#colin shea au

[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

LOVE TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES.

PAIRING — baker!colin shea x patisserie f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; modern au; alternate universe—bakery; rivals in love; fluff; coarse language.

SUMMARY — You have a standing rivalry with the bakery across town, but you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. And despite how much you act like it, you don’t actually hate Colin Shea.

WORD COUNT — 3.3k

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“Hey, Princess!” 

You bite back a groan, trying to ignore it, hoping against hope that you were just hearing things. 

But then you hear it again. “Over here, your highness!” 

Finally, you turn towards the sound of the voice and are met with a pair of familiar blue eyes and that infuriating grin. Colin Shea jabs a thumb in the direction of your stall, the one right next to his, as it has been every year. 

Your biggest mistake was deciding to check out the competition after hearing there was a new contender in town. You saw the name of a bakery you didn’t recognize on the list of participants in that year’s spring fling festival. 

The event? A baking contest. The prize? $5,000 in cash and publicity for your store. Despite not winning that first year, the contest shone a spotlight on your shop, Queen of Tarts, and you saw a decent boost in sales in the month following the festival. Needless to say, you resolved to compete every year since. 

Rockin’ Rolls, the new bakery that opened up across town, was exactly like you expected: lots of natural light, bare white walls, gallon-sized jars full of flour and sugar lined up on shelves painted a light minty green, and wooden display cases that looked like they were handcrafted.

It was a quaint little place, and despite the sweet smell of fresh bread wafting out from the kitchen, their displays showcased a wide selection of breads, pastries, cakes, and pies. Evidently, they sold much more than just rolls. 

The owner of said establishment, however, was not at all what you expected… and you ended up, well, checking out the competition in a whole different way. 

Frustratingly handsome, easygoing boyish charm, and a sense of humour you’d find endearing if it didn’t belong to your sworn enemy, Colin was a pain in your ass but looked damn good while he was at it. Not only could he be charming, he was a master of bread. The first day you visited his bakery, you bought a loaf of brioche that was so rich, so buttery, yet so light and airy that it almost had you in tears. 

Your pride, though, kept you from going back for more. 

Because he was also absolutely insufferable. At first, you enjoyed the dose of healthy competition, the two of you always good-natured and lighthearted about it. The rivalry soon became an all-out feud, however, as it turned out both of you were frighteningly competitive… and very sore losers. 

Soon, Colin’s laidback attitude became a source of unending irritation, while he seemed to find your background—namely your rich parents—personally offensive. You’ve engaged in a yearly bake-off ever since, both your storefront windows featuring an actual tally squeaked on with marker. The winner threw obnoxiously smug celebration parties, tagging the loser in photos and videos posted on social media. 

“Aren’t you a little old for the name-calling, Shea?” You snark, taking in his slightly tousled hair and casual attire, a dark t-shirt smeared with flour and dark jeans torn at the knees. 

“Calm down. You know it suits you,” Colin replies mockingly. “Naive and privileged heiress, out here slumming it with us peasants.” 

“Don’t you know—” you say through gritted teeth as you set up your station. The proximity of your tents has both of your staff groaning in frustration, but neither of you are phased. “—that you shouldn’t ever tell a woman to ’calm down’ unless you want to get punched in the dick?”

“Aw, sweetheart, if you wanted to touch my dick that badly, why didn’t you just say so?” He smirks as he kneads his dough, the muscles in his arms bulging nicely with the effort. It takes every last ounce of willpower not to stare at them. 

“I’d rather be set on fire,” you mutter to yourself, lying through your teeth, rolling out your own pastry dough for your tart crusts. 

“And did I ever tell you how cute that name is? Queen of Tarts, how adorable,” he pouts, pointing a flour-covered finger to the sign hanging from your tent. His voice holds a slightly mocking tone, but you’re determined to let it slide off your back. 

“Yeah, so you should be calling me ’your majesty’ instead,” you sneer. 

“You haven’t earned that title yet, Princess. And your little strawberry tarts won’t be enough to win you that prize.” 

“My tarts were famous long before you showed up, I’ll have you know.” 

“For what, being a giant disappointment? That pastry is way too thin.” 

“I know what I’m doing. I was making these with my eyes closed while you were still learning how to proof bread!” 

“The weight of your custard is gonna break those things in half before anyone can even eat it. Not to mention all that fruit you’re about to pile on top.” 

“You know,” you shake your head, rolling out the chilled dough. “Someone ought to teach you a lesson.” 

“Yeah, you think you can teach a man like me?”  Colin grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Silk sheets, candlelight… the gentle strains of Kenny G?”

“Ew, stop it.” 

“Why? Afraid you’d like it too much, rich girl?” 

“Ugh,” you groan in disgust, turning away to concentrate on your pastry. “Just you fucking wait. This is gonna be the best thing you’ve ever had, and then I’ll have you admit that you don’t know jack shit.” 

It occurs to you then that Colin has never actually had any of your pastries. All of the times you two had competed, not just in the festival, the two of you would automatically declare yourselves the winner—the rules be damned. And after the fact, while you couldn’t help but secretly partake in the loaves of freshly baked focaccia, ciabatta, and sourdough, Colin has never once touched the tarts you’ve so painstakingly made with love. 

The pastry Colin deemed too thin, you had down to a science, filled with smooth and creamy perfectly sweet custard. On top are strawberries you sliced so thin they could be arranged into the shape of a blooming flower, brushed with shiny red glaze, dusted with powdered sugar, and garnished with a few adorably tiny green leaves of apple mint. 

When you win the top prize this year, much to your satisfaction, the other staff at Rockin’ Rolls gladly grab at your famous confections, showering you with appreciative mmm’s and ahh’s. Colin, however, remains at his station, cleaning away and looking pouty as he usually did whenever you beat him at something. 

“Come now, Mr. Shea, don’t be a sore loser,” you tease, despite the fact that you were probably much worse, ignoring the way Colin noticeably bristle at the sound of your voice. You hand over a plate with a single strawberry tart placed gingerly on top of the white porcelain. “I’ll be generous and share my winning creations.” 

