#and then rhett breaking and laughing at the end

[unhinged-nymph]

There’s something about this that has me giggling and kicking my feet and I can’t exactly put my finger on it

[via-l0ve]

Dating Carlisle Cullen HCs!

a/n: was the requested? absolutely not. am i a slut for daddy cullen? abso-fuckin-lutley

warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, im lowkey an edward hater in this i’m sorry, smut is fem!reader based!! dating daddy carlisle

- when you guys hang out at night /alone he’s all over you

- he holds you, lays on your chest, plays with your hair while you sit inbetween his legs SHSSUWHEISN

- he plays with your fingers while you guys are around other people and he gets a little nervous

- like if your hanging out with friends he’ll play with your fingers and hands, twist around your bracelets and rings

- i love him he’s so soft

- he desperately tries to stop you from popping pimples and blackheads

- “y/n sTOP”

- sometimes you’ll laugh at stuff he says bc it sounds so old fashioned

- he attempts to make you food and most of the time it’s amazing but usually when you two cook it almost always ends up burnt or undercooked or missing an ingredient

- bc he gets distracted by your stupid jokes that sometimes result in a food fight

- carlisle would do anything for you

- literally one time you brought up wanting to go to disneyland because they do a mardi gras parade and he almost bought plane tickets right then and there

- “what’re you doing?”

- “buying plane tickets.”

- “what??? STOP-“

- he loves how you hate when he spends money on you

- it makes him want to do it more

- you both have multiple matching things

- bracelets, rings, necklaces, etc

- he bought you this EXPENSIVE bracelet once and you almost passed out on the spot

- it has your and carlisle’s initials engraved into it and it’s your favorite color

- he lets you paint his nails frequently

- he loves when you do little designs on them too

- he loves being the person you feel comfortable ranting to

- it breaks his heart when he opens his door and sees you with puffy eyes and a red nose, tears reminiscent on your face

- he lets you in and picks you up, speeding you to his bedroom

- he grabs you a big t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and tells you to shower or change before talking about it

- and then after that he does whatever you want

- sometimes he’ll comb your hair while you rant to him, or make you some tea on the kitchen island while you talk to him about what happened

- he’d totally sit you on the counter and cut up + feed you fruit and clean the juice from your chin. im sobbing

- 100% takes care of your stuffed animals

- he would love how you bond with his “kids”

- you and emmett would totally play horror games together

- emmett and you are this clip:

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxJdszrIKDCtmfnyVLdhVwf2sGqLcJ6NBU

- honestly either of you could be rhett/link and it would still make sense

- you lowkey make fun of edward ngl

- i feel like he plays games with you and emmett too and he sucks ass

- carlisle looses his shit when he hears you make a gooddamn good roast of him and you can hear him laughing from upstairs

- alice constantly tries to buy you clothes she thinks not only you, but also carlisle would like

- Rosalie would confide in you a lot

- tbh it took her a hot minute to warm up to you but when she saw how happy carlisle was with you she gave you a chance

- jasper loves you tbh

- he games w/ u and emmett and you guys kick ass in rocket league

- sometimes Carlisle will just stare at you for no reason

- you’ll catch him and he won’t break eye contact and you get all flustered and look away

- and proceed to look back to see him still staring

- “what’re you looking at?”

- “just you. :)”

- “okay but why”

- “youre beautiful.”

- “get a room!” ~ emmett

- reminds your to take ur medication

- after meeting your family, he’s always down to babysit with you or go to family reunions or vacations

- if it’s a sunny place he’ll just busy himself with work inside

- always liking ur instagram posts

- he always comments on them too

- just a simple “i love you” or “gorgeous🩷”

——— smut time

- respect and consent king

- wouldn’t dream of hurting you/degrading you ever

- he loves tits. sorry not sorry it’s true

- he’ll play w/ ur nipples and leave hickeys on ur boobs

- fucking looses it when you moan his name

- like, if you do that he’s giving you literally everything he has

- his fav position is missionary or when you ride him but you face him

- specifically if he’s sitting in his office chair and you get ontop of him and-

- makes your legs SHAKE

- he has his hands on your hips while you ride him bc that’s hot

- literally adores your body

- he couldn’t care less of your stomach pokes out or if you have love handles or stretch marks

- he loves you for you

- PRAISE

- this man loves to make you blush and he knows exactly how to do it in bed

- master at giving you head

- literally knows exactly what to do and how you like it done

- fucking dies when you ride his face

- like it’s not a thing that he wants he NEEDS it

- he pays attention to your body movements and how you react to certain things

- he’s the typa guy to get on his knees and eat you out

- tongue around ur clit and fingers inside you pumping in and out and moving around inside to touch your g-spot

[eveningalchemist]

Black Sails ended in 2017. Vine died in 2017.

Coincidence?? I think NOT!!!

[Video Description: a compilation of clips from Black Sails, with the audio replaced by Vines. transitions are a ship, the Walrus, exploding. a full description of each Vine is written beneath the cut. end ID]

I think we're gonna be friends kazoo kid vine over Silver and Flint in the we might be friends by then scene.

Screaming kid good morning vine over Joshua trying to jump scare Gates.

Don't fuck with me vine over Jack Rackham fighting for his first prize with another pirate captain.

The fuck this shit I'm out song over Silver watching Flint beat Singleton to death. Silver jumps overboard after.

The when will you learn vine over Max shouting at Eleanor during their break-up scene.

The yeet vine over Flint tossing Richard Guthrie's wig off the boat.

The free your mind vine over Vane's speech before he fights the logging camp leader. Fast-forward though the fight to Vane getting his face kicked in.

Sail! vine over a beautiful opening shot of the Walrus. A crew member shouts. Cut to the Walrus being blasted apart with cannon-fire.

Today I will be playing Mozart vine over Miranda about to play on her clavichord before being interrupted by Flint collapsing at her door.

Kitty! I want to sing you a song vine over various scenes of Randall and Betsy, the ship cat.

Do you ever want to talk about your emotions vine over Gates chastising Flint outside in Nassau, cut with Billy interrupting.

Gimme your fucking money vine over Eleanor arguing with a pirate crew, followed by Vane throwing Ned Lowe across his cabin, cutting to his warning sign that reads, I angered Charles Vane

Saw you hanging out with Katelyn yesterday vine over Billy confronting Dufresne about his betrayal, with pirates reacting in the background.

I am the sand guardian vine over Flint and Silver on the beach after the Walrus is wrecked, cutting to Dufresne walking away from them.

It is Wednesday my dudes vine over the island's Puritan priest practicing his sermon in a field looking distressed, overlaid with the scene of Miranda seducing him.

Barbecue sauce on my tittles vine over the scene of Gates and Flint drinking during the storm, with Gates giving a solemn speech. Cutting to Flint laughing drunkenly.

Welcome to Chili's vine over Anne going to Max's room, interrupted by Jack appearing while they are in bed.

Harry what's for dindin vine over a crew member walking up to Silver while he's giving his goings-on report. He punches Silver in the gut and Flint makes an 'oh' face.

Bop-It! vine over quick cut scenes of Jack, Anne, and Vane, including various fuck-you jack moments.

Welcome to my meet or greet vine over Colonel Rhett of Charlestown welcoming Flint into the city, unfriendly.

Dad look, it's the good kush! vine over Vane rolling a cigar, cutting to Blackbeard standing in his tent looking tired.

It's an avocado vine over Woodes Rogers receiving Eleanor's embroidery attempt.

Do you have any ice? vine over Thomas Hamilton explaining his plan to pardon the pirates to Flint, who looks baffled.

Somebody left an ice cube on the ground vine over Silver walking into Nassau's tavern to call-out the pirates for taking pardons. He hits Dufresne with a mug.

Get on top of the fridge vine over Flint yelling at Billy during the storm. Cut to Billy clinging onto a yard as the ship nearly capsizes.

Look at this graph vine over Silver trying to use navigation instruments and explaining them to Madi. Madi looks increasingly concerned.

Road work ahead? vine over Jack in Roger's carriage as they are approached by pirates on horseback. The carriage crashes.

You should get the orange soda vine over Eleanor and Max talking in her office after Eleanor's return from London. Eleanor is the orange soda woman and Rogers is the waiter.

Two bros chillin' in the hot tub vine over quick cuts of scenes of Silver and Flint, including sitting on the beach after the doldrums, staring at each other across a gap, and Madi in between them giving Silver a pointed look.

Release all of those sounds that are trapped in your mind vine over Vane talking to Eleanor while he's in prison. Cut to Eleanor screaming in the corner.

The fuck is in the air vine over Jack arriving in Boston and complaining about the snow.

I love you, bitch, vine over Vane getting punched by Eleanor, then getting a noose slipping around his neck as she watches.

It's finals week vine over Silver scenes across all seasons, from pleading his innocence in season 1, to getting his leg removed, to trying to save Muldoon from drowning, and then pulling a gun on Flint in the final episode.

[as-is-above-so-below]

The Death of Peace of Mind | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part 1: Altitude. Altitude.

summary: life with a pilot isn't all it's cracked up to be. a/n: hi friends! welcome! entry, please! i told you i would be back :) unfortunately, it took a lot longer than i expected. i moved states this year, started a new job, found a loving and healthy relationship, traveled internationally for the first time... i.e. i have been super busy, but i'm out of my depressive slump and finally got the urge to write (and post) again. i won't say that consistency is back, as my social calendar has obviously been slammed, but i will try my best <3

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Thunderous.

That’s the only way to describe the sound of hundreds of boots pounding down the ship’s stairs toward the dock below. While Hangman had only been aboard for a few weeks, many of the crew had been deployed for months on end. He, and a few other Top Gun members, made the vessel their temporary home while they completed a brief mission. Nothing like the Dagger mission, just simple recon; but the security was top-notch, and the admiral wanted his best on the case.

Hangman rolls the toothpick between his teeth with his tongue and shrugs his duffel higher up his shoulder. He laughs at a dig Phoenix makes at Rooster and claps a hand on her shoulder. “Oh, Phoenix. How I’ll miss you and your quick wit,” he sings, the sun hitting his face as his boot hits the dock beside her.

Phoenix shakes her head as she pulls her aviators from her shirt and settles them on the bridge of her nose. “And I will miss nothing about you, Hangman.”

“Ouch! Brutal! You wound me, Natasha.”

“See ya next time, Hangman.”

“You won’t have to suffer too long, Rooster. I’ll be in your dreams tonight, per usual.” He nods in the other man’s direction. “Rodeo, it’s been a pleasure.”

“I’ll never understand why you boys can’t seem to get along.”

Bob’s cousin, Rhett Abbott. Related by their twin mothers, almost identical themselves. A skilled pilot and proud country boy, with a heart of gold. Not to mention, entirely tolerable. Unlike his buddy, Bradley. Hangman and Rodeo clap hands in a firm handshake, smiling at each other. “It’s not in my blood, cowboy.”

