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Fallin’ In Heart First - Cole Turner x Country Singer!Reader

A/N: This is pretty much inspire by HEART FIRST by Kelsea Ballerini so definitely check it out!

Summary: Months after their break up Cole is still moping over Sadie, that is until he hears a certain voice

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluff! Simp Behaviour!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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“I have just the thing you’re looking for,” Cole says with a small wink, pointing to the customer who was at the stall.

He reaches out to grab just a plain jar of honey before presenting it to the allergy-suffering customer. She raises a brow in confusion as she takes the jar from him “honey?”

“Yep have some every day, in your tea or on your breakfast, it’s made locally using local pollen so it allows your body to get used to the pollen before allergy season kicks in” Cole explains pushing his hands into his jeans pockets.

The customer studies the jar for a moment before shrugging her shoulders “Worth a shot” she admits before passing over some cash for it.

“Used it all my life and it’s saved me,” Cole says with a small wink.

The lady lets out a small snort of laughter as she shakes her head and puts the jar of honey in her bag “Well thank you” she chuckles before turning and walking off to another stall.

Cole watches as she goes, she was pretty cute, almost certainly his type but his heart just wasn’t in it. He watched as she paused at the nearby flower stall and began admiring the cactus. Something that instantly made Cole sigh deeply as he was reminded of her.

“Oh my god that’s like the millionth sigh this morning!” Mattie exclaims loudly, pulling Cole from his thoughts.

“No, it's not” Cole argues turning around to face his younger sister who was reclined back in her chair.

“Uh yeah it is, you do it whenever you look over at the plant stall” Mattie says pointing over to the stall in question.

“No, I don’t” Cole states with a small scoff shaking his head at her.

“Yeah, you do!” Mattie laughs “Aren’t I right Dad?”

“Yeah you are sighing a lot, you can sit down if you’re asthma is acting up coleslaw” his dad offers making Cole roll his eyes.

“It's not his Asthma it's him still wallowing over Sadie,” Mattie says sending Cole a knowing look.

“No, I’m not, I’m over that” Cole argues but even he could hear how unconvincing he sounded.

Mattie burst out laughing shaking her head at him “You do hear yourself right?”

“Mattie leave him alone, he thought Sadie was the one” his dad chastises lightly.

“Yeah just like he thought Bonnie and Laurie and Peggy were the ones” Mattie mutters under her breath.

“Look Coleslaw we’re doing alright here, why don’t you go take a break, explore the rest of the fair?” His dad suggests.

“Dad I’m fine” Cole sighs.

“And that’s a million and one” Mattie smirks.

“Fine, fine I’m going” Cole exclaims holding his hands up in surrender, grabbing his inhaler as he stormed away ignoring his sister’s laughter.

Cole didn’t really know where to go, the annual county fair was always massive. He knew his dad needed a new part for the tractor so maybe he could go get that, or see if the book stand had anything interesting on agriculture.

He was just walking past one of the bar tents when he heard angelic-like singing that had him freezing. Turning in the direction of the singing he ducked into the large bar tent which was full of people enjoying local cider and listening to live music.

Cole gently pushed his way through the crowd so he could see who was on the small stage. His heart skipping a beat when he finally saw the singer. You were absolutely stunning, perched on a stool in a long floral dress, daisies carefully weaved into your hair. You had a warm smile on your face as you expertly strummed your guitar and sang about love.

Cole was completely enamoured and when your gaze met his the rest of the world melted away and it was just you and him in that tent. You sent him a bashful smile, glancing down for a moment before your gaze returned to him.

For the rest of your set your gaze repeatedly met his and Cole couldn’t help but think you were singing directly to him. So when you finally finished and began packing up Cole didn’t hesitate and made his way straight over to you.

“Hey,” he greeted, shoving his hands in his jean pockets nervously.

You glanced up from your guitar case, a smile growing on your face and you rose to your full height “Hey” you echoed.

“I um just wanted to say I really enjoyed your set, you’re voice is beautiful” Cole says smiling nervously over at you.

You nibble your lower lip and look down bashfully “Thank you” you smile looking back up at him.

Cole gives you a small nod of his head as silence fell between the two of you. He didn’t want to leave but he just couldn’t think of anything else to say. He began to turn away when he spotted a sign for a local cider and instantly spun back around to face you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked suddenly.

You startle slightly at his outburst but a warm smile soon grows on your lips “Yeah that sounds nice”

“Perfect, great,” Cole says with a sigh of relief.

You let out a quiet chuckle as you close your guitar case and pick it up “let's go” you grin.

“Here let me,” Cole says quickly taking the case from you “I promise I won’t drop it”

You let out a loud warm chuckle at that “Don’t worry I trust you…” you say tailing off at the end.

“Cole. I’m Cole, Cole Turner” Cole finishes holding out his free hand.

“Y/N” you smile shaking his hand and Cole could swear he felt sparks fly.

Cole held out his arm signalling for you to go first, smiling, trying and failing to stop himself from doing a little happy dance when your back was turned. You then glanced over your shoulder at him making him quickly recover and flash you a smile.

When you reached the bar Cole ordered two ciders for the both of you and then set down your guitar case. As he did do he noticed all the stickers from different states and cities across the country.

“Are these all the places you’ve toured?” Cole asks as you took a large sip of your cider.

You quickly swallowed and shook your head “No, I’m not much of a traveller far too much of a homebody, my family is just pretty large and spread far and wide so those are just from when I’ve visited them” you explain.

Cole hums nodding his head “I get that, I did a bit of travelling across Europe not too long ago, it was fun but I definitely liked being home and back in my comfort zone”

“Need a holiday from your holiday” you chuckle making Cole laugh.

“Yup exactly that” he smiles “So you don’t travel for your music?” He asks arching a brow.

“No it's just a hobby, I don’t have any real desire to ‘make it’, I just enjoy doing stuff like this and I love my job too much to give it up” you explain.

“What do you do?” Cole asks tilting his head slightly.

“I’m a librarian, so diving into fantasy worlds and romance novels is enough travel for me” You smile bashfully as you take another sip of your cider “What do you do?”

“I’m a farmer, but I have also written a book on the history of agriculture, it was published a few months ago now” Cole answers as he takes a sip of his own cider.

“Wait.” You say holding out your hand “Cole, as in Cole Turner?”

Cole furrows his brows “Yeah….” He says confused.

“I’ve read your book!” You exclaim.

Cole’s eyes widened in surprise “You have!?” He says shaking his head in disbelief, he thought he’d be the only one who’d ever read it.

“Yeah! It came into the library and it looked interesting so I gave it a read and it was really cool! You have a way with words” you explain smiling over at him.

“Thank you” Cole smiles bashfully “but if anyone has a way with words it's you! I mean your songs, god… I’ve never heard someone summarise love and falling in love like you”

“Thank you, not everyone would agree, I’ve been called a hopeless romantic,” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders “Well that's putting it nicely, I’ve been called needy, incessant texter, leading with my heart rather than my head… but I guess I am someone who’d do anything for love”

“I get that,” Cole says with a small nod of his head, making you look back at him with an arched brow “I once travelled halfway around the world after a girl who I went on one date with and didn’t hear back from only to find out she’s a CIA agent and get dragged into her mission to recover a weapon of mass destruction, there were bounty hunters and everything” he rambles looking down at his cider.

Silence fell between the two of you making Cole worry that when he looked back up that he would see a look of horror on your face. But when he did eventually look up he just saw a warm smile on your face.

“You fall in love fast don’t you Cole?” You ask with a smirk, Cole could only nod and swallow nervously “Well I’m glad I’m not the only one” you smile holding your pint out for a toast.

A wide smile broke out on his face as he joined you in your toast. Yeah, he fell in love fast but this time he was sure that he’d met his match, his equal, his soulmate.

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At A Cost

Cole Turner x You (Reader)

Warning: Fluff, Wrong Number, Miscommunication

Summary: Cole is nervous. He is trying to make a reservation at a restaurant, but a wrong dial and a local cell tower maintenance bring him something totally unexpected.

A/N: My fifth entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty.

"Hello? Hi. I need to make a reservation for two. Is Wednesday night okay?"

There was a stupid drunk dude who crushed his truck directly into a cell tower this early morning. The tower was not that kind of iron monster on the top of the mountain, rather, this cell tower is a simple pole.

Was a pole, with wires tangled at its base, about seven feet or so.

And now it is down. On the ground. Leaving almost every wired phone in the district unavailable.

Well, unavailable is a strong word. The reality is, since the tower-pole is down, every call towards a landline is directed manually, hence creating a long waiting line and static-buzzing calls.

Cole has been pacing in his room, his balcony, and even the edge of the farm five times, just to wait for someone could patch his call to the new restaurant. He has been on two dates so far and the girl he is dating asked him whether they could go try this restaurant next time.

And of course, he says yes.

"Hello? Hi? Can you hear me?" He has to take away the phone from his ears to make sure that the line is open, and after he is certain that the other end is still on the phone, he re-attaches the phone to his ear, "Hello? Anyone there?"

Static buzz annoyingly irritates his ear, but luckily, he captures someone speaking on the other end of the phone.

"We are fully ... Please hold on, I just saw an... available slot. Does ... work?"

A soft voice rings on the other end of the phone, bringing his thoughts back together. "I'm sorry. When is the slot?"

"Thursday ... pm. Is this okay?"

"I'm sorry, Thursday when?"

"... 7 pm."

"That sounds perfect." Cole lets out a long breath. For a second, he was starting to imagine the disappointment and the frustration of his date, Emily. Who is a very nice girl from L.A., but he accidentally overheard her being mean to someone over the phone after their first date.

He would rather not jump to conclusions without knowing more about Emily. For now, he doesn't want to get on her bad side.

"Can I take ... name please?"

"Yeah, sure. It's Cole. Cole Turner."

"Okay, Mr. Coke."

"Nonono, it's Cole. C-O-L-"

"My apologies, Mr. Cola."

"It's not Cola. It's COLE, COLE TURNER-"

"We'll have your ...-vation on Thursday the 24th, by 7 pm sharp, Mr. Coca Cola. Is this your re-... number?"

This has become extremely frustrating. Even without his date present. He hates dating.

"Just book a table under the name Mr. Turner. And yes, this is my number."

"I'm sorry, Sir. Are you saying you want a table booked under the name ...a ?"

"Sorry?"

"... I'm going to need you ... " static, buzz, "Sir, are you there? I'm ..." buzz "Am I ..."

Before the line goes dead.

Yup, this is going to be perfect.

To add insult to injury, it is not until three hours later that a confirmation text sent to his phone that he realizes, he messed up with the restaurant.

Hi Monica Cola, thank you for booking at restaurant Savory Soiree. Your booking is on 08/24 at 7pm. Enjoy your meal.

Monica Cola??? How the hell did the lady get that name?

And he wasn't intended to book at this Savoir... Something! He meant to call the restaurant named Plate & Grill!

Cole has no other choice but to drive to Plate & Grill, since his phone is completely useless right now, thanks to the idiot drunk guy who crashed his car onto the cell tower-

When he gets there, he is even more speechless when he finds out that the restaurant, which is scheduled to open from 10am to 10 pm today, which is Monday, has a big poster sign outside stating that they are having some problems with the local power grid, and won't be open for another two weeks.

Perfect. Just perfect.

Luckily, Savoir...Savory Soiree is just across the street, but with tinted windows and marble black steps, it seems like a slightly fancier restaurant than the Plate & Grill.

After a few apologies in a phone call, Emily agrees to the change of location.

Which is the start of his more-than-miserable third date.

Before Cole was able to reach the restaurant, he stepped on his toes, tripped himself over once, and banged his arm on the cabinet edge.

He should've taken it as a sign and cancel the date. He really should.

But no. He chooses to wear his nice suit and tie, be there on time despite all odds.

"Welcome to Savory Soiree, do you have a reservation?" A woman at the front desk smiles at him. Even though wearing the white shirt and black bowtie uniform, something about you seems different than the rest of the waiters and waitresses. Cole brushes it off as you look more leisurely working at the reception desk, not needing to take care of multiple guests at once.

Cole hastily takes out his phone, showing you the text message he got, rather than saying his "assigned" name in the text.

"Mr... Ms. Monica Cola?"

You try your best not to laugh, as this was the reservation call you took, and the jumpy phone line only allowed you to capture a few syllables rather than his full name.

"It's Cole-" He explains in a rush to Emily, who is looking at him with a mixture of confusion and doubt, "It's Cole- Bad connection, a drunk guy brought down the cell tower and- Can we get our table please?" Almost desperate, he turns to you for help.

You raise your head from the computer, nodding, "Of course, if you will just follow me."

The interior design of Savory Soiree is similar to its outside. With dim yellow glow and a glass jar of candlelight on the table. Dark tiles and dark leather sofas instead of regular chairs. Simple black-leather covered menu with two sheets of paper, containing the French-Italian fusion dishes with a few words of explanation. White plates with golden rims. Even the knives and forks are warm to the touch.

In a cute floral dress, Emily fidgets on her seat.

"Hey. You look amazing." Cole reaches out to take her hand, calming her nerves, "I heard that the lobster here is pretty good."

Emily looks over her shoulder, but doesn't take away her hand.

"I'm sure it does." She manages a smile, withdrawing her arm from his touch as soon as you approach their table.

"Hi, are you ready to order?" You step near with an iPad, "Would you like to start with some drinks? We've got excellent wine, both red and white. If you would prefer some non-alcoholic drinks, we have soft drinks and water."

"Yeah." "No." Cole and Emily say the same time.

They look at each other. Emily looks down at the menu again.

Cole quickly amends his words, "I think we are going to need a couple more minutes. Thank you."

"No problem." You gesture at the side of the table, where there is a small silver button visible, "If you are ready to order, just press this. I'll be with you shortly."

Then you walk away, leaving Cole and Emily at the table.

For the rest of the shift, you were called to the kitchen to help out with inventory. The tables originally assigned to you were allocated to other waiters and waitresses.

It is after an hour and a half that you finally finish all your work and clock out. "Clock out" is more of an overstatement. It is only eight forty in the night and plenty of guests sitting by the table. But none of that is your concern.

After all, you were only here to help out with this "short-staff" situation during rush hours.

You are waiting for your ride home when you notice the man standing right next to you.

"You're ... Cole, right?" Fairly certain of his name this time, you open up to talk, "I was originally gonna serve your table but I got called to the back. Did you enjoy your food?"

Cole takes a little while to realize who you are.

"Oh sure. The food is great. Excellent. The Osso Buco? Perfect. I haven't had such soft and juicy veal for a long time. Pricey, but worth the cost."

He can't help but sigh at the end.

"Ok-ay. Is it anything else you're not satisfied with, if I may ask?"

Mr. Coca Cola does spike your interest. He doesn't strike you as the type of rich folks who would normally come to your restaurant to eat. His suit and his wristwatch say so. Not to mention his plus-one, looking far from blending in.

Cole chuckles at your persistence, "It's not your place that's the problem. Date gone wrong, that's all."

It has gone wrong. Terribly wrong.

Emily didn't like this fancy place and everyone speaking in a low voice. She moved around on the chair as if she had nails under her ass. And when her dish arrived, she claimed avocado is harmful to the earth environment - even though she ordered the dish herself.

She was worrying over the price of this meal. And at the end of this date, after continuously worrying and fidgeting, she gasped in shock at the bill and told the waiter they must be overcharging.

And ran out of this place as fast as she could.

He eyes you somewhat curiously, "I thought you guys would be working till close, like, 10 pm, if not later."

"Nah, I'm just here to help out." But you feel bad about his date and the terrible choice his date made for her dress.