Generosity, sure. Deep down inside, way past the rivalry and annoyance, you held a reluctant respect for Colin. Despite his carefree attitude and sometimes crude jokes, the man is serious about yeast. He turns into a different man once he steps into the kitchen, his eyebrows knit together in concentration, all signs of the immature jokester you’ve come to know disappears. Or at least, pushed momentarily aside. 

His hands gently mold doughs into various shapes, handling them with such care that sometimes you didn’t recognize the baker in front of you. You remember that first taste of brioche, how that masterpiece had come from the heart of this giant man-child, and it was impossible not to admire Colin Shea the bread artisan. 

So, you wanted to know what he thought about what you could do. It was one thing to own a mildly successful business, but another thing entirely to share your creations with someone who knew what the whole process entailed. 

“I’m allergic, your highness,” Colin merely says, not even looking up as he wipes down his flour-dusted workstation. 

Your jaw drops. “What?” 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, don’t you also have some cleaning up to do?” Colin glances over your shoulder to bark out orders to his staff, who quickly finish the rest of your tarts before going back to their stations. They give you friendly pats on the shoulder as they pass, showering you with more compliments, just as your staff does for them, like they all do every year regardless of the outcome of the competition and despite the childish rivalry of their bosses. 

Except you can’t enjoy it this time. You take back your plate, the dessert still intact, bringing it back to your own tent where you would pick at it for the rest of the festival until it was time to go home. 

Because you know for an undisputed fact that Colin is not, in fact, allergic to strawberries. 

He’d lied to your face.

You can handle the jokes, the snide remarks, and his mocking tone… but if there was one thing you wouldn’t ever let slide, it was dishonesty.

Colin says goodnight to the last of his part-timers as they head out the door of the shop. Everyone had piled into the van and helped him reload all their supplies back into their kitchen before heading home for the day, but he stays behind long after closing time. It’s nearly midnight, but he opens the fridge and pulls out a small yellow box. 

Queen of Tarts is written in loopy pink script, a little bejeweled crown hanging off the capital T. It’s a logo Colin knows well. One of his employees had saved this for him, not knowing he had already declined your offer earlier at the festival with a bald-faced lie. 

They said it was the best strawberry tart they’d ever had, “But you knew that already, right, boss?” 

He didn’t. 

In all the years you two had competed, Colin could never bring himself to actually try one of the tarts you were so proud of. 

For the two of you, baking wasn’t just about making money. It wasn’t even always about what you made. It was about expression, about the way food, even the mere thought or smell of it, could bring out emotions and memories long buried. 

The only reason strawberries were your signature item was because your father took you strawberry picking as a child, you once shared with him. Colin found himself smiling at the mental image, of a younger you making fresh strawberry jam at the farm, sampling it with pieces of soft bread, only to be broken out of his reverie when you turned away out of embarrassment, demanding that he forget about it. 

And baking bread was a whole other beast. It required patience, love, and care. Colin insisted on kneading the dough by hand, the industrial-sized mixer at the shop often going unused. He always tells anyone who would listen that it doesn’t taste right otherwise, which is what his grandmother told him when she’d taught him everything he knows. 

Food contained histories and legacies, lessons of love carried throughout generations. To partake in a meal prepared for you by someone else, no matter how brief or how small, was incredibly intimate. 

And Colin definitely didn’t do intimate.

Every romantic encounter was fleeting and casual, the terms made abundantly clear before he ever partook. He felt no guilt when the women he slept with walked away hurt, because it wasn’t his fault they expected more when he explicitly stated over and over that he couldn’t give it to them.

And then he met you, and for the first time he was the one who wanted more. He wondered if he could ever change for you, if he could be man enough to swallow that fear of commitment and just tell you all the things he felt whenever he looked upon your face—even if he couldn’t exactly find the words big enough, right enough, to describe them.

Colin had expected a typically sugary-sweet proprietress of Queen of Tarts, naive about the ways of the real world, your path paved by privilege and by dollars you hadn’t earned but instead inherited.

But what he got was a bolt out of the blue and the knowledge he had misjudged you. There was a fire in your eyes unlike any he’d ever seen in another person, a stubbornness to prove your worth and your place in this world, to get by without the help of your immensely wealthy parents. 

Like the first blossoms of spring, colour slowly bled into his black and white world, as though his life didn’t really begin until your arrival in it. 

And he knew that the moment he gave into his desires and took a bite out of your carefully constructed custardy treats, he would know what love truly tasted like. 

He wouldn’t be able to pretend any longer.

Colin looks down at the lone strawberry tart, looking just as perfect and sweet as they always do. In the privacy of his own shop, alone in the middle of the night, remembering the way you’d looked at him when he lied about being allergic, he finds his resolve faltering. 

Because before any of his hopes could ever take flight, they were dashed just as quickly. Just four words uttered a week ago after he won another meaningless bet, after he had proceeded to rub your nose in it. 

“God, I hate you so much.” You’d muttered it under your breath as you rolled your eyes, turned away from him so you couldn’t see the surprise and hurt that was surely laced right into his features. 

A part of him shouted that the words were merely said in jest, that you only mumbled them out of irritation because—even he has to admit—he was being a colossal dick.

But another part of him realized you’ve never actually smiled in his direction. You have done it around him, at your patrons and your friends, at his employees who unlike him were always nice to you, but the second your eyes met his, the smile would drop. 

He knows the remedy. He could just stop being an ass, pour on the effortless charm that seems to work on most of the women he’s encountered. Except, he just can’t. Colin sighs.

Despite your hatred, he likes watching you get angry at him. Not that he enjoys making you mad, he simply likes it when you give just as much as you get, not letting anything deter you until you’d proved him wrong. He likes that you challenge him, that you aren’t afraid to be you around him. 

Then, a sudden frantic series of knocks on his shop door startles him into tossing the tart back into the fridge. Uttering a string of curses, he moves to finish closing up and ignore the stranger at the door, until—

“Open up, Shea! I know you’re in there.” Colin’s heart jumps to his throat at the sound of your voice. He freezes for a moment, listening to your fist continue to pound against the door. But then he manages to collect himself, slapping on that arrogant smile before opening up. 

“Well, what brings you here at this time of night?” He asks, but before he can continue with an inappropriate booty call joke, a second yellow box is shoved under his nose. 