They say their final goodbyes and are about to split up when a tiny voice shouts, “DADDY!”

Usually, this wouldn’t be uncommon. They’re on a dock, where families had come from all over Texas to welcome their servicemen and women home from a long deployment. It’s an emotional affair, albeit happy, but emotional nevertheless. However, when a little blonde girl they don’t recognize (again, not uncommon, usually) gets closer and closer, set on a path in their direction, confusion is written all over their faces. That confusion only increases tenfold when Hangman breaks into the biggest, most genuine smile they’ve ever seen him wear, and takes long strides in her direction.

“DADDY!”

Hangman drops into a squat, holding his bag in place on his shoulder, and grabs the child with his other arm. “Hi, baby!” he exclaims and fervently kisses her cheek. “I missed you so much!” 

He can’t remember the last time his heart felt so full. He understands now, why so many people have their families show up after every deployment or mission. Watching his daughter, who somehow managed to find him in the crowd, run up to him with so much excitement and love was entirely different than walking in the front door.

Although, it’s been a while since that’s happened.

He shakes the thought from his mind and scoops her up with his arm while he stands again. Her little arms go right around his neck, hugging him tight. He’s gently rubbing her leg when he asks her, “Where’s your mom?”

He’s fully aware of the absolute circus in the minds of his fellow pilots in the background. They haven’t spoken a word, silent, but he doesn’t have to look to know that they’re probably standing in the same spot. Unmoved, jaws on the floor. What Hangman does do is look around, keeping an eye out for–

“Mama!” the little girl yells, waving her hand frantically at the woman approaching.

“You found him! I’m so proud of you, Daise!”

Jake Seresin was an expert at keeping his personal and work lives separate; or he thought so, at least. Work often bled into personal, but never the other way around. Any piece or crumb the crew knew about his life outside of work, he had fed them willingly and with intention.

“Would you…want to come to port?”

“...What?”

“Only if you want. I know it’s a long drive for Daise–”

“No, no. We could fly. I’m just…surprised. You’ve never…”

“We’re docking in Corpus. The crew asked if I would show them around while we’re on leave. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to introduce you. And Daisy. Especially with…”

“That sounds nice. We’ll be there.”

“Great. I’ll send you the info.” Silence. “Thanks, Red. I mean it.”

“I know. Thank you for including us.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.”

“You’re fixing it. That’s all that matters.”

He thought that he had mastered work-life balance, too.

Apparently, not.

You give him a short side hug, partially blocked by his familiar duffel. His hand lingers on your arm after you pull away. 

“Hey. Thank you for coming.”

“Happy to. I wish you could’ve seen her face when I told her. Didn’t complain once the whole drive here.”

“Really? Isn’t that something?” He turns his attention back to Daisy. “Were you good for Mama?”

Jake listens intently to your daughter’s jumbled, excited retelling of your journey, and you occasionally butt in with light banter. He hadn’t been gone long, but from the speed and fervor at which Daisy was talking, you’d think she hadn’t seen him in months. This goes on for a bit until someone interrupts your daughter’s babbling. A male voice barks his callsign, and he peers over his shoulder in their direction.

He looks back over at Daisy with a gasp. “Daise, would you wanna meet Daddy’s coworkers?” he asks, his eyebrows quirked in faux shock.

“For real?!”

“Yeah, for real.”

“Yes!”

And that’s what you do. Jake nods in the group’s direction, and you follow his lead, sticking close to his side. He had obviously done an excellent job at keeping his family a secret; you can tell from a mile away that the band of pilots is trying to quietly deduce what the fuck is going on while you approach. Daisy is practically ready to launch out of his hold in excitement, giggling and wiggling like a little worm.

“Alright, don’t get yourselves in a tizzy.” He hikes Daisy up on his waist. “Daisy, this is Rodeo–”

“Like the rodeo at home?” she asks, in her curious, pitched voice.

“Just like that. Rodeo, this is Daisy Mae.”

“Pleasure.” The man holds his hand out to her, and she takes it, bursting with giggles again. The sound is like music to your ears, and you just know that Jake is absolutely reveling in her joy. Rodeo has a charming smile and a warm personality. You’ve heard just about every complaint under the sun from Hangman (and he has plenty), but he’s bitched about Rodeo the least. Although, when he bitches, that usually means he cares.

And he complains about Rooster a lot. A lot.

Rodeo then moves on to you and offers the same gesture. “Rhett Abbott. Miss…?”

“Seresin. I’m his wife,” you say, shaking his hand while you tell him your first name and insist that he drop the formality. You can sense Jake, your husband, looking and smiling down at you like you’re his moon and stars. You make a feeble attempt to avoid meeting his gaze but it’s futile. You make eye contact, and you know you won’t live the admission down.

You’ll talk about it later.

“You have a hat like Daddy’s,” your daughter says, and reaches out to touch the brim.

“Do I, now?”

“Moving on.” He turns her a little, “And this is Rooster.”

Daisy’s button nose scrunches in distaste, and her brows furrow together, before “…Ew.”

The man with a mustache, Rooster, clicks his teeth. “Seriously, Seresin?” he exclaims, exasperated.

“You know it. Up top, pumpkin.” Daisy throws her whole body into the high-five. You laugh as they smack hands in the air, and Jake shakes it off as if it were the crispest he had ever received. “Ouch. You’re gonna have a nasty right hook one day. You know who else throws a good punch?” He turns them to the next person, the sole woman of the party. “This is Phoenix.”

The dark-haired woman smiles brightly. “Hello! Phoenix is my work name. You can call me Natasha,” she says as if they’re sharing a secret. She’s very pretty, you notice, and you already like her. You hope the two of you can keep in touch, maybe even become friends.

You thought you would be more nervous, meeting the people Jake spends most of his time with, but you feel at ease. Sure, there’s anxious fluttering in your stomach, but it’s minimal. You’re in his sanctuary, his church, for the first time ever, and the magnitude of that isn’t lost on you.

“N…Tasha.”

“Exactly. Tasha’s okay too.”

It almost feels like before. Before Jake, Hangman, blew right past the hard deck of your relationship and left a fiery pile of rubble, which he was now attempting to repair.

But this isn’t before.

Then

Altitude. Altitude.

Not being selected for the mission stung; but being put on standby (babysitting duty), twiddling his thumbs on deck in favor of Rooster, stung even more.

Hangman knew deep down what Rooster was capable of. He said so during their training exercise. He had all of the skills to complete the mission just fine if he would just buck the fuck up. He didn’t have the confidence, too cautious for his own good. He hoped Maverick was right, that Roos was ready to get the job done.

“We got two minutes to target.”

“Copy. We’re a few seconds behind, Rooster. We got to move.”

“Thirty seconds to tomahawk impact on enemy airstrip.”

“Dagger, Comanche. We’re picking up two bandits. Single group, two contacts.”

They would be fine. Nothing to worry about.

“Sir, Daggers two and four are behind schedule. Time to target, one minute-twenty.”

“Rooster, where are you?”

“Come on, Bradshaw, pick it up…”

“Come on, Rooster. Bandits inbound. We got to make up time now. Let’s turn and burn.

Good, Payback. Kick his ass into gear.

“Guys, we’re falling behind! We really gotta move!”

“If we don’t increase our speed right now, those bandits are gonna be waiting for us when we reach the target.”

Hit the gas, Rooster. Do it.

And he did. By the sound of it, Roos had blown his wingmen out of the water with the way he took off. He nearly left them in the dust, to Hangman’s surprise and pride. Maybe the other pilot had taken a page out of his book.

“Dagger one is hit! I repeat, Dagger one is hit! Maverick is down!”

He had considered at least one of the lieutenants not making it back. Whether it was Rooster for being too slow, or Payback and Fanboy going down with him for his hesitation. He was fairly certain Phoenix was safe, with the legendary captain as her wingman. But losing Maverick wasn’t anywhere close to his radar. He started adjusting in his seat, checking his buckles and legroom while holding his mouthpiece up. “Dagger spare, request permission to launch and fly air cover!”

There’s a beat, before Comanche’s response. “Negative, spare.”

And like a good soldier, Hangman listened. Begrudgingly, and with great frustration, he listened. Even as Rooster disobeyed orders. Even as he located a somehow living Pete Mitchell. Even as he crashed like their leader. By that point, they were sure to be dead, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

That is, until–

“Daggers two, four, and spare. Be advised, a supersonic F-14 has been detected with Rooster’s headset. Unconfirmed occupants. Do not engage.”

“What?” Jake’s head whipped around and his eyes darted to Phoenix in her cockpit. She was looking between Hangman and Dagger Four just as confused as he was. “Did they say–?”

Payback lifted his mouthpiece. “Comanche, repeat.”

“Rooster headset has been picked up in the air.”

Going after Roos and Mav was a split-second decision. He knew he shouldn’t have done it the second his wheels left the carrier.

Pull up. Pull up.

And by then, it was too late to turn back.

“Dagger spare, do not engage! You do not have clearance for take-off! Acknowledge!”

“With all due respect, Comanche, not acknowledged.”

A man’s voice, likely the vice admiral, suddenly cut in. “Hangman! Stay put! That is a direct order!”

If he was going to get written up, potentially court-martialed, for disobeying direct orders, he was going to make the most of it.

“Sorry, sir. I can’t do that.”

Hangman didn’t respond to the slew of orders and cursing. He engaged the jet canopy and sat in silence with his hand over his right breast pocket, where three small photos were safely tucked away. One of you, in your pajamas with your hair up and an ice cream spoon in your mouth, eyes crinkled as you grin at him. Another of him and Daisy, and a third of the three of you.

You’d better be worth it, Bradshaw.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking.”

“Hey, Hangman. You look good.”

“I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”

You were standing by the door, rifling through the pile of mail from the day, when you found an official-looking letter in the middle. “Jake, baby, there’s a letter for you.”

Altitude. Altitude.

“Does it say ‘confidential’?” he hollered from the kitchen.

You turned the thick envelope over, then back again. “No, it’s just addressed to you,” you said, shaking your head as if he could see you.

“Go ahead and open it.”

The paper and adhesive tore easily around your finger as you approached the kitchen. You pulled the single page out of its sleeve and quickly skimmed the letter to give a summary. But that cursory glance sent an icy chill up your spine, choking back the first line that you had meant to read aloud.

You stood between the living room and kitchen, letter in hand, frozen; a reprimand.

“What’s it say, babe?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, let alone move. Your eyes meticulously crawled through the slip, unblinking, tears pooling helplessly at your lashes. Eventually, your body couldn’t take the stillness and your lashes fluttered. The gathered drops raced down your cheeks and soiled the paper.

