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via-l0ve · 7 months

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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

#love u mwah #im in love with this man #twilight #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle #carlisle cullen #twilight imagine #twilight headcanon #twilight x reader #carlisle cullen smut #carlisle cullen fluff

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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unforgettable - c.sainz

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requested: y

pairings: carlos sainz x reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + time jump + established relationship

a/n: slightly inspired by the song unforgettable by Thomas Rhett ☺️ the song is linked below 👇

“do you remember the night we met?” you ask watching your husband, carlos, shovel food into his mouth from across the dinning room table.

it’s hard for him to forget he remembers every detail of that one night in Monte Carlo because it changed everything.

“how can I forget, amor.” he says, mouth full of food, you reach across the table wiping a piece stuck on his chin. the night was a haze for you, only able to remember the Spanish man across the run down bar in a red polo shirt. you could hardly remember the rest it had been so long ago.

“tell me how it happened.” you rest your chin in the palm of your hand watching the fork fall out of his hand as he takes a sip of water to prepare himself.

“hmm well I was with Charles…”

— THAT NIGHT —

it’s pouring rain in Monaco, the streets are flooded, and you were doing anything you could to avoid the harsh droplets from ruining your outfit.

it had been a long week of work that deserved a drink or two, and your friends and coworkers couldn’t have agreed more to celebrate one week down, and more to come. you all met up at a bar with door hinges that barely held together, old chalkboard sign, and a half lit up neon one. you were sure this place had horrible google reviews, but despite the run down appearance, inside was perfectly normal.

you enter inside brushing the rain off your jacket and immediately spotted the table far in the back with your friends who were waving you over. you weaved your way through business men and other tired workers, to your group and took the empty seat at the end of the table.

“it’s raining like crazy out there.” you allow the shivers to run through your body before ordering a drink and turn back to the group in front of you.

“I was a little surprised by the place, the outside is awful.” your friend jokes, her head swiveling in all directions taking in the new tile floors, dim lights, perfectly clean bar, and quite a crowd for the 5pm rush hour on a Friday.

“next time we go out, we go to a bar with five star reviews.” you chuckle taking the drink from the server.

the glass handed to you was dirty, and the rim of your drink had a lipstick stain, “I’m going to order another drink this glass isn’t clean.” you get up from your seat at the table and head to the bar.

you’re careful to not spill the drink that was almost full to the rim, and just as you were almost to the end of the bar, a bright red shirt was suddenly in your field of vision. lucky enough for him and you, you swerved around just in time to avoid a spill. he hadn’t even noticed you he was to into his conversation, but his friend did.

“woah! you alright? you didn’t spill any did you?” he taps your back, and you turn around to being greeted to two men in red Ferrari polo shirts.

“yeah I’m fine, I’m just returning this so it doesn’t matter if I spill.” you nervously laugh, eyes flickering between the two of them. the one who caught your eye was much tanner, he had darker chocolate eyes, a subtle beard growing, and his brown thick hair made you want to run your fingers through it.

“yeah good luck with that, they charged me double to remake my drink.” he shook his head at how ridiculous it was. you just smile back turning on your heel carefully completing your mission towards the bar.

the bartender sighs, and before you can open your mouth he already knows why you’re here, “redo it? another one of you? I’m not remaking it.”

you’re stunned, the look on his face is stern but also annoyed, you were quick to apologize and take the drink back again, “n-never mind I’ll just drink it.”

you turn back around feeling embarrassed, but it’s that same red shirt in front of you, and when you look up he’s behind you.

“she wants her drink remade,” he takes the glass from your grip allowing the liquids to slosh all over his hand before setting it on the bar, “and a new glass this one is dirty.”

“mate, I already told her I’m not remaking it.” the bartender pushes the glass back towards him, and he pushes it back. the two go back and forth for awhile and you see he’s not giving up for you. you’re not sure why some stranger would do this, but you’re thankful.

“well that’s too bad you’re remaking it for me. and don’t talk to women like that.” he shoved the drink back a final time, other people are staring now and the bartender feels his pressure. his eyes are stern and narrow, he’s not giving up until the bartender sighed and accepts his defeat.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you say, his face relaxes turning to you, a little smile creeping on his face when he sees you’re happy despite the fight he put up.

“he didn’t need to yell at you.” he was right about that, there was no need for it, and if it wasn’t for the mystery man in a red Ferrari polo shirt you would’ve been drinking from a gross glass, “I’m carlos.”

“I’m y/n. do you like work for Ferrari?” you ask pointing to the logo on his shirt, he smiles because you have the slightest clue and he thinks it’s cute.

“something like that yeah.”

“ooh, so it’s like a secret job? do you and your friend work for the special services for Ferrari?” you lean against the bar, chin resting on your palm begging to know more.

he erupts in laughter shaking his head, “my friend is Charles leclerc, does that name ring a bell?”

you shake your head, “I don’t follow the special Ferrari services, carlos. tell me what you do!” you move closer to him. you can make out the depths of his irises and you so badly want to get lost in them. every inch of him is gorgeous.

“I drive for Ferrari. I’m in formula one.” he chuckles watching your face grow more concerned and confuse. he sees your mind is working to put some pieces together, but ultimately you fail.

“so what’s formula one?” you ask just as your drink and the check arrives, carlos signs the paper, and you both move along the edge of the bar to the two empty seats at the end.

he pulls one of the seats gesturing for you to take it, you thank him and do so while pushes it in he begins to explain his job.

you nod along, thinking you understand, but he sees right through you and just laughs into his drink. you’re not sure what’s funny to him, but his laugh is music to your ears and butterflies erupt in your stomach. was there anything about him that wasn’t attractive?