Sundress and fancy restaurant don't really go well.

So you shrug and give him a sheet of paper with your name and number, "Call me, if you want to eat here again. I can get you a slot."

"Y/N Y/L/N..." He mutters your name. Cole doesn't really believe that a waitress, no offense, can get him a decent booking for Savory ... Savoir, or something. But as your ride stops in front of you, he doesn't really believe that a young waitress could get a chauffer to open the door for her and get on a fancy BMW either.

But he really wants to eat here again. The tasty veal and the marvelous red wine made sure of that.

"You don't look like you work for this restaurant." Cole places the piece of paper carefully in his pocket, tugging at his tie because his throat feels dry all of a sudden. Gesturing at your ride and your coat, he grins, "You're not gonna be Hannibal, are you?"

You choke out a laugh, "No promises."

"As long as veal is on the table," He purses his lips, posing a care-free expression, "I'd do anything for a slot."

"Right." You don't buy that. Not a single bit. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Coca Cola."

"It's Cole-" He snorts at this inside joke.

When you wave and roll up the car window, telling your chauffer to drive.

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Chapter 5: From the Ground Up

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: It’s time for Bucky to take charge in your absence.

Word count: 4,065

Content/warnings: Interrogation, restraints (not in the sexy way), allusions to violence, swears, name calling, pet name usage, female reader, kissing, horseback riding?

Author’s Note: I REALLY loved writing this chapter. This is where we start to see the other storylines of the Outta Nowhere AU emerge, so keep an eye out as those get released.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bucky was mad-no, he was seething as he paced back and forth in your home office. It was in the wee hours of the morning when his private jet had landed on the local airstrip. Within that same hour, Sam had personally escorted in the little nerd responsible for a good third of the turmoil going on in Bucky’s head: Jake.

Sam had taken the liberty of pre-binding his hands and duct taping his mouth shut. Bucky was going to enjoy ripping the goatee straight off his mousy little face.

Five hours ago

As soon as Steve had gotten off the phone with Bucky, he called the construction crew. They kept them on call for things like this, but the two of them never thought the stakes would be this high. It wasn’t often that someone important and non-expendable was put in this type of danger, let alone someone Bucky cared about. As he was finishing up the call and directing them towards your house, Sam reached out to him with a sticky note.

On it was a name and the address to an apartment in the city, along with Sam’s scrawled ‘pick her up on your way over.’ Steve nodded as he hung up his call and placed another, grabbing the duffel bag he kept packed by the door and heading out.

Three Hours Later

Bucky hadn’t left your side since the rocks collapsed. Luckily, the two of you had been able to find a small gap in the rocks where you both sat. It wasn’t large enough to keep air circulating, but it was big enough to at least allow the two of you to talk with each other. You and Bucky had shared so much, from him sharing his first business operation with Steve, to you detailing crazy college stories of when you, your roommate, and Curtis would hang out.

Bucky laughed along. There was a whole side of you he never knew. He had studied intently what showed up on paper, and he knew the hardships you’d faced from your deep conversation last week, but this? This was a whole new, more playful side. He was surprised to see your spirits so high despite the situation.

“I do not believe that one bit. No way you were climbing up clock towers at school just to steal the clock hands, or a random brick or whatever. You’re too straight-laced.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you leaned your head back against the stone wall. “Oh please, people already pay so much to go there, if anything, I had more than the right to do it. Our money pays for that stuff. Technically we owned it. Not the school.”

Bucky snorted. “You didn’t even pay tuition. Didn’t they pay you to go there?”

“That’s besides the point, Bucket. Fight the man. And anyway, if you think I’m straight laced, you should meet my roommate.”

Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, about that. She’s on her way here right now.”

Your ears perked up. “Decks is on the way? Oh, that’s good. She’ll be super helpful. She’s so organized, although, I can’t imagine she took well to whoever had to interrupt her beauty sleep. Who’s the poor guy?”

Bucky sharply inhaled. “Steve.”

“Oooo hooo hoo.” You laughed. “That’ll be a fun one for both of them. They’re either gonna love or hate each other. What are all the rest of the ETAs?”

Bucky looked at his watch. Well, really, he had been checking his watch this whole time to monitor his pulse, which was over 100 consistently since the tunnel buckled. He was shaking with concern for you, but kept his voice level to keep you calm, a trick he and Steve had worked tirelessly to master. “Ummm… looks like the construction crew should be here within the hour. And I’ll bet Decks and Steve will be pulling up any minute.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Anyone else coming that I should know about? So I can figure out where they’ll best fit around the farm? Decks is great with the animals.”

You hadn’t heard all of Bucky’s or Curtis’s phone calls earlier since they stepped out of the cave to make them with better reception. Bucky didn’t want you to know Jake was on the way, mostly because he knew you’d make him promise not to hurt the rat, and he didn’t want to have to make that promise with the high likelihood it would be broken. He decided a better move would be to change the subject.

“So where did the nickname ‘Decks’ come from anyway?”

“Oh! Well it’s actually-“

Bucky heard footsteps near the mouth of the mine. He did his best to politely cut you off. “Wait, Honey, I’m so sorry, quiet for one second.”

He sat there and silently listened, the rustling becoming closer and clearer until he identified it as hooves clopping gently against the soft ground. He heard Curtis’s voice say something vaguely before he moved to get his feet underneath him and brush off his pants.

“I think Curtis is here with Steve and Decks. I don’t want anyone else to come in, just in case it’s still too unstable. Can you tell me exactly what you need them to do?”

You nodded, even though you knew Bucky couldn’t see it and began to lay out the instructions. Decks and Steve weren’t here to clean out the tunnels, they were here to help keep the farm running until you were freed, and no one knew how long that would take. It was best to keep only those who could be closely trusted around until this was all figured out. God forbid the authorities come knocking, or worse yet, Cole. Bucky held onto your every word before briefly leaving the tunnel to relay the information.

Bucky returned to you shortly after instructing Curtis to take Steve and Decks back to the house so they could rest before their long day tomorrow. Everything needed to run as smoothly as possible to not raise suspicion from your absence, which they were going to claim was due to a corn crop farmer’s conference out in Iowa if anyone asked.

After another hour with you, Bucky let you know the construction company arrived and was starting to stabilize the ceiling so they could dig you out. “I’ve gotta go deal with some business, so I’ll be back soon. Plus, I can’t get in the way of these vehicles. But say the word to one of the crew and I’ll be back here in a minute flat. I promise.”

Bucky’s promises meant a lot. That was something you had learned in your conversations. He never said something unless he had a plan to deliver. A man’s word was everything in his line of work.

“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that!” You yelled back.

Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to send Sam back here as soon as he arrives. He’ll keep you company.” And with that, Bucky made his way back to the house.

So this is where Bucky found himself, walking back and forth menacingly behind Jake, who had been tied down to the guest chair in your office. Jake’s eyes shifted back and forth with nervousness as he tried and failed to hold back whimpers and near-hyperventilating breaths.

Bucky had been silent for only ten minutes. He liked the way it made them squirm. He could sit and stare all day, completely unbothered, as anyone he interrogated slowly lost their mind. Of course, there were other, more fun ways, to get information, but he wouldn’t dare mark up your home. He’d never let the one they called ‘The Winter Soldier’ be unleashed in your sanctuary. This is the closest he would ever get, though, and it would never be seen by you.

Bucky stalked around Jake and crouched in front of him. “A milk maid came in here and told me that you’d given him information about this farm. Care to share?”

Jake shook his head vigorously and whined through the duct tape over his mouth. Bucky leaned in closer. What was more terrifying than being yelled at by him? Bucky with an alarmingly level voice.

“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that. I can help you talk a little better, but you’ve gotta be quiet. There are people upstairs sleeping, and I can’t guarantee they’ll be as nice as me if you wake them. Promise to be good?”

Jake nodded carefully and slowly. Bucky reached for the tape at the corner of Jake’s mouth and ripped it off quickly. Jake’s head lurched forward, his mouth open with a silent scream between gasping breaths. Bucky examined the sticky side of the tape. There was no hair on it. The steam from Jake’s mouth must’ve reduced the stickiness just enough that it didn’t cause damage. Shame.

Bucky slammed his hands over Jake’s on the armrests of the chair. “Tell me everything.” He gritted out between clenched teeth.

Jake giggled uncomfortably. “Uh….there’s not really much to know, mister…sir….does this have to do with Peach? I thought she owned this farm now. Where is she?”

Bucky growled. “That’s not important right now, but yes, this is about this farm. Tell me everything you told the guy with the soft hands and the jackets that were too crisp to indicate a day of work in his whole life.”

Bucky had no intention to associate that with his own designer crisp suits that he wore everyday back in the city. That was different, it was a totally separate line of work, plus, he wasn’t trying to pose as something that he’s not when he wore them. Anyway, he’s not the one on trial here.

“Oh! You mean Cole? Fucking prick.” Jake mumbled looking down and to the side. “I can promise whatever he said to you was a lie. That guy’s always been awful. He hides a demon face behind his handsomeness.”

Bucky didn’t want to be on Jake’s side, but he couldn’t argue with that. But to keep him talking, Bucky leaned in closer, moving his hand towards the knife on his belt loop. Jake flinched and raised his hands in surrender as much as he could with his wrists tied down.

“Okay, okay, I promise I didn’t say much. At least not on purpose. I was at an investors party up in San Francisco when Cole bumped into me. He was bragging about how he had just inherited his parents’ company and it was way bigger than when we were in high school. Frankly, I didn’t care, I make an effort to forget about a lot from back then, mostly him, so I tried to disprove him by saying that there are still nice little farms around despite his family’s efforts. I told him I still had my mom buy me honey that Peach makes, herself.” He hung his head in shame.

Bucky huffed as he leaned back against your desk and crossed his arms. “Well, way to go. You know, they painted you to be some genius, but you’re an absolute idiot.”

Jake looked up and scrunched his nose. “Well I actually prefer the term loser, bu-“

Bucky raised his hand to stop Jake from talking. “I really don’t care. What matters is that you’ve made a mess for Honeybee that inconveniences all of us. I’ve gotta be the one to work on cleaning this up while she’s otherwise occupied.”

Jake cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Who the fuck is ‘Honeybee?’ Are we talking about the same person?”

Bucky sighed and wiped a hand over his face, stopping with it covering his mouth. He looked at the helpless man in front of him. How had you ever dated this guy? If he used to be great, what on Earth happened to him? “God, you’re slow to catch on. Yes, it’s the same person, but I don’t think the sweet peach you used to know and love is in there anymore. Not after you abandoned her. And especially not after you gave up her operation on a silver platter to Cole.”

Jake swallowed as he caught on. He had seen the devious glint in Cole’s eye when they had run into each other, but just thought it was a product of Cole’s braggadocious success. Not his complete hunger for domination. Despite the way Jake left, he still cared for you. He didn’t want to see the thing you loved taken away, especially by the guy who caused him so much grief. The guy your family defended him from on so many occasions. He felt awful. You’d taken care of Jake when he was around, but when the opportunity came for him to do the same for you, he failed.

Tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I can do to help, I will, please, misterrrr…….”

Bucky’s shoulders pushed back in arrogance. Jake squealed all the information he had and didn’t even know the name of the man interrogating him. That wouldn’t do, especially if Bucky wanted to eventually release Jake back out into the wild once this was all over. He made a mental note to have someone coach Jake on how to not give up sensitive intel so easily. But for now, Bucky would take advantage of the ease of informational access.

“Barnes. You get to call me Barnes.”

“Ooh! So like a cool nickname only I get to use? I feel so special.”

Bucky chuckled dryly at that. Jake really was clueless. “No. Not at all like that.” Bucky leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his face inched closer to Jake’s.

“Now tell me everything you know about the mines.”

Jake’s eyebrows raised. “Oh? Those old things? Yeah, Peach and I used to make out in the-“

Bucky waved his hand again as he closed his eyes, unable to look at Jake for another second. “No. Skip that part. What else?” He quickly said, dismissively.

“I know they’re old? Like crazy old and probably prone to collapse at this point. But Pe- I mean, your Honeybee does some occasional civil engineering contracting work. She could probably easily whip up a plan to reinforce them.”

Bucky looked at Jake more intently. He liked the way Jake said his Honeybee, but he couldn’t let that distract him right now. And anyway, you were very much your own person. Far from his. If anything, he was yours. He knew about all your business endeavors, but not those kinds of specifics. “Keep talking.”

“Yeah, I kept up with her after school-well, more like I asked my mom to keep up with her. Apparently she’s like, designed bridges for town and stuff. Why? What’s going on with the mines?”

“That’s not technically your business.” Bucky stood there, debating on his next move.

Jake’s eyes lit up as he gasped loudly. “Oh my gosh. Is she in trouble!? Did she get hurt in a mine!?”

Bucky slapped his hand over Jake’s mouth and whisper yelled at him. “What did I say about keeping it down?”

Jake winced and whispered back. “Sorry. Does Curtis know?”

Bucky nodded. “Yes. And he’s upstairs sleeping. Don’t. Poke. The Bear.”

Jake nodded again. He was being so compliant, Bucky figured he could let a few more details slip. Maybe Jake was a little smarter than Bucky gave him credit for. “She’s trapped in one of the smaller caves. I’ve already got a construction crew digging her out.”

“Wait wait wait. You guys have a proper plan for this, right? You’ve gotta put supports in first and then calculate the load-bearing rocks. You can’t just go willy-nilly digging or it could get worse.” Man, based off that language, Bucky had no doubt Jake truly did grow up around you.

“Good observation, Jakey. That’s where you come in. I know I could’ve just called you if I wanted to know what you told Cole, but I needed you in person to know how serious I am. Grab your little computer and we’ll get going so you can run the calculations while Honeybee talks you through them. You can still ride a horse, right?”

Jake moved to get up, only to be stopped by the restraints. Bucky turned around from the door, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Oh, that’s right, my bad. I’ll get you untied and then we can go.”

Sam was talking with you about where to put which construction vehicles when he heard hooves make their way to the entrance. Bucky dismounted the back of a horse holding a laptop, followed by Jake who was riding ahead of him on that same horse.

“Not a word of this, Samuel.” Bucky growled lowly into Sam’s ear with clenched teeth. “I’ve already threatened the kid with the same.”

Bucky still had no idea how to ride a horse on his own, but would never admit that, so he was actually extremely grateful that Jake could take the reins. Sam had taken the other horse to get to you, leaving only one back at the house for him and Jake to use.

Bucky handed Jake the laptop and patted him on the back harshly, making it more of a shove. This led him to the small hole where you and Sam had just been talking.

Bucky followed at a quicker pace, reaching the area just before Jake could and held his arm out in front of the blond to bar him from going any farther. “Hi Honey, it’s me. I brought you a little present to help out, I hope you’re not mad. It’s your old friend Jacob from high school. Say hi.”

“Jake? Like… Jensen?” You responded, trying to look through the small hole unsuccessfully.

“Yeah, Peach, it’s me. I’m here to get you out. A-and Mr. Barnes wants you to know he’s been nothing but kind to me.” Jake clutched his laptop firmly to his chest, leaning over to be heard better through the small opening.

Bucky gave a stern nod to Jake for already responding well to his coaching on the way over here. Jake sat down by the hole where Bucky had sat before and got to work.

“Okay, Bee. Like I told you before, you say the word and I’ll be here in a minute. You can time me.”

“Where are you going?” He could hear the slight worry in your voice.

“To run a farm. And by that, I mean listen to Curtis.”

You giggled. “Okay, Bucket. See you soon.”

He looked back and smiled before turning towards Sam and pointing into his chest. “You tell me the second she’s close to getting out. I’ll be there.”