LETTER OF REPRIMAND FOR FAILURE TO FOLLOW ORDERS

MEMORANDUM FOR Lieutenant Jacob Austin Seresin

FROM: Vice Admiral Beau Simpson

You are being reprimanded for violating Article 92, Failure to Obey an Order or Regulation. During the [REDACTED] mission, you, Lt. Seresin, were ordered to remain grounded. You neglected to do so. As your commanding officer, the risks and outcomes of the mission were weighed carefully. You decided, on your admission and recognizance, to steal government property and engage in air-to-air combat with an enemy force that had already shot down two of your fellow airmen.

Said action could have resulted in your death, as well as the deaths of others. As a lieutenant and military member, you are expected to be a leader and obey all lawful orders. This behavior is unacceptable and will not be tolerated. Any future occurrences of failing to comply with Navy Standards will result in stronger disciplinary actions.

After reviewing the sequence of events, and given the outcome of your actions–

You didn’t need to read the rest; the course of action Jake’s command had decided upon wasn’t important. You’d had enough. Your face suddenly felt hot. And your insides, your insides, too. The wet streaks on your face and neck suddenly burned; or was it the heat under your skin turning them to vapor? Eventually, after Jake prompted you again, an echo in the ringing in your head, you managed a quiet, “Get out.”

“Can’t hear you. What?”

Through gritted teeth, you turn to stare at him, gaze like hot daggers, and growl, “Get. Out.”

He turned to find you, the epitome of feminine rage and nearly cowered back. In the years you had been together, he had never seen you so angry.

“W…hat do you–”

His confusion only made your fury worse. And so your rampage began. Your heavy footsteps cut him off and you all but ran to your shared bedroom, and slammed the letter on the kitchen island on your way past.

“Red–” The thought died in his throat when he scanned the mail.

Fuck.

A bag flying into the living space from the hall broke him out of his stupor. Jake quickly moved toward the source, and asked, “Red, what are you do–” When he crossed the threshold, a pressed uniform smacked him in the face.

“Get out! Get out, get out, get out, GET OUT!” you screeched, lobbing clothes and other small objects at him.

His pants, his socks, his fucking underwear–

Out. Get it all out. All of it. Fuck him, fuck his shit, fuck his job–

“Baby–!”

“Fuck you! Don’t call me that!”

“Red, baby, please! Stop!”

That finally sparked a coherent thought in your mind. You were sobbing, choking on your cries, but you managed ragged breaths to string together a sentence. “We just talked about this! You promised me! You promised that you would do better, and I believed you! MOTHERFUCKER!”

A phone charger smacked the wall where Jake’s head once was; he swatted at a pillow that came in his direction when he straightened back up. “I…Sweetheart,” he stuttered, desperate sounding. “I couldn’t–they would’ve died! I’m so–”

Hearing him about to say he was sorry made it so much fucking worse. You don’t know what else to do but just…scream. Like a banshee. That was when the heavy shit started–the remote, a picture frame, a vase, a lamp. During your blind frenzy, he managed to get close enough to grab your arms when you turned your back, searching for another projectile. He pulled you to his chest, practically crushing you against him, so you would stop fighting and trying to injure him. But you were vicious; screaming obscenities and insults, writhing in his iron grip. You managed to get your legs up and kick at the bed, which sent Jake stumbling back and forced him to plant his feet. If he were honest, he would admit that he struggled to keep you contained, even for a moment.

His body, his flesh touching yours was too much, and your sleep set didn’t offer you much relief. Your skin crawled like you might just burst at the thought of having to be in his proximity any longer. Amidst all the chaos, you’d almost forgotten about your toddler, sleeping soundly in another room.

“I can’t believe I trusted you! You’re fucking killing me! And you do it like it’s nothing! Like we’re nothing! I’m done! I’m fucking done!”

Pull up. Pull up.

You kicked again, and Jake let you go, instead holding your face to make you look at him. But you shoved him away before he could get the chance. “Red, you have to understand–!”

“I’m done understanding! I don’t care about them! I don’t care about the military! Why should I give half of a shit, when my husband would rather die for them than live for his fucking wife and child!”

Jake didn’t respond. He couldn’t. What could he have said? To apologize, to make it better, to prove that. He’d already groveled to get to where they were then, and he screwed it up so quickly. 

The battlefield that was his mind wouldn’t cooperate. He was barely keeping his head above water lately, let alone while trying to mitigate the damage he had done to his wife. Damage that he didn’t—couldn’t—see, and still didn’t quite understand. You brought up your feelings, over and over again, and he did his best to keep his promises.

He did his best. Why wasn’t that good enough?

“You don’t get it! And I don’t know how to make you understand. I’ve begged, I’ve made threats, and it’s not working. So I’m telling you again. GET. OUT!”

“Red!”

The neighbors called the police. They heard your fight from next door, through the hum of their TV while their family ate dinner. How your daughter slept through it, even with taking after her father with his heavy sleeping, you’d never know. Jake sat on their doorstep shell-shocked, a cop around his dad’s age hovering over him with a sad look.

“I just want him gone. I need to be left alone,” you choked through tears, wiping your sleeve across your face. “I’m always alone.”

How did we get here?

Daisy’s faint cries flooded through the doorway from her bedroom. Your husband instinctually went to get up and tend to her, but was met with a firm hand on his shoulder. The man shook his head, and Jake slowly sank back down. If he could’ve sunk into the concrete, he would’ve. What kind of man was he, if he couldn’t even tend to his daughter?

The officers told each of you separately that charges weren’t necessary for a case like yours, which you were grateful for. Jake would never hit you, and you told them as much; you’d just reached your breaking point and needed space. The older man followed the pilot through the house as he went to fetch some clothes to last him a few days. It took everything in his being to ignore Daisy’s cries for him from behind her closed door; it was enough of a challenge that the officer had to nudge him past when he paused at the painted entryway, adorned with her namesake.

With instructions to restrict contact to Daisy’s needs for the next few days, to give you both time to cool off, your husband left peacefully. You didn’t watch as he tossed his bag into the backseat of his truck, or when he pulled out of your driveway. You simply thanked the officers and closed the door, leaned back against it, and sobbed into your palm. You don’t have long, your daughter having gotten louder with each passing minute she was left unattended. You let her cry for just a bit longer to get it out of your system before fetching her.

Even though you had just kicked your husband, the love of your life, out of your family home, you still managed to be incredibly gentle with your toddler. It felt like your soul was torn to pieces, one of them on his way to a motel or parking lot, no doubt.

You shushed her quietly as you scooped her into your arms and smoothed her hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s here. It’s okay.”

Altitude. Altitude.

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[rafeverse]

always busy II

CW: suggestiveness at the end

the next morning, y/n woke up to an empty bed.

“nothing new” she thought to herself as she sighed, moving the duvet aside and getting up.

rubbing her eyes, she made her way into rhett’s room. her heart dropped when she saw that his curtains were already pulled back and that he was not in his crib.

as her anxiety built, she made her way down the hall and into mia’s room. she felt sick when she was met with the same thing. curtains open and an empty toddler bed.

y/n tried to stay calm as she dizzily walked downstairs. she stopped when she heard her children laughing and the tv playing lady and the tramp, mia’s favorite. she took a deep breath and continued making her way into the living room.

she let out a deep breath that she didn’t even realize she’d been holding in when she saw who was on the couch with mia and rhett.

it was rafe. he had woken up before y/n and gotten the babies up, made them breakfast, and put on mia’s favorite movie while they ate.

“mommy!” mia shouted, hopping down from the couch, sprinting into her mother’s arms. “look, look at what we’re watching!”

“i see it, baby! why don’t you go sit down and finish eating while i’ll get my breakfast, then we can watch it together. that sound good?”

mia nodded and ran back to the couch. y/n made her way into the kitchen to see that rafe had made waffles, cut up some fruit, and had even made her a smoothie.

she couldn’t help but smile as she finished getting her breakfast ready. she jumped when she felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her in.

“good morning” rafe said, pressing light kisses to her cheek and neck.

y/n giggled, turning around and planting a kiss on his full lips. “good morning. what’s all this?”

rafe sighed. he tucked y/n’s hair behind her ears and held her face in his hands. “i haven’t been able to stop thinking about what you said last night. you were right and i’m sorry. i’m sorry for working too much and never being here. i’m sorry for not paying you or the kids enough attention. i’m sorry you’ve been like a married single mom for the past few months. i promise everything is going to change. i’m going to stop putting so much on myself and take some days off for once, to be with you guys and to give you a break. starting today.”

“rafe…” y/n smiled, happy tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. “i love you so much. thank you.”

he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife as she did the same, neither wanting to ever let go.

“i could sit here for hours telling you how much i love you, but i think it would just be better if i showed you when the kids are asleep.” rafe winked, squeezing y/n’s ass.

“rafe!” she laughed, a blush growing on her cheeks.

“meet me in our bedroom during nap time, princess.” rafe sent her a wink as he walked back into the living room.

y/n rolled her eyes and shook her head, quietly laughing to herself (while also praying nap time would come early that day).

[jungle-angel]

May Your Days Be Warm And Bright And Your Wedding Day Be White (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: The big day for you and Cal is finally here

Tagging: @floydsmuse @lewmagoo I hope you guys are ok with me including Father McDowell in this. Meggy, you've finally convinced me to write for Calvin and Leah, I can't thank you enough for including me on that taglist for the Rhett fic you posted. You guys are awesome.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, religious references, etc.

Cal took a deep breath as he straightened his bowtie in the mirror. He had never really been one for black and white, but he was determined to make an impression, seeing as you had both been waiting for this day for a long time.

He thought back to that glorious fall day when you had been walking around campus, both of you newly hired at the college, him in the chemistry department and you, the new nursing professor. Cal had taken you and Six-Thirty down to a favorite spot of his near the river, a beautiful little spot near the river on a path that he had used on his daily run with your canine companion. When he had pulled out his grandmother's ring, you truly realized what you meant to each other.

"Hell's Bells boyo," chuckled the old Irish priest. "Sweatin through yer dress suit are ye?"

"Any more and I'll be a puddle on the floor, Padre," Cal joked.

Father McDowell laughed. "Well, if the worst I have to do is have Helen clean you up with a rag, then I s'pose it's a good day eh?"

Cal smiled and shook his head. He quickly noticed the odd, laughing expression on the priest's face. "What?" he asked.

"Thinkin back to the day when you and John ended up on our doorstep," he chuckled. "Now look at ye, a fine young man, smarter'n a whip and who can command a chemistry lab as though it be a U.S Cavalry regiment. I'm proud of ye Calvin. And I'm proud of (y/n) too."

"She's amazing isn't she?" Calvin said.

