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petcr3 · 10 months

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dreams | rhett abbott x reader

summary: rhett asks if reader ever wants to move out of their apartment, and before either of them know it, they’re planning out a future together.

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, my usual in depth cuddle descriptions because i am not normal, rhett getting to feel loved uwu, rhett being romantic because he IS i just know

a/n: this was completely unplanned, i was just yearning so hard an entire fic fell out

You’re curled up against Rhett’s chest, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he idly trails his fingers up and down the length of your spine.

“You ever think about leaving this place?” he asks.

“Wabang?”

“No.” A chuckle. “Well, yeah. But I just meant the apartment.” You hum in understanding, fingertips idly dancing along his side.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind living in a bigger place. Maybe a house someday.”

“Any chance I’m in that house with you?”

“Of course you are. There’s a little spot for you to curl up at the foot of my bed and everything.” Laughter rumbles in his chest and he leans down to nip harmlessly at the shell of your ear.

“Mean.”

You giggle and hide your face against his chest. He can feel you smiling against his skin. Despite your transgression, Rhett reaches up to play with your hair and you let out a contented sigh.

“There’s no house without you in it,” you say after a moment. It catches him a little off guard. Sure, he likes to think he plays a part in your fantasies about the future, but it’s something else to hear that he’s a fixture in them. Something clenches near his heart–– a beautiful ache that comes from a missing piece sliding home.

“Tell me more about it?” he asks, feeling suddenly a little vulnerable. You nose affectionately at his chest and pull him a little closer

“It’s got a lot of light. It’s big, but not too big, like, you can’t get lost in it. We wouldn’t need that kind of space. Mostly it just feels open and bright, you know? Lots of sun. Our bedroom has its own bathroom so I can listen to you sing to yourself in the shower.” Rhett lets out a quiet snort.

“Thought you did that anyway.”

“Yeah but now I can do it lying down. It’s a game changer.”

You’re funny, Rhett thinks. People don’t notice that enough. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Your head bobs a little with his gentle laughter.

“Go on.”

“We have a big ol’ bathtub–– one where we both fit.”

“Sexy.” He can’t help himself. You pinch his side, but he can still feel you smiling..

“We have a big yard. Maybe even big enough to keep horses, if you wanted.”

“What about a dog?”

“Well we’d have to get two, so they can have a friend.”

“Agreed.”

“What about you? What are you adding?” Rhett thinks for a moment.

“Nice deck. Rocking chairs or a porch swing so we can sit out and watch the stars at night.” You let out a happy little sound, and he can tell you’re picturing it. “Lots of blankets out there. You can get nice n’ cozy and I’ll bring us out hot toddies.” Rhett knows he’s not playing exactly by the rules of the game, but he’s starting to get lost in the idea of a future with you–– one that you seem to already be counting on. “The dogs like to sit by our feet. At least one of ‘em’s too big to sit in your lap, but you let ‘em anyway because you’re soft on ‘em.” He smiles. “Guess I probably am, too.”

You’ve always loved Rhett’s voice. It’s sexy as hell, sure, but it’s also unbelievably calming. Paired with his arms wrapped around you, it’s positively lethal. But he’s so wrapped up in the fantasy you two are creating, he doesn’t notice the way your breathing evens out or your grip on his waist starts to slacken.

“Once it gets too cold we head inside and you tell me just to leave the mugs in the sink because you don’t wanna go up to the bedroom by yourself even if it’s just for a few minutes. Our bedroom is big, but it’s cozy. You picked out most of the furniture but you always tell everyone I helped. I built our bed frame, though. You like to brag about that.” He knows he’s right because you still tell everyone you know about the end table he made for your living room last year. When he starts speaking again, he hardly realizes what he’s saying. It just starts to flow out of him.

“I ask you to marry me in that bed. I got a ring and a proposal all planned out but you have to go and look so beautiful one night that my plans go right out the window. I take you out for a walk like I was going to, though, and get down on one knee. You don’t even let me get up, you practically tackle me to the ground saying yes again. Maybe we get married out in the yard or we find some place pretty to go. But I think the ceremony happens outside; that feels right. We make Amy the flower girl even if she’s not a kid anymore. I’m crying the whole damn time and I don’t care who sees. You hold my hand even if we’re not supposed to.” He isn’t sure if that’s a rule–– he thinks maybe it isn’t–– but he knows you’d break it if there was one.

“I know we haven’t talked about kids, but…” Finally Rhett catches himself. “Well, I guess I’m getting a little carried away, there, huh?” For the first time in several minutes, he realizes you haven’t said a word. He nudges his nose against the crown of your head. “Sweetheart?” You shift a little bit, saying nothing. Rhett can’t help but laugh when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He leans back just enough to drag his thumb gently underneath your eye. “Sweetheart,” he tries again, a little louder.

“Mmm?” The sheets rustle as you start to wake, the sounds of a slow inhale as it fills your lungs. “Rhett?”

“Hey, sleepyhead,” and he thinks that maybe he’s never loved you so much as he does now. It’s not the first time he’s felt it–– he falls more in love with you every damn day. But his chest is full of something honey-thick, and warm. Your groggy expression is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. “Think you fell asleep.” You blink some of the sleep from your eyes.

“Oh fuck!” you swear through a yawn. Your eyes seem bigger than ever when you peer up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just you were playing with my hair and your voice is so soothing and––”

“It’s okay,” he says softly, “it was kinda cute.”

“No, but I wanna hear what you were saying!”

“You’re tired, honey. Let’s go to sleep and I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“No,” you say, wiggling out of his embrace and sitting up. “I wanna hear everything. No details skipped.” Rhett only smiles up at you, expression growing mischievous, lips sealed tight.

“Here,” you say, oblivious to the fact that he’d do anything you asked. “You can put your head in my lap. I’ll play with your hair. But you have to tell me everything I missed.” He chuckles and tucks his head against your thigh. His eyes flutter shut and a happy sigh leaves him as you begin to card your fingers through his hair.

“Where’d I lose you?”

“I let the big dogs sit on my lap.” He grins up at you, eyes peeking open.

“Oh good, so you missed the proposal.” You freeze.

“The what?”

“You heard me.” And the smug bastard has the nerve to shut his eyes again, settling back into your lap.

“Rhett Abbott, you open your eyes right now.”

“Hmm… nope.” You tug at his hair but he just lets out a contented groan. He can’t see you glaring at him, and it’s hard to keep it up when your heart is threatening to melt down into nothing and kill you. You think that maybe you’ve never loved Rhett as much as you do in this very moment.

“Did you mean it?” you ask, voice suddenly small. Rhett opens his eyes, expression serious now.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And you’re not even gonna tell me?” you cry. He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss against your tummy.

“I’ll tell you everything else. I promise. But some things ought to be a surprise, don’t you think?” You let out a huff, but it’s all fondness.

“Okay, so I’m a pushover with the dogs, and?”

“You leave the mugs in the sink overnight because you can’t stand to be without me, even for a second.” You give him a look, but you know it’s true.

Luckily, if everything goes to plan, you won’t have to.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x you #outer range imagine #lewis pullman x reader #nobody perceive me #pls and thank you

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gingerandcelery · 11 days

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what i would do moving forward if i was watcher entertainment except i don't know anything about business

statement by morning, something like "we've heard you, we're listening. more coming soon." they need to say something, they are loosing subscribers by the minute. including me :D

video posted by monday. here's my vision: the three of them walk into frame with clown shoes (there is sound effects), they have clown makeup and wigs. because this was a clown move. they break down what tf is going on over there and why they felt the need to make this decision?? if your on the verge of bankruptcy just say that. swallow your pride, bring your fucking accountant in and have them break down the costs of things.

delete the patreon, have podcasts on the main channel for free and also on the streaming platform. wild move that they expect people to pay for two platforms for their content?? it's literally just a podcast this is not high budget content, if they want patreon as a cheaper option they could even move things like are you scared, too many spirits on there. bring it down to like $3 a month or something idk people would probably be more willing to pay that than $6 a month.

there needs to be more incentive to sign up to the streaming platform. when dropout launched, it still had plenty of content on youtube for free and continues to upload free content, they also have a large ensemble, and new content daily. watcher will have four videos a month for $6. that's the difference between a meal/ticket home for a lot of people.

so they could put more of their behind the scenes workers as on screen talent (smosh/gmm situation), or take in other buzzfeeders maybe? idk just there needs to be a way to get more content. as it is this isn't enough to justify it.

crowdfund for the pricer projects like worth it, ghost files. this is what starkid does, people are willing to put money towards things they specifcially want to see. but if people are wanting to watch just ghost files & mystery files, theres not enough content to justify $60usd a month.

have a meeting where you realise who your target audience is and understand it is largely people 15 - 35, who do not have income spare/do not have income that can go towards an extra frivolous thing such as this.

most of the audience has followed for shane and ryan, and their dynamic. lots of people have followed for ghost files/mystery files, people don't care about these shows being super high budget!! especially mystery files, that could honestly be filmed with one camera, two of them behind a desk rhett and link style there is no need to have so much money dedicated to such a low budget concept. this would also allow bigger seasons for files.

please watcher revaluate your choices. i think people will permenantly have a changed view of you going forward but you can still save what you have.

#watcher #watcher entertainment #sorry i had to get this out of my head i have been thinking about this all day. its one of the worst business decisions i have seen since #last week

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yesihaveaobsession · 1 month

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It Goes Like This

Alastor x female reader

Summary: Alastor surpiries you and you two dance in the rain :D

A/N- Thomas Rhett is my favorite artist of ALL TIME and so this was inspired by the music video and I just pictured this song as a dancing in rain type so I hope yall enjoy this fic and the song if you decide to listen to it!

You were in the lobby, seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. It wasn't until the sound of laughter drifted in from outside that you looked up, noticing the downpour. You couldn't help but wonder who, in their right mind, would be outside in such weather. Curiosity got the best of you, and you grabbed an umbrella before heading out. Standing under the scant cover of the hotel, you spotted Alastor standing in the rain, laughing.

He sensed your presence and turned around, his front hair clinging to his forehead as he smiled.

"There you are, my dear," he said. You held the umbrella over yourself and approached him, wearing a smile but also a look of confusion. I mean, it's Alastor. He did a lot of weird and out-of-the-ordinary things, but this... this might as well top the cake.

"Alastor! What are you doing out in this weather?" you asked, ducking beneath your own flimsy umbrella.

"Why, enjoying the rain, of course! It's quite invigorating, don't you think?" Alastor replied with a grin, his eyes gleaming mischievously. You just stared at him, watching his suit stick to him more by the minute.

Before you could respond, he extended his hand towards you. "Care to join me in a dance, my dear?" You hesitated, unsure of his intentions, but something about the way his eyes sparkled with excitement drew you in. With a laugh, you placed your hand in his, allowing him to lead you onto the rain-drenched pavement, causing you to drop your umbrella.

Your hair and clothing soon stuck to your form, and you chuckled as Alastor twirled you, causing the puddles under your feet to move with the rhythm. His grin widened as he caught your eye. "Well, my dear, what do you say we kick it up a notch?"

With a snap of his fingers, the radio crackled to life, filling the air with the upbeat melody of "It Goes Like This" by Thomas Rhett from his cane. Alastor winked at you before breaking into a lively two-step, encouraging you to do the same. This wasn't really his cup of tea, but sharing this beautiful moment with you was more important.

Laughing and spinning, you followed his lead, completely swept up in the exhilaration of the moment. The rain soaked through your clothes, plastering your hair to your forehead and leaving you breathless, but you couldn't care less. You and Alastor locked eyes and felt a spark between you, almost as if you wondered if he felt the same.

In that moment, everything seemed to fade away as you found yourself lost in the song and each other's company.

And as the song reached its crescendo, you couldn't help but agree with Alastor's sentiment.

"Yes, indeed," you thought as you twirled once more with a grin, "you definitely want some more of this." As Alastor spun you one last time, you became face to face, your now drenched hair in your face. He used his claw to push it aside, and you both smiled at each other. You knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable journey together.

"I know you were having a bad day." He said and your eyes searched his.

"You did?" You asked and he nodded.

"Is this what you needed?"