Sam nodded. “Sure thing, boss. Need help getting back up on your horse?”

Bucky was already turned away and heading back to your house. He waved a hand dismissively. “No. I’m walking.”

Sam chuckled as he watched the mob boss trudge away. He knew something had shifted in Bucky’s feelings. And he definitely had his suspicions that Bucky couldn’t ride a horse.

When Bucky returned to your house, he didn’t go upstairs. He feared the creaking of the steps would wake Decks, Curtis, and Steve. Plus, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep. Why would he when there was so much to do to help you? He would just get in the way at the mines, so he went into your office. He pulled out the files and article you had planned to show him the previous night regarding Cole from the kitchen, and as he sat down in your chair, he saw a contract with a familiar watermark. Shit.

Fuck. Shit. Bitch.

The letterhead was from ‘Turners Farm Corporation,’ which he had expected, but the associated law firm was ‘Hansen & Co.’ Bucky had his fair share of law firms in his back pocket, but this was not one of them. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Lloyd Hansen was something of Bucky’s rival in the city. He was an unhinged lunatic. Where Bucky ran things with honor, poise, and calculated movements, Lloyd was messy, unpredictable, and reckless. He’d been trying to make multiple steps into Bucky’s territory, geographically and business-wise, but Bucky had done a decent job at shutting it down thus far.

And now Cole was in cahoots with Lloyd, well, not him directly on paper, just his bitch-ass sister who ran the firm. Bucky couldn’t believe-well, actually he could. He could believe that Cole would have teamed up with Hansen to build enough power for a takeover, especially considering it didn’t add up if Cole was making these moves on his own.

Fired by frustration that more than supplemented the sleep Bucky lacked from not just tonight, but this whole week, he snapped a picture of the contract and sent it to Sam. Sam would make sure it made its way through the right channels and contacts still back in the city. For now, Bucky had a more important priority than personally dealing with business: You. He had never been so grateful for Sam.

As he skimmed through the final page of the contract Cole had proposed to you, the first rooster crowed. Bucky got up to gather the eggs and make breakfast like any other day in the routine he’d grown so familiar with over just the past two weeks. But instead of cooking for you, he was cooking for the small army that came to your aid.

Curtis came barreling down the steps first, followed by Decks, and then eventually, Steve, who slumped and slinked down the stairs, reminiscent of Bucky’s first day doing the same. At least they were able to get themselves up.

Bucky plated their food, Curtis eyeing him with a small smile that Bucky failed to notice, and he sat down in his normal spot to start eating. He honestly didn’t have the appetite to do so, but he knew he’d crash without food since he already wasn’t sleeping, so he forced it down, preparing to go over the assignments with everyone once again.

Steve would be doing what Bucky had last week to set up the farmer’s market since it was scheduled to go again. Decks would be taking over the tasks you had, feeding the animals, and then doing sales with Bucky since people already knew his face. No need to raise more suspicion by introducing two new people to an event you were usually at.

Once everyone cleared their plates, they got to work, doing everything they could to be of assistance for the mob boss who was very evidently on edge.

It was early afternoon when Bucky got a call from Sam. He immediately picked it up.

“We’re close, boss. Only a couple more large boulders to go before there’s a big enough gap to pull her through.”

Bucky dropped the empty crates he was carrying onto the floor of the storage shed where he was returning them from the farmers market. Lucky for him, the storage shed was much closer to the mines than the barn.

Bucky was full-on sprinting in a way no one had ever seen. He never had to once he rose to power. All he did was walk, his long strides alone commanded enough respect. But this wasn’t about pride. It was about you.

He arrived at the mine entrance, breathing heavily, just as Sam was holding your hand, helping you step over a pile of sand and pebbles. Jake stood awkwardly to the side as you looked up from your feet to see Bucky quickly moving toward you. A smile took over your face and you sighed in relief. He scooped you up and spun you around before setting you down again and using his large hands to frame your face. Bucky didn’t care about the dirt and grime that had built up on the two of you. All he cared about was your safe return to his arms.

You watched as his eyes darted between yours and down to your lips. You wouldn’t hold back anymore. He had put all his resources into saving you, helping you. Without wasting another second, you leaned up on your toes and smashed your lips into his. When you pulled back, Bucky lost consciousness, collapsing in your arms.

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Birthday post!

A/N: well, well happy birthday!👀🎂 our beloved man of desire is 42 today! For this occasion I wanted to write something a bit different-a snippet for each character (okay, not all of them, maybe I’ll post more but I didn’t manage more😵‍💫🤣)

Inspired by this post and a conversation with @jamneuromain who also wrote the Curtis and Lloyd part!!! Give this amazing person some love!!

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-> how the CE would react misunderstanding the word “creampuff” or just asks them to get her some 😋

Steve Rogers

Steve didn’t know a lot of modern terms and slang-so he learned everything from you. Also some dirty talk and words you’d rather use in the bedroom than public. Which also meant he now learned what a creampie was. At first he had been a bit confused when you asked him to give you a creampie in the middle of sex.

“Wait-do you want me to stop and get you one? Now?”, he had asked confusedly, stopping moving right before you could reach your peak. “No-Steve-a creampie, not a pie”, he still seemed confused and that’s when you realised he had no idea what you were talking about. So you explained to him what it was.

“Oh…you want me to come…in you?”

From then on he definitely loved creampies. So much, he always looked up whenever you only said the word cream itself. It was funny. Really. You loved teasing him by using the words. Sometimes in public, sometimes at home.

But he knew when you did it to tease him, he could hear it in your tone.

You both were sitting on the couch, watching the when an ad come up. It was some trailer for a movie but the only thing you actually looked at was the baked goods they were eating. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. “Oh god, I want a Creampuff”, you moaned quietly, feeling Steve immediately stand up, making you drop onto the couch with your back. “Jesus, Steve-what are you doing?”, you mumbled slowly sitting up.

Steve took of his hoodie, throwing it to the floor, leaving him in just his jeans, which he also stated opening , the belt buckle hitting the floor quickly. “You want a Creampuff”, he only said, as if you were the one doing something stupid.

“Yeah-I want a Creampuff, so why are you taking off your pants?”

He still seemed confused, slowly dropping his pants to the floor, his boxershorts already slightly tented. “Doesn’t that mean you want me to…you know, come in you?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, your laugh only getting louder at his so-called ‘perfect hurt puppy look’. “Oh Stevie, sweetheart, no…I don’t mean creampie. I mean a Creampuff…it’s something to eat, you know what I mean”

Only then did he realise his mistake, a quiet ‘oh’ escaping his lips as he sat back down. It was hilarious how hurt he looked. Like a kicked puppy. Yep, that was the man you fell in love with. Steve Rogers.

“Sorry I guess i…got a bit too excited”, he mumbled, crossing his arms. Chuckling you cuddled closer to him, kissing his cheek gently. “You’re cute. I’ll give you a blowie later, sounds good?”, you whispered sweetly into his ear, watching him blush as soon as he thought about it. Steve nodded slowly, dropping his arms around your shoulders.

“You know…I still think cream puff is the more appropriate word for... you know... that…”

Ransom Drysdale

After a coffee date in the morning you were driving through the city and as the passenger you watched the buildings and lights, noticing a bakery you mumbled something quietly to yourself.

“What was that, Sweetheart?”, Ransom asked you, watching you for a second before looking back to the road. You felt yourself blush as you sighed, knowing he would stop asking until you’d finally repeat your words.

Shrugging you tore away your gaze from the window. “I said I’m in the mood for a Creampuff”, you grinned, watching how Ransom slowly raised his eyebrows. A mischievous smile creeped on his lips. “Sure? A Creampuff? Maybe you’d rather have a creampie”, he mumbled seductively, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing gently.

A laugh escaped your lips as you took his hand, sliding your fingers between his. “You know…usually I’d probably take it but right now? I’m so in the mood for a sweet fat Creampuff”, you moaned at the thought, liking over your lips. All this time ransom watched you from the corner of his eyes, huffing quietly.

You always forgot how much attitude he could give you if he didn’t get the answer he wanted to hear.

“Oh come on, creampie or creampuff, honey?" His question made you roll your eyes, an amused expression creeping on your face. “Don’t be a baby…you know I love you, but right now I really want to eat a Creampuff”, he shook his head at your words, stopping at a red light and immediately watching you carefully.

"you'll only get one choice. Are you seriously choosing the sugar and flour over me?"

You chuckled at his behaviour, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Of course you got your Creampuff.

(And at the end of the day also a creampie.)

Jake Jensen

You were sitting in a little coffee shop with Jake, watching the naked goods there were putting up on display since you were a bit early. “Omg Jake look, look”, you whispered excitedly, noticing your favourite Cream Puffs.

Jake was playing on his phone so he didn’t notice what you were talking about but he nodded anyway. “I’ll get what you get, just need to finish this game and then I’m all yours-” “I want a Creampuff”, as soon as you said that he put down his phone looking up at you, quickly enough for his glasses to slide down from his nose a bit.

“Here? Now? Well…I’m sure they have a bathroom but-“ “What are you talking about???” You shook your head, watching as he stood up and grabbed your hand, wanting to pull you up.

“You said you wanted a creampie”, he whispered nodding with his head to the direction of the toilets, making you only shake your head more. “A creamPUFF. Idiot. A creampuff. To eat. Food. Not creampie. We’re in a café”, you face palmed, sighing loudly.

“Oh…then I guess I’ll get you the Creampuff”, Jake sounded like a kid that had their candies taken from them as he slowly walked to the counter with his shoulders slumped.

He was such an idiot sometimes.

But he was your idiot.

Johnny Storm

Johnny was sitting in front of the tv, watching a baking show-even though he never baked. You weren’t sure if he knew how to turn in the oven, if you had to be honest.

While you were preparing some simple meal for lunch you also listened to the show, hearing something that made your mouth immediately water. Creampuffs. That’d be amazing for dessert.

“Johnny, food’s ready,” you called out, placing the plates on the table. When he quickly came to you, kissing your cheeks and grinning brightly you couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling. He was such a sweet guy. Sometimes. He could also be really annoying.

“They baked wedding cakes-but in my opinion they were all ugly-just so boring, we’d have one with flames everywhere, right?” You chuckle at his overthinking over something that was happening anytime soon.

“Johnny, for one you proposed last week. Two…how do you think a cake can be in flames without burning down?” “…fake flames?”, you shook your head, a grin creeping on your lips. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

He nodded happily and took his first bite.

After finishing your meal Johnny took the dirty dishes to wash them, while you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection. “You know what I’m in the mood for…”

Even without needing to see him you knew he’d smirk at your words, even though you weren’t talking about anything that would make him happy…at least not in that way.

“A Creampuff.” You mumbled it into his back, sighing happily.

He immediately lifted his head, looking at you over his shoulder. “Like-right now? I’m a bit busy you know…but you can take off your clothes and just wait for me in the bedroom-“ “Jonny I didn’t say creampie. I meant a Creampuff”

He grumbled something then. “Then…I guess we can get some…but after I wanna give you a creampie.” You could hear the happy smirk in his voice as he was probably already thinking about the latter.

Ari Levinson

Ari planned a little trip for you two for the weekend so after you had packed your clothes and everything needed, you were already on your way to a cabin he had booked.

But while driving a weird craving overcomes you. You hadn’t rated those things in a long time but…for some reason you couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet taste for the past thirty minutes.

Sighing you looked at Ari from the side. "I want some cream puffs", you whined, grabbing his arm since he had his hand placed on your thigh. Chuckling Ari shook his head slowly.

“Sweetheart, we're not approaching the nearest town in an hour. We don’t have creampuffs”, he grunted amused, the corners of his lifting slightly. At this point of your relationship he was pretty used to you having random and sudden craving for the most ridiculous food, something you've never eaten before.

Pouting you furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms. “can't a girl have her dream? A Creampuff would be really nice…”, you sighed sadly.

Ari brushed one of his longer hairs behind his ear, smirking to himself as he watched the road, "well your dream is not going to be satisfied, unless..."

As soon as he started coming up with an idea you sat up straight, grinning brightly at him, "are we going to change route? Would you do that for-“ "UNLESS you change your dream cream puff into creampie. That I can do."

You immediately swatted his arms, huffing in annoyance. “You’re an idiot.”

“But you didn’t say no.”

Lloyd Hansen

You had been trapped in this semi-bunker-castle for ten hours. While Lloyd was perfectly happy - or angry yelling at his men to organize and regroup from their failed attempt at catching a rogue agent, you had spent the past five hours exploring this castle, this bunker, whatever this was, from top to bottom, even coming up with a map in your head of each and every room. You were bored. And all this walking had made you a bit hungry.

And what could be better satisfying your stomach than something sweet and soft? A cream puff? Or a box of them?

Lloyd, on the other hand, tends to ignore all the protests coming from his body when he gets busy. It was two in the afternoon and he hadn't had a single thing to eat since four this morning.

You squeezed through the tech guys and operatives, maneuvering yourself in the War Room, where Lloyd set up a temporary command station and hadn't left since five this morning, and tugged the corner of his shirt.

"What, bunny?" He gestured to the ops team to get out of the room, and lean by the edge of the glass table, crossing his arms, "is my bunny bored?"

You shook your head before nodding hesitantly, your lips making a cute little pout, "want creampuffs."

" 'm sorry?" Lloyd smiled smugly, curling two fingers to signal his bodyguards to enter the room, but his eyes still laser-focused on you.

"Creampuffs." You whined, "can I please have creampuffs?"

Lloyd extended his arms to pull you close, his mustache twitched, dragging the corner of his lips into a bigger smile while he worked through his belt buckle and grinded you on his hard bulge. "You’re not getting any creampuffs, bunny. You’re getting a creampie, now take off your clothes."

Your hands reached the back of your pink fluffy dress instinctively. You were about to pull the zipper down when you realized - "But Lloyd, there's still other people around." You whispered in embarrassment, cheeks flushed, lowering your hand slowly away from your zipper.

"Then those people can watch how I fuck you, filling you up like a little creampuff, hmm?" Lloyd licked your earlobe, his wet hot breath ghosting the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Lloyd-" You whimpered, but he had already taken things under his control and yanked the back of your dress, tearing it wide open.

He took all your breath with a searing kiss, before covering your ears with his large palm and shouting to his men, who had been standing in silence ever since they came in this room, "Are you FUCKING DEAF? She wants CREAMPUFFS. What are you morons waiting for? A direction to the best bakery in town??"

Cole Turner

You’ve been with Cole for six months now-which was to him a very long time. Most of his relationships didn’t last a month and you were now getting closer to seven than just six. Which made him happy like a kid that got two cookies instead of one.

He was a sweetheart. Always making sure you got what you wanted and that you were satisfied-sometimes he could be annoying, too. Incredibly even. He was very clingy, which could be exhausting when you needed some space.

But he’d do anything for you, so you accepted his little flaws, just like he accepted yours. Even though it could be annoying sometimes to him, too.

“Cole, do we have something sweet? I need something sweet to my coffee”, you grumbled, looking through all your cabinets. The last two weeks Cole had spent at your place and without needing to ask the question you both knew he was slowly moving in.

Smiling he walked into the kitchen taking some cookies out of a cabinet you hadn’t looked though yet.

Sighing you took the package, squinting your eyes slightly. You liked them but…it’s not what you were in the mood for…

“Do we have anything else?”, you asked, putting away the cookies and furrowing your eyebrows slightly, which Cole did too, then. “Anything else? I think there’s still some cake left in the fridge-” “no I don’t want that”, you huffed, crossing your arms.