"Amazin ain't even the half of it," Father McDowell chuckled. "Brigid's fire burns bright in that one I tell ye and if any o' the pretentious little bootlicks at the university wish to go after'er, I'll break both their legs and their balls all at once."

Calvin burst into a full fit of laughter until his older brother, James, poked his head in the door. "Cal, you ready?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Cal answered.

Father McDowell clapped a hand onto his shoulder. "Go git'er me boyo," he told him.

The smile that crawled across Cal's face, at that very moment, would have made you scream.

**************

"Oh God I'm so nervous.....ow!"

"Sorry, sorry," Mei apologized. "There's just alot to work with."

You smiled at her, along with the rest of the girls. Cal's sisters, Barbara and Kathleen, were busy looking after Lucy, Barbara's daughter, while Georgina and Betty, were helping with each other's makeup.

Mei had done serious wonders along with her twin sister, Betty. You looked so natural and so beautiful with your hair all done up and the lightest little touches of makeup here and there.

You and the girls had all risen at some ungodly hour of the morning to get ready to do each other's hair and makeup with Lucy barely sitting still long enough for Barbara to run a brush through her unruly curls. Your wedding dress had been kept in the closet at Mei's house, the something old that your mother had given to you when she had heard you and Calvin were engaged.

"So we have a something old," Mei mused as she combed back the last bits of hair out of your face. "And a something new?"

"My shoes," you chuckled.

"A something borrowed?"

"Momma's wedding veil," Barbara piped in. "Which Tony brought down from the attic this morning."

You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Barbara's husband had brought Patricia's newly repaired wedding veil down from the attic. The veil desperately needed repairing after having been in the attic for so long with you, your mother-in-law and the girls all pitching in to help.

"Something blue?" Mei asked.

"Not yet I'm afraid," you answered.

"Ah, I'll take care of that," she said excitedly. "From me, Betty, Mama, Baba and Nai-Nai."

You opened the little black velvet box, a hand flying to cover your mouth. It was a small blue and gold hair pin that took the shape of a brilliant phoenix, the bird hardly bigger than the tip of your middle finger.

"Mei where did you.....?"

"That was Nai-Nai's when she got married in China," Mei explained. "When they left Guangzhou during the war, it was one of the only family treasures she could carry with her. She gave it to me when I got married and now, I want you to borrow it."

You could've cried right then and there. You gave her and Betty the biggest hug you could possibly give, when Patrica, Calvin's mother, poked her head in.

"Oh (y/n) you look so beautiful!" she gasped, trying not to be loud and give anything away.

"Thank you Pat," you said, trying to control the emotions as you hugged your soon to be mother-in-law.

"We're ready when you are," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

You took a shaky deep breath as you and your bridesmaids readied themselves. Six-Thirty made his way up to you, sitting up as straight as he could on his haunches, the small basked clamped between his teeth. It wouldn't be long before you were officially Mrs. (Y/N) Evans and though you were nervous, you wouldn't have it any other way.

*****************

Cal stood nervously near the church altar, the pews already full of family and friends and people at the college you were close with. He bit his lip with anticipation as your mother walked in with Dr. Powers and then his parents. His father, Henry Evans Jr., stood tall and proud in his Marine Corps. dress blues, his cap tucked under one arm and his mother, Patricia on the other. His aunt began to sing from the choir loft as your bridesmaids and their husbands and boyfriends all walked in, each one looking like a queen in their lilac colored dresses. Lucy and Six-Thirty trailed in front of them, the tiny little girl hanging onto his collar to keep her balance.

Calvin's jaw dropped the minute he saw you enter, his hand flying to his mouth to keep from breaking down right then and there. He couldn't believe it. Here you were in front of him, in your momma's wedding dress, ready to take a vow to be his wife.

Your father gave you away, a few tears in his eyes as Cal took you on his arm. Father McDowell kept his sermon short and to the point before you and Cal read your vows to each other, trying to hold back the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to pull you both under.

"........My love, I could never imagine where I'd be without you," Calvin spoke. "Where I once felt lost, I found you, so unexpectedly and completely out of the blue, that it felt like a dream. From the moment I met you, I wanted to give you the whole world. You are my how and you are my why.......I love you (y/n).....so, so much."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house when you read yours either. Even Cal's father, the saltiest Marine you had ever met, was biting his lip, trying not to cry and claiming it was just allergies.

Before long, Six-Thirty brought you and Cal the tiny little wicker basket with the rings inside, returning to Cal's side and sitting a little straighter than before. When Father McDowell announced that you were now Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Evans, the whole church roared with applause, especially when you and Calvin shared your first kiss.

******************

The reception had all been one hell of a blur, you and Calvin having an absolute blast with your friends and family at the hotel downtown. You shared your first dance with family and friends joining you soon after, but not long into the night, the shenanigans had begun to ensue. You didn't really remember any of the family members with little home video cameras running around filming it, but once the film was developed, perhaps it would jog your foggy memory.

You and Calvin stumbled upstairs, laughing a little bit after having had a little too much to drink that evening. Knowing his family, they would still be downstairs in the reception hall at five in the morning, singing every drinking song they could remember off the top of their heads.

"Ready for bed Mr. Evans?" you purred.

"My head's a little achy, so I'd say yes," he answered, his voice a little slurred and sleepy.

He gently took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. Even after all that, Calvin still couldn't believe you were his at last.

"Need some help Mrs. Evans?" he asked you.

The way the words rolled off his tongue made your legs clench a little. "Just with the back," you told him.

Calvin quickly undid the back of your dress, before you hung it up in the closet. You slipped into the bathroom to change into a little something that Barbara had picked out for you and when you emerged, fresh and clean from a bath, you couldn't help but blush when you saw the naughty look on your husband's face.

"C'mere," he beckoned, his voice low like the first roll of thunder before the storm.

You crawled right into bed with him, the sheets and soft comforters falling over the both of you. Calvin pulled you right on top of him, pulling one leg up over his hip as he kissed you deeply, softly rubbing your thigh and trailing to the swell of your ass.

"So gorgeous," he mumbled. "My pretty little wife."

Your own hand trailed from his chest, down the soft little indents in his belly, the marks of hard exercise and days spent rowing out on the lake near the campus grounds. Your hand dipped a little into his shorts, hoping that his cock would grow swell in your hand.

"Like what you feel there sweetheart?" he chuckled.

You hummed as you kissed him deeply, his hands roaming as they played with the hem of your white satin slip. "Wanna take this off," Calvin whispered under his breath. "Wanna feel every little bit of you."

You pawed a little longer at his cock until you felt it growing, eliciting a moan from your husband. "Sweetheart?"

"Hmm?"

"Help me," he mumbled. "Wanna let my cock out."

You giggled a little as you helped him off with his shorts, his breath growing rapid and the heat from his body radiating onto you. When you saw his now freed cock, straight at attention and red with heat, you couldn't resist. You desperately wanted it inside you and Cal could see the look in your eyes.

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's alright," he said softly. "I'm here to help......easy now.....good.....good girl.....oh sweetheart, you're taking me so well....."

You whimpered a little bit as Cal guided you down onto his rock solid cock, caught completely off guard at how big he actually was.

"Now, now it's alright," he cooed, reaching up and spreading his finger across your stomach. "It's alright......"

You rocked back and forth on his cock to get comfortable. You loved how deep he could go, just deep enough to rub all the right places so that your core tingled. You gently moved his hands to your hips to keep you steady, fearing that when your orgasm finally hit, you would fall over.

"There we go......" Cal murmured. "Back and forth.....back and forth.....oh......good......good sweetheart, there we go......feel better now?"

You nodded.

A moan fell from your lips as you felt his cock twitching inside you, the wetness between your legs obscene as it married with the noises you both made. Calvin sat right up as he kissed you, pulling the bedcovers around you as your legs wrapped around his waist and his deft hands lifted your satin slip over your head and tossed it to the corner with his shorts. He held you so gently in those strong arms of his, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he slowly drew your orgasm out of you.

"Cal...?" you moaned. "Cal....?"

"Shhhh.....sweetheart....." he purred. "Gently.....gently my love.....not so rough now."

You calmed right back down as soon as he kissed you again, his hands roaming over your back and shoulders. You had no idea that this position could feel so fucking good. You and Cal had experimented a little here and there, but now you were so close together, that the space between you both had become nonexistent. You felt your orgasm intensify when you felt each other's tits pressing against each other and before long, you felt a sudden burst and a gush erupting between your legs.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the intense sex, but you and Calvin could barely keep your eyes open as you lay side by side in the comfy bed of the hotel room. You were more than content to sleep in the arms of your husband that night, knowing there would be plenty of time to do other things in the morning.

You and Calvin slept all through the night and for the better part of the morning as the sun came streaming through the hotel room windows. You didn't even hear the jangling of Six-Thirty's collar as he entered the room nor did you see him climb to Cal's side of the bed and begin licking his face.

"Oh, OH GOD!" Cal exclaimed suddenly. "Aw Six-Thirty, that's gross!"

Six-Thirty gave a sheepish little *WOOF!* before settling on the floor.

"Are you ok dear?" you laughed.

"No I've got dog drool all over my mouth," Calvin chuckled.

His disgust was soon broken when he saw a note attached to Six-Thirty's collar. He pulled it out and unrolled it, the message scrawled in black ink.

Your flight leaves for Key West tomorrow morning, don't be late---Dad

"What is it?" you asked, pressing a soft kiss to Cal's shoulder.

"Just a note from Dad," he answered. "Flight to Key West is tomorrow and you know what that means."

You were both filled with wild excitement, knowing that it would be your honeymoon trip......two whole weeks in a little cottage in Key West, Florida and no troubles whatsoever.

"I love you Mrs. Evans," Calvin mumbled, pressing a few soft pecks to your cheek and the side of your head.

"And I love you too Mr. Evans," you purred softly.

[delopsia]

In case you were wondering what I have been up to...

A Sleigh Ride preview, for ye 💃

The door squeals open. But it's not loud enough to wash over the outright giggle that bubbles out of your cowboy. 

"That!" Rhett's kicking at the heel of his boot, shoving them off his feet as quickly as he can manage. "Was mean!" 

Your feet have glued themselves to the floor. Unable to move or cover up the grin etching its way across your wind-bitten face as he steps up behind you. "But you're laughing." 

From over your shoulder, his gaze meets yours. Darker than the first time.

"Yeah," he mutters, in that deep, grumbly fashion that makes your knees weak, "'Cause 'm 'bout to do this." And before he can so much as finish his sentence, his frozen hands dart beneath your shirt. Palms pressing against your warm belly. Firm, even as you yelp. Trapped between his arms, unable to jump anywhere but back into his chest. 