“well what do you do, y/n. do you work for the special services?” it’s his turn to lean in eager for more. he’s wrapped up in your beauty from the minute you turned around. hair brushing over your shoulders, wide beautiful eyes, and a pretty smile. he’s happy Charles nudged him in your direction at the bar.

“I can’t tell you if I do.” you give him a playful smirk, arms crossing over your chest. you’re quick to drop the cards and laugh, “no I just work a normal nine to five job. nothing like driving for Ferrari.”

“are you saying my job isn’t normal?” he pretends to be hurt, but it’s all playful and you love how he’s playing along.

“well I don’t know too many people who are in formula 1 for Ferrari!”

“okay you caught me there.” he rolls his eyes, he doesn’t want to but he has to check his watch. he can feel Charles approaching because he knows he has to leave. just as the night was getting good, he didn’t want to leave. he wanted to be with you in this dingy bar.

“let me guess, you have to leave?” you ask, frown forming on your face as you see it’s nearly nine, the crowds of people were beginning to hit the streets for a Friday night, and you were desperate to get home to get the rain and a work day off of you. you just didn’t want this night with Carlos to end.

“I’m not leaving until I get your phone number.” he’s stole the pen from the bartender and a napkin sliding it in front of you.

“oh you’re smooth, I like it.” you take the pen and scribble your number down for him. he takes the paper and shoved it in a place he knew wouldn’t get wet.

“one day you’ll find out that’s actually my nickname.” he’s standing up now, Charles is right there about to remind him of their commitments for the early morning.

“so you’re saying there’s a second time I’m going to see you?” you ask, doing the same thing you always did begging for more, resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

“of course, amor.”

— NOW —

“and I still have the napkin to this day.” he finishes proudly. you’re shocked he’s remembered so much. it was all down to the dress you wore, drink you had, and to what the bartender looked like. you’re both more than 99% sure that bar closed a year later.

“no you do not, Carlos sainz jr. you’re lying to me.” you gasp, and he quickly gets up to find his wallet. he pulls out the perfectly folded square napkin revealing your name and phone number inked into the paper.

“I can’t believe you still have this.” you’re careful to touch it making sure it doesn’t mop up anything from the table. you could cry knowing he kept this all these years.

“it was the best night of my life I had to keep it. I couldn’t forget you.” he’s got that same smile on his face that made you fall in love the first time. nothing about him has changed since then—maybe now that he had two kids and was married to you.

“well naming our kid Charles is definitely a way we can’t forget.” you say watching his nose crinkle remembering the semi heated argument he had with his Ferrari teammate. you’re not sure how he lost that battle, but Charles did have to name his kid after you.

“he said I owed him, he was going to make the move if I didn’t.”

“well I’m glad it was you. I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

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kayluh1915 · 5 months

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psssst, disclaimer…

@swiftllama: *texts me with no context* EVERY BTS THEY GET GAYER AND GAYER

Me after watching said BTS:

It's Ianthony moment breakdown time, BBY!

I know I've been gone for a while but I've really been going through it, y'all. I want to post more from here on out, but I can't make any promises. Executive disfunction and ADHD paralysis sssuuuccckkkkssss.

Anyways, back to our regularly scheduled screamings!

Also, this is from a members only video. If you can, please support Ian and Anthony directly. I do not share content outside of small Ianthony moments like these.

The noise that came out of my mouth was not human in anyway, shape, or form! Anthony has carried Ian like this before, but it was before his departure. Back then they were really stiff and awkward with each other since their friendship was strained, as they have mentioned several times. Now they're super close and don't give a flying fuck and MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT!

Sam has been keeping me up to date with everything and I just can't believe the timeline we're in. Everything else might be shit, but at least Ian and Anthony are back together and give us moments like these on the weekly! 😭They keep me sane.

ANYWAYS, I made some gifs of the moment because AHHHH and I'm going to break down the little moments that made my fandom heart flutter

Let's get to it!

Right off the bat, Ian very minorly freaks out when Anthony picks him up and immediately grips Anthony's arm. Logically, I know that anyone would grab onto the closest thing on instinct in this situation... but my Ianthony brain is screaming: "AWWW! ANTHONY MAKES HIM FEEL SAFE!!!!!!!"

Okay, my logic brain is calming down now because this gif just confirmed that Ian not only trusts Anthony whole heartedly but also FEELS SAFE! As soon as Anthony reassures him that he won't let him fall Ian relaxes and starts to let go of the death grip he has on Anthony's arm near the end of the gif.

Another demonstration of how much Ian trusts Anthony. He doesn't even flinch when he lifts him up and even has that face he makes that screams: "yeah yeah, we know Mr. Buff." after Anthony comments on how easy it is for him to hold Ian.

DUDE! The way Ian just goes limp after Anthony once again lets him know that he's got him. IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE and, again, is proof of how much he trusts him. He knows Anthony won't drop him and just decides to relax for a second, putting his full weight on Anthony's shoulders. I CANNOT! It's so intimate!!! Ian probably also took notes from Rhett's "I'm Dead" move he pulls on Link which I find hilarious.

Okay, this is my favorite one of this whole gifset. The way Anthony looks back at Ian to make sure he's still comfortable and then smiling to someone about it!?!? BRING AMBERLAMPS! MY HEART HAS STOPPED!

