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#Curtis Everett x Snowbird
imaginedreamwrite · 11 months
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Picture 6 from the new photo dump reminds me of cowboy!Curtis and Snowbird. Perhaps a moment where she watched Curtis building her a new stable for her pets?
He withdrew his worn black cowboy hat from his head and waved it twice in front of his face. The heatwave hitting the area had come with a bang and no one was more aware of the temperatures than himself and your animals. As if they’d been communicating their need for a place to rest by their natural sounds, Curtis had understood the need for more shelters and stables.
It was going to be a surprise for you and he’d no sooner sent you on your way to a weekend spa than he got busy. He’d sent you out with a few of the other hands’ wives and girlfriends, a flock of new Montana friends to keep you company, while he worked tirelessly.
Curtis loved you. He loved you with every breath and every heart beat, he loved you with every inch of his body and soul. There was nothing he wouldn’t die for you, especially since you had made him believe that true genuine love was attainable.
And to commemorate his endless desire, Curtis built your animals shelters. He built them pens and stables, working as hard and as long as he could to get them ready before you returned.
It was impeccable timing, perfected by the last nail being jut into the handmade signs just as you stepped out of the vehicle.
It was the "ma’am" one of his hands addressed you with, along with the tip of his hat, that drew Curtis’ attention away from the building he was standing by. Curtis watched you from across a gravel drive, his eyes crinkled at the corner as his smile grew wider and his heart nearly stopped.
“Curtis! What did you do..?!” Your voice grew higher in tone, your bottom lip trembled as you seemed overcome with emotion.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Everett.” He dropped the hammer and greet you halfway between the shelters and the road, embracing you fully and spinning you twice. “I missed you, sweetheart.”
“You did all this?” Your voice continued to tremble, your eyes watering when he set you down and gazed into your soul. “For me? For my…”
You raised a hand and covered your mouth, overcome with emotion.
“You’re my life, sweetheart. You’re my whole world.” Despite the dust and the dirt, scuffs from working on the ranch of the lingering smell of sweat, you didn’t push Curtis away when he held you from behind.
You leaned fully into him and turned your head to kiss his bicep, your hands wrapped around his forearm.
“Thank you, Curtis. This…means so much to me.” You nuzzled your cheek against him, relaying your joy again.
To you, this was worth more than anything monetary he could have given you.
This, what he had done for your animals, was all you could ever ask for.
And it made him fall in love with you all over again.
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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Is it too late to ask for a drabble for gif #1? The dancing pair makes me think of rancher Curtis with his mail order bride. We haven’t seen them lately. Thank you
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“They look happy together,” your voice broke the silence between you both as you danced on the dimly lit floor, “like they are each others whole worlds.”
“It feels familiar.” Curtis’ voice is smooth like Tennessee whiskey, his hand running up and down your back affectionally as you dance.
“Because I’m your whole world?” You hum, resting your head on his shoulder. “Am I your whole world?”
His hand tightens on you, holding you closer as a physical response. He’s afraid to let you go, he’s afraid that you’ll slip through his fingers and if you do it’ll be like waking up from a pleasant dream. To combat his fear, Curtis holds you tightly and he sings along to the music playing, swaying you back and forth as if its your own wedding.
“You are my everything.” He answers verbally, drawing his hand away from your back and choosing to trail his fingertips up and down the back of your arm. “You are everything.”
“Curtis…” you angle your head and look up at him, the ring on your finger is bright and brilliant, it symbolizes a union despite not actually having a wedding yet. “Do you…”
“Curtis, the bride and groom wanna get out of here.” Another groomsmen comes to steal Curtis away from you, as the best man Curtis is gonna send the happy couple off on their honeymoon. “Time for the big send off.”
“Laney’s gonna look after Mrs. Everett, don’t worry.” The groomsmen winks after Curtis’ expression changes, and your husbands place is taken by Laney.
You watch Curtis go, walking with the groomsmen to big the couple their goodbyes, and then you lean against Laney.
“You’re gonna tell him right?” She wonders, handing you a glass of sparkling juice.
“Tomorrow,” you rest a hand on your abdomen and smile, “I’ll tell him the good news tomorrow.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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5&6 with cowboy Curtis 100%!
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If his life had to be reduced to mere moments instead of entire chapters, every glimpse of his happiness would’ve reflected times with you. If he had to describe and allocate the highs of his life to some omnipotent author, he would have spoken of you.
You were the light of his life, a woman he loved wholly and without fault. His relationship with his ex wife had never been as wondrous or deeply romantic, it had never made Curtis feel as if he was on top of the world. There was a draw to you, something that had made him feel as if he had never experienced real love before.
One of the pivotal reflections of his life, his romanticized experience with his mail order bride was the first kiss at twilight, fresh after the rain. The precipitation had created a haze, enhanced by the setting sun that aided the natural glow surrounding you. Curtis had been enraptured by you, again, entirely consumed by the hold you had on him.
He had tipped his head and rest his hands on your hips, shivering pleasantly when your thumbs framed his cheeks and fingers embraced the nape of his neck. He was waiting with bated breath until your lips brushed against his and your affectionate kiss was everything he’d wished for in life.
“I love you,” the statement was whispered against his lips, the endearment a fulfilled promise of your vows.
He remembered coming in from the field the afternoon after, dusty and worn from working with the cows. He had stepped into the house and kicked off his boots, flecks of mud and dried grass scattered upon the entrance. His ex would’ve cursed him out with spewing hatred for the dirt that coated the floors, but you greeted him with a warm smile.
“I’m almost done, are you hungry?” Curtis had negated to answer your question and instead he had walked toward you with purpose.
One hand grasped the spoon from you to stop yourself from potentially being burned, and the other hand slipped around your side, resting upon the slow to grow bump. He had stolen your attention and kissed you intensely, conveying all the passion he had for you into that moment. His tongue had found yours, his lips stretched into a smile as the kiss continued until you pulled away.
“I’m starving, darling.” His eyes reflected the intense warmth, the devotion and commitment to the first real taste of unending love he had experienced. “Love you, Mrs. Everett.”
“Love you too, Mr. Everett.”
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