"Rhett!" But you can't get away. Squirming, stumbling in his grasp. Strong enough to force your bodies to stumble forward. Not enough to break free of the frigid fingers danging up your sides. 

"Jesus, why're y' so fuckin' strong?" The only disadvantage Rhett has is the socks clinging to his feet. Unable to gain a hint of traction on this hardwood floor. Slipping, sliding around. "Y' little bull."

Speaking is beyond you. Breathless as your feet dig into the scratched wood. Pushing yourself backward, Rhett's back thunking into the wall. 

He's laughing. 

You're at the end of your rope, and he's laughing.

Scowling, you push back a little further. The soft curve of your ass pressing into his jeans, drawing those chuckles into a guttural groan that tickles down your spine. Weakening the slightest bit at the way you wriggle against him, feeling the way he twitches, hardening until he's straining against the material.

Your name falls off his lips. Hardened arms, now soft, hugging you against him, powerless to do anything else. The brim of his hat bumps against your head as he leans into you, putty in your hands.

He doesn't say a word, but the hot breath on your neck tells everything you need to hear. 

Slow, you spin, twisting in his arms until you're nose to nose. Your hand free to reach down and slip between his legs, cupping him through his jeans. Drinking in that shaky breath, the way he pushes into it, and how his eyes flutter. A pretty show, all for you. 

"Why're you so quiet all of a sudden, cowboy?" You whisper a taunt uttered so quietly that it ought to be poetry. 

His Adam's apple bobs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. But he doesn't say anything. 

No, he's quiet.

Even as you take a fistful of his jacket, haul him off the wall, and back him into the living room. A wordless dance that bumps your noses together but never lets your needy mouths meet. His hands on your hips and yours on his chest, the only sound in the room that of your necklace jingling, an echo of the sleigh ride you were supposed to have. 

Fortunately, you can think of a much, much better ride. 

[artfinderartist]

Had a dream couple nights back and became inspired to make a story out of it! It’s my first time writing fanfic so forgive me 😅

Blood Moon 🩸🌕 [Chapter 1]

Summary: Rhett and Link found out they are a lot more mythical than what they originally thought, and they found out more of themselves and each other!

Some warnings: Blood and implied violence in coming up chapters; Maybe a little scary? Nothing too much! (Tell me if I need to add any other warnings!)

“That’s a wrap guys!”

Stevie says as announcement as they just finished their last episode of the day. Some of the crew claps in celebration and a few go over to the main set where Rhett and Link were just playing a game of sorts that include rather large set pieces. 

As you hear series of drills and clutter noises in the background, Rhett and Link got up and thanked everyone for a good day of filming today, though most of the crew will be heading home for the day, not these two men as they were planning on doing some more work on their laptops in their esteemed office.

“Glad we did a lot of catch’in up to do for our schedule” Link said as he sat down at his side of the office opening his laptop, preparing himself with the plethora of emails he has to read and send out.

“Yeah but we still going have to do lot more catching up cause of the coming up tour dates.” As Rhett too sat down.

Link did a little sigh, not out of frustration or anger but a little exhaustion, it’s only been a couple days since they filmed Good Mythical Evening, and Link still is feeling the sores and a certain headache from it. He couldn’t recall doing anything majorly physical, well except of course that glorious scene with doing sex poses with Rhett. Which he can’t get out of his head as he rewatched that particular moment over and over.

As Link was in deep thought, the subtle noises of his name being called.

“Link? Link..? Man, You good?”

Link snapped out of his head scape, “Huh? Oh sorry man, was spacing out. What’s up?”

“Remember what is going to happen in the next few days?” Rhett says with a smile that Link knows too well, almost like he is holding a surprise and Link will have to guess what it is.

“Uh..Halloween?”

“Yes but not it.”

“Oh shoot, oh no is it one of the crew’s birthday?”

“Nah, but it is special”

“Man, I don’t know I’m bad at guessin’..what is it?”

“It’s supposedly a blood moon in a couple of days, the night before Halloween, pretty cool huh?”

“That’s pretty cool, but we have to do a lot of work that day, I might get tired before it even shows it’s face.” Link laughs a bit, Rhett knows how stingent Link is on wanting to go to bed early.

“Come on Link, we don’t get to see these things a lot in our lives! Look we can even go to the Creative House after work so we can see it, it’s only gonna last a few minutes so as soon as it’s done I can take you home.”

“Well, I guess, we can continue writing for Wonderhole while we’re at it.”

“See? And we don’t even have to work on it for the night you want, we can just chill outside and grab some drinks.” Which after the word ‘drinks’, Link jokingly shivers and chuckles “I’m going to take a break off of drinks for a whole month especially after the live show!” Rhett laughs and responds with, “Fine so only water for you, still I’m sure it would be fun and we need a little break, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, ‘Guess so, okay so we have like 3 days till the Blood Moon?”

Rhett nods, “Yeah, but for now let’s continue doing emails and we’ll call it a day.”

Link does salute and a lower pitch of his normal voice, “Yes, Sir”. Which follows with Rhett laughing.

And for the next few days it was the regular routine of filming for the first part of the day and then doing work and writing at their office.

Except at the day of the Blood Moon, they had a little break of the cycle with a meeting, which did aid the two to get out of their little routine, at the end of the meeting, Stevie said, “Hey, I heard there’s going to be a Blood Moon tonight? Pretty funny just a couple days you two were Werewolf and a Vampire for Good Mythical Evening.”

To both of their surprise they never put the two and two together of the coincidence of such, which they both laughed.

The day is over as almost everyone clocks out, some of them either head home as normal, some rushing to their local Halloween store for any quick candy bags or even costumes.

But the only ones left are Rhett and Link, which they told themselves to finish writing up one more episode of the next season of Wonderhole before they head to the Creative House.

“Alright man let’s head to the house.” As Link gets up from the couch.

Rhett grabs his keys and shoves them in his pocket before they start heading out to his car. After dealing with LA traffic and finally making it to Creative House, it was already dusk at this point. “You excited?” Rhett said out loud with an almost impatient tone, Link knew Rhett really wanted to see the Moon tonight. Which he doesn’t mind seeing it or not, but he wants to make his best friend happy, “Yeah man, I’m sure it will look awesome”. As both of them get out of the car and head inside the house. It’s been a hot minute since they been at the creative house on their own, lately it’s always been at least one or two other crew members there either working with them on a project or needing to grab something for the show.

“Wow” Link says in a shiver, “it’s so cold in here.” As he covers his arms trying to keep himself warm, it’s quite odd that it’s as cold as it is, it was a good temperature outside with a little breeze, but not cold enough to make it feel like walking through a freezer.

“Really? I think it feels pretty nice here, I’m sure you left a jacket or something in here from last time we were here.” Rhett looked around searching for some sort jacket, or anything for Link. “I’ll just truck it out, it’s fine.” Even while saying that he is half-desperately looking for a jacket to wear. After a good minute of both of them looking for one, “Let me just try to turn on the heater.” As Link quickly went up to the thermostat, but something is odd with it, “W’the hell? The power for the thermostat is out.” Rhett was very confused with it, “What Y’mean it’s out?” Rhett continued as walks over to where Link is at in the living room, the thermostat sat cozyingly between their TV and the hallway, “We just got a new one, it shouldn’t be shut off.”

“That’s what I’m saying, but the lights here are able to be turned on so it can be a full blackout.” Link trying to press any button on the dial but it’s futile. Rhett said casually all a sudden, “You just wanna barrow mine? Just to hold off till we call someone tomorrow for help? Cause I think it’ll be too late for anyone to come at this time.”

“Thanks but I’ll be okay.”

“You are shaking like a leaf, come on, here.” As Rhett shuffles out of his jacket and hands it to him, which Link sheepishly say “Thank you”, as he quickly puts it on. Rhett immediately noticing the relief Link is feeling within the warmth. “Dang Dude, you a portable heater or somethin’?” Link quirks up. Which then Rhett laughs as a response as he goes grabs some drinks, and a couple of waters from the fridge, he wouldn’t want the thermostat to bring down their spirits, but something odd he sees. Where he notices a lot of other things are misplaced or missing, “Did you know anyone else that was at the house?”

“Uhh..No, we are the only ones to have the keys, I have my key with me, do you have yours?” Which Rhett promptly looks for his own copy of house keys, which he was able to find. “Yeah, I have mine, last time anyone was here it should’ve been when we were here too.” Rhett paused for a moment of thinking.

“That’s weird, maybe someone got some stuff before we locked up before, it happens.”

“Guess so.” Rhett couldn’t stop thinking maybe someone could’ve gotten into the house and stole some things, but when they both walked in there was no signs of any break ins. “It’s odd though, ain’t it?” “Yeah it is but I say we shouldn’t worry about it maybe it was just one of the crew members who got thirsty or hungry.”

Rhett wants to think it was still something else, but he couldn’t think of anything as he responds back, “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Sorry what was that?” Link smiled as he puts one of his hands to cup his ear as motion for Rhett to speak louder.

“Shut up, man.” Rhett laughs with Link joining him, as they were having a moment, they heard a loud thud outside near the backyard. Which to both of them immediately stop laughing and quickly look over to the view of the side door with just a bit of the curtains blocking where the bushes would be normally viewed at, all they can see is the pool.

“What the crap?” Link said in fear, as he closely krept closer to see what was that thud noise is.

“What are you doing man?” As Rhett grabs his shoulders and brings him back to where he was originally at, “That could be someone out there.”

“Don’t you see? What if it’s one of the crew pranking us, cause it’s going to be Halloween tomorrow they would want to do a little scare on us..!”

Which does bring a good point for Rhett, it would make since why all these weird things are happening, with the house being cold, food being rummaged and now the loud thud.

“It sounds like that crow thud we did for the Hazel horror short video we did, I bet someone is out there with the prop, I bet I can prove it!” Link says as he continues walking, Rhett still having his hands on Link’s shoulders, walking with him. “Okay well Why is it a good idea to walk where they want us..?!” In a whisper yell, which then Link whisper yells back, “Because we’ll go out there and say ‘that we know what you’re doing’..!”

“Okay well, What about that chance it’s not one of the crew and it’s some murderous guy?” Rhett says in trying to convince Link to not go. “Then we uh..I don’t know.” Link responds with a silence of ponding on weather or not he should do this, before he can make up his mind, another thud, louder than before, with also scraping noises, which sounds like coming on the side of the walls of the house. Which surely scared the two off and they moved to behind the couch at this point.

“What the hell man..? We should call someone.” Rhett said with tremble in his voice.

“I’m going to right now.” As Link pulls out his phone, but before Link could press any numbers, his phone starts to not respond and the screen turns black. “Okay man this is not funny, I think my phone just died.”