"Yes, yes it was.'

#alastor #alastor x you #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #the radio demon #hazbin hotel #i have an obsession #Spotify

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withahappyrefrain · 1 year

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If your requests are still open, please may I request number 23 from the fluff list for our favourite cowboy Rhett Abbott? I've never watched Outer Range but thanks to Tumblr I'm now obsessed with him 😍 I am also crazy obsessed with your writing and have spent most of my lunch hour reading through your work. You are one talented lady 😘

Hello folks, I present Smitten!Rhett. Some language, lots of pining. I can't write a blurb to save my life.

Shoutout to @rae-gar-targaryen for reading over this and giving amazing feedback and being the reason why I was able to end this fic

You stood out like a sore thumb at the bar.

The neon lights highlighted your sweet smile. How your eyes lit up and the corners around them crinkled. The way your nose slightly scrunched up as you waved your delicate hand to the bartender. The flex of your jaw as you called out your drink order.

Rhett couldn't take his eyes off you. Every motion, every little gesture, every small change was memorizing.

It made no sense to him that an angel like you was in a place like this. Not the bar, but Wabang of all the places. It just didn't add up.

He was already three glasses of straight whiskey in. Normally that wouldn't bother him. Certainly wouldn't stop him from going up to you and making a move, just like he did with all the other buckle bunnies.

But that's not what you were. Rhett couldn't put his finger on it, but you were different somehow. He just knew it. So he just stayed in the corner of the bar, stealing glances when he could, observing you chat to other folks.

Disappointment flared through his heart when he saw you accept your check from the bartender. A whole night had gone by and all he had done was just stare at you.

Disappointment was beginning to morph into anger at himself when the most incredulous thing happened.

You peered up through your lashes, your bright eyes meeting his.

And then you smiled at him.

Your smile put him at ease. Rhett could feel all the tension leave his body, a lightness replacing the anger and bitterness he could never shake off until now.

By the time he had processed it, you were gone.

So Rhett looked for you everywhere after that night. He offered to go to the store, go into town for any little thing. He even went to church with Cecelia and Amy.

Not that he paid any attention to what the pastor was saying. Instead, his cerulean eyes searched for your face amongst the crowd, desperate for another encounter-one where he could actually talk to you.

Who needed heaven when you existed?

After no luck the following week, Rhett began to sink into despair. It was entirely possible that you had just stopped by that one night, a pitstop in-between visits. It was entirely possible he would never learn your name, much less what your voice sounded like. You would just represent a million what-if's, a million regrets, a million-

"Can I get a gin and tonic?"

Rhett gripped the glass of whisky in his hand. The voice was sweet and lithe. It was comforting, like finding an old toy from your childhood that had been tucked away for many years.

Part of him didn't want to look, afraid to find disappointment. He shouldn't be afraid, considering all the disappointments life had handed him in the past.

Somehow he got the courage to look up. and suddenly, all the other nights he had come in to only leave alone and disheartened were worth it. There you were, at the bar, just a few feet away.

Rhett's eyes followed you as you grabbed your drink and walked over to a booth. You were alone.

Maybe you were waiting for other folks to show up. Maybe friends, maybe a date. Rhett's stomach lurched at the thought.

He didn't usually have a problem going up to girls and talking to them. In fact, he was known for it. He knew all the tricks; a tip of the hat to them, cranking up the drawl in his voice like a dial on an old radio, as he leaned in to whisper something dirty in their ear that he never meant, but it would get them into bed with him that night.

And yet, the only thing he could (barely) get out when he walked up to you was, "Is-is this seat taken?"

You looked up to find eyes as deep as the sea staring at you.

A hesitant smile stretched across your face as you took him in. Meanwhile, Rhett was trying to count all the different hues in your eyes.

"Depends on what you're hoping to get out of it," you told him before taking another sip of your drink.

"A conversation?" He looked down at his feet, hoping you wouldn't be able to see that the tops of his cheeks were turning pink. Rhett feels himself flush with an uncommon sense of embarrassment, he feels stupid for thinking someone like you would want to talk to some cowboy who's more known for the notches on his bedpost than the number of successful rodeos he's been in.

Rhett was about to turn around, mumbling an apology when your voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

"I'd like that."

It wasn't until you motioned to the empty spot next to you that Rhett believed what you said.

Talking to you was the easiest thing he had ever done. The conversation flowed freely as you two talked about anything and everything under the artificial lights of the bar.

You were new to town. The reason Rhett never saw you throughout the day was because you were a teacher at the local elementary school. It was also why you didn't come to the bar that often. You taught fourth grade, the solar system was your favorite subject to teach and you had a cat named Rusty.

Rhett was a man of few words, except apparently when it came to you. For the first time since God knows when, he found himself comfortable talking about himself. What bull riding was like, growing up on a ranch, dumb shit he did in high school.

Every time self-doubt began to creep its way into his head, trying to tell him that no one, especially you, wanted to hear him, your bright eyes and sweet smile reassured him.

He liked it. He liked you.

Which was why when he saw sleep in your eyes, he said "We should do this again."

"I think we should," you grinned, the gesture making Rhett's heart flutter.

And so that's what you two did. You would meet up, sometimes at the bar, sometimes at the local diner. Occasionally, Rhett would take you out to the pasture and the two of you would lie in the bed of his trunk with pillows and blankets while you watched the stars.

No matter the location, the two of you would just talk, learning about each other as much as possible. Trying to make each other smile as much as possible.

"You have a great smile, you should show it more," you told Rhett, secretly enjoying how the tips of his ears were turning pink at your compliment.

"You make that easy," He muttered, slyly grinning at how your nose scrunched up, a tall tale sign that you were flustered.

It was true. Life was a lot easier to swallow when you were around. You were the highlight of his day and he counted down the minutes until he could see you again.

Rhett never thought about married life until you came along. He always assumed that wasn't for him, given his numerous failed attempts at being in a relationship. After Maria, he assumed that it just wasn't in him.

Perhaps there wasn't something wrong with him. Perhaps he had just been with the wrong people.

Because he could envision that life with you so clearly. It was easy to imagine with you.

It was why Rhett saw red when he walked into the bar one night to see Billy Tillerson talking to you at the bar.

That shithead wasn't paying any attention to what you were saying, he was too busy staring at your chest.

At first, Rhett wanted to go over there and punch him. But then that would put you at risk of getting hurt. As much as Rhett would love to give Billy a broken nose, he didn't want to hurt you.

So he opted for the next best thing.

"Hey Rhe-" your words turned into a shriek upon Rhett picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"Back off Tillerson," Rhett spat as he carried you out of the bar, ignoring your demands for him to put you down.

"What the hell was that about?!" You asked once your feet were back on the ground. You two were outside the bar now, ignoring the strange looks from the other bar patrons.

"Did you see how he was looking at ya? He didn't want to actually talk to ya," Rhett huffed.

"I figured that out within two minutes. But I was handling him just fine!" You placed your hands on your hips, matching Rhett's stance.

"I don't like him being around ya."

"And who are you to tell me who I can and can't be with?" It wasn't that you wanted to be around that Tillerson. Moreso you wanted Rhett to define what you two were. This dance you two had started had been going on for about a month now. It could end one of two ways: you and Rhett happy or you heartbroken. You'd rather know the ending now.

Rhett knew that too. Which was why he took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"I'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children." His voice was soft. Ironic, considering his words took the air out of your lungs.

"Probably?" Was all you could get out.

"I mean....we haven't talked about kids yet," He said, a sheepish look mixing with his flushed cheeks. His cerulean eyes that you thought about every night before you went to sleep were now looking everywhere except you.

"You haven't even kissed me yet, Rhett."

“I mean….I can fix that right now,” He ran a hand through his dark blonde locks, attempting to display some confidence after his whisky-fueled confession, “If-if you want.”

It was clear as day that he was nervous. Not that you mind. You had heard the stories, had been given all the warnings from your friends about Rhett Abbott. That he was only interested in three things: rodeos, drinking, and fucking. That he only looked for something quick that would satisfy his needs that night, leaving in the morning to never talk to you again.

But that’s not what happened when you met him. You were careful to keep your guard up, not that it was up for very long. Rhett broke down your walls, washed away all your hesitation with his attentiveness and sweetness he showered you in. When you spoke, he didn’t just listen. He hung onto your every word, like a child desperate to hear the end of their bedtime story before sleep took over.

For a while, you knew that he actually liked you. Knew that if you did take him into your bedroom, he wouldn’t run away before you woke up. But knowing and seeing it in action were two different things. And in the back of your mind, a seed of doubt still sprouted.

Until now.

“I was beginning to think you never would,” You smirked.

Now it was your turn to knock the air out of Rhett’s lungs just by a few words.

“Minx,” was all he could get out before he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. You could taste the remnants of whisky on his lips. The way his large hands were able to cup not just your jaw, but nearly your whole neck made you feel safe and secure. In that moment, nothing else mattered; not the bright neon lights that lit up the bar sign, or the onlookers telling you to get a room. All that mattered was that Rhett’s lips were soft and they were on yours.

“How many kids ya want?” He asked after you two parted for some much needed oxygen.

At first his words confused you, then you couldn’t help but chuckle when you made the connection, “At least three. Maybe four. Depends on how I feel when we get to our third one. You’re going to kiss me again, right?”

And Rhett was never one to refuse his lady.

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#my writing #rhett abbott #rhett abbot x reader #Lewis Pullman #Outer Range #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x female reader

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delopsia · 1 year

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I absolutely adored and loved the Rhett headcanons. Can we please get matching Bobby ones pretty pretty please with diabetes inducing amount of sugar on top 🥺🙏💕💕💕

Aaaaa, thank you! I was hoping somebody would ask for a set of Bobby headcanons! :D This got a little long again 💃

✧˖° General Bob Headcanons

Snores, but very, very lightly? To the point that he sounds more like a cat purring than anything. If you tell him he does it, he goes red in the face and denies it, even if you have video evidence of it. Bobby hears snoring and immediately thinks he must be snoring loud enough to guide ships through the fog...

Bob has this funny thing where he intentionally buys damaged products. He got left out of things a lot as a kid, the last to be picked for dodgeball, was always last to be partnered up for assignments, little things that never felt all too great.

So now he's taking home a dented can of Lysol because he knows how shitty it feels to be left out.

It is so, so easy to make this man smile. You can make the dumbest joke of all time, and Bob's got a cheesy grin that's brighter than the sun itself.

Bob doesn't always have the words to describe what he's feeling or trying to say. No matter how hard he tries, those words simply don't bubble up in the ol' noggin, and he's stuck stuttering until he can come up with something.

The longer he can't find the words he wants to use, the brighter his face goes. Blushes from the tips of his ears all the way down into his chest. Poor baby looks like he's been sunburnt

Buys trinkets that remind him of his friends, and he's got an entire shelf dedicated to housing them. A glass-blown phoenix that he found in a gift shop, a plush coyote that he picked up at the zoo, a horseshoe because his momma loves horses.

Has a talent for origami. It started out as a meaningless thing to ease his nerves, but it quickly devolved into an obsession. Flowers, elephants, stars, butterflies, he knows no bounds. He's been known for leaving them in places and waiting around the corner to see who takes it. There's no better feeling than watching someone find it and take it with them.

That being said, Bob showers his significant other in them. Once he becomes comfortable, you will never know peace. There are stars in your cups, there were origami flowers lining the edge of your clawfoot bath this morning, and you've been finding hearts for months.

Hates when people stand behind him. It's more of a nervous thing than anything because there is nothing worse than thinking you're alone and sensing someone looming behind you. If Bob can find a spot where his back is to the wall, you best believe he will be there.

Bobby can play the guitar and the piano, but he's so, so shy about it. He doesn't know where to look or what to do with his eyes while he's playing it, and he really, really doesn't know what to say if you compliment him on it.

Green thumb. Every plant is safe with Robert Floyd; growing up on a farm, it's hard not to get good at growing things. From dandelions to lettuce, he can garden just about anything.

Also happens to talk to the flowers as if they can hear him. "Hi buddies, are you getting enough sunshine?" "Hold on, hold on, I'll water you in a second." "Do you need me to rotate you?"