“You are going to eat every last crumb of this tart,” you slam the box down onto the counter. “I don’t fucking care if you really are ‘allergic’ all of a sudden.” 

“Uh, that’s called murder, your highness.” 

“Every. Last. Crumb.” You emphasize each word with a jab of your finger against his chest. Colin wonders why he can see hurt laced in your features, too. 

If you hate him, why does his opinion even matter to you? For the first time, Colin can’t immediately tell what a woman is thinking, and it’s driving him mad.

But if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d tell him it’s because everyone knows a good and true rivalry is born and built out of mutual respect.

People just don’t bother with someone they don’t hold in high esteem. And if you really did hate him, if he really did hate you, then what was the goddamn point?

It can’t be just for the glory of being crowned the best, or the prize money; you’ve seen him in action too many times to believe that. This shared thing isn’t just a passion for either of you, it’s a way of life. It’s everything. 

“You hate me,” he says, but it comes out more like a question, the confusion evident in his voice. People don’t bring sweet strawberry tarts to someone they hate. 

“So? And you hate me. That’s how this works,” you say, clearly taken aback. Your voice grows unsteady at the way he looks at you, taking a few nervous steps back as he stalks toward you. 

“Except it’s not,” Colin stops just inches from you, so close he can smell the combined scent of sugar and butter latched onto your clothes. “Not even close.” 

“…Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” You wrinkle your nose. Even now, in the middle of a confrontation, after hinting that he is absolutely hopeless for you, Colin can’t help but love your timing even if it’s also frustrating as hell. He grins. 

“It was hot.” 

“Then take off your hoodie and not the shirt?” 

“You want me to take my clothes off?” 

“What? No, I—” 

“You hate me, though? Tell me the truth.” 

“No way. You lied to me earlier,” you finally look up at him, glaring. “And if I’m being totally honest, it’s the lack of effort that really grinds my gears. If you’re going to lie, at least do it well.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Colin says, still smiling. He wants so badly to touch you. 

“Well, good, I don’t hate you either.” The store goes still, the two of you maintaining eye contact until the silence is almost too much to bear. “No idea where you got that from, anyway.” 

He laughs, incredulous. “Because you said it.” 

“No, I didn’t! When?” 

“Last week.” 

“Oh, you mean when you were being a dick?” 

“Not uncommon, Princess. Be more specific.” 

“In my defence, you were being an ass.” 

“Again… not uncommon.” Smirking, Colin reaches out to brush his fingers against yours. His eyes never leave yours, trying to gauge just how far he can go. You don’t move even as your fingers intertwine, even as he tugs you gently towards the kitchen, picking up the box from the counter and pulling a matching one out of his fridge. 

Realization slowly dawns and you finally smile at him. Colin thinks he’ll melt into the floor, it’s so damn brilliant.

The two of you sit in his kitchen, illuminated by nothing but the small light from the nearby stove and the moon outside the window, partaking in sweet treats that would be gone in just a matter of minutes. But even long after the plates are cleared and washed, you and Colin would remember this night. 

You would remember you spent the rest of the night learning the recipe for his famous brioche, after reluctantly admitting you still have dreams about it. You would remember the way his eyes sparkled at your admission, his hands covering yours as he helped you knead the dough. The laughter at the way you ruined the first batch by adding way too much butter, the countertop and your fingers covered in a sticky mess.

As you washed your hands in the sink, Colin asked if you would come by again because “learning how to make bread is a process, Princess”. 

Colin would remember you saying yes, trying to sound nonchalant but turning away shyly and unable to meet his eyes. He would remember it being more intimate than anything he’d ever shared with anyone, committing to memory that he had been right.

Love tasted like fresh strawberries, buttery pastry, smooth custard, and just the tiniest tingles of mint. 

But, and this was the most important part—only if they came from your hands.

fin.

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Smile Like You Mean It 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you're trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

College is supposed to be a new start. You're supposed to be an adult. Sophisticated and mature. Too bad you're still figuring out how to be functional. 

It's all the more obvious how behind you are as you sit in the student centre with a can of diet coke. Alone. Watching. Coveting. 

The girls, no, women, with their contour and lululemons and blown out hair. They walk together, gabbing and giggling, with a Stanley or branded coffee cup in hand. They are of the moment and you're once more falling behind. 

You look down at you Gap hoodie and polka dot leggings. Admittedly, the Walmart couture isn't exactly cutting edge. And your crocks don't do much for the look. Or your hair and bare face.  

It isn't for lack of trying. No oil or serum could tame the beast on your head, and you couldn't figure out how to line your lids without squiggles. So you settled for the bare minimum. Hygiene and clean clothes. Hmmm, you did wear the hoodie yesterday too. 

You're trying but that doesn't mean it's good enough.  You put your head down and stare at the curled red C on the can. Well, the year's just started, you can make some good friends... just maybe not the barbie dolls. 

As you take another sip of soda, a figure walks by but is met with catastrophe. His bag catches on the back of the empty chair across from you and he reels back. You watch him untangle himself and his pale blue eye flick up to meet yours. 

He wears one of those blue letterman jackets you've seen around. A jock or frat or both. They are often chasing the heels of the glamorous coeds. 

"Oh, hey," he chuckles as he fixes his messenger bag, "I'm a mess, huh?" 

You shake your head. You can't get the words out; 'it's fine' or even a congenial 'so am I'. You can't even muster a smile. That's your other problem. You go mute in the face of interest. 

"You okay? Did I scare ya?" He asks as he drags his hand over his fluffy blond hair. 

You just blink. Say something, idiot. 

"I'm not always mess," he smirks as he grips the back of the chair. Why is he hanging around? "I'm Colin, actually." 

You can't help but crack. Your cheek dimple and one corner of your lips curve. That's a really stupid joke. 

"And you are, sunshine?" He leans forward. 

You look around. It feels off. It has to be a joke, right? There's nothing but milling bodies and chattering students. 

"Auburn," you voice scratches in your throat. 

"Auburn," he purrs back, "I like that." He smirks, "hey, Aubby," his shoulders slant, "can I sit here? This place is packed." 

You stare at him and shrug. You can't say anything but you definitely can't say no. He winks and drops into the seat, dumping his bag on the floor next to his feet. 