“How? I just saw you charged it in the car..okay use my phone.” And same as Link’s phone, before Rhett could even hand Link his phone, it’s screen too blackouts. “You know what lets not even risk it, let’s just go into the car and get the fuck out of here.” Rhett said to Link as they both get up.

Luckily with the kind of car he has, it is able to start the car even when you are not there, Rhett yanks his keys out and tries to start it, which normally the start up noises could be heard from afar, but nothing. “What the hell?” As he smashes his key’s button quickly in effort to start it off, which fails. “Well let’s just run into the car.!” Link says as you can feel his terrified voice. This isn’t just some prank, or if it is, it was too good of one, which both of them desperately want it to be one.

“Okay, let’s run out of the house on a count of 3..”

“Okay..”

“1..”

“2..”

Before 3 could be uttered out of Rhett’s mouth a crash sounds echoed outside in the backyard, with almost a horrible gnarled noises, which can’t be determined between a person or animal.

The two men decided that was their cue to high-tail out of there, and they made inside the car, both locking the door and Rhett trying to start the car, which doesn’t start. “Come on, come on! You piece of-“

Another loud snarled noise is heard in the backyard, which causes the two to standstill and become as quiet as possible. Rhett was about to whisper something to Link as he turns to see his face, which when he sees Link, a true terrified face shows, as Link is not looking back at him but afar.

“Link? Link!” Which then Link quickly taps Rhett’s shoulder as a signal for Rhett to turn to see what Link is seeing. Both of them are now seeing a pair of big eyes in the distance where the backyard gate would be at, eyes glowing as a bright red, mirroring the same color as the Moon is now.

[femmmie]

Do you take angst for your prompts? Just thinking of an ianthony fic but ian-centric that’s inspired by “I can do it with a broken heart” by taylor swift. Would really love a good/comfort ending!

As I said Anon, I love me some angst! Here ya go!

He's not coming back - Japhan2024 - Smosh [Archive of Our Own]

Slowly, it began to register with Ian.

"Cause I'm a real tough kid

I can handle my shit

They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it til you make it."

And I did

Lights, camera and smile

Even when you want to die

He said he'd love me all his life

But that life was too short

Breaking down I hit the floor

All the pieces of me shattered

As the crowd was chanting "MORE!"" - Taylor Swift

He's not coming back. At all.

"Ian? We, we want to tell you something."

Courtney and Shayne sat with Ian in his office at Defy.

"What's up?"

"Well, you might have noticed that me and Courtney hang out a lot together..." Shayne's smile had never been wider.

Oh god. Ian really tried to act surprised and happy at the news that Shayne and the only person left at Smosh he could confide in, Courtney, were now a couple.

Ian had developed a crush on Courtney shortly after Anthony left. They were funny, witty, knew when to change the subject. And they were always there for him when he needed them. Granted, those times had been in short supply the last couple of months.

"Congratulations you too, and thank you for telling me."

They all got up.

"I love you so much, Ian," Courtney said as they hugged him tightly."

Ian managed a tortured smile.

~

He's not coming back.

~

Ian watched in shock as people looted the Defy office. They were drinking, putting graffiti on the walls. He couldn't blame them too much, but it still kind of hurt. What would become of Smosh?

What would Anthony think about this?

They exchanged a short conversation, then it went silent again.

Ian buried himself in his work. Getting a buyer for Smosh to save it from being sold off for parts. Then he became the president and had Rhett and Link to talk to. It was great but not enough to get Ian out of his head.

~

Ian watched tv. His house was a mess. Nobody visited anyway, as they were in lockdown.

His phone rang.

Nerves shot through his system but it was for nothing. It was Spencer.

"Hey man," Ian picked up.

"Hey Ian, how are you doing?"

"I'm good, just chilling I guess."

"I just want to say it's really nice what you're doing for all of us. Keeping us on payroll. It's frankly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. And I wanted to tell you thank you. We're cooking up all kinds of fun videos for Games."

"Aww, that's so nice! I'm glad, Spence. Take care."

Ian didn't feel like talking at all. He wanted to vanish, but he couldn't. He still had to be in videos every day and it was just so hard.

It was so hard without Anthony.

Anthony had always been there.

He opened his sixth beer of the evening.

~

They were back in the studio. It was better times for Smosh. It started to have an identity of its own.

They were shooting a meme reaction video.

"I guess the other guy left..." Shayne laughed his maniacal laugh at the meme. Everyone lost it. But Ian was close to tears.

"Are you okay?" Courtney asked empathetically.

"I'm fine," Ian managed to say.

The carefully constructed walls around Ian's feelings all came tumbling down. He remembered everything. His and Anthony's friendship deteriorating. Anthony becoming so unpredictable: hostile one moment, begging for connection the next. He hadn't trusted him anymore. How he regretted it now. He'd been so young and dumb. And now he didn't have his best friend anymore. It was like Ian's world shattered all over again.

After the shoot, Courtney came up to him.

"Hey, Ian, you alright there buddy?"

"I guess I am, Court. How are you and Shayne?"

"Better than ever." They smiled.

"I'm glad. I'm heading back home."

"Alright, take care okay? We all love you, you know that right?"

"I do. I think you're not too bad yourselves."

Courtney smiled. They truly were very pretty.

~

They stood on the balcony. Their mutual friends had left them to talk.

Ian had completely forgotten how gorgeous Anthony was. Damn. His features so lean, his smile so convincing. His eyes so dark and warm, hot even.

"It's a miracle you saved Smosh when Defy went under. I have to really thank you for that, Ian."

"It was all I had left- you know. Of our friendship."

"Ohh.." Anthony gave him a hug. "That's so sad but also so nice."

"Yeah." Ian smiled wide. He'd also forgotten how *nice* it was to be around Anthony. They got each other. There was an understanding, from knowing each other for so damn long. It was incredibly reassuring.

They stood there, watching the LA night sky.

"Anthony? What if- what if we bought back Smosh?"

"We look for love, no time for tears

Wasted water's all that is

And it don't make no flowers grow

Good things might come to those who wait

Not for those who wait too late

We gotta go for all we know

Just the two of us" - Grover Washington Jr.

[bobfloydsbabe]

FIC REC FRIDAY | october 20th 2023

dancing beneath the moon – @delopsia ↳ rhett abbott x reader

WHY I LOVE IT

I’ve read most of Del’s fics, each one better than the last, but Dancing Beneath the Moon is something else entirely. Not only is Rhett a ghost, but he’s a little shit who makes Reader’s life a little more interesting. Del’s trademark attention comes out in full force, painting a picture so vivid it feels like I’m standing in the room as the story unfolds. The way Del describes Rhett’s ghostly appearance and presence is so different from anything else I’ve read, and it was amazing to read. As the story progresses, you get a sense of longing and despair woven through every word. Rhett and Reader yearn for each other, long for a world where he’s alive and they can be together, and your heart truly aches for them. A standout element of this story is the humor, and while it isn’t a humorous story, it provides a break from the tension. Rhett and Reader are clearly comfortable and aren’t afraid to poke fun at each other. Reader’s amusement at Rhett’s confusion about a video game consol was truly precious, and as readers, we feel the affection they feel toward him. The smut is another brilliant part of this fic. Del could teach a masterclass on writing smut that is both filthy but also intimate and sweet. I love the moment of them stumbling up the stairs because Rhett’s a little unsteady on his feet. I love that he’s mindful of being dirty and uses Reader’s fingers as opposed to his own. I love the inclusion of lube. They’re joking and laughing and enjoying themselves, and it shows even as it gets hot and heavy. The ending is just another layer that I absolutely adore. Del pulls back and looks at the bigger picture, and gives us a vague idea what happened to Rhett that made him a ghost, but it’s never spelled out. And finally, Rhett being confused by crabs is so fucking funny that I laughed out loud.

TOP 3 REASONS YOU SHOULD READ IT TOO

➛ Ghost!Rhett but make it sexy. That's it. That's the reason.

➛ Attention to detail and truly atmospheric writing sets this fic apart from others. It feels like you're moving through the story with the characters.

➛ Rhett being a little shit and possessive menace is so funny, and it made me chuckle several times while reading. I'm sure you'll do the same.

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[twistedboxy]

For Robyn as part of this year's mythical secret santa @mythicalsecretsanta . I present

Class Magic

From the blog @dailyau the AU was "We're teachers at the same school and our students are convinced we're pining for each other (we are) AU

Monday

"Hey Mr. M, sorry I'm late." A young voice said.

Rhett looked up from his desk to see his student holding an ice pack to their head. "Hi Tommy, no worries. What happened?"

A third voice spoke up. "Sorry, there was a bit of an incident during gym class. The nurse said he was okay but I wanted to make sure he made it okay."

"I'll make sure to keep an eye on him, Mr. Neal."

"Thanks."

Tuesday

"Hey, we're recess duty pals today." Rhett said.

"We are. It's pretty nice today before break. What are your holiday plans?" Link replied.

"I go to my parents house where I also see my brother and his family."

"That's nice. My parents aren't together anymore so I visit both their houses."

“Oh so you kinda get two Christmases in one.”

Link laughed, “I guess so, it's been like this for so long I never thought of it that way.”

“Incoming!” A childish voice screamed out. A ball came flying towards the two, it hit Link in the shoulder causing him to stumble into Rhett who caught him.

“You okay?” Rhett asked as he helped Link get his balance.

“Yea, I'm good. Surprised me, that's all.”

Wednesday

“Welcome class, I decided today was a free day since the book fair is here this week.”

“Yay!” Multiple cheers from all around.

“Mr. Neal, can we go to the book fair?” A student asked.

“Let me check, but I think we can manage that.” A few minutes later, he came back.

“Alright, we're all set. Who's coming along?”

At the book fair

“Mr. M, check out this book on dinosaurs!”

“That looks like a good one. Are you going to get it, Billy?”

“Yea!” Billy runs off.

“Hey Rhett, looks like your class is having fun.” Link quipped.

“Hey Link, I see you brought your class too.” Rhett said.

Link laughed, “Yea they pretty much begged me to come. I think some of them wanted to visit again.”

The two watched both their classes run around the fair and admire their purchases. Rhett leaned down to tie his shoe, Link noticed something stuck to this back.

“Rhett, there's something on your back, you want me to grab it?” Link asked.

“Sure, thanks.”

“Let's see what this is.” He unfolds the paper reading aloud “I'm stuck on you. From your secret admirer.”

“You have a secret admirer! What a clever way to sneak a note.” The two laughed.

Thursday

Rhett thought he picked a great sweater for Ugly Sweater day. It was a kitten popping out of a present shooting lasers out of its eyes.

“Nice sweater, Mr. M! Did you plan yours with Mr. Neal?” Someone questioned.

“No, why?” He said.

A girl spoke up “He's wearing the same sweater.”

“We have good taste then.”