Eats all one type of food before moving on to the next thing on his plate. It's more of a focus thing than anything; Bob just doesn't...think to switch from the mashed potatoes to the green beans until the potatoes are completely gone.

Speaking of food, Bob unintentionally gives his S/O food-themed pet names. Honey, peaches, sugar, pumpkin, sweetie. He hardly notices he's doing it; it's just one of those things that happened.

Bob could very well have his vision corrected with a simple surgery, but he chooses not to have it because he's so used to having glasses. He's been wearing glasses since he was five; they're a part of his identity at this point.

He's one of the unlucky ones who turn bright red when he drinks alcohol. Didn't realize it until someone pointed it out, and now he absolutely will not drink in public because he's afraid of turning as red as a stop light.

Drinks his coffee black. Primarily because he can never get the ratio of additives to his liking; too much creamer, but then it's too much sugar, and oh, well, would you look at that, he accidentally grabbed the salt instead of the sugar.

Animal lover to the core. Please take him to the zoo or the aquarium, he's been dying to go, but nobody will go with him :( His favorites have always been the red pandas and the jellyfish. For no reason other than he finds them cute.

Bob's got thighs for days. God, is it a sight to watch him struggle to get into his jeans. He's always gotta jump to get them past those perfectly pale thighs.

Does this thing where he gets lost in your eyes when you speak. He's listening, but good lord, he is absolutely drowning in the way your eyes twinkle as you talk to him. Chin in hand, humming along to whatever you have to say.

#bob floyd #robert floyd #bob #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd headcanons #bob top gun #top gun bob #top gun maverick #top gun #headcanons #delgato's asks #bob floyd x reader

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horsemanship | rhett abbott x reader

disclaimer: first time writing for darling rhett, please give feedback I love hearing from y’all! also let me know if you want a part 2 where they fuck on the meadow cause I’m down for that.

warnings: me waxing poetic about horses I guess! gn!reader, fluff

description: after Royal takes a nasty tumble, and the cattle needs moving - who better to help rhett work than you?

tags for people who might enjoy this: @theharddeck @lt-bradshaw @rhettabbotts @roosterforme @mak-32

It was early morning. For some it might even still be late night, some stumbling home along lonely paths - frightfully lost in their mindless stupor. It’d never occur to judge those for whom this hour was late, it was enviable. Living life to the fullest, taking all that it has to offer - that had to be admirable, right? But this hour was early, not late.

Stifling a yawn, bleary eyes searched for those perfect pair of jeans - the ones that were worn and comfortable for a day in the saddle. A worn long-sleeved t-shirt adorned your upper body already, along with a beat up dark green crew neck jumper. Finding the jeans, doing them up slowly and finding a suitable belt and shoes - you grabbed your water bottle and gear and headed out to the stables, grasping a baseball cap from the hanger by the door.

It had been late last night when Royal Abbott called your residence. It was rare that Royal ever asked for favors, so you knew it must've been rather dire. There had been a storm the previous night, and it seemed as if his cattle might've gotten spooked at the thunder - and so they had migrated to the wrong field for the season. He would've moved them himself, but he'd taken rather a nasty tumble earlier, and whilst he was certain he could make it - Cecilia would likely kill him if he tried. He grumbled in to the receiver that Perry and Rhett could probably manage it on their own if you couldn't help, and you heard Cecilia scowling in the background. A third rider would help if there were strays. She was of course right. So with a smile you'd hung up the phone, eager to spend the day with one of Royals' sons.

Growing up surrounded by all types of animals, you'd learnt early that a lot could be learnt from them. They signal clearly what they’re feeling - you just have to be perceptive enough to pick up on them, a notion that not many people seemed to hone in on these days. Everything had to be done efficiently and fast, which left little room for interpreting a live animals feelings. Animals expressed their feelings without regard, and you figured humankind could learn something from studying them.

Horses especially, are one of the most expressive animals there is. To the uninitiated they might seem like they just eat grass and swish their tails to lazily swat away flies, but if you knew their language you could tell a lot about them. Their signals were so subtle, the flick of an ear, the widening of the eyes, a shake of the head or a lick and chew all meant something different. You knew that you could tell a lot about a man from how he treated his horse, and how his horse treated him.

Royals’ steed trusted his rider, the rider was his leader and the horse seemed confident that Royal would not lead him astray. They were companions, with an understanding that not much more was between them than that.

Perry’s horse ignored his calls, probably because he could tell that in Perry’s eyes - the horse was just a means to an end. A way to get from point A to point B, and a tool to get his job done. It wasn’t that Perry mistreated the animal, it was just that Perry lacked the soul to truly understand his horse in the deeper way that others could. According to you, it said something of his character.

And then there was Rhett. His horse should hate him, considering he had a red mare. Mares were notorious for their mood, and red ones were considered the worst in the mood department. Mares seldom let people touch them, and if they did you would probably get a little nip in the side, an annoyed stomp of the hoof - or a high pitched whinny to let you know that she was not likely to do as you asked - unless you asked very pretty.

Rhett’s mare didn’t like a soul in the world except Rhett. When he called her name she came trotting, ears perked up forward and a low, comforting neigh always welcomed him. He had built such trust with his mare, that he could ask her of anything and she’d ask almost no questions. She still had her days, after all - she was still a mare. It was in her blood. But on the days she figured she knew best, Rhett took it in stride - often with a laugh and a smile if she got a bit cheeky with him, giving him a little buck or a kick of the leg as he spurred her on.

Growing up near Rhett you’d seen the blood sweat and tears he’d put in to make his mare trust him. You’d lost count of the times he’d landed on his back in the gravel, and always getting up with a smile “I’m sorry, sweetheart - I asked the wrong way didn’t I?” It made your heart clench. He knew that it was never the horses fault if there was a miscommunication, he hadn’t asked the right question. He’d started working her from the ground, in one of the round pens, to gain her trust in him to lead her. She was skittish at first, and very stubborn. But Rhett took it all in stride, speaking softly, moving slowly and taking it all in her time.

You think maybe that’s why you fell in love with Rhett. How he treated his mare spoke volumes about his ability to love, to cherish, to listen and to understand. He was attentive, he had a soft soul that gave so much to others and asked for so little back. You could tell he wished that someone would put in enough time to truly understand him too, the way he understood his mare. As you saddled up your beautiful buckskin, you couldn’t help but wish that he’d let that someone be you.

As if the animal beside you could tell that you were deep in thought, he gently nudged you with his muzzle. It was his way of saying - so you’ve saddled and bridled me, attached my saddle bags and gear, are you going to get on today? Chuckling, you placed your baseball cap on your head, put your boot in the stirrup and hoisted yourself easily up on his back. You gave your horse and appreciative pat before gently smacking your lips to make him walk. As you rode towards the Abbott ranch, the sun had started to drown the pastures in a pale orange glow.

The steady movement of your horses walk made your hips move slightly in time with the gait, and it felt as natural as if you were walking yourself. The saddle, being well worn was comfortable, it had to be with the hours you’d need to spend in it. This was second nature to you, as easy as breathing. Nearing the Abbott stables, you spotted Perry and Rhett leading their horses out of the stable. A small chuckle escaped your lips as you saw Rhett’s mare clack her teeth at Perry’s horse. Perry had led him far too close to Rhett’s mare for her liking, and Rhett glared at Perry as the latter struggled his way up in the saddle.

“You know she doesn’t like that,” you heard Rhett grumble, as he gave his mare a soothing pat before swinging himself up in the saddle with ease. This was like breathing for him too. Rhett gave his mare another appreciative pat before letting a murmured "Good girl," slip from his lips, probably subconsciously. It made your cheeks heat up slightly, and you figured it best to make your presence known.

“‘Morning fellas,” you smiled as your horse halted in front of the two men. Perry smiled and nodded towards you, fixing his reins before he let them touch his horses neck to signal he should turn towards the pasture to begin walking.

Rhett smiled as he took in your appearance in the morning sun. It was almost enough to take his breath away. “Morning, sunshine” he smiled as he softly asked his mare to walk next to yours - at a respectable distance of course. Though your horse and his mare got along better than the mare and Perry’s horse.

You smiled, and had to take a deep breath as you took in Rhett’s riding attire. He wore his cowboy hat, something you secretly loved about him. Along with jeans, cowboy boots and a thick, old and worn jacket with a faded aztec print on. It had probably been Royal’s at some point.

“Been a while since I saw you,” Rhett continued, as the sun rose higher in the sky as you searched for the herd. You ducked your head, wondering if you should confess.

“I’ve been to all of your rodeos lately, but you haven’t seen me,” you spoke softly, offering him a sheepish smile. His eyes widened, as he turned his upper body towards yours, his brows furrowed a little as he spoke “No way, I would’ve seen you! Why didn’t you come up to me afterwards?”

“You were surrounded by your family and some girls and I didn’t want to be a bother,” you rambled, feeling your cheeks heat up in the cool morning air. Rhett let out a low chuckle before shaking his head.

“You never bother me, sunshine,” as he spoke, his keen eyes had spotted the heard, and he only had to give you a look before you’d spurred your horses on to start working.

You worked the cattle well into the afternoon, and as they were now peacefully walking towards their correct pasture, Perry asked if the two of you could handle the rest - he needed to head back to pick up Amy from school. Rhett and you nodded as your horses walked behind the heard, waving at him as he steered home.

Rhett looked beautiful in the afternoon sun, a thin sheen of sweat had gathered on his forehead, and in the junction of his throat. He’d since long shed his jacket, fastening it to the saddle in preference of riding in a black, tight t-shirt. You bit your lip softly as he caught you gazing at him. He smiled softly at you, and his beautiful blue eyes felt as if they saw right through you. It was as if he could anticipate your every slight mood swing, and he averted his gaze with a hint of a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. Suddenly you felt like his mare. He didn’t want to scare you off.

“Rhett?” You spoke softly, your voice almost drowned out by the sound of the wind rustling the leaves on the trees.

“Yeah, sunshine?” you licked your lips.

“Do you ever think of me?”

You’d come to a halt, having led the cattle to the correct pasture. You let your horse graze for a bit as you turned to look at Rhett. His eyes were soft, and a lopsided smile adorned his face. He didn’t answer right away, instead dismounting his mare and tying up her reins. He took a few short strides before he stood beneath you, his palm spread on your jean clad thigh. Instinctively, you knew he was asking you to dismount as well. You swung your leg across the horses neck, sitting side saddle for a moment, before you felt Rhett’s strong hands on your hips as you slid down from the saddle.

“Hi,” he whispered with a charming smile, his face so close to yours as he held your hips.

“H-hi” you stuttered out, and Rhett groaned.

“Do I ever think of you, sunshine?” he repeated, leaning into your body, letting you feel his broad chest with the palms of your hand, could feel his slightly erratic heartbeat and the steady rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. His arms had wound around you and rested at your lower back.

“You are always on my mind,” he whispered, his lips gracing your ear softly, his breath ghosting over your neck before his lips followed its path. Your hands gripped his t-shirt, wanting to pull him impossibly close to you and never let go - you wanted him with you, always. Wanted to feel his body against yours like this for the rest of time.

“Rhett,” the whisper of his name, tumbling breathlessly from your lips sounded like a song to him, and the whisper seemed to echo in the mountains - as if you had spoken his name to the gods above and made him who he was. Rhett retreated from his position at your throat, looking into your eyes, trying to read your very soul. He licked his lip, and slowly reached a hand up to tilt his hat back a little - giving you plenty of time to spook, to flee - but your smile lit up the autumn afternoon, and Rhett let the tip of his nose gently touch yours lovingly - teasing you by letting it caress yours.

“Rhett” you spoke again, his name now an impatient prayer that sunk so deliciously into his own skin.

“Yes, sunshine?” He murmured with a smile, his lips so close to yours that you could almost feel them move.

“Kiss me.” it was a breathless question, a whine almost - needing him to take from you what you were willing to give him. You swore you almost heard him whimper at your tender request, but you couldn’t be too sure as he’d closed the gap between the two of you, slotting his pink lips against yours in a searing kiss. He inhaled sharply at the feelings that small kiss stirred deep within him. It didn’t just shoot straight to the gutter as it normally would, but it started a storm of emotions deep within his chest, like an ache that had been slumbering but was now awoken and soothed at the same time.