"So, you going to the party tonight?" He asks. 

You frown. Party? You shake your head again.  

"No? Why not? Everyone's going." He says.  

Not me. I'm not cool. You just show your hands as your voice stays stuck in your chest. 

"Huh, too good for us? I get it. You got more important things to do than stop by Delta. I can accept that, Aubby. I'm used to it," he pouts, "all the pretty girls say no." 

Pretty? You try not to make a face. You take a drink of coke. You can do it. 

"I... wasn't invited," you utter. 

"Ah, there's that sweet voice," he leans forward on his elbows. "Well, babe, I'm inviting you. So how about it?" 

You stare back at him. Again. Boy, he’s going to think you’re real dumb. You purse your lips and nod. Why not? You’ve been looking for friends. This isn’t going to be high school all over again. 

Well, you can start by wearing something a little less... schlubby to this party. 

He smiles and slaps the table, “see, I knew when I looked at you that you were the one. Here, I’ll get your number and send you the details.” 

You take your phone out and hand it over. The case is scuffed and tan. It’s not sparkly like the ones you’ve seen in the manicured hands of the other girls on campus. He doesn’t seem to notice as he types with his wide thumbs. He gives it back and sends you another wink. 

“See ya tonight, Aubby,” he stands. “I gotta make sure there’s enough drinks so can’t stick around.” He bends to pick up his bag. “You’re not gonna stand me up, are ya?” You shake your head once more. He grins and snaps his fingers. “Later.” 

As he leaves, your eyes wander around the cafeteria. You see a girl in grey converse and a hoodie kinda like yours. She’s not watching where she’s going. She walks right into a man in a suit, her coffee spilling across his back. He rears on her as you watch on as a silent witness. 

He snarls and she babbles back. He stalks off angrily and she stands there blankly. She forgets almost immediately as she looks at the container in her hand. She’s the first girl you’ve seen that doesn’t make you want to hide. 

You get up and grab some napkins on your way over. You approach her as her coffee drips down her hand. You offer it quietly and she flinches as she notices. 

“Oh, jeez, thanks,” she chuckles. “Can ya hold this for me?” You nod and take her container. She balances the coffee as she wipes the side and her fingers. “I’m fucking idiot sometimes. I was so focus on the noodles.” Her eyes skitter around, “shit fuck, this place is crowded, huh?” 

She looks at you as she crumples the napkin and reaches out. You hand over the container. She narrows her eyes. 

“Quiet, huh? Well, shit, I just can’t stop talking,” she tuts. 

“Um...” you swallow tightly. “I got a table...” you point back to where you left your stuff. 

She tilts her head, “thanks, that’s nice but... okay. I guess things can’t get any worse.” 

You perk up and turn around to lead the way. If you can get a few more words out, you might just be able to call it a successful day. 

“I’m Ash, by the way,” she says as she sets her things down and you sit across from her. 

“Auburn,” you return. 

“Ash and Auburn. One more and we could be musketeers or something,” she kids as she settles in. 

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Mob Rules | Mafia AU | Reader x ...everyone

Bucky and Steve have banned girlfriends in the gang, but they're not cruel, they know their crew works hard and needs to let off steam sometimes...and that's when your hard work starts.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language and themes now and throughout this AU

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Masterlist

Bucky - Cockwarming

Thor - Playtime

Joaquín & Loki - Sharing

The room was completely silent. Each of the assembled crew around the table staring at Cap and Sarge. 

You didn’t really want anyone else in the room, you had been quite happy, sprawled on the large blanket under the table, moving between your new masters in turn. You had been licking a long stripe up Bucky’s hard cock when the first knock sounded, jolting you from your soft state into one of panic. 

Tucking himself away, Bucky had shouted ‘enter’ allowing a seeming herd of other people into the room. 

Sensing your nervousness, Steve had placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip until you sucked the digit into your mouth, once more content to rest between them while they carried out their business. 

“Is this real, or a trick?” The man’s voice was like thunder, loud but clear. You couldn’t tell who was talking yet, only seeing a series of shoes, combat boots and a few loafers, one pair of battered trainers…you closed your eyes, sucking harder on Steve’s thumb and focussing on the polished shoes in front of you, one brown pair, one black pair, Steve and Bucky, Sir and Sarge, that was all you needed to worry about.  

“It’s not a trick, Thor.” Steve rolled his eyes, “we know we brought that rule in, no girlfriends.” 

A disgruntled murmur ran around the room, none of the men willing to vocalise how frustrated and angry they’d been since. 

Bucky slammed his palm onto the table and the room went quiet again, you jumped clinging to his calf, but remained where you were. 

“We brought the rule in, now we’re fixing it, but only if you're polite.” He growled.

“C’mon out, Bambi.” Steve and Bucky pushed their chairs back and Steve held out a hand to you, the ring on his pinky finger flashing in the afternoon light. 

Placing one hand slowly in front of the other you crawled out from underneath the table, one hand on Steve’s thigh, one on Bucky’s. The latter reached down, cupping your chin in his large, tattooed hand and pinched your cheeks. 

“Good girl, now say hello to the crew.” 

You turned, kneeling high enough that your head and shoulders peeked over the top of the walnut table, resting your chin on one hand you raised the other in a wave, “hello.” You whispered, nervously eyeing the array of men and women sitting around the long conference table.

You’d been worried ever since Cap’ and Sarge had informed you that your world would be expanding outside of their closed off penthouse, but now you felt that familiar throb of longing deep between your legs. They were handsome, your masters’ friends, so perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful after all. 

Bucky tucked a palm under your elbow and helped you stand, your feet wobbly after your time spent kneeling at his feet. Your heels tipped you forward slightly and you crossed your arms behind your back to steady yourself, pushing your chest out at the same time. A collective intake of air rippled around the room and, you supposed, that was to be expected given your scanty attire. 

Steve had wanted you to make a good impression and had chosen a soft pink babydoll with plenty of ribbons and bows. You certainly felt like a doll once they’d finished dressing you up but you loved it, loved that you didn’t have to make any decisions anymore. You let your wide eyes take in the room again, the hungry looks in everyone’s eyes. 

