Summary – You and
Steve were supposed to have spent the rest of your lives together, but lies and
betrayal tore you apart. A family tragedy forces you to leave your life
in the city and return to the Montana ranch you used to call home. Can you and
Steve forget the past and find love again?
Warnings – None
Word Count – 2,144
Notes – I’ve finally gotten back to writing this fic
and now I remember why I was so excited about this one! This is going to be some major romantic
drama!! I have so many plans for this
fic and I can’t wait for you guys to read it!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! As
always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!
“Maybe not,” Bucky acknowledged,
“but there is something that you need to know before we go any further.”
Bucky was always good
at keeping a straight face, so the anxious look in his eyes instantly had you
worried. “What do I need to know?”
“You’re not going to
like this, (Y/N),” he began, refusing to look you in the eye. “Your dad made Steve the ranch foreman five
A chill went down your spine as you stared at your friend,
your eyes wide in disbelief. “Please
tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m sorry, doll, it’s true.” Bucky seemed to be debating
with himself before finally giving in and continuing. “I will tell you this. Ste. . He was hesitant to take the job at
first, but needed the money and Wolf Creek is one of the best. Not as good as South Hills, but it’s okay.”
Family crests and ballet lessons, a perfume your grandmother picks for you. Black coffee in Paris at 7 in the morning, champagne in New York in the evening. Cashmere sweaters, turtlenecks and high waisted skirts. Heavy diamonds and chins held high. Upper east side, Monaco, shopping in Brussels. Lying through clenched teeth. Northern lights. Hiding pain and using people. Contradictions. Daisychains. Richard Siken. Glitter socks. Learning French. Louboutins. Traditions and secrets. Green and Silver.
Hands on fire, bandaids and ginger ale. Treehouses and make believe. The kissing of wounds to soothe the pain. Stardust, bruised knees, pinky swears. Sunflowers and David Bowie. Lightning, thunderstorms, tornadoes. Too much energy; too much caffeine. The smell of a bonfire, the crunch of first snow, laughter resonating through crisp winter air. Fingers intertwining and whispered gossip followed by giggles. Supernovae. The roar of a sportscar's engine. Truth or dare. Courage and morals. The knight in rusty armor who forgot his horse at home. Red and gold.
Kneesocks, Sylvia Plath and the dusty smell of books. Paint drying on fingertips and hair in every colour of the rainbow. Oxford dictionary, the louvre, shadowpuppets. Dancing in the rain, overthinking, posters and empty canvases filling dorm rooms and adorning bedroom walls. The first touch of a paintbrush, forget-me-nots, hunger for knowledge. Metaphors. Fanfiction. Black boots and leather jackets. John Lennon sunglasses. Tartan. Poetry. Blue hair and black lipstick. Creativity and curiosity. Blue and silver.
Promises and shooting stars. Giggles, goosebumps. Stolen kisses behind the quidditch field. Bumblebees and libraries, fiery hair and squad goals. Shared breakfast, tutoring. Growing. Security. Those friends you can tell everything, and they will never judge. Libraries and open fields. Golden retrievers, the smell of sawdust and hay, horse riding. Roadtrips. Study groups. Ivy League. Scholarships. Humble, soft, friendly. Loyal and smart. Stubborn and accepting. Yellow and black.
Characters- Reader, Maisie the dog, Missouri, RodeoCowboy!Dean Warnings- None Word Count- 1,123 Summary- It’s a usual day until a face from your past shows up. You never thought you’d see him again, but fate seems to have other ideas. A/N- The first in this series! I’m so excited to share this one with y’all since it’s been in the planning stages since January. I had some computer troubles, but luckily I’ve been able to get it working enough to write, so all’s well. It’s all outlined, so I’m just so excited to finally share!
!!! I’m only tagging my Dean taglist in this first part, so if you want to continue to be tagged or start being tagged in this series, you have to sign up to the series taglist!!!
Squinting against the sunlight filtering in through your windows, you sigh before glaring at the beeping alarm on your nightstand. You’d done all the chores you’d needed to the night before, just to spend an extra hour or two in bed this morning. You should have known they’d fly right on by.
Your morning is much the same as always- get up and ready to do some chores before you head out to breakfast at Missouri’s Diner. Your small horse ranch requires daily maintenance, all of which you take care of yourself. Hauling hay, feeding the horses, daily grooming, cleaning stalls- all are a part of your daily chore list.