He broke free to let your name fall from his lips, and it surprised him that tears were burning in his eyes.

Your soft smile and reassuring touch told him that he had finally let you in. Had finally let you be the one to see him and cherish him as he was. He almost beat himself up for not seeing it sooner.

“It’s always been you, hasn’t it, sunshine?” He spoke softly, his hands fluttering over your body in disbelief.

“I’ve wanted it to be me,” you confessed, smiling at the storm of emotions playing on Rhett’s face. You could tell this was overwhelming for him. You were afraid he’d never been loved unconditionally before, on his terms. “But I wanted to give you time. I wanted to understand you first, and I feel like I do now,” you continued, pushing a stray strand of his hair behind his ear, tucking it neatly into his hat.

“And you’ve been here this whole time,” he hiccuped, feeling the emotions drain from his high strung and stressed body.

“And I’ll continue to be here for as long as you need me,” you smiled, pecking his lips sweetly. Rhett’s eyes fluttered close at that statement, his breath stuttering in his throat as he thought of the implication of that.

The notion that maybe you could love him, all of him, as he were. Without having to leave, without having to change. He was good enough to you just as he was now. Rhett. He let his forehead rest against yours, and your eyelids fluttered closed too as you drank in the feeling of the late afternoon sun warming your face. Inhaling the sweet puffs of air that left the lips of the man you now felt you truly understood.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott fluff #sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged 🙈

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bradshawsbaby · 2 months

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How do you think Lew's respective characters propose to their significant others? Because I feel like I think about this A LOT.

Oh my gosh, as if I wasn’t yearning enough! 🥲

I think Bob would go all out with something really romantic. The two of you go on a weekend getaway to a sweet, picturesque little town like Carmel-by-the-Sea. He takes you on a private picnic, where he surprises you with all your favorite snacks and treats, before getting down on one knee and asking you if you’ll spend forever with him. Of course you say yes, tears in your eyes and the biggest smile on your face. When you get back to town, Bob’s already arranged for dinner reservations at the restaurant you’ve been eyeing all weekend.

Rhett is more lowkey. Both of you are happiest when you’re together, just the two of you, the rest of the world fading away. So I can picture him proposing in front of the fireplace, the two of you snuggled up together under the blankets when he pulls the ring out of his pocket. You’re stunned, almost at a loss for words until he teases you about leaving him waiting. Then you’re all over him, shouting yes in between kisses. He’s barely gotten the ring on your finger before you’re tumbling to the floor, making love in front of the fireplace all night long.

Like Rhett, I think Calvin would also keep his proposal subdued and lowkey. He doesn’t really like anybody but you, so he doesn’t need anyone else around 😂 After dinner, he’d put a record on and ask you to dance—even though you tease him mercilessly about his dance moves—twirling you around the living room until your sides hurt from laughing. But by the end of the song, he’s down on one knee with a ring in his hand, and you can hardly hear the next song that comes on over your joyful shouts.

And why not throw in some Miles for good measure? I think he’d be really traditional about it—asking your father for his blessing and proposing with his mother’s engagement ring. He’d take you on a drive to watch the sunset, fumbling over his words as he tries to pull the ring out of his pocket. It’s not a perfect proposal, but it’s perfect to you. And you tell him so as you kiss his lips and let him slip the ring on your finger.

#bob floyd #rhett abbott #calvin evans #miles miller #lewis pullman

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Home Sweet Home | Chapter 1. Back to You

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting.

The Summer breeze felt so fresh on your skin, it almost felt like a part of you. Looking in the mirror you see your baby boy sound asleep. Not really having a care in the world. Looking back on your life the past 8 years, was very bittersweet. Having Ollie wasn’t really in the cards. You weren’t really sure if you would have kids. But after your son was born, and seeing him take his first breath into life, you would trade it for the world. But you would question the father of your son. The reason you're driving away from him without him knowing. But none of that sad stuff you start to think, you are starting a new life with your son and having a better future for him and for yourself too. Also, only telling your mom and dad that you were moving back, they were excited not only their baby was coming back home, but they would also finally get to see their grandbaby.

Gabe never let your parents see Ollie when he was first born. Telling you “I just want it to be us when he’s born.” You never really questioned him, only because he would tell you off. Or on occasion he would like to push you around, almost killing you one time. So, you fell for his little game. But in the end, it was too late to call your parents. Also, Gabe wasn’t with you either when you were in labor. He went out drinking and never came back until 2 days later.

But you were finally leaving that part of your life behind. A life you never want to look back on, especially with your son. You never wanted Ollie growing up around someone who was so unbearable, and tortuous around you. Especially a person who would physically and mentally hurt you. Until you were only a shell of yourself. You just wish you could never see that part of yourself ever again.

With a couple more minutes of driving, you finally pull up to your childhood home. Immediately spotting the little tire swing, thinking back to when you would be on it all day playing with Rhett. Always asking him to push you higher and wanting to always reach for the clouds. Rhett even though you were 6 and 7, and not that much strength he always gave his all trying to make your dream come true.

Leaving your thoughts behind you spot your parents. Edith and Robert Pritchett were loving parents, loving and supporting. Not really happy when they couldn’t see their first grandchild in the world. But they always got updates on Ollie and sent videos of him when he said his first words or taking his first steps. They were always there for you. They never really understood what happened between you and Gabe, but that really didn’t matter right now. They are just happy their baby and grandbaby are here.

Walking up to the house with a sleeping baby on your hip snuggled into your neck and walking up to your mom and dad greeting them with a hug and a kiss on the head.

“Did you have to drive long?” your mother asked coming up to you with an excited expression on her face. Finally having her baby home safe in her arms.

“No mama, we stopped a couple of times, got a little fussy" pointing your head towards Ollie. "But we're here.” I spoke.

“I’m so happy to have you home, we have a lot of catching up to do”, eyeing Ollie with a little smile. Walking up to your dad wrapping you up in a bear hug, whispering in your hair “Glad to have you home cub.”

Trying to hold back tears you have not heard that nickname in such a long time. The last time you ever remember your dad calling you cub was when you were leaving to go to the city.

The only thing you can say back is “It’s good to be home… I-I missed you daddy.”

“You too”

Walking into your home and getting hit with a scent of your childhood. The smell of cinnamon when you would bake desserts with your mom every Sunday after church. The other scent of fresh firewood, from using the fireplace in the family room when it got chilly outside. All happy memories flood in like a big hug, and you never want to let go.

Climbing up the steps to your old room was nerve wracking. Wondering if your room was the same as you left it, boy band posters on the wall, childhood drawings that were framed by your mom even though you ask her a million times not to. But knowing her she will do it anyways. Walking in was just like you never left. Sometimes you wish you never did leave the comfort of your home, just wanting to be in the comfort and protection of your family.

Looking around you see your bed the same way you left it when you moved. Almost looks like you never left. You move to the bed to lay Ollie down and put pillows around him, so he won't fall. Looking at his soft features on his face and thanking God he didn’t get any of his features or looks. He is a little carbon copy of yourself. His little nose wrinkles when you brush away the hair on his forehead. Then, kissing his forehead and slowly and quietly trying to put up his pack and play together but you realize he’s probably going to sleep with you in your bed.

He’s a mama’s boy through and through.

You leave your sleeping baby in your room to finish out his nap, you go downstairs and sit in the living room to watch some tv trying to relax and settle your mind. For some reason you keep getting random phone calls from an unknown number. She didn’t believe it was Gabe because she knew his number, and she did delete his number from her phone and bought a new one before she left. She had some money saved from her 2 waitressing jobs. Those 2 jobs were the only thing keeping you and Ollie afloat. Even though Gabe had a job, he would take a little “vacation” only to find out when you showed up to his job, he was fired for missing work and sleeping with the boss.

You knew that was the last straw you had with Gabe. But you started to feel this deep pang in your chest. You realized you finally want to leave him after he cheated on you. You didn't want to leave him when he was beating you. Not when he would call you worthless, and stupid. If you would go back in time, you would leave the second he laid a hand on you. Or even called you names. But you blame yourself. You decided to stay, and this was the life you chose. You wish you could go back to the little girl you once were. The little girl who didn’t have a care in the world, who would sing at the top of her lungs in the car while driving to church, and who loved and cared about anyone that walked into her life.

But now you have to be careful who you bring into your little life. Epically who you would bring around Ollie, he was your whole world. You would want to see your baby heartbroken.

Snapping out of your own thoughts and wiping the tears that were running down your face. You sat on the couch with the remote in your hand, flipping through channels to see what was good on tv. Your dad is sitting in his usual spot. In his big lounge chair with a beer in his hand and watching time go by. While in the background you hear the house phone ring, and your mom answers it. Only to find out it was none other than Cecilia Abbott.

“Hello Celeila, how are ya doin' dear.” Trying to ignore the phone call you continue to flip through the channels. But you can’t seem to keep your mind off the phone call. You try to listen in. But the only thing you can hear clearly is your mom saying, “And so how are things with Rhett?” You clearly don’t want to know what was going on with Rhett. You pass the remote to your dad and go upstairs to fetch your purse.

Needing to distract your mind and also needing to go to the market to buy some things for yourself and Ollie. You slowly tip-toe into your room and grab your bag. After that you walk over to your still sleeping baby and kiss him again on the forehead trying not to wake him. You softly whisper “I’ll see you soon baby.” Then slowly make your way back downstairs.

Once you are back down you say to your parents “Going to the store and getting some stuff, need anything?” “Where fine honey, be careful” your mom says. You walk out the door to get in your car to go to the store.

Walking up and down the aisle grabbing just the necessities. Diapers, wipes, body wash and some food you plan on making with your mom. You see your phone lights up inside your bag, when you grab it you look at the screen, and it’s the same unknown number. You just want to get this stupid number to stop calling you, you don’t think twice and answer. “Hello… anybody there. Or are you just gonna not talk and keep ignorin’ me?” Your drawl coming out and speaking in an aggravated tone.

“Hey Sunny girl… Why’d ya leave.” You tense up. Hearing that raspy, low voice sends a chill down your spine. So many questions run through your mind. How did he get your number? Does he know you're back home? Where is he?

You don’t say anything back, you're too frightened to speak up. He speaks again “I miss you baby, please come hom-” “D-Don't ever call this p-phone again and stay a-away from my f-family.” Without any other thought you hang up, shove your phone in your purse and try to make your way through the market so you can go home and be with Ollie, and the rest of your family. Where you're safe and protected.

Ollie’s safe and protected.

When you're walking up to the cashier line, you hear a husky low voice call out for you from behind.

“Sunny girl… is that you?”

You slowly turn around and your skin goes cold, you just stand there and freeze like you're a statue. Once again, you're too frightened to speak. The only thing you can say in such a quiet voice, not caring if he can hear you or not.

“R-Rhett”

End.