Damn, I needed these two in my life so badly right now. The fact that they pulled THIS SHIT just makes it so much better. I know they've said and done things more damning within the past few months, but I enjoy more intimate moments like these. Yeah, it's for a bit, but it shows just how much Anthony cares for Ian and how much Ian trusts him.

Lord have mercy, I need a nap after all of that. 😮‍💨

#kayla's ramblings #smosh #ian hecox #anthony padilla #ianthony #because it's obvious????#☀️🔍#smoshblr #carrying #LORDY #I still need that nap

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Nosebleed Section // Jake Seresin

Part Two: Conflict Diamond

Summary: Jake struggles with putting his love for you into words which ultimately ends up pushing you further and further away. When everything comes to a boiling point? Is he able to say the three words you’re so desperately seeking.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Mentions of bar fights, mild themses of injuries associated with a bar fight. Jake Seresin x F!reader

Author Note: Part One Is Linked Here. Angsty little two parter to get the blood pumping. Dunno how well this will take but I enjoyed writing it nevertheless. So here you go.

Bob knew the second he saw the blue and red lights flashing through the window from the car park that you’d be done for. You were young, lithe and homely, wise by no means. Knowing that you were one guys, for his eyes and only—you’d go down any day of the week for Jake. If it meant he didn’t have to deal with people treating him like sex on legs.

“Hey—“ Bob shoved at your foot as you groaned and jolted from your sleep. Looking at him as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows in the back of Roosters Bronco. Head spinning from the copious amount of liquid courage and bones throbbing from the impromptu bar fight. Your nose killed. Your lip swollen. Blood still stained your shirt and face, dried and caked into crevices you didn’t even know you had. If Rhett could see you know he’d tell you to pull yourself together and stop acting like a delinquent—little hypocritical coming from a guy who’s wrap sheet was the same thickness as the dictionary. “If you think I’m gonna bail you out of your responsibilities Y/n you got another thing coming.” Bob and Rhett were five years older than you but they both, each to their own respect, acted like your fucking dad.

“Hell are you on about Bob?” Questioning your brother’s scowl, he pulled Roosters Bomber off your chest. “The fuck?”

“Cops are here.” Your heart sank as you sat up and saw Sam Taylor standing behind Bob. The North Island local Constable. He was a nice guy—hated bringing you in. But he always made sure whenever you were that you got what you needed.

“Hiya Sam.” Your head was throbbing as the alcohol in your system had started to break down.

“Abbott, we gotta stop meeting like this.” Sam sighed as Bob stepped aside to let you climb out of the back of Rooster Bronco. “You’re gonna have to come down to the station—“

“Yeah yeah I know the drill.” You turned on your heels, heading towards the police car parked in the lot just across the way. “No need for the cuffs alright they give me a rash.”

“Shit—“ Jake saw the slights as he came out of the bathroom, fixing his fly as he dashed out the front door, brushing past his colleagues who all stood around watching the events take place. They all knew this was coming. “Brawler!”

“I’m fine Hangman go back to whatever it was that you were doing.” Constable Taylor just followed you back to his car. Shaking his head because this wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last time he picked you up. “Gonna catch a lift with Sam here.” You didn’t both turning around, why would you when Jake had basically said he didn’t want to love you. Struggling to come to terms with the fact he’d fallen for someone like you—just a girl from Wyoming who couldn’t hack it. A Brawler.

“Sam, hey.” Jake caught up to the young constable as he shut the door behind you. “She was just defending me—“

“From a twenty something blonde? Yeah, get outta here Seresin, I'm not buying it, Abbotts a smart girl but she’s got rocks in her head. She knew what she was doing.”

“In all seriousness. Jake lowered his voice. “That girl assaulted me.” It was the first time Jake had actually admitted it. “She wasn’t takin’ no for an answer and just wouldn’t stop.”

“Who threw the first punch?” Sam asked, stunning Jake into silence for a moment as he watched you lay down in the back of the cop car like you’d done it a million times before. “Exactly, as for your assault, file a report, but she’s going to the drunk tank, she’ll sleep it off—cop a charge and hopefully get to keep her job if this shit doesn’t make it to trial.”

Jake loved you. He really did. He’d just never loved anyone like he loved you before. His own feelings scared him half to death because he couldn’t control them. It truly frightened him that the feelings he had for you went so deep that he’d move mountains and part seas just to get to you if you needed him.

Struggling with his own emotions may have cost him everything when he’d worded it the way he had. But deep down Jake knew if grief ever darkened his door, you'd light it up the way you brighten up a room. It hits him right in the chest,

puts the breath inside of his lungs every time he sees you smile. A gift all for him each time because those smiles seem less and less genuine nowadays.

He wonders briefly, while looking at you through bright reds and deep blues if you’d stopped smiling for him when you stopped believing in the idea he may have loved you back like you so openly loved him.

“Ring me when her bails set, would ya Sam.” Jake knocked on the window to grab your attention. You didn’t bother looking up as you send him a half assed wave of acknowledgment. That was good enough for Jake as a smile crept its way across his face.

“Why?” Sam just shook his head as he made his way around to the driver's side door. “You gonna pay for it?” Jake turned to Bob who’d been standing off to the side just taking it all in. This hadn’t been the first time he’d watched one of his siblings get carted off in the back of a paddy wagon and it sure a shit wasn’t about to be the last. It was in his blood, your blood.

“Someone’s gotta.” Jake replied softly as he made his way over to the weapons system officer. Meeting him toe to toe. “Neither one of you have ever told me why you're Floyd and Rhett and Y/n and Abbott?”