“Bambi, the family -” Steve gestured to the assembled group, “family, Bambi.” 

There was a chorus of replies, hellos and good mornings before the room went quiet again.

“Well, we don’t have much work to do today, so -” Bucky looked up at you, his hand on your hip protectively, “get to know everyone, okay. Take your time.” His smile was soft, but dropped from his face when he looked back at the rest of the family, “as for you, be polite.” Bucky glared around the room, “and remember to play nicely.” 

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[krirebr]

So, after thinking/talking about my Mob AU earlier today, I, uh, made a thing.

I included everyone who was mentioned in Luck Be a Lady but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll all get their own stories, or that we won't see anyone else. This is a world still very much in progress.

And yes, all the titles will be songs from the musical. 'Cause that's who I am.

[ramp-it-up]

Working on Muse Six and Seven

need help pls

[cupids-arrow-matchmaking-boss]

Meet Charity "Snow" Kazansky

*Britt Robertson is Charity's face claim.

About Her

Daughter of Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

She's a Navy LT and a fighter pilot just like her dad

Her callsign is an homage to her father's while also a play on her male classmates in Top Gun considering her a virgin or 'pure as the driven snow' in her personal life

The idea is furthered by the fact she turned each and every one of them down flat

She does end up first in her class, much like her father did during his time at Top Gun

She ends up in Cupid's Arrow while on leave visiting it with her friend Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, a foster of the Metcalf family

When she meets Savvy and the Metcalf family, she finds herself quite welcomed especially as Savvy's dad knows hers

During her stay, she also gets to meet Savvy's other 'family' and is even personally introduced to Savvy's best sleuth, Colin Shea

She's quite surprised to find herself so attracted to this reformed 'Casanova' and even considers her future with the Navy and in Cupid's Arrow over her extended leave

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Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings. (Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine)

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of being drugged, manipulation, coercion/manipulative sex, unprotected sex/smut, spitroasting, double penetration, knotting/spining, a/b/o sex, filmed noncon sex, morally grey characters.

The party was raging on around Princess and Ransom.  He’d returned in a sour mood a few hours before it started, growling on about how Harlan wouldn’t just tell him what he wanted to know.  And Princess, feeling neglected, just had to poke the sleeping panther. 

“Just forget about her, Hughie…”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Ransom growled at the needy omega.  Princess whimpered and his jaw clenched, “I’ve already left Linda a message…when she finally decides to pick up her phone you all are going to have a lot of explaining to do…you all tricked me.  Made me think it was you instead of-“

“Instead of Bunny!” she finished, shooting him a glare, “yeah.  Because Linda couldn’t let Bunny ever be the one who fucked up.  The news killed our father, and she blamed me.  She was always the perfect fucking angel…but you’re mine, Ransom.  Not hers.  You shouldn’t have even been in her roo-“

“SHE’S MY MATE!” the alpha roared, finally losing his composure, “TAKE WHATEVER IT IS YOU THINK I OWE YOU, AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, PRINCESS.  YOU MANIPULATED ME INTO THINKING THAT KINGSTON WAS OURS.  THAT YOU WERE MY MATE INSTEAD OF BUNNY!  YOU AND LINDA.  I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT THE WHOLE DRIVE BACK HERE!  YOU MADE HER STOP HANGING AROUND ME WHEN YOU TWO STARTED PRESENTING.  YOU MADE IT SO THAT SHE SPENT ALL OF HER TIME WITH MY MOM AND THAT I WAS STUCK WITH YOU!”

“You wanted my attention, Ransom…whether you’re willing to admit it, or not…”she huffed.

“Well, I’ve realized that I wanted the wrong twin all along!” he spat, “now just do me a favor and leave me the hell alone until Linda comes and picks you up!”

“Hey doll, what’s got you lookin’ so sad, huh?” Bucky asked as he watched the needy omega glare at Ransom, “you and big brother having a little fight?”

“We heard you two arguing this afternoon while we were setting up,” Steve frowned sympathetically as he wrapped his arm around her waist, “are you okay?”

“He can be so cruel sometimes!” she whimpered tipsily, looking between the two strong alphas, “it’s always about Bunny…I just want to be good enough for once.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re perfect,” Pronge offered, walking up to the brothers and her.  She sniffled and he handed her his own red solo cup, taking her empty one off of her, “if he can’t see that, then he’s as dumb an alpha as can be…”

“Yeah…” she sniffled, taking a long, heavy drink from the cup.  She went to hand it back, but Pronge only shook his head.

“Keep it, sweetheart…better yet…I can grab us some more…and we can head up to my room?  You don’t need to be around all this garbage…you just need some alphas that want to pamper you,” he offered, shooting his brothers a wink when she nodded, taking another drink.  Bucky and Steve’s eyes lit up, “we can all sit down and listen to you tell us all about what a mean alpha old Ransom is…how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

“O-Okay…” she sniffled allowing Pronge to lead her up to his room, “you know what the worst thing about it is?”

“What’s that, pretty girl?”

“I gave him my virginity,” she whimpered sadly, “and it’s like it didn’t even matter.”

“What a shame!” Steve added in as they started up the stairs, “that asshole…”

“I know,” she huffed, “I-I just had sex with him not even last week too…I’ve never been spined or anything, so it was new…and my pussy hurt so bad after because nothings ever been in there.”

“You’ve never…played with yourself?” Bucky asked curiously.

She shook her head, whimpering against Pronge’s shoulder, “even in heat…Linda always said that it was wrong so I-I’ve never-“

“Aww, it’s okay, kitten…we’ve got you!”

Steve raised his brow and Pronge shot him another wink, mouthing ‘heat powder.’

Steve smiled, leading her into Pronge’s room.  That’s when he noticed just how she was acting.  She was shifting around like her clothes were too itchy, and a thin line of sweat appeared at her hairline.  She took another few sips of the beer before putting it down on his desk, “is it hot in here to you guys?”

“Probably just you not used to the alcohol…you know what you need to do?”

“Hey-wh-where’s Bucky?”