Once again, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm so excited to be on this journey with all of you.❤️❤️

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fandomwe1rd0 · 2 months

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One thing that keeps me watching Rick and Morty is Rick's character development. He still is a horrible person yeah, not denying that. But we know that he's going to therapy and you can see a clear difference from how he treats Morty in season one to how he treats Morty in season 6-7. Let's use the pilot as an example, in the pilot Rick literally drags Morty out of bed, nearly bombed the earth, Morty stopped him and I assume they went back very late which led to Morty being incredibly tired and Rick not really caring. That's the opening, now let's compare that to the opening of "Full Meta Jackrick" (Love that episode btwwww) Now it starts with a previous leon sprial with Rick being the only one who knows it's fake. And when they get to the chamber that counteracts Leon's toxic, he encourages Morty to say "Next time on Rick and Morty" showing trust in him, then when they do catch previous leon, Rock warns Morty to hold on tight, already showing more care than in the pilot. Speaking of which let's move back to the pilot shall we? So Rick drags Morty out of school again and proceeds to go to another dimension with Mega seeds. Morty forgets to turn on the boots and falls down a cliff and breaks his legs. Rick just seemed annoyed at Morty for not turning them on despite it being Rick's fault for not letting Morty know that before hand, and only attempts to resolve the situation when Morty complains. Moving onto Full Meta Jackrick, so after they capture previous leon, Rick gives Morty some googles and turns them on for him, a small detail but still it already shows the differences in the pilot, when Rick and Morty are getting their asses whooped by Jesus, Rick without hesitating gives Morty a remote to escape the Meta layer saying "Morty! Take this and get out! " and has a lot oothother small moments of him protecting Morty thought out the episode. Now back to the pilot, Rick and Morty eventually get the Mega Seeds, and Rick asks Morty to uh stick them up his butt, Morty clearly doesn't want to but Rick pressures him and Morty eventually agrees. So they go through interdimsional customs and turns out the seeds where for nothing since they can still track it with a new machine, so Rick gives Morty a gun and tells Morty to shoot them lying and saying they are robots when Morty expresses concern Rick just hand waves it away saying it was a figure of speech, when Morty and Jessica were actually getting along Rick drags Morty away, let's the Mega seeds dissolve so he can convince Beth and Jerry to let him go on adventures with Morty, then proceeds to rant to Morty about 100 years Rick and Morty. Ok we're at the ending now let's examine full Meta Jackrick, Rick tells Morty that his life matters which is already a step above what we're used to, helps Morty up when he runs into barrels, looks worried when Morty jerks forward when tied up in a chair, keeps Morty put of protago nick's ray, keeps Morty out of Rhett Con's retcon range, helps Morty out of an orange (long story) and even gives Morty his lab coat and shields him from the wind when Morty was shivering from cold and again looks worried for Morty(I'm so normal about this scene)

Rick also attempts to drown someone when he thinks they took advantage of Morty so that's fun, and that's it, I like how you can clearly see differences from season 1 to season 6, I'm sorry this post got so long but I hope you enjoyed it!

#rick and morty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick c137 #full meta jackrick #rick #and #morty

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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Rhett thought:

He is away for rodeo. Comes back to find you asleep in his bed wearing one of his of old shirts bc it smells like him.

harley davidson.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ c/w: fluff, kissing, spanking, mentions of masturbation, rhett dirty talking and encouraging it, but also rhett being soft, swearing.

￫ a/n: 🥺 i love this rhett thought, a lot. thank you so much my love, i hope you enjoy! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Rhett absolutely hated being away from you for a long period of time, and he tries to avoid it the best he can. But this time, there was one rodeo show he just couldn’t miss. The drive was way over state, so not only would he be gone for one night, when he came back the next day it would be so late you’d be softly asleep in your bed.

Rhett creaked along the floorboards, twisting the door knob to open your bedroom door. Even though his heart was pounding out of his chest at the thought of seeing you again, he didn’t want to disturb his sweetheart. Dusted along your shared bedroom floor were fleeces, jumpers and old shirts all belonging to Rhett.

For a split second, he panicked thinking you had been burgled and maybe his sweetheart was gone, but his fists unclenched from his sides when he saw you, curled up on his side of the bed, his old Harley Davidson shirt on your sleeping frame. He was going to throw it out, but you begged him not to, all because of this very reason.

“No, no! I like that one.” You yelled at Rhett giggling, catching the t-shirt as he threw it into the trash bag.

“Sweetheart, it ain’t a clear out if you don’t clear anythin’.” He cupped your face with his hands, thumbs rubbing along your jawline.

“I know, I know. But just this one please. I like wearing it when you’re away, and wearing it when I touch myself…”You couldn’t help but peer up at him sheepishly through your lashes. You saw how Rhett’s eyes lit up at the thought, a chuckle escaping his lips at the thought.

“Fine by me, sweets.” He leaned next to your ear, breath hot on your skin, “as long as I can smell you on it after.” He smacked your ass and turned around to continue through the clear out, leaving your legs turn to near fucking jelly.

Your face was nuzzled into his pillow, his shirt tucked around your chin. It was the only way you could fall asleep, wrapped up in Rhett, smelling his musk of summer hay and pine oak.

He undressed quietly, padding his heavy boots down onto the floorboards, still not wanting to wake you, even though the sight he saw before him made his heart flutter and his eyes light up as he looked at his love, wrapped up in him.

He sat on the mattress, dipping under his body weight, as he brushed the hair from your eyes as you slept soundly. You stirred slightly at his touch, your hair tickling at your skin when he moved it gently across. Eyes opening and peering up at Rhett before you, you gasped quietly, reaching your arms out to bring him down to you, inhaling his musk for real this time.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you sweetheart.” He mumbled against your lips, pecking at your bottom lip between every word.

“My baby, baby, baby…” you were still half asleep and you struggled to string a coherent sentence together, but all that mattered was that Rhett was next to you again.

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Whiskey, Neat

Summary: You came out to California for a fresh start. Sometimes, new beginnings look just like old flames.

Pairing: Bob x Reader

Warnings: Language, alcohol, Mentions of cheating, Mentions of Smut. Minors DNI 18+

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Part 1

You'd rolled into Miramar with a trail of dust behind you and a faded black Stetson hat on your head. Fresh off of a break up and high on a promotion, you were itching to make a name for yourself here.

You'd almost turned down the chance to have a permanent station at Top Gun, hell, you would have if you hadn't caught your ex-boyfriend kissing his ex-girlfriend right after his winning bull ride in Tulsa.

You didn't even let him explain. You didn't want to hear his excuse. Instead, you smoked a Marlboro Red for the road, grabbed your things, and called the Admiral who'd offered you the position that night.

The next day, you were on a plane to California. You, Lieutenant Commander Y/N "Whiskey" Evans, were to be the new fighter maneuvers instructor at Top Gun. You'd also be a part of the elite Dagger Squadron that went on high-risk missions.

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You'd taken a few days to get acquainted with base. Phoenix, the only other woman pilot in the group, had been assigned to show you around. The two of you had already formed a bond, and she was taking you out for drinks to meet the rest of the team.

You had put on your favorite pair of cut-off jean shorts, shimmying them on over your thick thighs and round rear. A fitted black tank hugged your chest. Your trusty boots and your signature black cherry lipstick complimented your Stetson to finish off the look.

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The evening was going well until Phoenix introduced you to her WSO. Your heart stopped, and your breath caught in your chest.

The moment you saw him, you were met with an almost familiar set of blue eyes.

You could have sworen you heard God laughing at you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You said as he went to shake your hand.

Bob looked at you confused.

"Where are you from?" You asked him quickly.

"Well, my folks and I moved to Tennessee when I was seventeen, but I grew up in Wyoming." He tells you, taken aback by your boldness.

"You're from Amelia County, aren't you?" You press him.

"Um, yeah? My mom's family still has a ranch there in Wabang. My aunt and uncle run it. How'd you know that?" He looks at you confused.

"Royal and Celia? The Abbotts?" You ask.

"Yes—" He says slowly.

"Son of a bitch." You cry out. This would be your luck.

"Celia is my mom's sister. How— how do you know them?" Bob asks you.

"So that makes you Rhetts cousin, right?" You say.

"Yes, Rhett is my cousin. You still haven't answered my question." Bob replied. His voice raising a decibel as he firmly planted his feet in front of you. The rest of the squad watched the interaction with baited breath.

"I moved to Wabang when I was sixteen. Graduated from Amelia County High. My mom and Celia were in prayer group together. Royal and my dad were rodeo buddies. After I graduated, I went to the Academy. Went to flight school and Top Gun after that. Did two tours overseas, and then my dad passed. Went back to Wyoming and met Rhett. Well, re-met him. We graduated together." You began to explain.

"You know you look almost identical to him." You tell Bob with an long exahle.

"We got that a lot growing up. But I take it, because of your—less than stellar reaction to meeting me, something happened between you and Rhett?" Bob inquires.

"He charmed me. I gave him almost two years of my life, following him along the bull riding circuit. We got lucky that my duty stations were always near where he was riding." You continue.

"But two weeks ago, we were in Tulsa. He'd just won the whole damn thing. I went to the pits to congratulate him, and there is was, all over his ex." You finish as you take a sip of your whiskey neat.

"Maria?" Bob asks. You nod. "He never did get over her, did he?" Bob shakes his head in disbelief.

"Guess not. I didn't even give him a chance to explain. I grabbed my shit and left him." You finish.

Bob shrugs. The rest of the squad looks around, unsure of what to say.

"Well, small world, I guess." Hangman states clearing his throat.

"Sure is." You tell them before grabbing a pool cue to play a game.

After the rocky start, you and Bob seemed to get along. Aside from looks and the accent, Bob and Rhett were nothing alike. It was crazy to you how they could have the same jaw line and blue eyes, yet be so different.

The more you looked at him, the more subtle difference you noticed. Bob kept his hair neat, and it was a bit lighter than Rhetts mess strands. Bob's eyes were brighter. Bob was also leaner than Rhett was. Rhett was stocky but soft from the beer he drank, while Bob was broad from years of having to stay in shape for flying.

As the night went on, you danced and drank with the team, fitting right in. But you couldn't help notice the way Bob's eyes never left you.

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It should feel wrong, it really should, but after six weeks, you found yourself on a date with Bob, or Robby, as you had taken to calling him. Once your brain had gotten out of the way, and you stopped listening to the little voice in your head telling you that he was going to hurt you like Rhett did, you found out how great of a person Bob was.

He treated you better than anyone had before.

He was kind, gentle, and a man of his word. He was giving, and protective, and so funny.

The first time you slept with, you were overcome with pleasure. It's always the quiet ones, you thought.

You'd been dating for four glorious months when trouble rolled into the Hard Deck.

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It was a Friday evening, just like any other. You were out with the squad. Bob and Phoenix had to stay later for checks on their aircraft. You were at the bar getting your drink when you felt a familiar hand press against your hip.

"Hey there han��" your sentence stopped when you turned to face him.

"Rhett." You spat. "What are you doing here?"

"I qualified for nationals. It's here in San Diego. I asked around at the hotel, and they said this was the place that the Navy people hung out. I came to find you, Honeybee." Rhett drawled out.

"Well, you're wasting your time. I don't have anything to say to you." You turned and tried to get away from him, but you were trapped by the sea of people.

"Whiskey, please, can we talk. Just give me five minutes." He asked.

You sighed and motioned for him to follow you to the back deck.

As you walked out, Rooster saw you and someone who looked just like Bob, but definitely wasn't Bob, walk out with you. That must have been who you were talking about a few months ago. He made the mental note to let Bob know what was going on as soon as he saw him.

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Rhett spent the next five minutes trying to convince you that he didn't do anything wrong. But you weren't listening to him. He wasn't worth it. So, you stepped away from the railing of the deck to leave.

"Honeybee, wait." Rhett said as he grasped your arm. You turned to face him.

"You don't get to call me that anymore, Rhett. You lost that right as soon as you kissed Maria." You gritted out.

"It wasn't what it looked like, Whiskey. You ran off before I could explain myself." He defends.

"She was wearing your hat, Rhett. The one I bought you." You state. "Honeybee, please. You have to believe me. She took it. She kissed me." Rhett explains. He's trying to reason with you.

"I've changed. I wouldn't do that to you." He pleads.

"Did you sleep with her?" You ask him.

"What?" He asks, raising his eye brows.

"The night I caught you, the night I left you in Tulsa. Did. You. Sleep. With. Maria?" You punctuate each word of the question.

Rhett looks like a kicked puppy. He doesn't meet your eyes. He doesn't have to answer your question. The silence speaks louder than any of this words.

"You haven't changed a bit, Rhett. You're always going to choose her. I deserve someone who is going to choose me. You should have never come out here. It was a mistake." You tell him before turning on your heels to walk away.

"Honeybee, please!" He pleads with you. He grabs your bicep to stop you from walking away. He pulls you roughly towards him.

"Rhett." You warn him in a low voice. "Please, just give me another chance." He's almost begging.

"Let me go." You tell him as you try to pull away, but you're stuck. Trapped in his firm grip.

"I'm not going to let you walk away from me. I can be better for you." Rhett tells you.

"I have someone who's better for me. Now, let me go." You tell him.

"Let her go, Rhett." Bob's voice rings out.