Much like Rhett who’d always been chasing a way out of Amelia county but could never pull the trigger, Bob was right there. Firing off on all cylinders the day the twins turned eighteen. He ran, but you ran straight after him.

“Because I didn’t wanna be an Abbott.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

You didn’t remember being brought in and being detained in the drunk tank at the Miramar station. But you do remember Sam slamming the sliding roller door open the next morning. The sudden ringing in your head as you fell from the small fold out to the concrete flooring below told you all you needed to know. You’d fucked up. Again.

“Bails been posted, Jakes waiting outside for you.” He smiled softly as he watched you scramble to your feet. You looked like hell but that bitch looked worse and that alone was worth it. No one touched Jake if he didn’t want to be touched, it didn't matter if he was usually the one initiating the conversation or approaching whoever he had set his sights on. on. Consent was consent—for everyone. “You should go home, get cleaned up, stay outta trouble long enough for this to figure itself out.”

“Where’s the fun in that Constable Taylor?” You tried to remain your usual stoic self. Carefree and honest. “But I’ll do my best—“ But the cracks in your shell were starting to crack ever since Jake fucking Seresin said he didn’t want to love you. Well, he didn’t quite say it like that but you knew how to read between the lines. “Thanks for the free lodging.” You tapped his chest before making your way down the hall to the clerk's office to grab your things. Your shoes, your phone, wallet, keys and whatever was left of your remaining dignity.

“There she is, How ya doing Brawler?” Jake beamed as he leaned against the hood of his pick up. Smirking at you with that thousand watt smile as you stumbled down the front staircase a little less than graciously. Groaning as you held your hand against your rib and started on that nasty limp you had when putting pressure on your right leg. An old rodeo injury that was only ever exacerbated when you decided physical altercations were far more exciting and adrenaline enduring than verbal confrontations.

“There’s definitely a lesion here.” You groaned as you made your way over to the passenger’s side door without so much as a hello or a thank you.. Despite your inner turmoil, you and Jake had a connection that didn’t need to be spoken, he knew you were thankful for the lift just like deep down despite his inability to admit it out loud that he was thankful you came to his defense last night. “But I’m not gonna be the one who figures it out—“ Clipling in your belt, you let your head hit the back of the chair as you sank lower and lower. “Take me home please—I need a shower and a fucking tylenol.”

“You definitely take the whole fuck around and find out analogy to a whole knee level huh?” It was silent when you didn’t answer straight away—not even a song playing softly through the speakers could be heard as your head throbbed from the bruising that had started the shine through in shades of deep purples and gross greens.

“Yeah well, stop fucking around with Badge Bunnies and we wouldn’t have this problem.” You huffed as you picked dried blood out from under your fingernails, noticing just how cut up your right hand truly was and how much your wrist killed when you rolled it around. “Did you get a New Year’s Eve kiss?” You weren’t asking to be nice, you were asking to see if Jake had gone back to his merry little ways after you were taken away,

Trying to see if he’d done exactly what you’d told him not to do and fuck around with yet another girl who just wasn’t good for him. Not that you were any better. You weren’t good enough for anyone.

“Rooster gave me a pretty sexually awakening smooch.” Jake chuckled when he saw your lips turn up into a fleeting smile. His hand had wandered over to your knees, gently resting against the denim of your jeans. Thumb rubbing absentmindedly as he drove with one hand. “But no, no I didn’t get a new years kiss.” He paused, wondering if he should try his luck again because what were the odds you’d jump out of a movie car to get away from him if he put his foot in it again. “The person I wanted to share a New Year's kiss with got carted away in the back of a cop car around eleven.”

“Damn, bet you’re really struggling to wrap your head around that aren’t you.” You couldn’t help but to throw what he’d said back at him. You thought, which was so stupid now that you really knew how Jake felt—that for a moment there he really did like you. Or even just liked the idea of you. But you didn’t want to make his life any more complicated than the Navy already made it. You didn’t want someone struggling to love you. You just wanted someone to love you for who you were, as fiercely and as unconditionally as you loved them.

“Y/n—“ Nope. You weren’t doing this. Jake's grip on your knee tightened as his heart sank into his stomach. Ah, the proverbial foot in mouth he was worried about. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—“ Interrupting Jake with a scoff you shook your head as he pulled up into your street. Removing his hand from your knee as you unclipped your seatbelt.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Hangman, just uh—you can drop me at the end of the drive.” Jake slowed the car to a halt, expecting you to jump out even before he put the car in park. But you sat there for a second in silence—looking into your lap. “Thanks for the lift, and I’ll pay you back for the bail—you know I’m good for it.” The mistake was yours to believe you and Jake could ever work. You’d wear it like a sunburn that might disappear but it won't leave you. The sting of loving someone who just couldn’t commit entirely. “I’m glad that nothing happened, you’re a pain in the arse sometimes but no one deserves to be treated like that.” You let your eyes linger at Jakes as he drank in the sight of you. Bloodied, bruised, fresh out the slammer. “I’ll see ya around Seresin.”

“Yeah.” Jake didn’t know why but he just couldn’t say what he wanted to say. It’s like the cat had his tongue, his inability to tell you how he felt was pushing you further and further away and the tension hung in the air like cigarette smoke. Any time Jake Seresin had to face his feelings head on or had to try articulate those feelings into words so that those around him understood wholeheartedly how he felt, felt like he was trying to talk with a mouth full of sediment. “I’ll see you around.”