“Oh he’s just grabbing us some more beer,” Steve smiled, “but you know…Pronge’s right…you’re so new to partying, you’re probably not used to the beer…if you’re feeling hot, you could always take off your dress…”

“Wh-what?” she giggled, “but then I would only be in my underwear…”

“I-I think one of my old girlfriends left one of her skirts and a top…might be more…comfortable…” Pronge offered with a shrug, “that dress looks really uncomfortable…”

She frowned at the suggestion.  She hadn’t thought about just how the fabric felt, but thinking about it, it did seem a little itchy on her skin.

“Y-you wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, not at all, sweetheart!” Pronge smiled, already reaching for the schoolgirl outfit that he’d had from his various roleplaying outfits that he’d film his exes in, “you know what though…that underwear might be uncomfortable too…might as well just…take that off…”

“Y-yeah…” she said nervously, “I am feeling a little…uncomfortable with them on.  Thanks”

Bucky walked in with fresh beers, not bothering to close the door behind himself.  The men smiled as she took the schoolgirl outfit and began stripping down.  Already, the instant heat powder was working its magic.  Her nipples were pebbled, and the boys could smell her slick. 

Bucky growled and another wave of slick collected at her entrance.  She turned around, the outfit snugly fitting her.  Her breasts could nearly be seen through the thin white material of the shirt, and the skirt barely covered the round globes of her ass.  She bent slightly back to the desk for the cup and the three men growled, seeing her slick sex on display. 

But it was Bucky who had already unzipped and dropped his jeans.  His hardened length stood at attention as he started in behind her.  She yelped, nearly dropping her cup as Bucky’s large, calloused hands ensnared her hips.

“Bu-Bucky…”

“Shhhh…relax, pretty kitten…this dog’s got a bone to bury…deep in your perfectly wet little cunt.”

Another wave of slick poured from her entrance.  Bucky smirked as he lined himself up, the tip of his cock already collecting some of her wetness.

“I-I’ve never-“

“Let us think for you,” Bucky alpha commanded, “just relax and take our cocks like a good little needy omega…”

“O-okay…”

“Steve…you get her mouth…”

“With pleasure,” the blonde smiled, licking his lips.  Princess moaned when Steve appeared in front of her, “get on the bed, sweetheart…Buck and I are going to make you forget all about Drysdale.”

Princess was a mess. 

She’d been used up by Steve and Bucky, but they weren’t the only ones.

No one had bothered to close the door, and from downstairs, most of the frat brothers could smell the woman in heat; artificial or otherwise. 

So, when the alphas came up and saw her getting spit-roasted by Barnes and Rogers, they started lining up. 

She’d been at the house for nearly a week and was only meeting some of his frat brothers when they decided they were going to have a turn with her. 

Princesses eyes rolled into the back of her head as Curtis’ knot inflated inside of her pussy, his cum painting her walls, just like Barnes’ did before him.  She was panting as she needily rode him, the knot tugging at her entrance. 

Curtis growled, his nails creating crescent moons on her hips, that was sure to create bruises in the morning.

Princess was fucking herself on his knot, taking every ounce of his seed that she could get. 

Meanwhile, the man who had started it all, Pronge, was eagerly allowing his frat brothers to line up, encouraging them all to take a turn with Drysdales’ sister while he filmed it. 

Curtis growled as another alpha stalked over, “Wanna see how much she can handle?”

“Fuck off Storm!”

“Then get out of her pussy,” the playboy smirked, “me and Colin wanna have a go…and either you lay down on the bed and we take her throat and ass, or you clear out…”

He gave another growl but pulled his half-hard cock out of her with a harsh tug, his knot giving a hefty popping noise as he left her cunt a sopping mess, “enjoy sloppy thirds…asshats.”

Johnny didn’t care though. 

“You want her cunt, ass, or mouth?”

“Mouth, all day, baby,” he smirked, “see if she can handle me while my knot hits the back of her throat…”

“Anyone cool with taking her cunt while I take her ass and Colin takes her mouth?”

Another one of their brothers, Lance Tucker stepped forward, “you guys know I’m always up for some gymnastics…”

“Please,” Princess whimpered, her fingers already buried knuckle deep in her pussy as she tried to hit another orgasm.  Her back arched and the three alphas growled, seeing her pussy already fucked raw, her clit swollen and heavy, and her body covered in a thin glossy sheen, “need you alpha…alphas…please…give me your knots…”

“God, I love college,” Johnny smirked, picking Princess up as though she weighed nothing.  Lance  grinned, already stripping down, as he laid on the bed.  Princess whimpered watching as he gave his hardened length a few good pumps, “ready, Tucker?”

“C’mere omega…” he growled seductively.  The omega shivered, and the boys smelled a fresh wave of slick collecting at her entrance, mixing with her two previous partners’ cum, “gonna show you who the god of this pussy is now…”

Johnny helped place her on him, impaling her with his cock.  The omega panther moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself being filled by his length, “Alpha…”

“Ready for another cock, baby?”

Princess nodded eagerly as Colin kneeled on the bed, his length almost out of her reach.  She whimpered, opening her mouth, “Please alpha…need…need it all...”

She yelped, shooting up when she felt Johnny behind her, his cock tapping against her ass.  But it was Lance who growled, pulling her back down onto his length, hard and fast.  She nearly howled out, half in pleasure half in pain from being slammed down on his cock. 

Colin took advantage of her mouth being opened, and grabbed her by the hair, only to fill the open hole with his own cock.  She nearly choked as he bucked hard into her mouth, not bothering with any foreplay. As she caught her breath, Johnny wasted no time in collecting some of the slick from her thighs and spreading it over the head of his cock. 

And without warning, he slammed into her, stretching her virginal rosebud around his own girthy length. 

“Oh, fuck, omega,” Johnny growled as he seated himself in her ass.  He bucked his hips gently, sending her forward on Colin’s length.  He slapped her ass and Lance growled again as he pulled her back towards Johnny and himself, “we’re gonna have fun with you alright.”

Everything hurt. 

Her jaw felt sore. 

Her pussy felt raw.

Her ass felt like it was torn in two.

And her head felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to it. 

Princess whimpered as the light trailed in through the window.  As she raised her arm to try to block out some of the light, she realized that the pain extended to her joints as well.  Opening her eyes, she noticed the bruises on her hips and arms. 