Both of you catch sight of him as he walks out to the deck of the Hard Deck.

It takes Rhett a minute to recognize his cousin. You guess he wasn't expecting to see him here.

He looks between the two of you before speaking.

"This doesn't concern you, Bobby. Go back inside with your friends. This is between me and the little lady here." Rhett tells him.

"That's where you're wrong, Rhett. This does concern me." Bob states as he walks closer to the two of you.

He stares down Rhett, whose grip on you hasn't wavered.

"That's my girl that you've got a hold of there. So you can either take your hands off of her yourself, like she asked. Or, I can do it for you."

So! This is my first crossover fic! Be kind! Let me know what yall think!

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 months

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Hi Ladymonotone

Now that we know that the baroness is pregnant,do you have any head cannons in mind 🤰🏽

Also happy Valentine Day❤️(I don’t know if it‘s Valentine’s every where right now because of time difference in different countries but still I wish everyone a happy Valentine)

Hello, darling Anon! You can just call me 'Lady'; it's cool~

Oh! I have a few, actually! It's been marinating ever since I saw that comment on Desmond's Youtube post! Now, I'm not sure if you're asking for the Baroness as a Listener or my OC, Celica so... we're going with the former!

Pregnancy headcanons with Castin and the Baroness:

Say bye-bye to Castin and the Baroness' sleep schedule because it's gonna be fuck up when she hits the trimester period! The Baroness is gonna be tossing and turning, sleeping in various bedrooms for that perfect spot in the bed just so she can FEEL comfortable. Castin is gonna take it like a champ, though! The servants see a lot of sleepy and blurry-eyed Castin trailing after his wife, and they go from one room to another.

Cravings! Unfortunately, she's gonna be missing a lot of dishes from the Empire. Castin would need to work closely with the chefs in the manor so they could cook something up for her. The Baroness appreciates their efforts, especially when they add a little bit of Intacian flair to every dish. Yum!

Clothings! Well now, the Baroness would have to wear a lot of maternity dresses once her stomach is showing. She's gonna want a lot of looser dresses so she can move easily, and Castin can't wait to cuddle with her all the time! He's gonna get so clingy that the Baroness is gonna demand his men to distract him with training or something dnjndjkgnfd.

We can't forget about the baby's name! Castin and the Baroness will argue back and forth on the perfect name for their child. Never mind that they still don't know the gender of said child 😂 Maybe they're gonna settle it in a series of games? Winners get to choose the name!

Now announcement! I feel like Castin would be so eager to scream it from their balcony that he's gonna be a Daddy soon while an embarrassed Baroness is dragging him back inside. Castin's men is gonna tease him in good nature, each of them is aware how much more protective and possessive their Commander is gonna be. They're gonna have to keep a close eye on the Baroness from a distance for a few months.

Also, we know how much of a workaholic the Baroness is. Hell, people from Steelgate even claimed that she's the 'busiest woman in the world' so Castin is gonna have to gently mind you, GENTLY, wrestle her away from her study room. He'll even go so far as to ask Rhett to stop loading his wife with work, for Goddess' sake brother, can't you see my wife is waddling now!?

Lol, yeah... that's what I get so far! Consider this as my Valentine's Day gift for you!

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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Fixing Problems 💋 | Rhett Abbott Imagine | Outer Range x Yellowstone crossover

Takes place sometime after the events of S1 of Outer Range and S4 of Yellowstone around 2023 hypothetically

Link to my Masterlists (might make a Rhett Abbott one in the future)

Characters & Pairings: Rhett Abbott x Lana Dutton!OC (romance), The Abbott family & the Dutton family, Maria Olivares (past romance w/ Rhett ), Lloyd Pierce (platonic), Rip Wheeler (platonic).

Content warnings: profanity, light angst, fluff, mentions of violence and death. Implied smut at the end | female OC (she/her) | wc: 4k

Premise: Rhett Abbott was a man of an unwanted reputation in his hometown of Wabang, Wyoming. None were surprised by the fact he found himself back in the town he longed to escape following his breakup with Maria. But then a few months later Rhett was no where to be seen after his family took a trip out of town and returned without him. Now he’s back for a short time to settle some things and low an behold, Maria is back too. When she tries to mend things with the cowboys she’s in for quite the shock that Rhett Abbott is no longer a man on the market—and what makes it more shocking is his woman hails from the family of the country’s largest land owners.

Note: So fair warning, I have not seen the entirety of Outer Range but for some reason have been reading a lot of Rhett fanfiction and have a gist of it. But I am a big fan of Yellowstone and S5 drops tomorrow. I had this idea but was like ‘maybe I should wait,’ but I don’t want the thought to slip now that it’s fresh in my mind. So for this Lana was born on New Year’s Day of 1997 since Evelyn Dutton died in March of 1997 so she never knew her mother unlike her four siblings. Also although S5 isn’t fully out, we know from the trailer that John wins governor of Montana.

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“Hi, Rhett.” God that was not the voice he wanted to hear on this sunny Saturday morning in Wabang. Rhett Abbott had awoken with a smile on his face and giddiness in his chest at what the day had in store for him….but seeing Maria again for the first time in two years was not what he expected.

Or wanted at all for that matter.

Closing his eyes as if to pray it wasn’t Maria behind him, Rhett checked his phone for the time and a message he was expecting before preparing himself to face the woman who left his heart in pieces. When he finally does face her, Rhett remains stoic, “Hello, Maria.” There is nothing warm in his greeting, which is evident in the frown that takes over her expression. But what the fuck would she expect? He left his home for her and returned no less than a few months later on his parents porch with a bag and tear stained eyes.

If Maria thought he’d be happy to see her after all this then she was off her rocker.

Rhett had moved on and was in a place he never thought he would be. Happy. Content. Looking forward to the future.

He was not gonna let her take that away from him.

Or even let her think she could have a chance.

“How are you?” She offered a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood. But Rhett wasn’t having it.

“Fine.” She waited for him to return the question, but when he didn’t Maria shuffled on her feet, adjusting the purse on her shoulder, “I heard you were back in town. Was asking ‘round and they said you’ve been gone.”

“Yeah,” he nods, checking his phone again. “I’ve been in Montana the past year and half.” That surprises the woman, eyes widening slightly. She didn’t know what—or better yet who—was in Montana, but there was an obvious difference in how Rhett carried himself. It was completely different from how he was when they reconnected and surely when he returned back.

“Oh,” was all she could say. “That’s amazing uh—I guess.”

“It was,” his voice takes another edge, almost in a longing way. Maria glanced him over, feeling a tightness to her chest—almost like she realized there was something—someone—hidden between his words.

“Well, I was hoping to get a chance to run into you.”

“Well you did,” Rhett’s tone indicated he wasn’t happy with the fact. He leaned against the brick of the building he was standing in front of. It had been a busy day for Rhett to do some last minute things before he was set to head out the next morning. He found himself outside of the pharmacy having just got off the phone with Cecilia when Maria stopped him as he was exiting the store. “So what’d you want?”

Maria bit her lip, remembering how his eyes would flicker to her mouth whenever she did, but Rhett never faltered his gaze. It threw her off for a moment but she quickly recovered, “I wanted to talk to you…about us.”

Rhett made a face, looking away briefly, “Us? What’s there to talk ‘bout, Maria. That ship sailed long ago.” His tone was cold, but again Rhett did not care. There was nothing that Maria could do or say to change his mind. She could pout all she wanted, give him puppy eyes or pour her heart out to him, but it would be to no avail.

Rhett Abbott had found his solace. And it was not with her.

Moving to walk in the opposite direction toward his truck, Maria stopped him before he could even take a full step, “Wait, Rhett! Please,” she put a hand on his arm, but frowned again when he shook her off. “Look, I’m sorry for what happened between us. I-I know I said some things, and I regret it—I would take it all back if I can.” The expression on her face was one of pleading, hoping to get through to him. “Maybe we can work something out. Fix things—.”

“No,” the word flew from his lips, ignoring the way Maria faltered back, surprise coating her expression. “That’s not gonna happen, Maria.”

“But, Rhett—.” The sound of his phone ringing cut her off. Rhett removed the device, turning away as the smile overtook when he read the name, “Hey.”

“You sound relieved. More so than when you get out of pushing cattle. What did I save you from this time, Rhett Abbott.”

“Oh, just you know,” he glances over his shoulder, noticing how Maria has her arms crossed over her chest and disappointed their conversation was cut short. “Runnin’ into some old friends.” He turned away before he could see her reaction to the offense of calling her an ‘old friend.’ His voice goes lower to prevent Maria from hearing, “and this one was the last person I wanted to see on what was supposed to be a good fucking day.”

“I see,” he could just picture her smirk on the other end of the line that paired with the chuckle she let out. “Well, lucky for you, cowboy, I just passed the town's limits. Send me your location. I’ll be there very soon. And just for the hell of it, keep her there—I’d like to say hello.” Rhett didn’t know how she managed to put it together Maria was who he was referring to, but then again surprising him was her second nature.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, darlin’, you should know by now that I never second guess a decision once it’s been made.”

They said their goodbyes with Rhett sending off his location before locking the device and putting it back in his pocket. When he faced Maria again, she was displeased and tried to not show it but failed. “Who was that?”

Rhett kept his face neutral, “someone.” If there was anything about the woman on the other end of the phone, it was that she loved her entrances. And there was no way Rhett was going to deprive her of one—especially when it was her first one to Wabang. Part of him looked forward to the look on Maria’s face for when that moment came. Not to mention those around them. Ever since he returned to Wabang there have been whispers about him. The usual gossip, but mostly wanting to know what the hell he had been up to in Montana after his family took a visit and he never returned.

“Someone?” She repeated, eyebrows narrowing in suspicion. The possibility of Rhett having someone was not what Maria planned for when she sought him out that day. It was to her knowledge when she asked around he was single or possibly hooking up with the usual buckle bunny. Not many could give her a straight answer since he’d been gone. They really had no fucking clue of what had become of Rhett Abbott.

Rhett gave a curt nod, “That’s right.”

Maria wasn’t having it, “is this someone special to you?”

“Look, Maria. I’m just gonna lay it flat with you,” he glances away at the sight of a familiar black Ram truck turning the corner. Behind it was a dark tinted SUV. As it proceeded down the street, Rhett spotted the giant yellow ‘Y’ on the truck’s side. “I’m engaged.”

“Engaged?” She exclaimed, as though she could not believe it. When the fuck did that happen and why did no one in town know? It had to be a lie to get her to back off him. The thought made a slight anger rise in her that Rhett would say something so serious as his way to reject her. Narrowing her eyes and spitting a tone that was almost mocking, Maria failed to notice the truck pulling up to a stop behind her, “To who?”

His eyes were looking past her, smirk taking form, “to her.”

When Maria spun around on her she froze at the sight of the black Ram with bright yellow lettering spelling ‘Yellowstone Dutton Ranch’ around a large ‘Y’ in the center of the side door. The back windows were tinted preventing anyone from seeing inside, but Maria didn’t have to wait long because the door was opening and a foot clad in a shiny nude heel was stepping out.

It was almost like when you watch a show and only get a small portion of the person the camera is panning its way to before they fully emerge. In this case, the second heel—which Maria was able to notice the eye-catching red bottom beneath it—followed the first before the body and face they belonged to was visible to her eyes.

She wore a light tan dress that ended right above her knees and accentuated her curves paired with a matching coat hanging over her shoulders and brown gloves on her hands. The dress had a neckline that cut beneath her collarbones, allowing the layered gold necklaces to bounce off the light around her. Brown hair with warm tone highlights was pulled back into a slick bun save for a few strands to frame her face, which stood out with the bright red lipstick coating her lips and the pair of cat-eye like sunglasses covering her eyes. Tucked behind one of her ears was a cigarrete.

She was beautiful. Like a model who just stepped off a runway and Maria instantly felt a wave of envy course through her. Several people passing by even stopped to get a glance at the woman, making no hidden attempt to hide their jealousy or attraction. Some of the older men traveling on the sidewalk had done a double take when they saw the name of the ranch on the truck.