Friday

Link's day didn't start out great. It was raining and he ended up stepping on gum. The day continued dully. During his lunch break, he decided to work on some grading. He flipped open his gradebook and a boot shaped card slipped out.

“Huh what's this?” The gradebook was put aside for the moment while he inspected the card. Inside the card it read,

“Just like gum on a shoe, I'm stuck on you. There's a matching card afoot, go and find it. From your secret admirer. P.S. Will you be my date for tonight?”

Link felt his heart skip a beat from the notion of someone liking him romantically. His lunch break was almost up and he had class soon but the note instantly made his day much better.

Meanwhile Rhett walked into his classroom to find a similar boot shaped card taped to the chalkboard. “Alright, who put this here?” He asked.

“Mr.M, it was already here when we came in.” One of his students replied.

Another spoke up, “Are you going to read it?”

“Not right now, after class. Let's get started.”

It was towards the end of the day when Rhett got to read his note. His note read “I like your boots. Can you find my partner? From your secret admirer. P.S. Will you be my date tonight?”

Rhett chuckled to himself, someone noticed his boots.

The school was pretty empty as he searched around for his card's partner. He rounded a corner not paying attention bumping into someone.

“Rhett?”

“Hm, oh Link sorry about that. My mind is elsewhere.” Rhett apologized.

“Same here, what's that in your hand?”

“I got this card earlier today. I'm supposed to find its partner.”

Link held out his hand with the matching card.

"I think we were set up." Rhett laughed.

“They're not wrong, I do like you a lot.”

“Same here. What do you say, would you like to be my date for tonight?”

“I'd love to. See you tonight. They're going to get a kick out of this.”

“See you tonight.” The two parted ways until later.

At the dance

“Do you think all the stuff that happened this week was coincidence or was it the grade's elaborate plan to get us together?” Link asked.

“We were definitely part of their plan.” Rhett replied.

“Like I said earlier, I do like you a lot. I'd definitely like to spend more time with you. So what do you say, would you like to go out again sometime again?"

"I'd love to."

Various students nearby started cheering.

"I guess that proves it."

[fknmoonmoon]

Make it Ours

Warnings: smut - fingering, swears

A/N part of the Come In From The Storm universe (we use the term loosely), aka an excuse to write more Rhett Abbott smut

___________________________________

You move in with Rhett almost as soon as the sale goes through, and at first it’s a little weird. So much of him is the same - the same kindness, the same shy little smile when he sees you at the end of a long day. He still fits his hand around yours the same way he did the first time he ever held it. He’s just rougher around the edges. His voice is harsher when he’s annoyed with something, he drinks more after hard days. He’s harder, but he’s softer, too. 

There are moments you turn to him and he’s so gooey eyed it makes you stop what you’re doing and smother him in affection, til he’s laughing and peeling you off of him to finish the task at hand. You’re doing a near-total remodel of the house, and you’re doing it yourselves. It’s a decision Rhett made the first time you tried to have sex in your bed, in the master bedroom… your parents’ old room. “This is fucking weird,” he’d muttered, and started tearing down walls the next day.

You’re painting in the living room. The new big bay windows looking out towards the mountains let in so much light, and you’ve picked a darker color for the walls to offset the brightness. You and Rhett have yet to agree on the pink velvet sofa that’s arriving next week, but he’ll come around. 

You hear him bang through the kitchen door, the one that needs replacing because it’s older than the both of you and he’s going to break it one day. “Easy tiger,” you call out to him, setting the paint roller down in the tray and capping the paint can. You toe off your painting shoes and stroll towards where he’s leaned against the counter, arms extended for you to join him. “That door has to last another month.”

“I like the dark,” he says quietly, looking through the kitchen door at your work. “S’nice with the sunshine.”

You smile up at him, chin resting on his chest. “Did you have a good day?”

His hum is noncommittal. His eyes shift around the room, a smile tugging at a corner of his mouth. “Wanna try somethin’.” 

“What?” He pushes the two of you away from the counter, moves you in front of the sink and spins you to face the window. It occurs to you again how much stronger he is, how easily he handles you, and there’s a pull in the pit of your belly. “Rhett…”

“First time I ever got myself off,” he says into the curve of your neck. “Was thinkin’ about you bent over this sink.”

You can’t hold back the laugh. “Shutup.”

“Dead serious,” he chuckles, kissing that spot below your earlobe. “And it’s my kitchen now.” He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your shorts to shove them down your legs, panties too. 

You inhale sharply when he cups you, thighs tightening instinctively around his hand. His name becomes a drawn out, quiet moan when his slender middle finger finds your clit, focused pressure making you press back against him, the fabric of his jeans rough against the bare skin of your ass and thighs.

“S’my girl,” he coos. “Gonna mark every room of this house with you and me, make it ours.” Your knees weaken at his quiet voice against your skin, and when he pulls his fingers through the slick gathering between your legs they nearly give out. “Easy,” he laughs, but he exhales a whimper right along with you when he pushes a finger inside, your body tightening against him as he starts to work it in and out of you.

“More,” you breathe. The pull in your stomach is stronger, aching. He bites down on you when he adds a second finger, the sharp sting of his teeth at your neck and the easy strokes of his fingers over that spot that making you tremble and struggling to support yourself against the counter.

“I got you, baby,” he murmurs, slipping an arm around your waist. You start to rock back against him, the ache rising higher as he works you towards your peak.

“Rhett,” you whine, and he finds your clit again with his thumb, stroking it in tandem with the plunge of his fingers. Your breathing gets faster, quiet little pants matching his rhythm and when you come your cry catches in your throat, hands slipping on the ledge when you push yourself harder back against him.

“S’my girl,” he repeats, slowing the thrusts of his fingers as you come down with a whine, the gentlest kisses against your neck accompanied by soft, sweet praise. He’s hard as a rock against your ass, but he’s focused on you. “Y’ok?” You nod, breathless and suddenly aware of the soreness where your hip bones pressed against the counter. “Good,” he says quietly, sweeping an arm under your knees to carry you through the house. “I’m not done with you.”

[rhettabbotts]

Shelby my love, how are you? I hope you’ve been good.

I had a thought for you about our man Rhett, going ice skating with him, and Rhett’s actually good at it. He’s skating circles around you the whole time before he finally just take one of your hands in his and places a hand in your waist to guide you on the ice

BELLA MY LOVE!!! i’m doing ok!!! i hope you’re doing well🥺 i’m currently screaming and crying over this thought oh my goodness!!!

When you suggested to go ice skating for a date you didn’t expect Rhett to be a pro at it. You had only been a couple of times, not really that great but you enjoyed it nonetheless. Rhett did not give you any impression that he even liked ice skating, but once he got out on the ice, he was a completely different person.

You helped each other to the entrance, waddling in your skates to the cool arena. Rhett took off immediately, meanwhile, you were clinging on to the wall. You felt like a baby horse, legs nearly giving out from underneath you. Rhett was already on his second lap by the time you made it halfway around the rink. Hell, even little kids were skating better than you. You couldn’t help but let out a huff of frustration when Rhett made his way back to you, stopping at the wall beside you.

“You need some help, honey?” Rhett asked, his tone genuine. You nodded defeatedly, reaching your hand out towards him. “I’ve got you.”

He held you close, keeping you both steady on the slippery surface. He spoke words of encouragement and praise as you started to gain more confidence. You were starting to get the hang of it, gliding across the ice with Rhett by your side. That was until a little kid sped past you, causing your ankle to roll out from under you and you went down on the ice, pulling Rhett with you. You both laid there belly laughing, clothes soaking through.

“I think I broke my fuckin’ tailbone,” Rhett grumbled, pushing himself up and grabbing your hand to pull you up with him. “Let’s go, Bambi. Before you break a bone.”

You lightly shoved him, skating away to the exit. You returned your skates and retrieved your things, holding hands the entire way back to the truck. Rhett opened your door for you and kissed you soundly before helping you in. He cranked the heat and held your hand the entire way home. You loved pulling in to see the Christmas tree lit up and the lights that framed your new house beautifully. You ended the night on the couch snuggled up with the fire going, two cups of hot cocoa to keep you warm.

“I had fun tonight, baby. Thank you for helping me,” you spoke softly, looking up at Rhett with loving eyes. He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer.

“I love you, sweetheart. You looked pretty cute, wobbly knees and all. Kind of reminds me when I-“

“Alright, you dog. Don’t ruin the moment,” you said, giggling as he rubbed his stubble against your neck. You couldn’t be any happier than you were at that very moment. Your first Christmas in your new home was going to be nothing short of perfect, you were sure of it.

[attapullman]

My Darling Morgan Le Fay, I'd love to fuel any Rhett thoughts/thots for this one has been on my mind alot lately (lol).

Royal and Cecelia have hung onto alot of home movies over the years so one day you and Rhett decide to sit down and watch some of'em and oof were you in for a wild ride with those ones (lol).

The first set was labeled "Shenanigans, 1986" and it featured Royal and John Dutton during their time at college as heads of the Delta Tau Epsilon Fraternity that Rhett later ended up ruling in his own right. John was tending bar that night and was squirting beer into everybody's mouths with the keg nozzle and Royal comes out of nowhere, doing to that beer nozzle what Lewis did to that rose (lol). Rhett was also thoroughly traumatized when he saw his mother and Evelyn Dutton (his aunt and godmother) at spring break in Daytona Beach, Florida participating in a wet t-shirt contest and screeching "You Give Love A Bad Name" like a pair of drunken parrots (lol).

He also discovers one labeled "Roy and Cece, '92-93" and it's videos that Royal took of Cecelia when she was pregnant with Rhett. Hilarious instances include:

Royal arguing with Perry about how Perry's gonna have to suck it up since he's getting a new sibling and he doesn't want to. Cecelia didn't fail to inform him that he had picked a losing argument with a two year old.

Royal catching footage of Cecelia at eight months pregnant, folding up the baby clothes in the nursery and he's singing "She's Havin My Baby". Cecelia gave him the look and told him to get the fuck out but not before he caught her cleavage through her shirt and went "hey pretty mama, mind if I stick my face in there?", she threw her shoe at him two second later.

While Cecelia was in labor and her mother was prepping to deliver Rhett, Royal had asked her "So do ya'll want me to get a double wide shot of this, or pan down?" Cecelia flipped him off and was like, "If ya'll get a shot of anything......and I mean ANYTHING, comin out down there, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

And finally, Cecelia getting the last laugh when Royal has Baby Rhett all snuggled in his little Dumbo elephant blankie and Cecelia being like "Are ya'll cryin?" and he's like "Nope, pollen allergies" and she's like "Roy, it's the end of January" (lol).

Mo-Mo I desperately wanted to share this with you, it's been sitting in my head for too long and I did write it out but it's still there, rent free (lol).