Normally you weren’t this moody but you were supposed to get your period any second now, which made you a bit more cranky than normally.

Cole stepped closer to you, taking your hands in his and kissing them. “What is it that you want, Cupcake?”, he asked gently, making you a bit more mad about how nice he was even though you were in such a bad mood and were so unfriendly. “Nothing”, you grunted, making him roll his eyes, yet there was still a smile on his lips.

“Come on…I can tell you have something on your mind..”

And he was right, of course, but there was no bakery close by so you couldn’t really ask him for what you really wanted.

“It’s just…I watched a stupid show and they had cream puffs and…I haven’t eaten them in so long…”, you mumbled into his chest when he hugged you, kissing your head. Cole was always a very touchy person, which you got used to.

Cole raised his eyebrows slowly looking down at you. “…cream puffs? That’s what this is about? You could’ve just said it, Cupcake…I’ll get you a whole box if you want that”, he kissed your lips quickly, already grabbing his car keys and not giving you any time to process what just happened.

And so in less than forty minutes you had your Creampuff, a coffee and great cuddles. Cole definitely was the one.

Curtis Everett

Curtis was woken up by you.

You turned and turned in bed. Curling in his arms and rolling to the edge of the bed in the next second.

Oh you want cream puffs so badly.

The cravings in the night was keeping you awake and hungry at 3 am.

CREAM PUFFS!

You buried your face in the pillow and willed yourself to sleep. But as soon as you started counting sheeps, the fluffy white balls of wool jumping the fence quickly became fluffy white balls of whipped cream, jumping from the mixer bowl to the imaginary crunchy crust.

CREAM PUFFS!!

You kicked the heavy duvet impatiently. Earning a disturbed noise from your man lying next to you.

“Baby, what're you doing up?” Curtis grunted, voice groggy from sleep. He squinted his eyes looking at the bedside phone. "3 am?!"

You rolled back into his arms, inhaling the musky cologne that soaked through his shirt.

“I want some cream puffs.”

More so, the little bump in your belly wanted them too.

You were four months along. And all the cravings were driving you crazy.

"It's 3 in the morning, babygirl. where the hell am I supposed to find cream puffs for you?"

Just to be sure of the time, Curtis flipped on the light by the bed and double-checked the time again. His mind still in a sleepy haze, but he clearly knew it was impossible to get you what you asked for.

"Maybe later then, 8 or 9, I'm going to the bakery." You mumbled, "I didn't want you to find ... I just suddenly want some… I can live without it. Now go back to sleep."

Curtis sighed loudly, opening one eye with difficulty, trying to stop his eye rolling to the back of his head because of how sleepy he was: "Now now, spill it out. I know creampuffs can't be the only thing you crave."

"Oh!" You came up with answers to his questions immediately, your stomach groaning for how delicious this sounded, snapping you from tiredness, "and those butter biscuits with chocolate chips... a big tall cup of strawberry milkshake … Oh oh oh! And fries!”

“Fries??!! How do fries make sense there??? I thought you wanted baked goods???”

"Well, I wanted baked goods," you peered at his unreadable expressions with the dim light, bumping his abdomen with your baby bump, "this little one wanted fries. And ice cream." You added hastily.

Curtis tucked your head under his chin, sounding unconvinced, "let me guess, he wants the milkshake too?"

"He needs something to go down with the food." You put out a lame excuse.

"That little…" Curtis swallowed whatever curse he was about to say, a long sigh and - he got out of the bed.

"Wait, where are you going?" You called as he was heading out, "Come back to bed."

Curtis grumbled some more.

"I'm damn well not letting my woman and my kid get starved."

Curtis spent the next half an hour in the kitchen, mixing batters and baking your favorites. When everything was ready, he went back to the bedroom to call you.

Only to find you asleep.

Curtis banged his head on the bedroom door frame lightly. At least, he thought to himself, that you were having a good sleep. He turned to the kitchen and put everything to chill in the fridge.

The second he went back to bed, you crawl instinctively into his arms and sniffed.

Suddenly all hyped up.

"Is that butter and chocolate I just smell on you?" Even in the dark, he knew your eyes beamed and glittered like the stars in the sky.

"Yes." He sighed, getting up again already, "you want to have some now?"

You were more enthusiastic than a hamster on a hamster wheel, scrambling up to wait for his cooking.

Curtis brought in a tray, with a glass of strawberry milkshake, a small plate of cookies and a few cream puffs, along with some fries and a small orb of ice cream.

"Eat. And go to sleep." He grunted, sitting beside you, squinting his eyes while stifling a big yawn.

Your lips trembled. Quiet sniffings. Curtis saw your eyes filled with tears instantly.

"I'm sorry babygirl." He welcomed you with his broad shoulders and warm embrace. Kissings landed on your forehead. "Sorry baby, just eat and we can cuddle and sleep. Didn't mean for it to sound that harsh."

"I … it's just … you stayed up to cook … and I fell asleep … and I feel so sorry for waking you up … and the whipped cream in cream puffs. It's been whipped so it must have hurt…"

Your sobs made absolutely no sense. But Curtis hummed and patted you on your back, calming you down.

"You'll have a little bit of everything, and then we cuddle and sleep, alright?" He wiped your tears away with the back of his hand, asking for your opinion.

The sadness came and the sadness went. It's only pregnancy hormones. Curtis got used to them by now.

You nodded, with tears staining your cheek and a small smile on your lips, pointing at the creampuffs, "Ah-"

Kyle

He knew he’d get in trouble. He had know it as soon as the idea came into his mind-but he’d do anything for you. Having listened to you talk about creampuffs made him want to make you happy with a simple gesture.

But he hadn’t expected it’d cost him more than just one period. He shouldn’t be skipping classes since he wanted to graduate as good as possible, but what could he do when the bakery was baking fresh Creampuffs while he walked into the bakery? So he had decided to wait not expecting how long it’d take.

But in the end he knew you’d be happy so he decided to sacrifice himself and skip his three first periods-at least he’d be perfect on time for your lunch break.

Then you’d finally get those creampuffs.

After the cashier packed it in a pretty pink box-with a pretty bow-he quickly went back to his school, even though he knew this was probably a stupid idea. Well….anyway…

Walking into the school he hid the box in his locker, just in time for a teacher to call out his name noticing he wasn’t in class. “Shouldn’t you be in class-“ “yes, but…I didn’t feel so good, so…but I’m on my way back-” “young man, are you lying to your teacher?”

He felt himself blush, smiling apologetic. There was no way out of this.

After a talk with the teacher and even the principal he got detention. Just then did the bell rang so he walked to the table you usually sat at-before that he quickly stopped at his locker taking the cream puff box.

“Kyle! There you are”, you sighed in relief not having seen him all morning. “Where the hell have you been? Someone said you skipped classes-you know you can’t do this now. If you want to go to the same college you have to-” “I got you these”, he interrupted you pulling out the box and putting it in front of you.

You furrowed your eyebrows looking back at him. “Creampuffs?!”, you grinned opening the lid. “That’s why you skipped your first period? You didn’t have to do that Honey”, you smiled warmly.

Kyle smiled slightly embarrassed, shrugging. “Yeah…and second, and third. Mostly because they run out of creampuffs and have to bake a new batch…I just wanted to make you happy. You’re working so hard on your grades, you deserve something sweet”, he kissed your cheeks, while sitting down next to you.

“You’re a treasure, kyle. Here, have one too”, you smiled taking one for yourself and one for him. “If you wanna thank me I’d have something else in mind…how about a nice…creampie”

“Kyle! I told you I won’t have sex without a condom!”, you swatted his arm, making him laugh out loud. “Was worth a try.”

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chris evans and characters

fluff ☆ nsfw ☙ series in progress •

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[holylulusworld]

Her puppy

Summary: You meet a clingy but sweet guy.

Pairing: Cole Turner x fem!Reader

Warnings: clingy Cole, implied smut, fluff

Catch up here: Puppy

“That’s a nice restaurant. Right? Uh-did you like the food? Do you want more wine? Maybe you’d like to have another dessert?”

“Cole, relax. I need you to take a deep breath,” you softly say, and pat his hand. It’s your third date and he’s a nervous wreck. You know that his other girlfriends called him clingy and a little obsessed.

Well, he definitely is a clingy puppy and needs a lot of reassurance. Cole seems to be always afraid of losing you, and your attention.

“I just want to make sure you are enjoying yourself,” he sheepishly admits. “Third dates are important. We have shared and learned enough about each other so much over the last weeks. You know about my family and stuff.” He scratches his beard. “Shit, I think I talked too much.”

“I enjoy your company,” you squeeze his hand this time. “The food was great too, and I’m not much of a drinker. And,” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “I had hoped you’d walk me home again.”

His eyes light up at your words. “Really…I mean…uh…of course. I’d love to let you feel the power of the land again.” Cole grins and grabs your hand. “You are already addicted to me, huh? I knew you’d fall for the farmer.”

You chuckle at his eagerness and his corny pick-up lines. “I want to be sober for when you try to break my bed again. Maybe you can let the farmer out again.”

“Hmm…I could get used to this,” Cole murmurs as you are fast asleep on his chest. He holds you a little tighter when you mumble his name. “Maybe we can get a house, and you can work from home while I take care of the farm. I could finally finish that book I’m writing.”

“The one about farming, empires, and agriculture?” You lift your head from his chest. “I’d like to read it.” You yawn. “It sounds boring like hell, but I’d read it for you.”

“It is…no…I mean…” He chuckles. “It’s lame for someone not interested in agriculture and such. But I want to finish it so badly.”

“It’s ambitious of you to write a book. And very cool,” you lie back down and snuggle in his chest. “Now sleep a little. Maybe I want to feel the power of the land in the morning again.”

He grins sheepishly. “I’d love to be at your service in the morning too ma’am.”

“Morning,” you yawn and rub your tired eyes. After ending up pressed against the shower wall by your new boyfriend you finally made it into the kitchen. “When did you have the time to cook?”

You watch Cole flip a pancake. “I thought you’d be hungry after our morning activity and wanted to have breakfast with you.

He hopefully looks in your direction and you sigh. “Cole, we need to talk.”

“Shit…I fucked things up again,” he sniffles. “I was too clingy…or maybe you hate having breakfast or sex in the showers.”

“Please listen to me for a second,” you gently grab his hand to force him to listen to you. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know I did,” he says. “They always start with it’s not you, it’s me or crap.”

“Cole, I like you…a lot,” shushing him you try to stop him from doubting himself once again. “The sex was great, and I love that you made us breakfast. I want to be with you. Okay. I don’t want to break up with you. Just…I need you to calm down and stop fearing I’ll break up with you every second. You are missing out on so many great things if you do.”

You stand on tiptoes and grab his face to kiss him. “Now, drop that spatula, and help me ruin the kitchen island.”

“I—what?” Cole tries to process all the things you said.

“Sex, on the kitchen island, Cole.”

“Oh…OH…sex!” He smirks. “You want to have sex again? I mean…we just…uh…”

“Baby, I can tell, if you want to be my boyfriend, you will work overtime. And with you, I mean your perfect dick,” you pucker your lips as you push him toward the kitchen island.

“You’re naughty,” he cups your face to kiss you deeply. “I love it.”

“If you stop overthinking things, Cole,” you cup his crotch, “a relationship can be so much more fun.”

“It can,” he purrs, and easily lifts you to place you on the kitchen island. “Maybe I should always keep you in my bed to make sure you’re satisfied all the time.”

“What if,” you fist his shirt to bring him closer to your body and wrap your legs around his waistline, “you’d have a place for some clothes in my closet. You could bring a toothbrush and stuff too.”

He smiles widely, and his heart beats out of his chest. “I’d love that.”

“Good. It’s settled then.” You mirror his smile. “Now…let’s ruin this kitchen island…”

Puppy gets it all

#cole turner #cole turner x reader #cole turner x y/n #cole turner x female reader #Her puppy #cole turner x you

[paperweight91]

Merry Christmas Baby, You Sure Been Good to Me

Pairing: Cole Turner x reader (Bug)

Warnings: Smut, 18+ minors DNI, fluff

W/C: 1812

A/N: so these two got a hold on me, and what was supposed to be a short little Drabble turned into this. I love them, they must always be happy! Feedback and reblogs are kindly requested!

You looked around the living room, admiring your hard work. Cole was busy helping his parents with something to do with the farm, and you? Well you had taken the opportunity to turn Cole’s little guest house into a winter wonderland.

You were slightly anxious, unsure of how he would take your surprise. Things had changed a lot since that night a couple weeks ago. You felt heat zip through your body as you thought back to the long, passion filled night.

You were surprised at the ease the change from best-friends to couple had been. But maybe that was why the two of had always had such hard times in relationships with others. A part of you had always belonged to Cole Turner, and you were starting to suspect he felt the same.

You turned back to the kitchen, the hot cocoa staying warm on the stove. You peeked around, there was nothing left to do but wait for Cole to come back.

A thought occurred to you suddenly, there was one more thing you could do before Cole got back. You raced to his bedroom where you had tucked away your surprise for tonight. Opening his closet, you reached to the very back to find the neatly hidden bag. You pulled the contents free, pleased, but also slightly nervous about your choice. You desperately hoped Cole would like it.

Checking your phone you saw a couple new messages from Cole: ‘why did I agree to do this?!😭😱’ followed by, ‘almost done Bug 😘’ you smiled at his messages. Butterflies gathering in your stomach. If Cole said he was almost done then you had to get a move on if you wanted to finish your surprise. You stripped out of your casual clothes and started to pull on your gift for Cole. A candy cane striped lingerie set, with garters and thigh-high red stockings. Checking your make up in his ensuite mirror, you were pleased with the look. You slipped a cute red dress over top. Nothing fancy, but definitely cute. Just as you were about to slip your heels on, you heard Cole coming through the front door.

“Bug? Did you do all this?” There was wonder and awe in his voice as he took in the way you had decorated his kitchen and living room.

You stepped into the kitchen to see him twisting around to try and see everything you had added in his absence. Although he looked happy with your touches, you were still nervous that it was too much. Too much of you. You twisted your fingers and looked up at him through your lashes, “you like it? You’re sure?” Your voice was small, barely louder than a whisper.

Cole crossed the room, picking you up and spinning you, “Are you kidding me? This place has never felt as homey as it does right now.” He set you down on the counter, finally taking in your appearance. A confused look crossed his face and he blanched. “Do we-Did I forget?”

You giggled at Cole’s worry. “No! We didn’t have anything planned today. I just wanted to look good for you when you came home. Do you like it?” You grew bashful when you asked your question. You were eager for Cole to approve of all the things you wanted to do. Not only for him, but with him.

Cole cupped your face, thumbs soothing over your cheeks. “You’re beautiful Bug. It’s all beautiful. I love how you take care of me, everything you do.” He leaned forward and left a sweet kiss on your lips.

You sighed. This is what all your other relationships had been missing. The two of you cuddled in each others embrace for a few moments. Enjoying the company and security you offered each other.

Cole ducked in to kiss you again, slow and sweet. “I just want to go shower quickly. You wanna cuddle on the couch and watch a movie with me?”

You beamed at Cole’s thoughtfulness, his pureness. “Sure. I’ll turn the cocoa off so it doesn’t burn.” He stepped back and helped you off the counter. Taking another look around the house, and you before jogging away to the bedroom. “I won’t be long!” He shouted in his retreat.

Knowing Cole was going to race through his shower you quickly put the rest of your plan in motion. Deciding to turn the cocoa off first, as you two could definitely enjoy that later, but not if it was burnt. You then raced into the living room and began arranging a makeshift ‘bed’ on the floor in front of his fireplace. Placing the throw blankets and pillows just so. You wanted it to be perfect when he came back. Just as you heard the water turn off from the other room, you laid yourself down. Trying to arrange yourself in a sexy, yet comfortable position.