You open your front door to a bright dawn, bright orangey-yellows melting into blue. The sight brings a small smile to your face, thinking of all the people who are too busy stuck behind a desk to ever see the beauty of a fresh new day. Running a ranch may be hard work, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
A wee snippet of Jamie and Claire whilst the Hogmanay preparations are well under way! Fluff and ALLLLL the feels because it is Monday and we need it!!!
Claire could hear the children chattering amongst themselves
as they bunched the juniper and picked off any berries that had been missed,
Bree’s accent standing out starkly amongst her cousin’s softer Scottish brogues.
The pot Jenny had left beside her was nearly full with
pealed potatoes and the water on the stove had reached boiling. The room was
becoming uncomfortably hot and Claire could feel the sweat gathering beneath
the cloud of hair at the nape of her neck and trickling intermittently down her
neck. She placed a hand against her back, readying for the task of standing
“Alright little one, on three … one … two …”
Claire clenched her teeth and heaved just as the baby pushed
a foot up under her ribs. The air went from her in a sharp breath and Claire
sat down heavily, giving up on the two inches of elevation she had gained.
“You bloody little … Scot!”
She scowled, arching her back a little to encourage the baby
to move, which it obligingly did, coming to rest in a much less uncomfortable
position. Claire let her breath out again, this time with a sigh and passed the
back of her hand over her brow. She had a few more weeks to go but felt like
she was ready to burst. She didn’t remember feeling quite so huge with Brianna,
though that may have been in part due to the near starvation she had suffered
in the run up to Culloden and then the miserable cocoon she had wrapped herself
in after her return to the twentieth century, a cocoon in which she only forced
herself to take food for the sake of the baby.
Claire pushed thoughts of that time aside and steeled
herself to stand once again. If she simply sat and waited for Jenny to come to
her rescue she could be stuck in the sweltering kitchen for quite some time as
the Hogmanay preparations were well underway and Jenny was bustling from room
to room overseeing it all. Claire had tried to help but her swollen size had
made her something of a hindrance to the process and when she had suggested
preparing the vegetables instead of stringing garlands, Jenny had looked rather
relieved. However, if preparing vegetables was what Claire was in charge of
then she would bloody well be in charge of it and no one was going to put those
potatoes in the cauldron but her!
She was half-way up when she felt a hand on her lower back
and another take a gentle grip on her upper arm. She blew the hair out of her
face and looked up into an amused sapphire gaze.
“I can manage.”
Jamie smiled but didn’t relinquish his touch and moments
later Claire was on her feet. She raised her finger to wipe the perspiration from
her upper lip but Jamie stopped her, catching her hand in his and ducking his
head to gently kiss along the bow of her lips, his tongue gently tracing the
curve of her smile.
“Ah Dhia! Mo nigheann donn, mo Sorcha …”
Claire lost the last of his words as he buried his face in
the curve of her neck
“What was that?”
“I said …”
Jamie surfaced, smiling with the glazed eyes of a man
“That each time I sniff at ye I discover a new wee scent and
I want ye more than before.”
Claire sniffed at her sleeve and wrinkled her nose
“I never considered onions and parsnips to be particular
Jamie’s lifted one springy curl from her collar bone,
pulling it gently straight before letting it bounce back into its spiral and
“I can smell cloves, rosemary and a wee hint o’ plum.”
Claire leant forward and sniffed his shirt lightly
“Horses and hay and … what is that?”
“Peat most likely.”
Jamie grinned and waved away the question before Claire
could ask it.
“I brought a few blocks in from the shed this morning and
changed my shirt but ye ken how the scent clings.”
Jamie lifted the pot of potatoes from the table
“Ye want these in the water?”
“Ye but give them here, I’ll do it.”
Claire reached for the pan but Jamie shifted, keeping it out
of her reach
“It’s fairly heavy Sassenach. I dinna ken how many pounds ye
peeled but if Jenny is still feeding the pigs peelings, we’re likely to have
the fattest hogs in the Highlands.”
“We’re going to have a lot of guests…”
“And food enough to feed generations of them yet to come.”
Jamie grinned and crossed to the fire
“Wait I can …”
Claire began and then stopped as Jamie upended the pan with
ease and deftly stepping out of the way of the water that splashed over the
sides as the potatoes went in.
