He stares at his shield and then up at you. He watches you check your arms and legs for any cuts.

“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, sounding more hurt than angry.

“Steve I-“

“Don’t give me excuses. What, are you some hydra experiment? Was I your mission and when you didn’t succeed they sent Bucky after me?”

“I was born like this.” You said in a very small voice. “Only my family knows.”

“And what you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me?”

“I was scared that you’d see me as a freak too. You’re the first friend I’ve had in a really long time and I was scared you’d hate me or something.”

“You doubted our friendship even after all this time?” Steve put his hands on his hips. “Maybe we didn’t know each other as well as we thought. Do you really think I’d change my mind about you?”

“I thought that maybe you’d think I was trying to get on the avengers or something. That was never the intention, I didn’t want to feel alone and then we met and I knew you felt the same way. Trust me I wanted to tell you every single time we hung out but I was always made to feel ashamed by this. I’ve been the black sheep of my family all of my life. Getting into shield and then working with you was the first time that I felt free and I knew who I was. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Steve studies your face for a moment and then nods.

“I’ll go.” You say quietly and head to the elevator.

Halfway down the elevator stops and begins to ascend, opening on a floor you hadn’t seen before. Nat is waiting for you when the doors open.

“We could use your help. Especially with your telekinetic abilities.”

“It’s not telekinesis. I can just manipulate metal.” You clarify as you follow her into a lab where an argument is happening. Steve looks over to see you walking in and immediately shakes his head.

“She isn’t coming with us.”

It hurt but you understood he didn’t trust you. At least that’s what you thought.

“Why not? We could use the help.”

“I’m not putting her in danger just because you went behind our backs and created this mess, Tony.”

“It’s ok, I'd like to help. I’ll stay back as medical unless absolutely necessary.”

The mission had been much more intense than anything you had been involved with before. At the end of it though you had earned your place amongst the Avengers, even if Steve was not really talking to you at the moment. Saw a young woman lose the last family she had left and were able to save countless lives and a city from being completely destroyed.

~~~~~~~

There was a knock at your door. It was strange because you weren’t expecting anyone, in fact you were about to leave. So you were surprised to see Steve standing there with a sheepish look on his face. Silently you invite him in and he looks around the apartment. It was barely decorated and then he spotted the small duffel bag.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asks.

“Europe.”

“What? Why are you going to Europe?”

“I spoke with Sam earlier, he thinks he’s close to finding Bucky and I’m going to back him up.” You say as you grab the bag. “I was heading to the airport now.”

“Are you sure you want to do that? The compound is ready and there is an apartment and a place for you on the team. We all agreed that we need you.”

“Is there still a place for me as your friend?” You look up at him. “Even though I didn’t tell you the truth.”

“Of course there is. I’ve been thinking and I understand why you didn’t say anything.”

You smile and hug him, a hug which he returns. “Good because I missed you. So as your friend and as Sam’s friend I need to go to Europe first and help bring Bucky in. He can't harm himself or others if I can hold him back by his arm.”

“That’s how you did it in the helicarrier?”

“Yup. He couldn’t snap my neck because I was controlling his arm. Also I was the one who broke Rumlow’s nose the day I told you he was pointing the gun at you.”

Steve smiled and shook his head. “Thank you, for everything.”

“No worries, what are friends for?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You had found Bucky after months of searching. It was partially a coincidence that you did. Sam wanted to follow one lead but you wanted one more day in Romania. You headed toward the market and you thought you saw him, so you immediately messaged Sam. After a few days of surveillance you were sure it was Bucky. Sam made the call and Steve was on his way within minutes.

“Thank you both so much for this.” Steve said the minute he got to the meeting point. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses. “I know it hasn’t been easy to be away from home for this long. I’ll never-“

“We get it, we're awesome. Now give me a hug and tell me you missed me.”

“I missed you so much.” Steve pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. “I do come bearing gifts.”

He leads you to the car he was using and opens up the trunk. There are two suitcases. They contain both yours and Sam’s new suits. It was just in time too because Bucky would be framed for setting off a bomb in another country so the three of you had to get to him before he ran again.

~~~~~~~~

You woke up with a start, half panicked and half confused. There was beeping that was going crazy and you blinked a few times trying to focus.

“Hey, you’re ok. We’re in a hospital. You’re safe.” Sam said calmly as he stood beside your bed. “Can you take a deep breath for me?”

You nod before laying back down and taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Sam offers you a cup with water and you drink it greedily.

“Are you-“ you cough. “Ok?”

“Dislocated shoulder, a few cuts here and there and some cracked ribs.”

“Nice. I feel like shit.”

“You look like it too.” He says laughing when you glare at him.

“So this is what I get for saving your ass, Wilson?”

The door to the hospital room opens, revealing Steve. He was beaten and bruised but looked relieved.

“When did you wake up?”

“Like two minutes ago. So what happened?”

“Bucky is in Wakanda. King T’Challa offered his help to try and deprogram him. We just won’t know how long it’ll take.” He said, sounding a little discouraged.

You extended your hand for him to take while Sam excused himself to go get a nurse. Steve sat on the bed next to you and took your hand.

“At least now you know where he is and that he’s safe. I bet you can go visit whenever you want.”

“No, Bucky decided to go back into a cryogenic chamber until Princess Shuri can figure out how to help him. For all we know it could take years or decades.”

“But we don’t know that. It could be six months. Look at the bright sight. Now you have your best friend back.”

“Yeah but I almost lost my other best friend because of it.” He squeezed your hand.

“But you didn’t, so don’t feel guilty about something that didn’t happen.”

Steve gave you a single nod but looked unconvinced by your words.

“Do you think Bucky and I could be friends someday?”

“Yeah, I think he’ll like you a lot.” Steve smiles.

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