You decided on a position on your side with your head resting on your hand. Just as you finally settled, Cole marched into the room. “What is this?” He breathed.

His hair was still wet from the shower, and he was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt. He looked perfect to you. “Come lay down.” You said and smiled coyly.

Cole smiled and came to lay on his side across from you. He trailed his hand up your thigh, when he reached the hem of your dress he kept going before stopping in shock. “Are those-are you wearing?” His hand gripped your thigh a little tighter and his breathing grew ragged. His voice dropped an octave as he said his next words. “Maybe you should lose the dress bug.”

You rubbed your thighs together at his words, enjoying the way Cole’s eye roamed your body. The way his hands seemed to want to touch you everywhere. You rolled onto your front to display the zipper in the back. “You want to help me?” You grinned over your shoulder at his eager nod.

Cole straddled your thighs and slowly brought his hands up. Stopping to fondle your ass briefly before continuing up to where the zipper started at the middle of your back. He slowly dragged it down, wanting to savour the moment. When he got the first look at your bra underneath, he gave a small chuckle. “Look at these, did you buy this just for me?” His voice was filled with wonder. He got up to allow you room to scoot your dress off.

You heard Cole groan as your full set was revealed. “Look at you all dressed up just for me.” He pushed you back down to laying on your stomach with a gentle hand in the middle of your back. “Just lay there Bug, be a good girl for me.” You shivered at Cole’s words.

He started by trailing kisses down your back, his hands following close behind. He swiftly undid your bra, but did remove it. Then he started to firmly massage your back, causing you to let out a low groan. He worked each muscle until you were loose and floaty beneath him. When he got to your ass, he delicately slid your panties down your legs, leaving the garter and thigh-highs on. “I almost want to take a picture to keep this moment forever.” He murmured into your skin before biting into your right buttcheek.

You giggled at his words. “Maybe next time Cole, right now I just need you.”

At your proclamation Cole hitched your hips up and dove into your slit. You moaned wantonly at his eager reaction. He nosed at your entrance while he suckled on your clit. His hands coming up to hold your hips in place. He pulled away only to push a finger into your leaking hole. “How long you been thinking about me, huh Bug? Cause I’ve been wanting you forever.” You moaned at his words, too strung out from the pleasure to respond.

Cole dove back in and began tonguing at your clit. He eased a second finger in beside the first and groaned as your walls clenched around him. You could hear the squelching sound of his fingers fucking you, but couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed in the moment. Your orgasm struck you out of nowhere and had you clenching and moaning Cole’s name over and over again.

He eased you through your climax murmuring sweet nothings to you. He pulled his fingers free and rolled you into your front, smiling at your blissed out expression. “My beautiful Bug.” He pulled your bra free and made quick work of his own clothes. Cole stretched his body out over yours, nuzzling his face into your neck, “I’m so happy I’m yours.” With that he thrust into you in one motion.

You gripped around his shoulder tightly, not wanting him to go far. He pulled himself from your neck to give you pecks and open mouthed kisses along your jaw. You brought your legs up, and locked them around his waist, and the two of you rocked together. The motions already like second nature to you both. When your lips finally met you poured all of your love for Cole into it.

He pulled away after a few moments to stare into your eyes, while he continued to lazily thrust into you. “What did I do to deserve you huh? You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You smiled bashfully up at him through your lashes. “I love you Cole, always have, and I always will.”

He sucked in a breath your confession, his hips stilling. He breathed your name, “I love you so much, let me show you.” At that his thrusts became more feral, like your confession has awakened something inside him that could not be contained. He braced his weight with his left hand, while his right dropped down to play with your clit once more. You moaned and whined, gripping his shoulders so tight, you were sure you would leave bruises.

Soon you were chanting his name like a prayer, before your jaw dropped open in a silent scream as your climax ripped through you. Cole grunted as your walls clenched him tightly before reaching his own climax and collapsing on top of you.

You smiled into his neck, “so you like the lingerie, or…” Cole snorted and you both dissolved into fits of laughter. He rolled you both until he was on his back, and pulled one of the throws you had laid out over you both.

Stroking your hair, with a broad smile on his face Cole looked down at you, “Thank you for all of this. Everything. But I think this means I have to get you a way better Christmas gift.”

You snuggled into Cole and sighed. Finally feeling content.

*****

These two are giving me all the good feels and I love it!

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Taglists are OPEN

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[our-marvel-universe]

Playing The Long Game

Pairing: Soft!Dark Cole Turner x Reader \

WC: 408

Summary: You and Cole are roommates…but could you be more?

A/N: orginally this was going to be fluff but then I watched Ghosted and I realized I had to make it a little dark cause Cole is a creep.

Written for @the-slumberparty Bingo challenge This checks off Night out and roommates!

You stumble through the door, your roommate Cole right on your heels.

“Whoa be careful” Cole says as he catches you by the arm. You tripped in your drunken attempt to take off your shoes. Leaning against him you pout your lip and give him your saddest eyes 

“Help please” you beg.

With a laugh Cole walks you over to your couch and sits you down. Placing your legs in his lap he starts to gently take off your shoes, once he’s got them off he begins to give you a nice foot rub while you turn on the TV and queue up your show. 

He tries to focus on the task at hand and not on the fact that your already short dress is riding up allowing him to see even more of you. He averts his eyes and turns instead to look at the TV trying to focus on the show rather than… No. Nope. He’s not going to think about it.

You fall asleep before the episode even ends so Cole decides it’s time for bed. He helps you clean your makeup off and then gives you some pajamas. He waits while you change and use the bathroom. You're still pretty drunk so he sets up a bucket by your bed, just in case, even though he’s sure you won’t need it. You stumble in and throw everything off your bed, but before you can climb in you grab Cole’s hand and pull him towards you. Then you give him what is easily the best kiss of his life. It’s over before he knows it and you're climbing into bed waving at him like it’s just any other night. 

“Night handsome see you tomorrow” you sing before turning out the light and going to sleep. 

Cole stands there stunned, unsure what to do. In a daze he walks out your room closing the door behind him.

Cole’s dad always says ‘drunk words are sober thoughts’… and if that’s true it means his plan is working. He goes into his room and pulls out the ring he got for you. He had it custom made for you about a month or two after you moved in. After things went off the rails with Sadie he decided to take his sisters advice, he’s playing the long game with you. After all he doesn’t care how long he has to wait since you're going to be his forever.

Thanks for reading 💛 Don't forget to reblog and even leave a comment if you're feeling frisky!

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Alright!  Votes are in!  I’m ranking the best of the best of Chris’ characters based off hair 😂😂

I think this has more to do with the titties and tan, but I digress...

it’s the fluff and wedding band isn’t it?

It’s the suit, huh?  Men look better in uniform.

We have a tie.  Mr. Needs a Bath Right NOW and

The cutest of all Chris characters!

I’m upset the brooding angel is so low....

Apparently people don’t like talking on payphones, and accurate fingering...

Well, there you have it.  The best Chris characters based solely on hair.  Have a good day...

Honorable mention is Cole Turner because @annislittleshopofhorrors​ will accept nothing less

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𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒐’𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈!

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:

I will be writing smut, fluff, comfort, and angst. I'm not experienced with writing as much as other writers are, so don't expect the best.

No sa or rape of any sort because we don't tolerate that.

No piss/shit/fart kinks ya dirty fucks.

No pedophilia. Age gaps only can consist of five years apart in my story's when 18+

No human servitude.

I write for any sexuality and any gender.

I do write drabbles and hcs.

I don't write agere/little space on this blog, I'll set up another blog for that!!

I don't care how old you are I can't stop you from reading my stuff 😕🙏🏻

Requests are open!!

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 & 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Ron Anderson

Enid Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne Grimes

(Bonus: I might write for others too. Maybe Shane idk.)

The End Of The Fucking World:

Alyssa Foley

James (last name unknown)

Heartstopper:

Charlie Spring

Nick Nelson

Tao Xu

Elle Argent

Darcy Olsson

Tara Jones

Sahar Zahid

Issac Henderson

13 Reasons Why:

Clay Jenson

Hannah Baker

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Jessica Davis

IT:

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Beverly Marsh

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlon

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Belch Huggins

The Flash (IMDb):

Berry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Regulas Black

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Henry Creel

Eleven

Eddie Munson

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Twilight:

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Esme Cullen

Thirteen:

Tracy Freeland

Evie Zamora

Mason Freeland

Melanie Freeland

Anne With An E:

Gilbert Blythe

Anne Shirley

Dianna Berry

Cole Mackenzie

Jerry Baynard

The Goldfinch:

Theodore Decker (older and younger)

Boris Pavlikovsky (older and younger)

The Turning:

Miles Fairchild

Kate Mandell

Flora Fairchild (NO SMUT)

When You Finish Saving The World:

Ziggy Katz

Lila

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Cordelia Goode

Fiona Goode

Jimmy Darling

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Austin Sommers

Mr. Gallant

Edward Mott

Rory Monahan

Shameless:

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Carl Gallagher

I Believe In Unicorns:

Davina

Sterling

Tokio Hotel:

Bill Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz

Georg Listing

Gustav Schäfer

Slashers/Halloween movies characters:

Max Dennison

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sydney Prescott

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Kruger

Michael Myers

Jason Dean

Patrick Bateman

Brahms Heelshire

BONUS singers/actors/youtubers:

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Jake Webber

Albert (flamingo)

The Sturniolo Triplets

Finn Wolfhard

Noah Schnapp

And finally... ALEX TURNER 😋😋 (he's so husband material)

!!PLEASE USE THIS RESPECTFULLY AND WISELY!!

#who i write for #carl grimes x reader #kyle spencer #james patrick march #kit walker x reader #tate langdon x reader #twd daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x you #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #negan smith #negan smut #negan x reader #twd negan #my rules #please read #please reblog

[saberlight1]

— who i write for

disclaimer: most of my stories are fem!reader, but i will write gender neutral, just let me know. i write angst, fluff, and smut. i am a bisexual female, so i will write about both female and male characters. i am mostly comfortable with writing anything, so don’t be afraid to send in whatever you’d like. my inbox is always open for anything, you can write your thoughts on characters, shows or movies, or my works! much love!

masterlist

supernatural —

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

the hunger games —

peeta mellark

finnick odair

katniss everdeen

coriolanus snow

lucy gray baird

tigris snow

johanna mason

billy the kid —

billy bonney

jesse evans

harry potter —

remus lupin

sirius black

ron weasley

luna lovegood

dean thomas

james potter

lily potter

hermione granger

bellatrix lestrange

blaise zabini

harry potter

tom riddle

regulus black

draco malfoy

yellow jackets —

lottie matthews

natalie scatorccio

taissa turner

shauna shipman

van palmer

travis martinez

jackie taylor

red dead redemption —

arthur morgan

sadie adler

john marston

charles smith

karen jones

star wars —

anakin skywalker

padme amidala skywalker

ahsoka tano

luke skywalker

leia organa skywalker

the last of us —

ellie williams

joel miller

tess servopoulos

dina phantasmagoria

jesse jeon

wwe —

seth rollins

roman reigns

sasha banks

dean ambrose

lita

jeff hardy

the walking dead —

maggie rhee

rick grimes

daryl dixon

shane walsh

michonne grimes

glenn rhee

carl grimes

rosita espinosa

negan smith

tara chambers

king ezekiel

sasha williams

magna

marvel —

wanda maximoff

pietro maximoff

natasha romanoff

yelena belova

bucky barnes

tony stark

scott lang

steve rogers

frank castle

bruce banner

ava ‘ghost’ starr

loki laufeyson

king valkyrie

sam wilson

marc spector

steven grant

layla abdallah el-faouly

matt murdock

miles morales

miguel o’hara

hobie brown

carol danvers

peter parker

gamora zen titan

peggy carter

king t’challa

game of thrones / house of the dragon —

daemon targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

laena velaryon

jon snow

harwin strong

alicent hightower

sansa stark

helaena targaryen

criston cole

jacaerys velaryon

daenerys targaryen

euphoria —

rue bennett

jules vaughn

elliot hill

lexi howard

fezco o’neill

maddy perez

chris mckay

daisy jones and the six —

daisy jones

warren rhodes

graham dunne

eddie loving

camila dunne

karen sirko

outer banks —

jj maybank

john b routledge

kiara carrera

pope heyward

sarah cameron

cleo grant

shameless —

carl gallagher

fiona gallagher

lip gallagher

veronica fisher

kevin balls

svetlana yevgenivna

adding more soon!

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bestie for your bingo challange could you write wedding + cole turner? with him being very excited and happy to finally marry his girlfriend 👉🏻👈🏻

Hi Bestie! Hope you'll enjoy this <333

Breathe In

Cole Turner x You (Reader)

Warning: Fluff, Wedding

W/C: 1.1k

Summary: Cole was marrying you and he feared that things won't go as planned ... or would they?

A/N: My second entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty.

“For the 11th time today, everything will be alright.” Todd sighed heavily as he gripped Cole firmly on the shoulder, “Stop shaking, you look as if you are about to pass out.”

Cole’s face was pale as chalk. He fidgeted his center, sweating again on his forehead, his breath shallow and rushed. “Did you have the ring with you?” He asked Todd for the 12th time today.

“Right here in my palm, bro.” Todd showed Cole his left fist. A black velvety box was seated in his hand. “Calm down. She’s about to walk through that door any minute and we can’t have you sweat through your suit.”

“Thanks, man.”

“Don’t mention it.” Todd pursed his lips, having an idea quickly spinning in his head, “Though if anyone asks, I call dibs on Lyla. I’m asking her out tonight.”

“The bridesmaid?”

“Hey, it only makes sense.” Todd grins, winking at Cole, “I’m the best man, after all.”

Cole understood that Todd was joking about it to help him feel more at ease. He’s truly grateful to have his best friend by his side during the biggest event of his life.

Todd shoved Cole on the shoulder, and Cole knew that was the signal of the bride entering.

The murmuring guest behind them dialed down to a halt. Followed by rustling noises of friends and family getting up from their chairs to watch you walk down the aisle with you mother.

You, the bride.

You must be wonderful today.

“Breathe, Cole. Don’t suffocate yourself.” Todd spoke from the corner of his mouth, looking at the church gate.

Breathe. Right.

Cole held his breath for a few seconds, before slowly breathing through his nose.

With the corner of his eyes, Cole saw that the wedding band started playing the song Bridal Chorus.

Cole closed his eyes. He tried to imagine you in a white gown, approaching him with your mother by your side. But his brain failed him, failing to present a picture of you in white, since both your parents forbade you to see each other before the wedding. Not to mention your wedding dress.

However, his brain did provide a picture of his asthma acting up. Also the picture of turning to take your hand but tripping one foot with another. And also the picture of him forgetting his wedding vows. And also-

Todd cleared his throat, pulling Cole’s wandering thoughts back to reality.

“Cole,” He heard your mother, turning on his steady feet.

You look … amazing.

His breath hitched in his throat.

The thin lace veil did nothing to cover up your beauty. It made you dreamier. Like a fairy fallen from the sky. Covered in snow. The long skirt dredging around your feet, leaving a train behind your back. And the bouquet in your hands, delicate yellow roses with lavender. The tiniest bit of color that made you come to life.

As if, with a single breath, he would wake up from this beautiful dream.

“Hi.” You whispered; a shy smile crept up your lips.