When you got out of the car, you couldn’t see—vision blurred by tears that welled because why wasn’t Jake fighting to keep you around? It sucked. Simple. It sucked that you were in this position, but you weren’t going to let him see how easily he affected you. Show no emotion, no empathy. No heart.

“Seeya Jake.” You mumbled as you fished your keys from your pocket. Unlocking the front door as Jake watched from the driver's seat as you disappeared into your home.

“I love you so fucking much—“ Jake gritted his teeth as he clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on around the steering wheel so tight it turned his knuckles white. “Why the fuck can’t you just say that?”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

The unimaginable temperature of the water that rushed over your aching muscles soothed your entire being as you washed away the blood that stained your skin and clumped in your hair. Notes of raspberry blossom and juniper filled that bathroom as you scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Washing away the pain of heartbreak, worse than any physical pain you’d ever endured.

Your phone that sat on top of the vanity cut off whatever song had been playing—your ringtone blasting out as you blindly reached out to see who was calling. With hesitation, you let it ring a few more times before settling on the fact that to get this out of the way and done with would be better than to drag it out for days on end. Dodging calls you knew wouldn’t stop.

“Rhett—before you start, just know, the bitch had it coming.” Trying to defend yourself before the conversation even started.

“A FUCKIN’ BAR FIGHT ARE YOU SHITTIN ME Y/N.” Rhett’s voice was so loud in your ear you had to pull your phone away from your ear and place it on speaker. Making sure to hold it far enough away from the water that cascaded itself down your body. “Are you insane!?”

“I don’t need shit from you.” You reminded Rhett as you heard the sound of rodeo announcements coming from the background. “Sounds like you're meant to be focusing on your next ride, cowboy.”

“Rob said you might lose your job?” Fucking Bob, of course he snitched. You made a mental note to put a thumbtack on his seat next time you saw him. “What in god's name are you tryin’ to prove here kid?” Rhett asked as he kicked the dirty at his feet. Holding his phone to his ear as he fixed his hat.

“Yeah well, win some you lose some—“ You sighed, just wishing for this conversation to be over sooner rather than later. “Could always kickstart my comeback career.” You knew that would rival Rhett up. Everyone in Amelia county knew he was the best bull rider in the nation, but you were just a little better. Key word being were.

“Shut Up Brawler you know you can’t.” It wasn’t often that Rhett referred to you with your call sign, still gobsmacked you decided a career in the Navy was what was going to drag you out of the hole you put yourself in. “Stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing kid, shit ain't worth losing everything you worked so hard to achieve.”

“You’re just scared because it won’t be Rhett Abbott at the top of the scoreboard anymore, it’d be me.” He knew you were right but he wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of hearing it. “And you’d be surprised just how worth it he really is.”

“I did the same thing one—“ Rhett had made it out once. Made it all the way to New Jersey. Settled for a little, had a whole new life. “Look where it got me.” Until Maria turned around and told him he still wasn’t enough for her.

“Jake isn’t Maria Rhett—“ You immediately defend Jake when you caught onto what Rhett was alluding to, cutting off the shower and stepping out with a towel wrapped around your body. Tucked under your armpits.

“No, Jakes a hell of a lot worse considering you two aren’t even a thing.” You had nothing to say as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Eyes bloodied, eye socket bruised. Cuts and abrasions littered your skin and all the colours of the rainbow seemed to pepper your complexion like badges of honour or horror. Depending on what way you wanted to look at it.

“Listen to me kid, you know I used to put my crooked foot in what I couldn't resolve. But I’ve taken control now, hard work is good for my soul and I love it, growing through life and stress knowing the fight is just half of self-imposing righteousness.” Rhett paused as you stood just eyeing off whatever pathetic version of yourself stood staring back at you. “I think it’s time you did the same damn thing before you either get yourself kicked out of the Navy or worse—killed.”

Knocking at the front door pulled you out of the self loathing trance you’d fallen into while your brother took it upon himself to lecture you about the path less travelled.

“Rhett, I love you—but I gotta go, someone’s at my door.”

“Don’t throw your life away Y/n, come home?” He asked as you held your breath at the offer. “You’re in over your head there kid.”

“Make sure you don’t get Mickey bull—he bucks anyone off with two seconds.” You shook your head as the knocking continued, hanging up before Rhett could say anything more. The knocking wasn't stopping, if anything it got louder and more despite the longer you let it keep going.

“Alright! Fuckin’ hell im coming!” You shouted as you barrelled down the stairs in your towel. “Don't get your knickers in a wod.” You sighed just as you opened your front door to see Jake standing there. “Jake? What are you doing here?” He’d come to just tell you how it was. Had every intention of pouring his heart out to you because you of all people deserved to know exactly how he felt and then some.

But the longer you stood before him in just that towel with your hair dripping and your skin bruised and cut and all beat up he couldn't find the words. Silenced by his own nervousness and fear of rejection. Jake didn't do love, he did flings and moments and possible weeks. But with you? He wanted you forever.

“I just came–” He stumbled over the words he wanted to say as Jake looked down at his feet. “I uh–came to say that–uh.” Jake knew about female rage, he’d seen it when his sister lost her fiance in a car accident just after they just celebrated their engagement party. He’d also seen it when Phoenix was passed up on a promotion because she'd mentioned that there would be a possibility in the near distant future that she and her partner Alex wanted to start trying for a family and the Navy wasn't ready to dish out maternity pay for her.

But in all the times he’d seen female rage play out in all kinds of ways before him he’d never been on the receiving end of that rage. That clear pain that couldn't be held back. That couldn't be contained any longer. That needed an escape.