“I told you I could do it!”
Claire snapped, feeling absurdly like she was about to cry.
She blinked twice and glared at the splashes of water steaming on the
“For God’s sake, Jamie! You’ve got water all over the floor!
I suppose I have to clear it up, do I?”
She snatched a cloth up from the side and stormed toward the
small pool of water but Jamie blocked her path, expression carefully neutral as
his hands came up to lightly clasp her shoulders.
“I apologise Sassenach. If ye hand me the cloth, I’ll mop it
up for ye.”
His voice was gentle, consoling even and Claire felt the
tightness in her chest clench and her throat began to burn. Claire looked
around him and saw the gentle wisps of steam rising from the floor a second
before her vision blurred.
“No it’s fine … It’s already drying. I’m sorry I snapped at
“Dinna be lass, I interfered and upset the system you had in
place. I’m sorry for it.”
Claire snorted wetly and hastily mopped her eyes and nose
with a handkerchief.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so irritable!”
“Nothing. There is nothing wrong with ye, but ye are
exhausted and your body feels like it’s betrayin’ ye at every turn. It’s enough
to make anyone irritable.”
Jamie’s arms encircled her as he spoke, his cheek resting lightly
on the top of her head
“I feel like a fat, silly fool!”
“You are magnificent, Claire.”
Jamie spoke simply, rubbing small circles in the middle of
“But upon my word, Sassenach, the smell of ye and the feel
of ye against me is makin’ me think verra wicked thoughts.”
“Perhaps you should confess them to me upstairs.”
She murmured and felt the shiver of a thrill run through him
“Confession, eh? Will ye forgive my sins?”
Claire allowed the word to fall from her lips and the
considerable firmness that has been building against her stomach hardened
“Can ye get one of the girls to mind the food a while? I
dinna think I can wait for your benediction.”
Jamie whispered in her ear and as he bent toward her Claire
imagined a willow tree, tall and graceful, arching as its branches dip toward
the water’s surface, reaching until even the petioles and stipules are submerged
It felt like hours but could only have been minutes later,
as Claire ran her fingers through the sweetly curling hairs of his chest, she realised
that Jamie had done what she could not do for herself, he had centred her.
He had let her play the role of the saviour, dubbing himself
the wicked one who was dependent on her for his redemption. He had made her feel
wise and beautiful and in control, he had guided her to see herself as he saw
“What are ye thinking, Sassenach?”
His voice was heavy with satisfaction and Claire delighted
in the small sigh of contentment he gave as she kissed the bud of his nipple.
“I was thinking that you still, after all our years, just
let me be myself and how much I love you for it.”
She smiled and looked up as she felt the bed shift to see
him propped up on his elbow, looking down at her curiously.
“I fell in love wi’ ye for who ye are Sassenach. I canna see
what benefit it could be to either of us if I were to try and change ye now.”
“You might have a wife with a sweeter temperament?”
She teased, stroking the length of his nose with the tip of
her index finger.
“I doubt a sweet wee mouse could make my balls fizz the way
Jamie’s tone was even and as he blinked solemnly at her, his
face serene, Claire burst into laughter and laughed until the tears streamed
down her face and her ribs ached with the force of it.
“Oh my God! Jamie! I did not expect that!”
“Well neither did I, a sweet wee lad o’ three and twenty and
you and older woman takin’ me in hand…”
He was grinning too now, his mirth held back only barely
“It was my mouth actually…”
Claire retorted and the room filled with the sounds of their
happiness, of memories and shared knowledge of love and the comfort of one who
knows you so very well and they clung to each other until the last of the
humour left them when, still smiling, they touched their foreheads together.
“In truth Sassenach, I dinna care what ye do to my balls as
long as I get to hear ye laugh like that often and plenty until my dying day.”
Jamie raised her hand, clasped in his own between them on
the bed and kissed her skin, just above the warm silver of her wedding ring.
HAS ERWIN EVER GREW THE DAD MOUSTACHE AND HAD LEVI TELL HIM HE LOOKED LIKE A FUCKING PEDOPHILE AND TO GET RID OF IT? OR REALLY JUST THE FIRST PART? AND HAYYYY (hay is for horses for this is for horseface) I AM HERE TO SPAM YOU WITH RANDOM IDEAS.