“Hi.” Almost breathless. Cole felt like out of air, like his asthma was about to attack-

“Take care of her for me, Cole.” Your mother choked out. Tears gathered and threatened to spill from her eyes. A tough woman who once told you to keep a straight face to every obstacle in life, on the verge of crying at your wedding.

You blinked your eyes to make the tears go away.

“I will, Ma’am.” Cole shook your mother’s hand with a firm grip, nearly tearing up too, “I will take care of your daughter.”

Your mother handed you to him, before heading back to her seat.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God to join together this man and this woman…”

The priest’s words fell on deaf ears. All Cole could feel was your fingers interlaced with his, your smile, your twinkling eyes, and the beautiful wedding dress.

He probably shouldn’t, but he whispered, “You look stunning.”

“You look handsome too.” A small chuckle escaped your lips, squeezing his hand.

You were lost in each other’s gaze.

“Ahem, vows.” Todd cleared his throat.

Cole thought Todd was going to have bronchitis by the end of the wedding if he keeps clearing his throat. “Yes, vows.” Cole hastily pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, however, with only a few seconds of thought, put the paper back where it came from.

He could barely contain the smile on his face. To be honest, he wasn’t making any effort for it either. Watching you in front of him, he didn’t need any encouragement, or subject to any wedding jitters. You were all that he needed.

“I uh- prepared a whole speech about how I am grateful for having you in my life.” Cole took a deep breath, as the guests hummed or smiled, “But seeing you, no words could describe my feelings and my luck, as I know, that I am going to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love.”

A few sniffs came from the front row. No doubt it was your mother dabbing her tears with a handkerchief.

“You’re the most beautiful, smart, and kind-hearted person that I have ever met in my life. And it’s an honor, to ask you to spend the rest of your life with me.” Cole continues, pouring his emotions into his vows, “I promise I’ll do all the heavy-lifting-” The crowd burst into laughter. “-and try my best not to do anything annoying in your dreams.” Another fit of laughter. “I’ll cuddle you before bed and when we wake up in the morning, that is, if I can get up before you do.”

“Oh, Cole,” you were blinking so hard, temporarily let go of his hand to fan yourself. The effort you made trying not to let tears ruin your make-up and your eyeliner left your face warm, and kept heating up, as Cole went on his list of promises.

“I had in my mind to say that I’ll promise never to make you cry, but I’m already failing at that.” Cole teased you as a trail of tears fell from the corner of your eyes, “However, I promise I’ll try to make them happy tears. Even though your mother will hate me for whatever tears that you spill.”

Your instinct was to cover your mouth when you chuckle. Though you were reminded of the thin veil between your face and your hand.

“Y/N, you have been the best thing that happened to my life.” With a deep breath, the three important words rolled off his tongue, “I love you.”

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been weird since that night at the bar, but will a taste of danger at the farm bring him back to his senses?

Word count: 5,468

Content/warnings: Avoidance/masking of feelings, consumption and mention of alcohol, mutual pining, omg Cole is such a jerk, use of pet names, use of y/n, a little angst especially at the end, mentions of bullying, vulnerability

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There was a lot I wanted to include, and so much that made it in here that I hadn’t even intended originally. Happy reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The rest of the weekend had been generally uneventful. You worked on the books and finances for the farm while Curtis did chores on Saturday and hung out with a book of your own on Sunday.

Bucky had become scarce. You had hardly seen him since Friday night besides mealtimes. Other than that, he was in his room, outside on the gravel talking to Steve over the phone, or shadowing Curtis to relearn how to do the tasks a sixth time.

You admired his work ethic and dedication to your agreement, but couldn’t help but feel that he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Was he angry? To be honest, your memory seemed pretty clear. The last thing you remember was being grateful that he was there to help you get rid of Cole, and then waking up in bed to medicine and a glass of water on your nightstand. Not much could’ve happened in that small gap, right?

Wrong. Bucky had been consumed by the thought of you since that night. Every moment he went back to it, the nerves in his fingers burned all the way up to his shoulders with the thought of your touch. His gut felt tingly in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a young boy daunted with the task of rising to power in his organization.

Was he nervous? No. Bucky Barnes doesn’t get nervous. He just gets pensive. When things seem like they’re getting out of his hands, he takes a step back to make a plan, then muscles his way through until he gets what he wants. He was used to using that same strategy to tamper down every emotion he felt except pride, and was well-practiced at that, so why did it all come crumbling from the simple act of you on his arm? Or was it the fact that he wished you taking his hat and putting it on your head could hold actual meaning? As soon as he identified his feelings, he called Steve.

“Whaddup, Buck? Not much has changed around here since last night, so I assume something has changed on your end?”

Bucky sighed. Why did he call in the first place? The last thing he wanted to do was acknowledge this… ~feeling~ by doing it the dignity of speaking it out loud. That made it real. “Um, no, not really. Just wanted to check in. I’ve got the day off.”

Steve paused on the other side of the line. “Okay….are you sure about that? Because you don’t seem very sure about that. Was everything okay at the bar? You didn’t get into a fight, did you?”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth turned up and he sighed in relief. “Oh, no, yeah, I’m sure. And I definitely did not get in a fight last night, some guy came up and was hitting on Y/N while I was out on the phone with you, so she wanted to head out right after.”

Bucky was satisfied with his well-formulated response until his best friend spoke up again. “Ah, so this is about your feelings for her, right? You were jealous?”

Bucky froze. “Pshhh….uh, no. Definitely not. She was very obviously not interested in him so we left.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Bucky could hear the deadpan in Steve’s voice. “I don’t care whether she was interested in him or not, I care about how her talking to some handsome stranger made you feel.”

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. “Steven, I’m going to be honest with you and I do not want you to say a word of this to anyone, or else.”

Steve poorly hid a smile in his voice. “Okay, Bucket. Floor is yours.”

“First of all, he was not that handsome. Based off her reaction, he was probably a scumbag in a Carhartt jacket that has never seen a day of actual work, but that’s besides the point….Yes…. Seeing her talking to that guy, and talking to her about her ex made me feel…things, but that wasn’t all of it….” The next words came out as a mumble. “She put my hat on her head and her head on my shoulder when I drove her home….andiwisheditwasreal.”

Steve was full-blown laughing now, so much was going on in that statement. Since when did Bucky care about work clothes and people’s worthiness of them? At least he was being honest. “Sorry Buck, missed that last part. Care to repeat?”

“Oh you know exactly what I said.” He spat back.

“Okay, okay. So what are you gonna do about it then? You’ve still got three more weeks out there. From what I can see, you’ve got a few opti-“

“Nothing.” Bucky cut him off. “I’m going to do nothing. I can’t play into her charm anymore. I’m just going to stay away and put my head down and-“

“Bucky stop. Slow down.” Steve cut him off in return to stop the spiral. “Your solution to everything can’t be to ice it out until freezes and shatters. Let’s look at this for a second. You care for her, so why can’t you stay friends? You obviously get along well, and I’m not just saying this from a personal standpoint, I’m saying this from a business standpoint. She very evidently knows how to deal with people and looking at the books, her finances are exceptional considering it’s a relatively small farm operation.”

“Okay, first off, of course I can ice her out. I need to show who’s in charge and this has worked with other associates before. And second off, what are you seeing in her finances?” Bucky huffed.

“Buck, she could buy your house. Somehow she’s invested so well that she doesn’t need our business deal, but she took it anyway. Makes me wonder why. Someone doing something like that doesn’t deserve ice, maybe you should try a little sweetness. I mean, I know you think everyone’s a sucker for that tough exterior of yours.” Steve’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “But you know what they say: you catch more bees with honey…. However, that sting on your face shows you can catch a bee just by standing there, so I’m not sure how fair that analogy is.” Steve let out a hearty chuckle at his own joke as a scowl crawled onto Bucky’s face.

“Ha ha ha, very funny, but we’re doing this my way. I’ll figure it out. I just have to last three more weeks.”

Steve sighed and replied with evident disappointment and a hint of frustration in his voice. “Okay, whatever you say, you’re the boss. I’ll call you later with a new update, Bucket.”

Bucky rolled his eyes in response. “Ugh, why do I still tell you everything when you use it against me like this?”

“That’s platonic love, my friend. Someone’s gotta hold you accountable and know you won’t punch them in the face for it.” And with that, Steve hung up and left Bucky looking up at the clear, blue sky.

Although Steve’s words and accusations stuck in his head, Bucky decided he wanted to muscle through this deal on his own. All he really needed to do was stay away from you and put in the work, and that would make it easier, right? He would simply do what he came here to do, nothing more, nothing less. If only Bucky could hear Steve’s grumble “why does he even tell me about this stuff if he won’t even take my advice?” that was said after every phone call.

You woke up to the first rooster crow on Monday morning. By the time you had gotten dressed and walked down the creaky stairs, you saw your breakfast plate made and sitting on the counter and a mug of coffee that had already cooled down to a more than drinkable temperature.

You peeked in the dishwasher to see a set of dishes had already been placed in there. Bucky must’ve already eaten and gone out for the day. He probably wanted to get a jump start on his work. At least he knew what he was doing.

The real reason he was up and going already that you hadn’t known? He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned all night thinking about what Steve had said and honestly, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Couldn’t bring himself to mess up more in your presence and be saved and comforted by your seemingly bottomless grace. The solution was to do the work in pensive silence, as far from you as possible, so he could mess up and fix it on his own without the thought of your kind, yet penetrating, gaze. He was getting too close for comfort. The only solution was to pull away.

This continued for the next three days. Wake up before you. Make breakfast. Get a jump start on chores. Mess up on chores (as you secretly watched from the tractor, or the hay loft). Fix the mistakes. Carry on with his head down. Come home. Make dinner. Trap himself in his room. Go to bed. Start again.

Some notable moments that you’d caught unbeknownst to him: Bucky’s galoshes getting stuck in the mud of the pig pen, followed by him having to step out of the still-stuck boots, continue to walk to pour the feed in the trough while losing both socks as well, then returning to dig out the boots. At least half a dozen goat head-butts while trying to grab the babies to take them to the separate feeding area. The mommas were not happy with Bucky’s insistence on taking their kids, and they showed him by knocking him repeatedly into the white-painted fences. Bucky responded with an oof and him rubbing the affected area, returning a glower to the seemingly now unbothered mothers. Bucky losing sheep, but not knowing how to command your dog to corral them, thus having to run and herd them himself, surprisingly more efficiently each time it happened, you might add.

You were proud of Bucky for his work ethic. If he had put half this effort into his business dealings, you could see how he rose to the top so quickly. He wasn’t the only one who did research on whom they were dealing with.

He was stubborn and wanted things right, but didn’t let a lack of perfection stop him from completing the tasks. However, at some point, it looked like he was beating himself up. Like he was self-punishing for something you couldn’t quite identify, so you called Curtis to help at the farm so you could figure it out. Come Thursday afternoon, you handed off your chores to him and went back to the house early in hopes of catching Bucky. You were half way through dinner when the front door opened, the mud-covered mob boss in well-fitting farm clothes crossing the threshold.

You looked him up and down, doing your best to hold in a laugh at the disheveled appearance. “Well howdy. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Figured you’ve been working so hard, it’s my turn to help you out some.”

Bucky was taken aback by seeing you in the kitchen, not only had he purposely been avoiding you and planned to get in the house before you even considered dinner, but you just looked so relaxed. Something about that stoked an ember in him he’d tried hard to snuff out. You were wearing a t-shirt and your hair was pulled up off your shoulders, almost like any other day, but your features didn’t have their usual determined focus. They were at ease, which was in total juxtaposition with Bucky’s swirl of anxiousness rising in his gut.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. “Um, I thought you were still out in the field. Saw the tractor turning the hay over.” He swallowed thickly.

You leaned to peek around him. “Ah, yes. That’s Curtis. Called him in today to help me finish up so you and I could talk about a few things. Go ahead and wash up. By the time you’re done, this should all be ready.”

All he could do was nod in response as he slowly made his way up the steps, mind racing with everything you could possibly say. Did you know how he felt? Did he do something wrong? Were you going to cut the deal? He could only hope the warm water would wash his worries away, along with the mud.

Bucky came back down to a homey aroma that wrapped him in comfort. That much was consistent every time he saw you. Your existence provided him a blanket of relief, despite the way he knew he should still be holding onto anticipation for what you might say. You were sitting at the head of the table flanked by Curtis, the both of you reading though some papers.

“Hey, Bucket, just in time.” Curtis greeted him, as Bucky took the seat across from him at the table, flanking your other side. You all started to dig into the food as you set the papers down on the table for Bucky to read them. It was a headline that read: TURNing the Tables: The Road to an Empire.

“What is this?” He looked up from his plate and directly into your eyes for the first time in days.

“Well, we haven’t gotten to talk about this yet, but remember that guy who we ran away from at the bar? This is him.” Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together, he knew the look of disdain on your face made sense, but still felt like he was missing something.

Curtis cleared his throat after taking a sip of tea and spoke up. “Forgot you didn’t grow up with us. Allow me to explain.” He looked to your eyes and you nodded in approval of his continuance. “In school, I was a few years older than Y/N here. Back then, there were a bunch of farmers around town, each with their own little niche, and a lotta nice farm kids who were in our classes. Except Cole. He grew up a little awkward kid, but once he hit puberty, he became the cockiest thing in town. Didn’t even care to know those other kids anymore, just bullied them. It didn’t help that it was around the same time his parents started buying out all the other small farms here, turning their small dairy operation into a much larger-scale distributor. Little too big for their britches, if you ask me.” Curtis mumbled that last part as he rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, but still harbored some confusion in how this all tied together. “So why was it crazy to run into him at the bar if he’s from around here? And what’s the deal with him making you so uncomfortable. Like, I get it, he’s a prick, but you were running out of there. You hardly budged for me, so there’s no way he can be that intimidating to you.”

Curtis’s eyes narrowed slightly and his brows furrowed at that statement, but he let it go for now. He swallowed down another bite of food and looked at you again. Your mouth was slightly agape, debating the best way to move forward. “I didn’t look like this in high school, or throughout any schooling for that matter, so he didn’t recognize me when we ran into each other at the bar. Frankly, I hardly recognized him. And come to think of it, he didn’t even ask my name Friday night, so that goes to show what a trash bag he really is. But this is a good thing, because I think we’d be in a way bigger mess if he did remember me. It’s a long story, and I think we’ll have to go back even farther.” You took a sip of your water before setting down your silverware and leaning forward on your elbows on the table.

“Like Curtis said, Cole didn’t get along with anyone, especially Jake. In school he’d constantly push him around, so Curtis would come to his defense, even though I probably could’ve taken Cole myself.” You let out a small airy chuckle and Curtis smiled back at you, shaking his head. “But anyway, after every time Cole started a fight and Curtis finished it, he’d look at me with this big, almost mischievous grin. So honestly, I’m glad I didn’t play into getting close to him by personally defending Jake.”

Bucky continued nodding along. You seemed so unproblematic. Why were you in the middle of this? “So he didn’t recognize you at the bar, and again, he’s from around here. What’s the big deal?”

You sighed, having to explain more small-town politics to Bucky, who very evidently didn’t understand the delicate nature of places outside the city. “He’s not really from around here anymore. His farm still is, but it’s one of many now. After school, he went to get some fancy business degree from who knows where. What I’m truly concerned about is what he said to me at the bar. He’s here to squash the one thing Curtis and I, and frankly this town, have left.” Curtis rubbed your shoulder reassuringly and you rubbed your eyes in frustration. Bucky felt that same pang in his lower stomach again, seeing how close you and Curtis were and how that dumb little milk man had you this upset. You looked at Curtis gratefully and continued.