“Oh for fuck sake Jake just say it and get it over with!” You hissed as you stepped back and turned around to try and cool off before you really lost your shit at him.

“I'm trying, I just–I can't get my words out, but–”

“Come on, Lie to me and tell me you love me.” You turned around with a look in your eye Jake had never seen before. “Tell me just how fucking hard I am to love!” It was painful to watch you unravel knowing he'd caused you to spiral.

“It's not hard to love you.” Jake panicked as he stepped past the threshold of your doorframe. The closer he tried to get to you the more space you put between you and him. “Y/n, you aren't hard to love.”

“Go on Seresin, do it–” You hissed like you hadnt just heard him as tears started freely falling down your cheeks, still holding the towel around your body. “Lie to me again and make me feel like the piece of shit I am.”

“Y/n–”

“Do you love me or not?” You asked as all your rage just boiled over when you were given no response. Watching as Jake tried to say something, anything. “ANSWER ME!” Sobbing ensued as you couldn't hold back what you’d been trying to high for the longest time. “ANSWER ME JAKE!”

“I LOVE YOU!” He shouted way louder than you’d ever heard him scream before. It made you jolt as Jake took strides towards you, cupping your cheeks in his hands to keep you from moving any further away from him. Holding your stunned gaze as he looked down and you looked up. “I love you, do you hear me goddammit?” He asked as he pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. Softly caressing the slip you wore. “I love you and I'm not lying, or just saying that because I know it's what you want to hear.” He cooed as you started to feel the heat rising in your chest. “Y/n Brawler Abbott I love you and I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get my shit together enough to say it until now.” You were crying, sobbing as Jake walked you back towards your living room. You let him guide you as you cried between his palms. “You drive me crazy, you’re so funny and brilliant and you could kick my ass at anything ever and i don’t know why but i’m so obsessed with you it scares me away because i’ve never fucking loved anyone before you.”

“You’re just saying what I want you to say–” You mumbled softly through tears. Jake finally got you where he wanted you, the lounge, sitting down before reaching out to grab the throw blanket for you. Guiding you to sit on his lap before he was wrapping you up. Covering you so you felt like you could drop the towel and just be in the moment with him. “You don't really love me, Hangman, there's nothing to love.”

“You were the only person who saw I was in trouble.” Jake was quick to explain as you let your forehead rest against his. “Why were you looking huh?”

“Because I wanted it to be me.” You cried. “Every girl who you've ever taken home, every girl who's ever gotten a chance to touch you, be with you, I wanted to be her so fucking bad but you never saw me.”

“I saw you every second of every day.” It was the truth, Jake saw his moment and took it before you could think about the fact he’d taken so long to work up the courage to do it. He connected his lips with yours because surely you didn't have a concussion anymore or even at all. “I was just too afraid to let you in because if you broke my heart like you broke that girl's nose so help me god i’d never recover.”

“There's a real big part of me who doesn't believe you, Seresin.” You admitted as you took his lips hostage again, your hands to car through the back of his hair and nap of his neck. “But since we’re airing everything out? I love you so much that that girls lucky she's not breathing through a tube right now.'' Jake knew you were holding back–it wasn't just a threat you made when you said next time you wouldn't go so easy. But a promise.

Jake smiled up at you, just taking in the sight of you because he’d never seen you look so vulnerable with all your walls down. He wasn't about to take this moment for granted. No way no how. Kissing you softly and ever so slowly until you were pulling away for air.

“Some people never find out what they have Y/n, only ever find out what they had and I could've been one of them. I know that– and I don't know if I still won't be one of them and that thought hangs around my neck like a millstone.”

“Jake–” You whispered against his lips.

“You're my refuge Brawler, the best person I know and I need you to see that the only one I let down more than you is me.”

“You could never let me down Jake.” You cooed, sitting up just to drink in the sight of him beneath you. Still only covered by the throw blanket he’d given you. “But just for the record, you don't have to be afraid to tell me how you feel ever.”

“Such a conflict diamond.” He beamed up at you because Jake knew he got his girl. Finally, the word seemed to spin again when you smiled back at him. A sight he’d missed far too much. “Just hope we can figure out a way to settle this whole mess before it goes to trial, can't lose you as my wingwoman just as i get you as my girl.”

“So I'm your girl now am I?” You taunted, Jake knew the second your lips curled up into a mischievous smile that he was going to have to work every day of his life to keep you pumped full of the love you deserved to revel in. pulling you down into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tight. Kissing your cheek.

“You've always been my Brawler, and will always be my girl.”

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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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marry me, idiot.

AH ITS HERE!!!! I will say, like I've been saying, I'm still in the really early stages of this fic. like this has been edited twice where as every chapter of sylcd is done three times over so. I really have no clue when the next chapter will be out as I haven't finished it yet; might be during sylcd's final chapters or it might be after. 3.2k words let me know what you guys think!! enjoy mwah xx

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"Okay, we have a slight issue." You heard the voice beside you clear as day despite the headphones that sat over your ears.

"Is the issue something you caused for us?" You turned to your best friend with a brow quirked.

"That's extremely rude but very true, yes." Spencer nodded as he took a sip from his cup, spinning his chair to face you. Spence and you had been close for a while, you joining the crew only a few months after Spence had, the two of you spending countless hours editing beside each other. The two of you grew close after a couple of longer projects. The two of you leaning on each other for advice and well needed breaks from time to time.