And Rhett? He was biting his lip so hard to hide his grin that he was afraid it would start bleeding. And when he let his eyes travel over her figure, a low whistle sounded under his breath, the man praying his cock would not react because the last thing he wanted was a hard on in the middle of broad daylight.

Maria heard his reaction, turning back to see the awestruck expression which gave away everything he was feeling in that moment. It made her upset—remembering when he would look at her that way. Now it was directed toward this mystery woman. His fiancé. It fueled her jealousy more.

“Hey there, cowboy,” her voice was smooth like honey. Flirty and playful. Maria knew that tone—she’s used it on plenty of men. She’s used it on Rhett.

“Hey yourself,” he greeted, watching her step onto the sidewalk before shutting the door behind her. Maria had stepped back a bit as the woman strutted toward them, the bottom of the coat brushing against her knees. The sound of her Louboutin’s clicking against the pavement echoed before she came to a stop in front of Rhett. As much as he wanted to bring her into his arms with a kiss, Rhett settled for a soft peck on the corner of her mouth to not mess up her lipstick.

Both were obvious to the strained look of the woman to the side, who’s jealousy was so visible one could probably sniff it from a mile away.

“How was the drive?”

She took her gloves off first—aware of Maria’s eyes on her left hand which held a diamond ring—, placing them in the pocket of her coat before removing the sunglasses, “As bearable as it can be with those two idiots.” The gesture of her head had Rhett glancing to the truck she arrived in. In the front he spotted Lloyd in the passenger seat with Rip behind the wheel. The window was up, but he could make out their wave to him and returned it with a small smile. With a chuckle he turns back to his fiancé, “I’m sure it wasn’t too bad, baby.”

Her brow raised in a playful glare, “Maybe I’ll drive your truck back by myself tomorrow and you can take up camp with them. See how long you last.”

Rhett laughs—the sound sending a dagger to Maria’s heart—pulling her to his side, “I’m sorry you had to endure that.” She makes a ‘hmmph,’ which only makes him grin. “What’s with the SUV?”

She scoffed lightly, “I told them not to come, but when your father is the governor of Montana, the protection detail is a given. Whether I like it or not.” Maria visibly reacted to the revelation that not only was Rhett engaged….but his fiancé was the daughter of Montana’s governor.

Now she remembered where she recognized the name on the truck. John Dutton had recently been elected the previous year during turmoil with his family's ranch and Market Equities.

Maria watched as the woman, whose name she had yet to know, removed the cigarette behind her ear before placing it between her lips. Instead of lighting it herself, Rhett pulled out a lighter and did it for her. The two kept eye contact the entire time which felt like Maria was intruding on an intimate moment.

The—not so settle—sound of Maria clearing her throat broke up the happy reunion. While Rhett was annoyed, she found it amusing, turning her attention to Maria. With the glasses removed Maria was able to get a good look at her face. From afar she was beautiful, but up close she was captivating.

Blue green eyes stared back at Maria, framed by neatly groomed full brows that matched the color of her hair and a thin line of eyeliner winged out. Other than the eyeliner and lipstick, it appeared she wasn’t wearing any other makeup—something many would be envious of. And though there was a good sized scar on her left cheekbone—as was two on her chest forming an odd shape—it did not take away from her beauty. In fact it made her look more intimidating.

Rhett broke the silence, “Maria, this is Lana. Lana Dutton.” Lana, who was now looking Maria up and down, gave a smile. But it wasn’t friendly which had Maria raise her defenses. “Darlin’, this is—.”

“I know who she is,” Lana gently cut Rhett off, blowing smoke out as she did. “So nice to put a face to a name.” In that moment Marie felt a sense of pride, nearly smirking at the fact that she was still a topic of his life. But it soon deflated when Lana said, “oh don’t look too happy, Maria. I can smell heartbreak on a man from a mile away and when Rhett landed in Yellowstone he reeked of it. Not to mention he was drunk off his ass and well, you know what they say, ‘Loose lips sink ships.’” Maria’s smirk turned into a frown, Lana taking another inhale of smoke.

“But that was a long time ago,” Lana spoke again, “you sure did a number on him, but thankfully Rhett realized his worth.” The couple met each other’s gaze, Rhett conveying a mix of emotions at the woman who captured his heart.

Neither paid attention to the shame Maria was showing. The dark haired woman was having trouble finding the right words to say. What Lana said cut into her, which only made her angry. Quickly she tried to think of a way to divert the attention away from her, “I doubt drowning himself in booze and fucking any piece of ass had him realize that.”

She expected a flash of anger from Lana, which Rhett certainly gave at the insult, but to Maria’s surprise, Lana simply laughed in what could best be described as, ‘you done fucked up now.’ Maria tightened her jaw, taking a step back when the brunette pulled away from Rhett to move toward her. This time when Lana took a drag of the cigarette, she let the smoke waf in Maria’s face—the smell nearly making her gag.

Lana’s expression was cold, unwavering as she spoke, “Is that your way of trying to get me to see Rhett in a different light? To judge him based on the decisions he used to make—which were a direct result of how he felt the world viewed him? Don’t think I don’t know what girls like you do. You sought him out from the moment you heard he was back in town—hoping to slither your way back into his life as though you weren’t the reason for y’all’s breakup two years ago.”

“You don’t know anything,” Maria hissed, glaring at Lana as the anger swelled. With the heels Lana was wearing it made her about an inch or so taller than Maria and with them being so close the scar on her face was more pronounced.

“Please,” came a scoff, “I know everything. I see how you hold yourself. How you let your eyes drift to him only to be disappointed that his eyes are on me. I see how you’re comin’ up with ways to challenge me—as though you have a chance to remove me from the picture, but Imma let you in on a little secret,” Lana falls into a whisper as she leans closer causing Maria to stiffen. People around them pitted glances as they walked past, trying not to eavesdrop but Lana was smarter. What she was about to say was for Maria’s ears only.

Lana’s lips curled up, “You see this scar on my face?” It was a rhetorical question, but nonetheless Maria nodded. Behind her, Rhett muttered a low, “darlin’,” in warning. Though it turned him on immensely by what he was witnessing from his fiancé, he didn’t want her jeopardizing herself. They weren’t in Darby, Montana anymore. Anything she said here could have consequences.

But Lana was relentless. If someone was threatening her, she threatened back ten fold. And she was gonna make sure they knew to never mess with Lana Dutton again. Unfortunately for Maria, it was her time to learn the lesson.

Eyes locked on Maria, voice so low Maria had to strain her ears to hear, the dark brunette was sent to chills by what the Dutton had in store for her. It made her throat constrict for air seemed impossible to breathe.

“The man who gave me it is currently rotting at the bottom of a cliff after I blew a hole through his head with a shotgun. Because where I come from, we take matters into our own hands when people become problems. So take my advice when I warn you, Maria, don’t become my problem.”

The fear on Maria’s face almost had Rhett feel sympathetic, “Lana…”

“And if you question the truth of my words,” Lana’s head gestures to Rhett, “You can ask him. He was there to witness it.” With that, both out of fear and curiosity, Maria glances at Rhett. Part of her was praying Lana was bluffing in an attempt to scare her, but the look Rhett gave her was enough proof she was in fact telling the truth.

Alarms bells were ringing in her head—telling her to get the fuck out of there and pretend like she didn’t just hear a confession to murder. From the governor of Montana’s daughter for that matter. And Rhett was engaged to her? If she had the balls to kill someone in cold blood, what did that say about her family?

Have they killed before?

The anxiety filled Maria’s veins as she let out a shaky breath, unsure of what to do. Lana’s gaze was becoming too much for her and from what Maria gathered it was to get a point across. ‘Tell anyone what I told you, and I’ll come for you.’

Lana brings her cigarette up, taking the final drag before throwing it to the pavement and stepping on the bud. Not once did her eyes leave Maria’s. “I would warn you to keep this between us. If rumors start to spread about Rhett Abbott’s fiancé…I’ll know who the source is.” Stepping away, Lana bids a nod, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Maria. Hope we never have to cross paths again. For your sake.”

Taking his hand, Lana pulls Rhett away to where his truck was parked beside the curb a few cars down. Maria was left frozen, her face pale by the final threat Lana had given— which unbeknownst to her had the two men in the truck chuckling. “What I would give to hear what Lana just said. Poor girl looks like she’s seen a ghost,” Lloyd mused, watching the couple walk up the sidewalk. Rip put the car in drive, prepping to follow them, “Whatever it was, she won’t be a problem. Bitch wouldn’t be stupid enough to if she were smart.”

When Rhett and Lana made it to his truck, her back was immediately pushed against it as Rhett’s lips crashed onto hers. His rough hands cradled her face, Lana smiling against his lips which were sure going to be stained from her lipstick. There was an immediate pressure against her abdomen from his groin. Obviously her little stunt was well received.

When they pulled away, Lana was amused by some of the looks they were receiving from around them. “You,” he breathed out, mouth closed to hers, “are somethin’ else. You know that?”

Lana bit her lip with a cheeky look in response, as if to say, “I know.” She brought her left hand up to his cheek, stoking the soft skin with her thumb. “Had to make a statement. Can’t let some has been try to throw me off my rocker, cowboy.”

He lets out a laugh, arms going to loosely wrap around her waist. “That why you dressed like this? I ain’t used to ya dolling up like this but—,” he trails off to check her out, loving what he was seeing. “I could definitely get used to it.” Normally Lana wore a tank top that made her tits look like heaven and tore up jeans with her boots and leather jacket. As the youngest Dutton, she worked on the ranch as a hand and—like the others who wore the brand—did dirty work when it was called for.

The man she told Maria was just one of the many Lana had sent to the train station.

Only after John was elected governor did she get involved in politics and the business side of her family’s ranch. The media was always lurking, trying to get a glimpse of John Dutton’s youngest daughter who was more like his personal bodyguard. It became a constant annoyance for her. Avoiding reports soon became a second nature for Lana and the times she and Rhett went out they had to keep things professional for the sake of image. It was her father who encouraged her to try getting involved in other things now that he was more of a public figure than just the man who owned the country's largest ranch.

Answering Rhett’s question, Lana gave a shrug, “Just thought I should make it clear to the people of Wabang that Rhett Abbott is off the market and—not to toot my own horn—but she has style and is surely what they would call ‘a catch.’”

“Damn right she is,” he murmured, tipping his hat back a bit to pull her into another kiss. “We sure gonna be the talk of the town tonight.”

“Good. That was the plan.” Lana places one last kiss before playfully pushing him away and hopping into his tuck. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here, cowboy. Lloyd and Rip know to get started on packing your shit while you and I make up for the lost time these past couple weeks.”

Rhett didn’t hide his grin, feeling the tightness in his jeans increase. Boy was he in for the ride of his life when he fell in love with Lana Dutton. “Yes ma’am.”

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shelbs!! my love!!

okay so here’s what i’m thinking… rhett and his partner’s first big holiday like thanksgiving or christmas as a married couple, idk i feel it would just be so special for them especially if maybe it’s his partners favorite holiday.

kisses!! - 🧸

underneath the tree - rhett abbott x reader

summary: christmas in your first home with your husband is nothing short of magical.

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: none. lots and lots of fluff and holiday cheer. and kittens!

a/n: something a little short and sweet to celebrate the season. happy holidays to all of my sweet friends. ily all so much and i hope you have a wonderful celebration. thank you for all that each and every one of you do 🎄

Christmas has always been a big holiday in your family. It was the one thing you looked forward to every year. You had a lot of family traditions; baking cookies on Christmas Eve, decorating the tree the day after Thanksgiving, watching a Christmas movie every night during the month of December. When you and Rhett began dating, one thing you were so excited about was making your own Christmas traditions with him.

Christmas wasn’t a big holiday in his household. Sure, they decorated the tree and had a Christmas Day dinner but it wasn’t made out to be a big deal like it was with your family. So, that first Christmas you were together, you knew you wanted to make it special.

He joined your family on Christmas Eve for the Christmas cookie baking and the Christmas movie marathon.

Rhett grew to love and adore Christmas just as much as you. Moving into your first house after getting married was stressful but you knew the holidays were right around the corner and you were ecstatic. Going to the Christmas tree farm to pick out your first tree together was a little emotional - decorating it that night because you couldn’t wait. Throughout the two years you dated before getting married, you collected random ornaments. Some were so cheesy you couldn’t hardly stand it but they made you laugh.