“My mom’s brother and Curtis’s dad’s sister used to run this farm back when Cole still lived here. When they passed, they left it to us, but Curtis’s dad also left the shop, which is why I mostly run things around here. But the thing is, anyone who hasn’t been to town since back then, doesn’t know that. The last name tied to this farm doesn’t apply to either of us.” Oh, so you and Curtis were second cousins? Explains a lot. Bucky hated himself that all he could think was ‘one more man who’s close to you he can check off as not being a threat.’ He really needed to get himself in check. Once he pushed those thoughts back down is when everything finally clicked.

Cole was back in town. He had a history with you. He’s got a bad track record in general. He said he wanted to squash competition. You were that competition. He didn’t know you were that competition. You had no idea where to go from here.

Before Bucky could open his mouth for his next round of clarification questions, there was a knock on the door. The three of you were so enthralled in conversation that no one heard the wheels crunching through the gravel in the driveway. You exchanged glances with the men on either side of you. A random visitor out here wasn’t too out of the ordinary, considering how much the community depended on you, but the conversation topic had you on edge. It was for good reason, because as you opened the door, leaving the screen in place, you were met with a face that had started to haunt your dreams these past few days: Cole.

He was wearing that sickening smile again, looking down at you. “Hiya, Peach. It’s been a minute.” You crossed your arms and looked at the man standing on your porch, a plastic smile glued to your face.

Bucky and Curtis shuffled behind you. Curtis shoved the papers and articles at Bucky to take somewhere else so Cole wouldn’t see them, while he made his way to your shoulder, his large stature holding every intention to intimidate Cole.

“Ah yes, your guard dog Curtis, great to see ya, buddy.” Curtis gave a death glare of acknowledgement, stance unyielding.

“Sorry I didn’t recognize you at the bar, you’ve all changed so much, including your pal, Jakey. He’s the one who so kindly told me my family missed this farm while we were on the rise. As soon as mom and pop gave me the reins, I knew I had to stop over, didn’t realize you were the one running things now.” You did your best to keep your face level.

“So what can I help you with, Cole? Are you lost? Need directions on a map? I’m a whiz at that. Happy to print one out for you.”

If it was even possible, his troubling smirk became wider. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I’d love to talk business. Maybe over dinner? Smells delicious.”

You scrunched your nose, keeping the fake smile on your face. “Unfortunately, it’s all gone. Maybe next time. How about you and me mosey over to the office. It’s been too long. I’ve got some mints in there. Maybe those can tide you over.”

“Too long, indeed.” He ignored the rest of your statement, but Bucky didn’t. He’d never heard you say something that rude before. Someone like Cole might have been none the wiser, but those were loaded words that he knew you said with intention. How could he blame you, though. The man in the fake work clothes had invited himself in unannounced. Not even Bucky did that to you. The same couldn’t be said for his actions with other associates, but one thing he knew was that you were deserving of all the respect in the world. Respect Cole was not giving you. Cole nodded to the two men and followed you down the hall, not bothering to take off his shoes and add them to the files of boots by the door. Another mark in Bucky’s mind. You closed the door you’d held open behind him after giving a wide-eyed look to your two confidants whose eyes followed the whole thing.

Bucky scrambled to clean up the dinner plates and pack away the leftovers. It was smart of you to not offer Cole anything. He didn’t need any reason to stick around longer than you wanted him to. Bucky knew a thing or two about business dealings with enemies, and he was usually much cooler than this, but the fact he could tell you were freaking out, freaked him out.

He still hadn’t dealt with his emotions for you, and your earnestness not even half an hour ago had made it worse. So he did what he always does when he’s not sure and needs a wall to talk at: he called Steve.

Steve picked up in a surprisingly good mood. “Hey Buck, what can I do ya for.”

“I need to you gather everything you can on Cole Turner.” He frantically spat out. Steve grew serious to mirror his best friend’s tone. “And…” Bucky lowered his phone for a second and looked at Curtis. “What’s Jake’s last name.”

Curtis looked at him skeptically. “Jenson. Jacob Jensen.” Bucky nodded his head in thanks and lifted the phone back up to his ear.

“Did you get that?…Yeah, put our best guys on it. Ok, call me later tonight when you know. Doesn’t matter the time. Bye.”

Bucky lowered the phone and looked at Curtis who had just finished wiping down the counters. Curtis had his arms crossed and was leaned up against the kitchen island, opposite Bucky. “So you wanna tell me who exactly you are? Why you’ve got people who you can seemingly throw commands at for immediate attention? And why you care so much about this little farm that you’re only working at for a month?”

Bucky sighed and put his hands on the counter, pushing his body away from it, hinged at the hips, and hanging his head in between his arms. He stood up and quickly looked at Curtis straight in the eyes. “I think you know. I think you know the answers to all those questions, but I think you should also know, I care enough to be on your side.”

Curtis leaned in towards Bucky, his frame shadowing the mob boss’s in the evening light. For the first time in awhile, Bucky was intimidated. He knew how much Curtis cared for you, and he knew how hard he’d be pummeled if he messed up, whether Bucky used his combat training or not. He mustered up as much confidence as he could to rebuild his demeanor to face your Cousin. “You know I care, and I think all that matters is that I’m using my resources to make sure your cousin’s farm is okay and stays in her hands. You know I’m here to do business, but this is bigger than me and I see that now. I’m someone with power, and not unearned power like that prick in the other room. So I’m someone who uses that power in your best interest. That’s all you need to know right now.”

Curtis nodded in acceptance of Bucky’s answer. He could respect that logic, and the way Bucky held his cards close to his chest, because at the end of the day, at the core of Bucky’s motivations was your well-being. No matter how much he thought he could put a veil over it, Curtis saw through.

“Well, Bucky, I won’t doubt you then, but you better hold true and honest, for your own sake and for hers. And I hope to hear more of your other ‘business ventures’ later down the road, but for now, I think our girl needs us.” Bucky nodded along in agreement.

“I don’t think there’s much else I can do right now while I wait for that intel to get back. You got anything?”

Curtis grinned and gave a small shrug. “I can think of one thing. Go up in that top cabinet above the fridge. We’ve got a bottle of the good stuff. She’s gonna need it once we can get the slime ball to slide outta here.”

Bucky’s shoulder’s bounced with a small laugh as he pulled down the bottle. “Let’s get cracking then.”

It was another half hour before Cole emerged from your office and looked cockily at the two men chatting in your kitchen. You followed closely behind, doing your best to subtly corral him out of the house.

“I hope you’ll consider my offer. Actually, I know you will. Over dinner next time.” He smirked back at you over his shoulder. You escorted him out the door as politely as you could, draining your last bit of energy. You closed and locked the front door, which rarely was so, and peeked through the window until he was gone.

You turned around to look at the two of them as your shoulders slumped. You dragged your feet over to the island where Curtis and Bucky were leaning leisurely, grateful Curtis knew exactly what you needed as he slid the filled shot glass toward you.

You grabbed it and threw it back, slamming it back down on the butcher block counter top as Curtis moved to refill it. “How many do I have to catch up on?”

“Only two.” Curtis replied as he slid the shot glass back over to you again.

“Let’s make it three.” You choked out after you attempted to swallow down the burn of the second shot.

“Bucket, can you please make us some water bottles? I’ve gotta get out of this house. We’re going for a walk.”

“Yeah, okay, Honey. Only on the condition that you put my boots on me for the walk. My hammies are sore from being your little chore boy.” He replied as he reached into the cabinet to grab the bottles.

He smiled to himself when he heard your giggle. He’d normally never complain that openly and ridiculously, but you gave him the reaction he was hoping for. Anything to make sure the life wasn’t totally sucked out of you by Cole.

“Your negotiations are no good here. You put your own boots on and take your own boots off unless you’re married. My house, my rules. But tell ya what, I’ll let you have another shot of this small-batch bourbon with me and Curty boi. That’s more than payment enough.” You winked at him as he handed you the water bottle. The three of you taking the last shot and heading out the door, making your way towards the back of the property.

It was an easy walk through level fields, just long. The three of you fell into easy conversation about anything other than Cole, insisting you’d debrief them tomorrow, so the conversation mainly consisted of teasing Curtis about the new girl and her truck he had to fix last week. The comfortable silences otherwise were filled with the sound of the crickets chirping. You found comfort in the caress of the warm, humid breeze that blew through as you walked towards the hills where the old mines of the property resided.

Once you reached the entrance, you turned around and faced the two large men. “Buck, you’ve been working really hard this week, so I think it’s time I showed you what you’re working toward. Figured it would be a nice change of pace for us to take a look at this tunnel tonight, and we can start scheduling some time in for us to fix up the scaffolding and supports.”

Bucky nodded, looking at you with a grin on his face while Curtis clicked on his flashlight. “I’m honestly curious to see what’s going on in there. I don’t think we’ve ventured in since we were teenagers.” His voice echoed through the mouth of the mine.

You led the way, turning on your own flashlight, scanning the dirt walls and old, wooden supports. “Yeah, it’s been awhile, but I think you could work with this, right, Bucket? This tunnel specifically doesn’t have an outlet like the connecting network in some of the others, so it would be mostly storage. You could probably send some underlings out here to help you out.”

You both laughed as Bucky walked closer to the wall, examining one of the support beams. “Yeah, I mean, I own a construction company, so that shouldn’t be a worry at all.”

That caught Curtis’s attention as he stopped to give a side glance toward Bucky. You continued on ahead unfazed as Bucky kicked the wooden beam in front of him to test its integrity. It crumbled slightly at the toe of his boot. Underwhelmed with the scale of the break, the two men made a move to step forward when they heard a rumbling, followed by the beam Bucky had kicked crashing down in front of them. Pebbles shifted and fell out of the ceiling, followed by larger rocks and before they could blink, the tunnel buckled creating a wall of sand and stone between you and them.

All Bucky could hear was your muffled scream on the other end. I’m okay, just get me out of here. He was going into panic mode, but a plan still was racing though his brain as he made every attempt to mash it together into something coherent. Through the ringing in his ears he heard Curtis yell. “We have to call the police, the fire department, someone to get her out of there. She might not be injured now, but I can’t say the same if there’s a secondary collapse. We need to do something. Now.”

Bucky grabbed him by his collar. “No. No police. It’ll ruin everything.”

Curtis put his hands up in surrender. “Okay then, what do you suppose we do, big guy?”

Bucky paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail with worry. “Gimme a second. I’m figuring it out.” He stopped in his tracks. “Who all knows about the mines?”

“What? What does that ha-“

Bucky cut Curtis off. “Who. All. Knows?”

Curtis shook his head and shrugged. “I-I don’t know, not many people. Me and her, her college roommate, and Jake. That’s it, I think.”

Bucky rapidly reached into the pocket of his jeans and handed Curtis a card from his wallet. “This is my associate Sam. You’re going to call him and tell him those names. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

Curtis immediately pulled out his phone, trusting the judgement of his new friend. Bucky did the same, calling Steve. It was time to send backup to the farm. He could have his men out here tonight, and your friends by at least the morning, sending his private jet to retrieve them.

He needed you out of that tunnel like he needed to breathe, mostly because if he didn’t get you out of there within a day, you wouldn’t be able to.

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[eva-knits12]

Guys Night.

Trigger warning: breakup (not you and Cole), family, fluff

Summary: Your brother comes to visit, but has some sad, but shocking news.

I was in the staff room having my lunch that Cole packed for me, when my phone rings.

"Hello," I answer.

"Eva, it's Joey," says my younger brother Joey.

"My marriage, it's...it's...it's over," says a devasted Joey.

Joey worked in a doctor's office as a nurse. I was a teacher. I have a master's degree in education, a first for anyone in my family. I could have taken the job that was offered to me at a prestigious private school in the Detroit area, but I took a job in a small rural town right outside of Detroit. It didn't pay as much as that prestigious private school, but it was nice. I liked the people, I liked the staff, and I liked the parents. In fact, I made more than most of my colleagues. The principal of the school loved the fact that I had a high degree in my chosen field.

I met Cole when my car got a flat tire, making me late as I already was. Luckily, it was Monday. I had kept my car for as long as I did because it was cheap, it was reliable, and it rarely needed a repair. Cole saw me on the side of the road, trying to change the tire in my good work clothes.

"Need help ma'am?" asked a man, who was dressed ruggedly, and even looked it.

"Yes. Flat tire, and I'm running late. I have school," I say.

"Here, let me. I don't think you should ruin your nice clothes changing a tire. Grease stains are murder to get out," says Cole.

"Thanks, um, what's your name?" I ask.

"I'm Cole. Cole Turner. I live at the farm up the road," says Cole.

"I'm Eva. Eva Dromgoole. I teach at the elementary school, third grade," I respond.

"I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime," says Cole.

"I'd love that," I ask.

Cole gives me his number, and I give him mine.

"I want to properly thank you for the tire change," I ask.

"It's no problem, ma'am. Anything to help out a lady," says Cole.

My heart skips a beat. I didn't even realize that Cole was going to be my husband. With his last relationship with a government assassin, I think a relationship with a teacher was a welcome change.

Later that week, I take the kids on their field trip to the farm. I'm dressed in tennis shoes, a hoodie, and jeans. I have no makeup on, and the kids are going to learn about how plants grow and how certain plants grow things like strawberries, nuts, vegetables, and various other foods. I see Cole when we get off the bus. Plus, the students will get to plant potatoes, and we go back at the end of the year to see how they're growing.

"Well, if it isn't Eva, the tire lady," says Cole.

"Hi, Cole. Still on for Friday night?" I ask.

"Yes, I can't wait to take this lovely teacher out," says Cole.

"Ooooooooo, Miss Eva likes the farmer," says the class.

"Okay, guys. Simmer down. Let's learn about plants!" I say.

Cole proceeds to teach the kids about plants, and how we can grow food from plants.

Three years later, I look at the citrine and diamond ring on my left hand that looks like a flower. Cole proposed on my birthday, and right now, with the wedding planning, the school extending the year until Christmas Eve, and then until late June, it doesn't feel like it's a good time.

Now, my brother has just sprung his split on me. I get a call from my parents.

"Hello," I ask.

"Eva, it's dad. Did you just get a call from Joey?" my dad asks.

"Yes. all I know is that his marriage is over. I didn't ask why," I ask.

"Good," says my dad.

My dad and I talk for a while, and I go back to finishing my lunch. I shut my phone off. It can wait until I come home. I need to get back to my classroom.

"Yes, mom. I really need to get back to my classroom. The kids should be coming in from recess right now," I say.

I go back to the classroom. I finish up with my lessons, and then it's my turn to make sure that all the kids get on their bus, or get picked up. The principal helping me handle pickup, along with Jenson, the P.E. teacher. It's our job to make sure that the kids are going where they're supposed to go.

After, I turn on my phone, and check it, and there's a message.

"Eva, your mom keeps calling me, since she can't get a hold of you. Call me back, I think your parents might be coming over," says Cole. It's not Cole's normal voice, I can tell. Cole's anxiety was rising. He had no idea that my brother's impending divorce would make my mom try to get any gossip out of me. She has a knack for doing this, since my mom is a gossip. She could put an Irish mammy and a yenta to shame!

I pack up for the day, and head home. I have already graded most of the papers in class, and I graded a most of them during our 20 minute reading time. Preparing for Friday's spelling test, and math quiz was going a lot better. The kids are so eager to learn, and since a lot of them help out on their farms, they use math and science regularly.

When I don't bring home papers to grade, Cole and I are busy wedding planning. We're having the reception at a local golf course that does private events, weddings, baby showers, birthdays, anniversaries, corporate events. After I get home, Cole and I are going to see the venue, and then Cole is going to cook dinner for all of us.