It has become a joke around the office about Spencer being your work husband; he had a knack for picking you up an drink on his way in, or grabbing lunch for the both of you, or Spencer's ability to pause anything he was working on at the snap of a finger for you. He was pretty much head over heels for you, and you were the only one blind enough to not see it. It's funny to think that you felt the same exact way, and everyone but Spencer could tell.

"So, remember when we started here and we became friends and we made that joke about when we turned thirty."

You stared blankly back at your best friend, the joke about marrying if you're both still single by thirty a distant memory in your mind by this point. It crossed your mind once recently. Last year, you spent your entire 'Dirty Thirty' party that the office threw for you clinging to Spencer.

You made a habit of keeping him alongside you for every big moment of your life since you'd met. You wanted to look back on these moments, that were destined to be great already, to include Spencer.

"Okay, so you do remember, that's great." Spencer clapped his hands together as he grinned at you.

"I saw a TikTok about the wedding gifts you get from inviting companies and rich people, even if you don't know them and I want in!" Spence argued, wiping his sweaty palms off on his pants as he worked his way towards the problem with this rambling explanation.

"I think it's unfair that just because two people are getting married they get to have all that stuff. With all my info had, I made some quick wedding invitations and sent some out, fully expecting PR packages to come back." He trailed off as

"Charles Spencer," You quietly chastised, wanting to not believe a word he was saying, but knowing deep down that Spencer was being truthful. "You are insane, I can't believe you did that!"

"T'm sorry, okay. Listen, Y/N, I thought it was gonna be a funny joke to give you a bunch of fake wedding gifts for our fake wedding on your real birthday! I didn't expect people to accept, but I know that is my fault for inviting some people that actually agreed."

"Charles," You started, using his legal name yet again. He wasn't usually worried about you using it, it wasn't some secret he was keeping it anything, but the tone in your voice told him that you weren't happy at all. "Who all accepted?"

"I'm sorry, I know I'm never gonna say that enough, but it was only a few people!" Spencer knew his voice was just getting higher and higher the more you two spoke, his anxiety spiking.

"Yes, okay, Rhett and Link accepted," A gasp left you as Spencer cringed, knowing his mistake. "Kathy Bates politely declined but sent an autographed headshot!" He removed the framed photo from his backpack before setting it beside your monitor.

He grinned worriedly, gesturing towards it as you let your forehead meet the desk, groaning.

"Besides the people that own the company we work for, who else said yes?" You asked through gritted teeth as Spencer looked to his phone, finding the note that held his list.

"Rapid fire, Tana Mongeau, Carrot Top, and Rob Schneider. It's not that many people, Y/N, we can just call it off." Spencer placed his hand on your back, rubbing softly as you groaned again, completely shocked by just how royally fucked this whole thing was gonna turn out to be no matter what you did.

"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N but. will you marry me?"

"emergency meeting at my desk in ten please need advice bc Spencer's an idiot"

"That's was very rude and I am plenty offended." Spencer quipped, setting his phone down on his desk after reading the group chat message you'd sent out. You shot him a glare, all argued out for the day after spending the last hour trying to convince Spence to let you tell your friends, hoping they'd help you figure out the story you'd make up in place of a wedding.

He finally caved, feeling terrible about the mess he had drug you into, allowing you to explore different ways out of this mess. In no time, Courtney, Damien and Shayne accompanied the two of you at your desks, various stolen chairs offering comfort to your friends.

"What did Spencer do now?" Damien asked, causing Spence to scoff and shake his head.

"I'm starting to get upset that everyone just assumes that I really fucked something up this bad." He defended himself as he leaned back in his chair, practically able to hear your eyes rolling.

"You did, though. You lied to people and now we're getting married." You stayed simply, eyes wide as you began to argue with your future better half yet again.

"You're already my work wife, we're pretty much married." You rolled your eyes once as Spencer countered you, reaching his hand towards your mug of coffee, being stopped as you lightly slapped at him.

"l'm sorry, I don't know if l'm missing something and everyone else is up to speed but, uh, when did y'all get together long enough to lead to getting married?" Shayne questioned, pulling your attention from Spencer as you took in the looks from those around you.

Damien's face held a mix of confusion and excitement, Courtney was rendered speechless and it seems like Shayne was using every last braincell he had to piece together this puzzle.

"Okay, phew, wow, that is what this meeting is about, honey." Spencer cooed as he grinned goofily at you, wrapping your left hand in his as he held your palm to his chest.

You tried your best to hid the smile that so desperately wanted to grace your lips, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes, the feeling of a migraine quickly approaching.

You took your time explaining through the story, Spencer chiming in when needed but mostly stuck to nodding along as you spoke.

"Spencer," Damien pointed his index finger at the shorter man, both with brows raised at each other. "You're an idiot, my guy. Why did Rhett and Link seem like a good idea? Why did any of this seem like a good idea, but especially our bosses."

You sighed, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you awoke your monitor. You sat up as an email sat at the top of your inbox labeled important.

"Congratulations to Y/N and Spencer!"

You couldn't tell how long you spent staring at the desktop, the company wide email from the Mythical Management staring directly back. The noise of your friends chatter drown out as the words in the letter repeated over and over in your mind.

You had to go through with this, or you had to hide behind the arrangement and a shitty excuse of a prank. No other options popped into your head.

"Y/N? You okay?" A warm, familiar hand rested on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Spencer's eyes worriedly searched your face as his brow furrowed at your slumped frame. His gaze followed you, his heart sinking as he Scanned over the email.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back once more.

The other three moved, all looking over your shoulders to read the message. Gasps and murmurs broke out between them as they say back down.