Every night during the month of December, you curled up on your couch together with a cup of hot cocoa and a Christmas movie playing in the background. One night while you were laying there you heard a scratching noise at the door.

“Rhett, did you hear that?” You asked, turning the volume down on the television to listen for the strange sound. You heard it once again accompanied with a small meow. “Is that-“

“Sounded like an animal,” Rhett observed before moving from his spot on the couch to walk towards the door. He peeked out of the living room window, quickly putting on his winter coat and boots.

“What is it?” You raised up on your knees to face the front door. “Rhett?”

The bitter Wyoming winter air cut you to the bone when he opened the door and crouched down. He turned to you holding a cat that was covered in snow. He quickly moved inside and set the shivering ball of fur on the couch with you before shaking out of his coat and kicking off his boots. The cat quickly curled up into your lap, seeking out a heat source. You wrapped your blanket around it and pulled it close.

Rhett warmed up some milk in a little saucer and knelt beside the couch, holding it out to the animal. The cat lapped it up in no time, purring as you scratched behind its ear.

“That’s it, sweetie. What were you doing all alone out in the cold, huh?” You cooed at it, not even knowing what the gender of it was yet. Once it finished the milk, you held it up to see. The little gray cat was a girl - who also appeared to be pregnant. You hadn’t noticed when Rhett had set her down but now it was very clear that she was expecting.

“Rhett, she’s-“

“Yeah. I can see that.”

You weren’t sure how to care for a cat but you knew you couldn’t let her stay out in the cold. You fluffed up a warm blanket for her to lay on and was determined to head to the store the next morning. Collecting the essentials you needed for the cat was harder than expected. You bought a few toys as well just in case she felt like playing. You took her to the local vet as well to have her checked over and she was very close to having the kittens.

You cared for Tinsel the following weeks leading up to Christmas, all while preparing the holiday for you and Rhett. She stayed by your side while you put up the rest of the decorations, following you up and down the staircase. She had a newfound favorite spot at the foot of your shared bed with Rhett.

“We’re going to be grandparents soon, baby,” you joked with Rhett as you dried the dishes one night after dinner. The snow was falling in thick flakes outside, the sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. Tinsel was curled up on the back of the couch watching the two of you. Rhett just playfully rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I think I see a grey hair right here,” he said, eyeing your temple intently. You shoved at his chest as he let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back towards the ceiling. You loved how playful you were with Rhett. There was never a dull moment in your relationship. Christmas was only a few days away and you weren’t sure who was more excited.

Christmas Eve snuck up on you quicker than you would’ve liked to admit. You spent the evening with your family, baking goodies and enjoying each other's company. Rhett caught you under the mistletoe several times that night, giving you a deep kiss each time. You headed out a little earlier than normal, wanting to make it home before the roads got too bad.

You readied yourself for bed, sliding into your Christmas pajamas and taking a seat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Tinsel was in your lap in no time, her belly looking the biggest it had looked since that night you brought her in. You pet under her neck, smiling at the way she purred contently. The tree was lit and the fire crackled.

“I don’t think she likes you much,” Rhett gestured to the sleeping cat in your lap. He placed the hot cocoa on the table in front of you and wrapped his arm tightly around you. “Our first Christmas married. It’s hard to believe.”

“I love you so much, Rhett,” you looked up at him with so much adoration in your eyes. Rhett pet Tinsel on the head and she pressed up into his touch. He wouldn’t admit it but he is quite fond of her as she is of him. You finished your drink and movie, moving to the bed to get some rest for the next day’s festivities.

You had not been asleep too long when you were awakened by the sound of Tinsel. She sounded like she was in distress and you were kicking Rhett awake as you searched the house for her. You found her curled up under the Christmas tree and upon further inspection, seeing three kittens feeding. You let out a gasp and called out for Rhett to let him know you found her.

“Would you look at that… little miss Tinsel is a mama now.” Rhett whispered as he stood behind you watching the little kittens lay with their mother. You looked over Tinsel to make sure she was doing well, bringing over some food and water for her. You looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. 1:05am is what it read and you squeezed Rhett’s hand. It was finally Christmas Day.

You felt so overjoyed standing there next to the tree looking down at the newest additions to the Abbott family. Rhett kissed your temple softly, swaying you as he hummed a Christmas song. Your first Christmas as a married couple in your first home will be a memorable one - that much you were sure of. You knew you had a long day ahead of you but that didn’t seem to matter much in the moment. Right now, you were going to let your husband hold you while you watched your cat love on her newborn kittens.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

“Merry Christmas, Rhett.”

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Revenge on the Ranch II//G.Tillman

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Go read part one if you haven't already!

Synopsis: Rumor and Gator reunite.

Warnings: R*y Tillman, slight mention of how R*y treats his wives, language.

I woke up to the sound of pans clinging. I rolled over to see eleven am on the clock. I haven't slept in this late since my freshman year of college. My body feels rested. I feel rested. I walk into the bathroom to at least get ready if I’m making my appearance late.

But as soon as I was done, I walked downstairs. Momma and Dad were making their famous BLT sandwiches.

“Oh, look who decided to join us today,” Pops says as he sees me.

“Told you she needed to get food in her. We practically put her into a coma last night.” Momma said. I just chuckled at her antics. I looked around, seeing that it was eerily calm.

“Where's the boys?” I said.

“Rhett is already doing his prep for tonight. Jane and Robert went to her doctor's appointment and took Rylee with them,” Momma said. I nodded as Pops handed me a plate of food.

“I bet the city doesn't have good BLTs like these.” He said, I took a bite and was sent to heaven. The city doesn’t have a lot.

I spent a few hours just sitting with my parents. There was not much talking; they were just taking in one another.

Jane and Robert came back with Rylee. Momma is making Rylee, and I eat a plate of fruit and vegetables.

It wasn't until two hours later that I noticed Momma getting visibly worried. She’s always like this when Rhett has a competition. She begins to pray, sweat, and at times send herself into an anxiety attack. Robert jokes that the entire process is Rhett’s good luck charm. If Momma isn't visibly upset, he won’t win.

Rylee wanted to get ready with me, which I could not deny. I helped her pick out an outfit. Braided her hair and added bows.

“Sometimes she is a spitting image of you,” Jane says at the doorway.

“Begging to dress up, always speaking what's on her mind, and not afraid to get her hands dirty.”

“Runs in the blood,” I say, smiling as Rylee tries to get her boots on.

“Rylee, go help grandma and grandpa with the car.”

Jane closes the door as Rylee runs downstairs.

“Your turn,” Jane says, walking up to me. She sits me down at the vanity and plugs in the curling iron. One thing Jane loves doing is hair, so this is like therapy for both of us. I talked to her about everything. Missing home, especially missing Gator. She tells me he comes by often to check in with my parents, her, and Robert.

Gator would never verbally say he felt more at home under the Abbott roof. With the past of Linda, Nadine, and now Karen, Reese was the only mother figure who was a constant in his life. He saw how his father treated his wives and vowed to Reese that he would never do that, even if he didn't marry me.

Jane and I continue to talk; I tell her about work and some of the cases I’ve helped on. I also complain about Vincent from the coffee shop.

She jokes, “Gator would kill him if you asked.” But deep down, I know Gator would do anything if I said I was uncomfortable with someone.

Jane finished up my hair and helped with my outfit, and we were on our way to the grounds.

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“You’re never round here anymore, Rumor,” Peter said to me. He was in the competition and grabbed me as I was looking for Gator.

“Yeah, well, I did move the day after graduation.” I was annoyed with Peter’s antics.

“Well, is there anything that could make you move back? Maybe someone?” He said, moving closer to me; I noticed he was trying to move his hat to fit onto my head sneakily. I begin to laugh at his foolish antics.

“You put that hat on her, Collins I swear I will break every single bone in that arm of yours.”

Right on time.

I turn around to see the carrier of that voice. Still in full uniform, standing well over six feet. He has one hand on his belt while the other holds the top of his vest as he stalks over. Peter audibly gulps, standing in front of me.

“Move. Your pony ride is coming up.” He growls out as he is now standing next to me. Peter nods and frantically turns to walk away.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you? Not even a full twenty-four hours back home, and these assholes are already on the prowl for you,” I just shrug at his comment. I turn my body towards him. I wanted to take him in.

His hair is slicked back, but I can tell it's longer. He smells like cologne and nicotine. I know he didn't grow, but with his work boots on, I feel as if I’m straining my neck a bit more to meet his eyes. He looks good. He notices me taking him in; he grows red in the cheeks and lets a small smile pass through.

“You look good,” I say.

“I look good because I knew my girl was back in town. Should've seen me yesterday; I was a mess.”

It was his turn to take me in. His eyes travel down and back up.

“Your hair got longer since I last saw you.”

He grabs my arm. I can feel what he is gonna say next.

“Did your Reese yell at you for not eating enough down there?”

“She's been feeding me as much as Rylee the entire day.”

He laughs. “You look good, Rue, “ he begins to move closer; I close my eyes and feel him ghost over my lips “You look good.”

He finally pressed his lips onto mine. His lips were cold; they’d always been cold. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him in closer.

Fuck did I miss this.

He grabbed the loops of my jeans to pull me closer than I was before. I gasped at the maneuver and Gator took this to slide his tongue into my mouth. I could tell he was hungry through the way he kissed me. I can't blame him, though.

For once in what felt like a lifetime, the world was quiet. There were no fears circulating in my mind.

“Jesus, would you two knock it off! She didn't go off to war Gator!”

And there it was, the one thing I wish would blow away in the breeze. Roy Tillman. Gator and I broke away from each other. I looked towards the voice. God, did he look worse with age.

“Nice to see you too, Roy,” I said.

Roy never liked me from the moment I was born. Said I was a mistake my mother made. My father and he were good friends, almost like brothers growing up, but now the bond was too big to break. My father never shared the same values as Roy, but he knows that the thoughts and ideas Roy thinks are just a representation of generational trauma.

Growing up, Roy always tried to tell my parents that my mouth was gonna get me in trouble. He hated that I was outspoken, especially towards men.

One day, he talked about how he respected the army, navy, and peace officers, especially Federal Bureau of Investigation agents. I then spoke about how I also wanted to work for the FBI. Roy laughed at me for over an hour straight. The next day he woke up with all of his tires slashed. Still today they are looking for that culprit.

“Heard you’re back for a few weeks. Quantico, realize you don’t fit the job description anymore?”

“Dad, come on, leave her–” Gator began to but in, but I never miss a chance to tell Roy to fuck off.

“No, Roy, they sent me up here. Said to start an investigation about a crooked Sherrif in a small town.” I said with a stern face. Roy went white for a minute, like the statement I was saying had truth behind it, but then he realized I was just doing his favorite thing, running my mouth.

He laughed and then grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, lighting up.

“You think you're funny, Rumor. You think you're funny.” He said, sauntering off towards the bleachers.

Gator let out a laugh the second Roy was far enough to where he couldn't hear.

“I don’t think he’ll show up to our wedding.”

“I think he’ll put me on America’s most wanted the day he finds out you're not a virgin,” I said, backfiring at his comment.

Gator just wrapped me in his arms, placing his lips on my head.

“How long do I have you for?”

“Rhett or Robbie are gonna drive me back next Thursday.”

“I can drive you back,” Gator said. I just nodded into his chest, not wanting to break our contact. Gator was my security blanket up here.

“I miss you, G,” I said into his chest.

I felt him squeeze me even tighter in his grasp.

“You have no idea, Rue,” He said. I looked up to meet his eyes again. I could stare at him for hours. He had soft eyes that went dark, but right now, they were gleaming. He leaned in once again, meeting my lips—a short and sweet kiss.

“Come on, let's go watch Rhett,” I said, unraveling myself from his embrace, but Gator didn't let me stray too far as he placed one of his hands in my pocket, something he had been doing since we got together.

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Author's note: Hope you guys enjoy the reunion, next part will be a bit steamy 😉

Lmk if yu guys enjoy or want to see anything in this series!!

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