Mary!!

Oh, how I love a stop by from you! And with all these fun little trinkets of the past!

I'm with Rhett traumatized at the wet tshirt contest 😂

I love imagining a world before all the Hole™️ nonsense and Cecelia and Royal are involved parents who are sweet on each other. And Royal as the sappy dad? MY HEART.

♥️

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Sex Manual (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Big brothers will always look out for the little brothers and give free sex ed lessons where and when they possibly can

Warnings: Smut references, frat boy sex manuals, weird and very detailed sex positions/acts etc. BE WARNED SOME OF THESE POSITIONS ARE REAL!!!!! (lol)

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @attapullman @callmemana

Rhett sighed as he paced up and down the row of freshmen pledges seated before him in the living room of the Delta Tau house, hands behind his back and licking his lips, a nervous habit he just couldn't break.

"Alright guys," Rhett said to them. "Now I'm sure that this ain't the first time ya'll have encountered something sexual.......but I warn you.....nothing, I repeat......NOTHING......can prepare you guys for what you're about to learn in these lessons."

All of them looked at each other, nervous and uncertain.

"Anybody on Greek Row will tell you," Rhett continued. "That during a rager, you will encounter sexual acts that are filthy, disgusting, depraved and stunningly beautiful all at once. A Delta Tau in his natural habitat, often engages in these odd mating rituals during said mating season which lasts from Valentines' Day all the way up through March."

The boys scratched a few notes on their little notepads, hoping that the notes would at least serve them well enough in the days ahead.

"Now seeing as Florida Fuckfest occurs at the peak of mating season," Rhett informed them. "Ya'll need to prepare yourselves because anything and everything will be thoroughly fucked, including shit that doesn't even move. I guarantee that every one of ya'll will have your balls completely drained by the time spring break is over. So lets dig into the manuals and get in the weeds. Flounder? What's the first chapter?"

"Um......sex positions?"

"Alright so lets list out a few sex positions and what they are," Rhett said, turning to the portable chalkboard. "What's the first one?"

Flounder snorted, stifling a laugh. "Simba," he answered.

"And what does 'Simba' entail?" Rhett queried, trying not to laugh.

"Oh God......" Flounder squeaked. "I don't think I can read this......"

"Just try."

"When you blow your load on a girl's stomach, take some on your thumb, wiping it across her forehead, you go 'SIMBA' like Rafiki."

The other pledges and even Rhett couldn't help himself, their laughs filling the room. "Alright anybody else?"

"What's the Cleveland Accordion?" Stephen Rodriguez asked.

"Oh that's funny," Rhett laughed. "That's where ya'll quietly cum on her knees, loudly bust a nut in her face and then slam'er knees and face together like an accordion."

The pledges could no longer keep their laughter in, one or two of them simultaneously rolling to the floor at Rhett's explaination.

"Wait, this looks weird, what's the 300?" Danny Kelso queried.

“When you finish doin it, that's where you make sure your naked partner is at the end of the bed near your feet. Then yell ‘This is Sparta!’ and kick her off the bed," Kayce explained before taking a swig of Coke.

"You've tried this?!" Rhett exclaimed through a fit of laughter.

"I didn't have a choice!" Kayce blurted out. "I had to pee really bad and she wouldn't get off me!!"

"Was that Monica?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah.....it was Monica," Kayce chuckled sheepishly.

Rhett grew a little red in the face when he saw you in the doorway, biting your lip as you tried not to laugh. Kayce called for attention, himself and the pledges standing straight out of respect for you since you were the frat's First Lady.

"Baby I am so sorry ya'll had to hear that," Rhett apologized.

"Rhett don't apologize it was hilarious," you chuckled. "Besides, I've heard worse over at the Phi Gamma house. That's nothing."

Rhett took you in his arms and kissed you. "Wanna help me out here?" he asked you. "I could use a T.A for the sex ed classes."

You laughed, kissing him right back. "I'd be honored," you told him. Turning to the pledges, you let them be seated. "Alright dumbasses, let's get down to business," you announced.

[ereardonlibrary]

A Place Like This [Rhett Abbot x OC]

Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 1.5K

Warning: Cursing, implied smut

“They sure don’t grow them like that around here.”

Rhett turned in the direction that Larry the mailman was staring. When he caught his first glimpse of you, he couldn’t look away. You were all consuming to him.

His ice blue eyes zeroed in on your patent black stilettos, far too impractical for a town like Wabang. They traveled up your bare legs to the hem of your tight black dress, across to the modest neckline and short sleeves.

You were an outsider, and you weren’t even trying to hide it. Rhett subconsciously tried to brush dirt from his hands using the rough material of his jeans, but he knew that he would never get rid of it. The dirt, this place, was a part of him. Whether he liked it or not.

But it was your face that stopped him dead in his tracks, one cowboy boot literally glued to the uneven pavement. His fingers twitched at his side when he saw you straighten up from a bent position where you had been fiddling with folders in a leather tote bag, shiny black hair snapping back in a wave over your shoulder as you stood, bright white smile flashing at a man who greeted you as he passed.

Part of Rhett had expected you to turn your nose up at the locals. You were obviously a city girl. He couldn’t comprehend why someone as beautiful and confident as you would ever step foot in Wabang, but Thank God you had, he thought.

So when you held open a door to the bank for an older couple, his heart soared in his chest. If you had been rude or unkind, he might have been able to forget about you. But you hadn’t. You held the door and smiled and watched them walk slowly to their car with a lopsided smile spread across your face.

He hadn’t even said a word to you, but he was a goner. Larry saw it immediately in the desperate, lovesick way he gazed at you.

“Better mark your territory fast, son,” Larry said, slinging his worn blue bag over his shoulder and tipping his hat as he slowly got into his truck. “Girl like that isn’t going to last long in a place like this. For one reason or another.”

Rhett nodded, swallowing hard on a dry throat. Larry had just spoken into existence what he had known all along. A woman like you wasn’t made for a life like this. Someone as beautiful and extraordinary as you would never be happy in a town like Wabang.

With someone as simple as Rhett Abbott.

But just as he was about to walk toward the bank where you had disappeared inside, shoot his shot because fuck it what did he have to lose anyway, Amy grabbed his hand. “Uncle Rhett?” she asked, looking up at him. “Can we go?”

He had forgotten that Amy was in the pharmacy picking up a prescription for Perry. He was too distracted by fantasies of how he would approach you to realize his niece was tugging on his arm.

“Yeah, bubs,” he said softly, leading her down the street toward his truck, past the bank. He peered inside and saw you laughing with one of the tellers, your slim hands flat against the countertop, leaning forward to take some of the weight off of your heels. “Let’s go home. Ma’s got dinner waiting.”

***

You were the reason Rhett drove into town the next three nights after dinner and set up camp on a barstool at the Handsome Gambler.

So when you walked in on the third night, despite your presence being his intention all along, Rhett almost choked on his beer.

You strolled in and took a look around before settling onto a stool at the far end. It was a weeknight and business was slow. Tom the bartender took your order immediately, and when you wrapped your lips around the straw of the drink you peered around, locking eyes with Rhett. He gave you a shy smile, lips curled up without showing teeth, and you grinned back. He took that as an invitation to join you, grabbing his beer and making his way slowly to your end of the bar before sliding onto the adjacent stool.

“Hey there,” he said, his deep voice low and gravely.

“Hi,” you whispered back, finger toying with the straw in your drink.

“What’re you drinking?”

You squinted, looking down at the glass and then back up at him. “Gin and tonic.”

He nodded, mulling that information over in his mind, tucking it away for later, and you crossed your legs, causing Rhett’s eyeline to dip down to your lower half. The sight of your smooth legs in those sky high heels made him stir in his jeans, and he silently adjusted himself.

“I’m Julia,” you said softly.

“Rhett Abbott,” he replied instantly, and the roughness of his voice made your pelvis ache. He had clear blue eyes that when they met yours felt like he’d never tear them away. His gaze was so intense it made you want to melt into a puddle near his boot-laden feet.

“So, Rhett Abbott,” you murmured. “You from around here?”

He nodded, a small curl of dark blond hair falling into his eye and he brushed it away with one hand.

“What do you do for a living, Rhett?”

His lips curled up in a smile and he leaned one flannel-clad arm against the counter. “I’m a bull rider, ma’am.”

“Ma’am,” you nearly choked on your drink. “How old do you think I am?”

He blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You leaned forward, resting one elbow on the wooden bar. “So how did you mean it?”

Rhett shook his head, choosing not to answer your question. “Where are you from, darlin’?”

“Chicago.”

You watched the confusion run across his face. “Chicago. That’s a long way away. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here, of all places?”

Leaning forward you took the last few sips of your drink and motioned for a second with the bartender, who nodded. “Business.”

“What kind of business?” Perhaps he didn’t notice that he had shifted until his denim-clad thigh was pressed against your bare calf. But it was all you could focus on. The rough texture of his pants against your smooth leg and how you could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“M&A.”

He squinted, frown lines crinkling his forehead and the corners of his eyes. He was fucking beautiful, in the most natural way you had ever experienced. Tiny, button note, rippling muscles of his biceps, the smooth lines of his legs.  

“Mergers and acquisitions,” you explained and he nodded, but you could see he was still trying to connect the dots. “I’m part of a restructuring team. Our clients come in, ask us to evaluate whether or not it’s financially worth buying a business. It’s my job to make a recommendation.”

Rhett’s eyes widened. “Well shit,” he murmured after a few seconds. The bartender dropped off your second drink and you smiled up at him.

“It’s just a different kind of bull,” you said softly and Rhett laughed, a low chuckle that you felt reverberating in your own chest. His hands were tanned and slightly dirty as he gripped his beer glass, taking a long sip.

“How long are you in town?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Not sure yet. Depends on how long this takes. Could be days, could be months.”

Rhett wanted to reach out and run his coarse hands across your smooth taupe skin. If he was being honest, he wanted to know what you felt like pressed against his chest, your lips tattooed on his. He wanted to know what it would be like to hear you moan his name in his ear. “So I might see you again?” he asked quietly.

You opened your purse, pulling out two twenties and laying them down on the bar next to your drink before standing and smoothing your dress. Rhett’s eyes followed you as you inched close, leaning into his ear. “I hope so.”

Your lips were so close to him that the hair around his ears fluttered from the wind leaving your mouth. Rhett had never felt such longing as he did in that moment.  

As you stepped toward the door, fingertips on the handle, Rhett called out to you. “What business did you say you were evaluating?”

“I didn’t.”

He rubbed one open palm against the leg of his jeans. “OK then, guess I’ll ask. What business are you here to potentially buy?”

You tugged open the door, the cool Wyoming air filling your lungs. “The town. The whole damn thing.”