But worst of all, she felt an unbearable pain in her neck.  Her fingers reached up, and her mouth opened in a horrified gasp.

She’d had a brand new mating mark in place of the one that she’d gotten removed.

And worst of all, she didn’t remember who she’d gotten it from.

Chapter 8

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Smile Like You Mean It 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, humiliation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Colin Shea, Rafe Cameron (Professor AU)

Summary: you’re trying to grow up but you keep getting pushed back down.

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

Your new dress isn’t quite new. Yet, it’s better than anything you brought from home. You can’t afford the designer looks but you found a nice dupe. You think. There was a tiktok of a similar outfit, though your vans don’t quite compliment the look. Well, how many people are going to be looking at your feet. Or looking at you. 

It’s too bad your new friend, Ash, had to rush off to get her books. You could have used the moral support and yet, it’s a bit too early to be inviting her places, isn’t it? And to think of it, Colin invited you, not anyone else. 

You check your phone as you walk across campus. Your tights do little against the cold and make your thighs itch. You clutch the strap of your purse, the fringe swaying with each step.  

You hear the party before you get to it. As you walk up, the windows glow against the backdrop of the evening and tiki torches are lit to light the folding tables of red cups and chips and other things. Some bounce balls into the cups as the guests already there cluster around and chatter at a blustering volume. 

You shrink at the precipice of the walk that divides the grass. Music pumps from within, churning in the air with the garbling voices. The front door is wide open as people come and go. You’re nearly knocked off your feet as two guys in the blue jackets brush past you. 

You exhale and make yourself go forward. You grip your phone tight and look down at the screen. You should text Colin and figure out where he is. You’re distracted from sending the message as you pass a girl being crushed by a guy against the siding.  

They make out sloppily, the girl seemingly helpless to his affections as he pens her in. She has her hands on his chest as he clamps her head tight. She wears corduroy skirt and puffy blouse. It’s not exactly cutting edge. 

You peek at the other guests. You prepared for tall blondes and gorgeous brunettes. All the other girls are pretty and yet they aren’t the lululemon, PSL-guzzling coeds you marvel at. They’re just like you... 

“Aubby!” The voice booms like thunder and centers your anxiety.  

You look at Colin with wide eyes as he approaches. Oh my. He’s wearing his jacket but no shirt under it. There are blue emblems painted on his buff chest. Your eyes skim the lines of his tight muscles.  

“There you are, baby doll,” he nears and drapes his arm across your shoulder. “You get a drink? You need a drink.” 

You let him take over easily. Your voice remains elusive. 

“See, I love that about you, Auburn. You’re so gentle and quiet. You let a man take control. Just the way it should be,” he squeezes you against him. “Fuck, I’m all over the place. Did I tell you that dress is hot as hell?” 

You look down and hug yourself. You don’t know that anyone ever complimented your clothes. There wasn’t really anything to like about them. Or you. 

“Let me give you a lay of the land...” he declares as he grabs a red cup from another table and hands it to you. You accept it as he claims on for himself. 

He walks you through the house, yapping about the fraternity and how they have pledges serving the drinks. You notice they don’t have jackets and are dressed in tight spandex shorts and feather boas. You try not to stare. 

You taste the beer. You don’t drink. You never saw the need for it. You always overheard the girls in English talking about getting lit and waking up face down but you were never in with them, and that didn’t really sound too fun. 

“Eh, there he is,” Colin booms and makes you flinch. “Rafe,” he lets you go to the dab up the other guy. He’s a bit more slender than Colin, his hair is longer and floppy, and his eyes look a bit sleepy. “Aubby, this is the best guy in the place. Rafe, this is Auburn... my date.” 

Date? Your eyes flicker. Is that what this is? 

“Uh... hi,” you force out and nearly cough. 

Rafe’s brows tilt and he looks at Colin, “she’s quiet,” the latter says.  

“Cute,” the other replies as he gives you a look up and down. “I been making the rounds. Making sure everyone’s cozy.” 

“Right, right,” Colin says. 

“Good turn out,” Rafe says. “Thing will get going soon.” 

“Sure, well, see ya round, we’re going to try to catch up,” Colin raises his cup and drains it. He turns you past Rafe and presses on. He swallows a belch, “hey, you need another?” 

You look down at your cup. You’ve barely had any. You shake your head. 

“Ah, babe, no problem. You take your time. Lots of beer to go around,” he assures you and waves his cup in the air. A pledge appears to switch it out. You’re embarrassed at all the nakedness. 

“How about we find somewhere quiet? Lots going on, right?” 

You nod. He directs you around a cluster of guys and girls. You get to the stairs and climb with him. He clings to your hand as he drags you down the hall and into a bedroom. He shuts the door and you’re relieved to have the cacophony blocked out. Then all at once, you’re nervous at the reality of being alone with him. 

“I really mean it, that dress looks good on you,” he lets you go and faces you as he bites his thumb, “you got a nice body.” 

You push your legs together and cradle your hot cheek. You slurp the beer before you squeak out a thank you. He smiles. 

“Come on,” he goes to the bed and hops on it. He sits against the head board and slaps the space next to him. You hesitate. “No funny business. I been on my feet all day. That’s it.” 

“Oh, okay,” you murmur. 

You go to the bed and climb up next to him. You put one leg over the other as you extend them and he wraps his arm around your shoulder once more. He pulls himself closer. He takes a drink then puts his cup on the table at his other side. 

“Are you a freshman?” He asks. You nod. “Ah, makes sense. Well, that makes you special. Freshman don’t often get in at Delta.” 

“Really,” you say behind the brim of the cup. 

“Well, baby, I knew you were special when I saw you,” he trails his fingers along your thigh and you twitch in surprise. 

“Special?” 

“Yeah, you’re not like other girls. You’re just you. I like that.” He purrs as his other hand rubs your shoulder. “And you’re pretty as all hell.” 

You stare at him, burning to the core. You’ve never been this close to a guy. Never had them being so touchy or sweet. It’s overwhelming. 

“I’m sorry to be a fucking simp but can I kiss you?” He rasps, “I been thinking of it all day.” 

“Kiss?” You echo. “Umm...” 

He gently retracts his hand and grips the cup in your hand. He dislodges it and reaches to set it with his. He turns you again and caresses your cheek. 