Hopefully, my parents arrive on the weekend, and not today. Just as I get to my car, and put my seatbelt on, my phone rings.

"Really? Dad, it's going to be dark by the time you guys get here. Cole and I are looking at the wedding venue we picked out. Tonight isn't a good time," I say.

I call Cole, and give him an update. Cole sounds surprised.

"Alright, I know it's last minute. This could have waited until the weekend," says Cole, exasperated. I could tell, because Cole usually doesn't like to have company over at the last minute. Cole and I prefer to be told in advance so we have time to prepare the guest room, and our home office which also functions as a guest room.

Cole's parents are also coming up today, and we're all going to see the venue. That's why we planned on going out to dinner, and his parents would be spending the night with us, and then heading out in the morning.

After I arrive home, I give Cole a kiss. I change into something less business casual, and Cole is talking to my brother on his phone.

"Okay, I'll set up a room for you, but it's going to be crowded with my parents, and all," says Cole.

"Hi, baby," says Cole.

"Ready to go? My parents are dying to see the venue," says Cole.

"Let me pee, and then we'll go," I say.

I go to the bathroom, and relieve myself. I grab my purse, and Cole helps me in his truck.

I greet his parents, and then it's off to the venue.

Cole, his parents and I look at the venue. It has everything we need, so we speak with the event planner. We're busy picking out the date, when my phone rings.

It's my parents. They want to know when they can see the venue.

"I'll take you guys tomorrow. We're just speaking with the event planner, nothing is definite. I haven't even started dress shopping," I say.

As soon as we have a date in mind, I'll start wedding dress shopping. We have a lot of planning to do as is. We haven't even decided on a menu and cake right now.

Cole, his parents, and I look at the venue. It's nice, bright, and the sunlight pours in. The ball room looks exquisite.

"We're setting up for a wedding this weekend," says the even planner.

The ball room is opened up to reveal that it goes towards the courtyard, where there's an amazing garden. The even planner shows us that.

"This place was renovated two years ago. We do weddings, birthday parties, corporate events, anniversaries, christenings, graduations, etc. We even have a Mother's day brunch and a Father's Day picnic," says the even planner.

Cole, his parents, and I take a look at the photos of things.

"My husband is the manager, and he's also a photographer. We have great rates," she says.

"I love this! I'll have to show my parents. I really don't want to set a date until my parents have a chance to see it, and then we can discuss a date," I say.

Cole, his parents, and I all head back. Cole's parents settle into the guest room, and my brother has just arrived. Cole has pulled out some ribs that he's going to cook in the oven, and we're going to have some steak fries with them, along with some corn on the cob.

My brother knocks on my door, looking defeated.

"Hi, Joey," I say.

My brother collapses in my arms, in tears.

"Oh, Joey, what a bitch!" I say.

I didn't need an interpreter to understand what Joey was saying.

I start to take Joey's bag, but Cole's dad stops me.

"Here, Joey. I'll take your bag to the office. It's already set up. Now, why don't you go wash up, and join us for dinner," says Larry.

"Joey, she's the one who's missing out. Who runs out on a marriage? All for a rich doctor," says Kathy, Cole's mother.

Joey washes up. As I'm getting my sweats on, and just wanting to finish grading these papers while dinner is being ready, the doorbell rings again. It's my parents. I put them in the office, and my brother moves into our living room.

Cole is fixing dinner, and I'm just getting done grading the papers. Luckily, it's all A's and B's, and the kids are doing so well this term, I will throw them a picnic on the last full day of school. I'll even let them play after they're done turning in their textbooks and cleaning out their desks. They've earned this!

"Have you started dress shopping yet?" asks my mom.

"No, we haven't even set a date yet. I'm up to my neck grading papers, and we're coming up on the end of the year, so I still have to get the final grades in," I say.

It's the last week of school. So, the next week is just going to be the taking the final tests, then cleaning everything out.

"I'll show you guys the venue this weekend. I don't want make any final plans until you've seen it. Plus, Cole and Joey can spend a guys night together after we've shown you," I tell my parents.

When the next few days pass, Cole and I show my parents the venue. There's no weddings for the next few days, so we have a few dates in mind. Cole, both of our parents, and I will go to the venue to set the date.

Later that day, Cole takes my brother out for a guys night. They go to his favorite Mexican cantina, and then they go to a nice bar down the street to just have a nice, relaxing night with some live music.

Meanwhile, my mom and Cole's mom, start our wedding dress shopping. I have a simple, white lace gown in mind.

I actually found the dress after what seems like a few days of searching. A simple white lace gown that has a V-neck with a nice, back that doesn't put everything on display.

Cole, his parents, my parents and I have all chosen a date. Joey is okay with the date. Joey would have come with us, but he needs a guys day with Cole. Plus, I would be going wedding dress shopping after the date was chosen. I didn't want Cole to even get ideas. Isn't it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding? I'm including the wedding dress in this. I really want Cole to be surprised.

Our engagement photos will be done on the farm. The venue's manager/photographer has a child in my class, so as a teacher gift, he's doing our engagement photos. As a gift, the venue's event planner, is going to give us a huge discount as a teacher gift, seeing as how she's married to the venue's manager/photographer.

"How could she do this Cole? Wasn't I enough?" asks Joey.

"Joey, you were enough. Carly didn't see it that way. She had an affair with that oncologist that was treating her mother. While you were working and taking care of patients, she was busy doing her mother's oncologist," says Cole.

"Joey, it's for the best. She's shown you her true colors, and you believe them," says Cole.

Cole and Joey continue to drink their beers while watching the baseball game. I'm busy trying on the dress, and deciding on a bridesmaid's list. Once I have the list, I'll send my bridesmaids some ideas of bridesmaid's dresses.

I really want my bridesmaids to pick out a dress that they all like, and can all agree on.

It's only a year from now. So far, Cole and I have already booked the venue, and I picked out my wedding dress. Now, we just need to get the bridesmaids and the groomsmen in order. We also have to get wedding favors, and we also have to pick out invitations. We'll make a list, and tick off each one as it happens. So far, we've already ticked off the venue, and the wedding dress. Cole will pick out his suit.

Cole and Joey are enjoying themselves, while my future mother-in-law, my mom, and I decided to make a day out of everything. We had lunch at a nice little tea house, and I ask about bridal shower rates. They do host them, and it just seems so perfect and cozy. I want my bridal shower to be more personal and intimate. The rates are amazing, and it's cheaper than it would be if my mom and my future mother-in-law had it a big, fancy venue. There's just enough room for the girls.

Cole and Joey are having dinner at the Mexican cantina, then coming home. Joey is just worn out. My dad and my future father-in-law have joined Cole and my brother. My mom and my future mother-in-law eat dinner at a local Chinese place.

My future mother-in-law, my mom, and I all arrive home. Cole and Joey arrive home a few minutes later, my brother is completely out of it.

"Did he..." I start to ask.

"Yep, he'll have one hell of a hangover in the morning. He just needs to sleep it off," I say.

"I'll get a bucket, as a just in case," I say.

"Oh, geez. I thought his last breakup was bad," says my dad.

"Just be lucky that was an engagement," I say. I pull out some blankets, and we help my brother onto to the couch.

My dad Isn't exactly shocked by this, but my future mother-in-law is. As a devout Christian woman, she's never seen anyone drink their broken heart away.

"It's fine, Kathy. He'll feel it the morning. He just needs to feel the same way on the outside as he does on the inside," says Larry.

The night passes, and my brother wakes up feeling like he was hit by a Mack truck. He grabs the bucket and throws up until he's empty. He empties the bucket into the toilet.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh...." moans my brother. I hear him. Cole hears him.

"Here you go, buddy. Drink some of this. No cream or sugar, just black. This will help sober you up, okay," says Larry. Larry fixed the coffee and is already preparing breakfast.

"Larry, you don't have to prepare breakfast," I say. I'm showered, and I'm in my sweats. Cole is on the farm, checking on his plants.

"He's always loved his plants. He even had names for them when he was little. Also, our farm animals were all drawn to him," says Larry.

Kathy says that having a teacher in the family is such a breath of fresh air.

"Yes, I know his ex was a government assassin. Teaching is stable and it's rewarding," I say.

Cole comes in, takes off his work shirt, and washes his hands. He gives me a kiss, and he's starving.

"Smells good, dad," I say.

"OW! Why is it so bright in here?" says Joey.

"You drank a lot last night. You're hungover," I say.

"Ugh! Can you turn down the lights?" says Joey.

My parents wake up, and feel sorry for Joey.

"He's going to be sleeping this off for the rest of the day," my dad says.

My mom and my dad are sitting there, feeling helpless. Luckily, my brother doesn't have kids, so that's a plus.

Everyone gathers around our huge table, and eats breakfast. My brother only eats some sausage and some toast. He really needs to eat, so I also try to get him to eat some eggs, and some hashbrowns. My brother eats just a little bit.

"Joey, drinking your broken heart away isn't going to help," says my future mother-in-law.

"I have a niece, she's a good Christian girl," says Kathy.

"Kathy, I think my son needs to go through his divorce first, then maybe he'll consider dating at some point," says my mom.

The rest of the weekend is spent with everyone just relaxing and spending some time outside on our deck. We spend the night watching some movies. Cole and I are snuggling the entire time.

When everyone leaves, it feels like a weight has been lifted. We had no plans of everyone spending the weekend in the same place.

"Cole, I'm,.." I start to say.

"Baby, don't worry. This was going to happen," Cole says.

"Yeah, but the wedding talk was sort of crass," I say.

"There was nothing that could be done," says Cole.

"My parents and your parents wanted to see the venue, so we didn't have much of a choice. Plus, it was nice just to have a guy's day with your brother," says Cole.

"Yeah, and I got to get some things ticked off the list for the wedding," I say.

"Listen, next weekend, we just get to be lazy slobs," says Cole.

"Sounds perfect, even after the end of the year picnic," I say.

"What's even better is that we'll finally have some alone time," says Cole.

"I can't wait. The only time that we leave the bed is for eating, showering, and going to the bathroom," I say.

"Plus, we need a date night," I say.

"Mmm, I love you," says Cole.

"I love you, too, my favorite farmer," I say.

Cole kisses me lovingly and deeply. Cole picks me up, bridal style, and carries me to the bedroom. Cole and I end the weekend by making love, which is something that was needed. Cole moving inside me is beautiful, amazing, and special. Little do I know is that we conceived our twins on that afternoon.

I wake up the next morning, with a huge smile on my face. Cole has an even bigger one. Making love to the man I love, and then waking up naked in his arms is the best thing in the world.

#cole turner #ghosted #wedding #divorce #wedding planning

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ Epilogue

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 925

A/N: I'm not crying. You're crying ~ A.D.R.

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bahrain – Three Years Later 

Liv was excited.  The first race of the season was always exciting. As she slowly woke up in her favorite place, in Steve’s arms, she smiled. A sudden twist in her stomach made her bolt up and run into the bathroom.  

Steve woke to the sounds of Liv groaning from the bathroom.  He got up to check on her. “Sweetheart?” 

“I told you that chicken tasted off,” she mumbled.  Steve chuckled as he kissed her forehead.  He grabbed a towel to wipe her face.  

“Maybe you should check with medical,” he suggested. “You had that headache and the chills and now this. I’m worried doll.”  

“I’m fine Stevie. It was a cold.”  

“That was two weeks ago baby, and you are still sick.” Liv shook her head, but Steve stopped her.  “Olivia Williams-Rogers, you are going to medical, or I’ll tell Ari to bench you.”  

She narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”  

“Try me Doll.”  

They stared off for a moment before Liv huffed. “Fine. Medical.” She pouted at him as he laughed.  

“Just a checkup love. In sickness and in health, remember. I love you.” 

She smiled softly. “I love you.”  

“C’mon. Up you go.”  

Surprising news coming from the FIA.  Newly crowned champion Olivia Williams-Rogers has been pulled as a driver for the season. The only statement made was that Mrs. Williams-Rogers had made the decision with Mecedes.  One can only hope that everything is ok.  Mrs. Williams-Rogers won her first championship last year at the helm of Mercedes following a second championship by her husband Steve Rogers and her former crew chief James Barnes. Mercedes has said that their reserved driver, Cole Turner, will take her place this year.  

Olivia stalked back to the garages after meeting with Ari and FIA officials and was seething.  She walked to the Red Bull garage.  She saw Tony. “Where is my husband?” 

Tony took an involuntary step back, seeing the rage cross her face.  “Uh, he’s with Barnes and Barber in the conference room.” Liv whirled around and stalked to the conference room.  

Steve was sitting with Bucky and Andy, reviewing the new regulations, when the door flew open.  He was startled to see Olivia storm into the room and head straight for him. “Doll...” he didn’t have a chance as Liv smacked his chest. “Ow, Olivia what the hell?” 

“You did this to me!  You did!”  She kept smacking him as he tried to dodge her blows on his chest.  He wrapped his arms around her to stop her as Andy and Bucky gave her looks of concern.  “You made me go to medical and this is all your fault.” 

“Olivia, stop, right now,” Andy ordered.  She stopped, listening to her adoptive father and sagged against Steve's chest, bursting into tears.  

“Babydoll, love, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She whispered something to him, and the look of shock crossed his face before he smiled wide. “Go on, tell him, my beautiful doll.” He thumbed the tears off of her cheeks and kissed her forehead.  

Liv turned to Bucky and Andy. “I’m not racing this season.” Andy opened his mouth, but no words came out.  She smiled softly before making her way to him.  She wrapped her arms around him, and he hugged her tightly. “You’re going to make a great grandfather.”  

He pulled back. “What? Wait?” 

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Bucky whined. He tapped his left hand onto the glass table, his own platinum ring tapping the glass.  

Steve clapped his shoulder.  “Relax Uncle Bucky or I’ll call Auntie Nat to tame you.”  

Bucky looked back and forth at Steve and Olivia.  “What? No!” He could see the tears of happiness flooding his best friend's eyes.  Liv’s tears were streaming down her face as Andy cradled her head. “Livie, you’re pregnant?” 

She nodded. “We’re gonna have a baby.  And medical revoked my racing license. I’ll be changing roles for this year with Mercedes. It’s all that jerk face's fault,” pointing to Steve.  

Steve smiled wider and popped a shoulder.  “I would be upset but I’m not.”  He walked over and lifted his girl up, spinning her. “You’re having my baby.” He kissed her softly. “My baby momma.”  

Bucky hugged Steve before sweeping Liv in his arms. “Congratulations guys! How far along?” 

“Nine weeks. I talked to my mom, and she is thrilled.  I’m due in September.”  

“I gotta call my mom.” Steve looked at his wife, the now mother of his child. “You are not allowed around the cars anymore.”  

She narrowed her eyes.  “Try and stop me, Rogers.”  

“Bring it on Williams. They,” pointing to the guys, “will help me.”  

Bucky raised his hands, but Andy smiled. “Bug, he’s right.” She looked at him with rage.  “You are carrying my grandchild. I’ll talk to Ari about putting you in a safe position until you can’t travel anymore.”  

Liv looked at him and then nodded.  “Ok.”  She burst back into tears, burying her face into Steve’s chest and the look on Steve’s face was classic.  

Andy chuckled.  “Get used to it Steve. Congratulations.” 

Seven months later... 

Great news from the Mercedes and Red Bull garages! Andy Barber has announced the birth of Steve and Olivia Rogers’s twins, Davina James and Matilda Rose.  Mother and daughters are doing well.  Steve did miss last week in Singapore to be in California for the birth and is set to return in Austin. Everyone here in Formula One send their well wishes and congratulations to the Rogers family. 

THE END

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