“Just a kiss, babe? Please?” 

You stare at him. You are on fire. You can’t speak. Not enough to say no. So, you nod.  

Today has been a day of firsts. Your first friend, your first kiss. It’s the first day of an amazing year, you can feel it. 

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Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays/Happy Random Tuesday and Wednesday!!!

Happy Holidays everyone! I was fully intending on writing and posting a christmas themed oneshot either today or tomorrow and while I had ideas whenever I sat down to try and write them it felt forced and so I stopped! (I totally blame RugbyPlayer!Ari for taking up all my brainspace!)

However if you want to read something christmassy/winter themed from me you have all of the following fics to re-read/discover!

Snowed In - Steve Rogers x Reader

Call it Even - Chris Evans x Reader

Call me babe for the weekend - Chris Evans x Reader

Let it Snow - Chris Evans x Reader

Best Wrapper - Chris Evans x Reader (The Interview Series)

Make it up to you - Colin Shea x Reader

Miracle Maker - Colin Shea x Reader

Winter Wonderland - Frank Adler x Reader

Make or Break - Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Happy Hanukkah - Ari Levinson x Reader

Home for Christmas - Ari Levinson x Reader

Keeping you warm this Christmas - Johnny Storm x Reader

Snow on the Beach - Johnny Storm x Reader

Ghost of Christmas Past - Jake Jensen x Reader

Magical Mystery Christmassy Tour - Nick Vaughan x Reader

Hallmark Movie - Guy x Reader (Playing it cool)

Christmas Evie - Andy Barber x Reader

Mine For Christmas - Andy Barber x Reader

The Grinch - Mechanic!Curtis x Reader (Fixer Upper AU)

This is me now signing off for the year and taking the next few days away from the internet to enjoy time with my family so I won't be responding to any messages, comments, asks until the new year.

Hope you all have a great festive period and I'll see you in the New Year when Boston Bears: Fake Out - Ari Levinson x Reader drops!

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「 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 」

「 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 」

✩ INVISIBLE COLOURS┆one-shot ⭇ 𝐅, 𝐀

AO3 exclusive/Modern AU. Sometimes, separation becomes more painful than the reunion is sweet.

✩ WRAPPED IN RED┆one-shot ⭇ 𝐅, ✽

All he wanted was some takeout, yours was the only restaurant still open for Christmas Eve, and Ari gets so much more than he bargained for.

「 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀 」

✩ LOVE TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES┆one-shot ⭇ 𝐅

Modern AU. You have a standing rivalry with the bakery across town, but you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. And despite how much you act like it, you don’t actually hate Colin Shea.

「 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 」

✩ SNOW BIRDS┆one-shot ⭇ 𝐅

Frank thought he closed that chapter of his life on love and romance a long time ago, but a fateful reunion on the dirt paths of a Christmas tree farm seems to reopen an entire book of possibilities.

「 𝐇. 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 」

✩ DECK THE HALLS┆one-shot ⭇ 𝐅

Modern AU. For the first time, you think that working for Linda Drysdale the night before Christmas might not be such a bad thing after all.

「 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍S𝐄𝐍 」

✩ YOU’RE A MEAN ONE┆one-shot ⭇ 𝐅

Modern AU. They say that there’s nothing more frightening than a pissed off, gun-wielding, profusely-bleeding Lloyd Hansen who’s trying to be nice… except, maybe, for his equally unstable doctor.

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Savvy's Extended Family

Meet the two families that surround Savvy's daily life in Cupid's Arrow.

Savvy's 'Blood' Family

Papa Metcalf - former Navy officer and head of Metcalf Mafia; old callsign was "Gaboon", which is a slight homage to his father

Mama Metcalf - runs the best restaurant/diner in town and where both of Savvy's families like to congregate

Curtis Everett - adopted child by the Metcalfs when he was 3; closest to Savvy and acts her Consigliere

Edgar - adopted child by the Metcalfs during infancy after car accident that almost claimed him, Curtis, and Mace while actually claiming his mother

James Mace - former foster who aged out with the Metcalfs; considers them family though he's content with not being formally adopted; works at NASA as engineer

Nick Gant - former foster who also aged out with the Metcalfs; considers them family like Mace; tends to travel and showcase his many tricks and illusions to get by

Cassie Holmes - current foster who came to the Metcalfs thanks to Nick; really enjoys fortune telling and playing at being clairevoyant; has a favored tarot deck that she uses

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace - former foster; closest girlfriend of Savvy and only one of the Metcalf kids to follow dear old 'Dad' into the Navy where she's currently a lieutenant and also a fighter pilot

Frank Adler - Savvy's future husband/current love interest; works boat repair after Papa Metcalf taught him all he needed to know; spends most of his days taking care of Mary the way his sister would've wanted; takes him longer than it should to realize that Cupid's Arrow is a mafia-owned town and Savvy is its leader

Mary Adler - Savvy's future niece; mathematic genius; adores her extended family thanks to Savvy; doesn't realize how loved and adored she is by everyone in Cupid's Arrow; her best friends are Jake's niece and Sam's nephews; Friday's are spent with Roberta and Saturday's are with Savvy

Savvy's Mafia Family

Jake Jensen - resident hacker and enforcer when necessary; came to Cupid's Arrow after Savvy saw his talent in her law firm's IT department; still works for the firm when he's not doing work for the mafia; also moved his sister and niece so they could be close to him; only Savvy gets away with calling Jake 'JJ'

Colin Shea - resident sleuth and newer member of this 'family'; Savvy discovered him when he was spying on one of her clients and decided his skills could be useful; nickname is Casanova; works most often with Jake

Steve Rogers - retired Army vet who ended up in Cupid's Arrow because of Sam; takes over one of Papa Metcalf's businesses (local car garage); one of Savvy's most trusted bodyguards

Bucky Barnes - followed Steve to Cupid's Arrow after being medically discharged from the Army; works alongside Steve at the garage; one of Savvy's most trusted bodyguards

Sam Wilson - met Savvy and her dad via the VA; accepted invite to visit Cupid's Arrow and never left; moved his sister and nephews to keep them close; runs the town's largest marina; another enforcer when necessary for the 'family'