Your small group sat in silence for a moment. You thought you'd have more time to find a solution, a couple of days at least, but now you couldn't leave this room without some semblance of a plan.

"Let's get married." You still sat with a blank stare at the computer, your mind running a million miles a minute. You slowy explained your thoughts as thoroughly as you could.

Spencer and you were known as each other work spouses, even fans making memes about it. The two of you have talked about the agreement in the podcast, on an episode of Board AF, and in an upcoming reddit video with Shayne.

The fans always reacted well when the two of you were together, engaging with the content. There's countless edits of the two of you, even with the small amounts of videos you've been in together.

You can blame it on the arrangement you'd made, pull lan and a few of the other higher ups aside, presenting the idea.

Spencer and you would get married; you could make the content last up until next April, as planning a fake wedding would take some time anyways. That would mean an announcement video, probably a celebratory video with others in cast, even the process of picking out different parts of the wedding for Pit videos if they really wanted to milk it. Maybe even a TNTL gauntlet with your bridesmaids and groomsmen.

The one thing you wanted to thank Spencer for was the convenience of sharing one braincell. You could release the wedding video, the big finale in which the joke is revealed to the audience, playing it up as a fake relationship until April 1st. Spencer had thought it was funny to put the wedding date on the invitations as April Fool's Day, but it worked perfectly.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head as your eyes darted around your friends, anxious for their thoughts.

Spencer quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead before he grinned at you.

"You are a fucking genius, lan's gonna love this idea. We can say we were prepping for the video, getting our invitation letters together accidentally sent it out. We can use whatever stuff we get as presents for the bogus invites for another video, too." Spencer added, looking to his friends as he chewed on his lip.

"I hate how quickly the two of you worked this out. We weren't needed." Shayne laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"So it's not a stupid plan?" You asked, quickly distracted as the office door opens, lan's head peaking inside.

You lock eyes, offering him an awkward smile. He entered, coughing softly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, uhm, can I talk to you guys in a little bit? Probably like twenty minutes, in the conference room." lan spoke, a tight lipped smile on his face as he looked between you and the man seated beside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach growing rapidly as you swallowed, nodding your head. This was horrific, it felt like you had disappointed your dad but he wouldn't admit it yet.

And the conferernce room? There was no doubt in your mind that if this wasn't happening in lan's office then it would be bigger than you expected. Lisa would have to be there, maybe Daniel, if they were that concerned; Rachel would probably be forced into it, no matter how much she wouldn't want to be involved. n nodded before promptly exiting, barely acknowledging the cast members.

You groaned loudly as the door shut, Spencer copying you.

"This sucks and I hate you." You shoved at his shoulder, huffing.

He rubbed his arm, pouting a bit.

"It does and I hate me too." He chuckled as a smile appeared on your soft lips.

Spencer felt like the boundaries between the two of you were figured out very early on, never set prematurely, always discovered naturally. Kissing your cheek was okay, forehead was okay, drunkenly kissing your neck was okay sometimes. Hand holding was very normal and platonic and something you two did constantly. Cuddling and spending the night together was normal, but you two wouldn't sleep in the same bed.

He knew that, so far, this system had worked If that didn't happen soon, things might get nuddy, feelings getting involved. Spencer knew his feelings on you, he had since about two years into your friendship.

For six years now, he's known just how much he cares about you with every fiber of his being. He knows he really would do anything for you, anything to be with you. He respected every boundary you set.

Spencer had a thing for constantly taking advantage of the things he could have. You were always greeted with some sort of kiss, never once on the lips. Your fingers laced well with his, especially when you were on his left side. He constantly sat close beside you, tossing an arm around your shoulders, resting a hand on your knee, giving your thigh a gentle joy in excitement.

Spencer yearned for you for so long that he'd learned to accept it. He didn't want to cut you out of his life to get over his feelings, he cared too much about you, so his only option was to accept his feelings and keep close to you. You two were best friends, where one was, the other wasn't far behind. You loved him, so fucking much you loved him. He knew this, but he also knew that you didn't love him in the way he wanted you to.

Your group is quick to disband, giving the two of you some space before your meeting. Spencer let the two of you sit in silence before he decided to pack his bag for the day, despite it barely even starting. He could feel your eyes on him, his back to you.

"Packing because figure they're gonna send us home today, no matter what they decide. Give them time to think it all over." You smiled, enjoying just how well he knew you. His words settled in, prompting you to follow suit.

As you zipped your bag shut, it hit you that in just a few minutes before you were supposed to face the consequences of your best friends well intended actions. It was a toss up over which of you was more nervous, the both of you with pounding hearts.

"I love you, dude." You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Spencer's waist, sighing softly.

"I love you, too, dude." He chuckled, rubbing your back as he kissed your forehead.

"C'mon, champ, let's go knock 'em dead." Spencer winked as he held the door open for you. You took a deep breath before leaving you little editing room bubble.

The room was much, much more packed than either of you had expected it to be. The people you expected to be there were indeed, but alongside them sat Kiana, Selina, and Lizzy.

Spencer thanked his lucky stars when neither Rhett nor Link joined the lot of you. He found himself sitting back a bit, allowing you to take the reigns of explaining your bullshit reasoning for the situation you'd found yourselves in.

Three hours, three scarily long hours later and you finally stood from your chair, your feet tingling and your head pounding. Spencer and you said your polite goodbyes to everyone before heading back toward your office.

"I think that was fine." You stated, arms crossed as you stare down the hall ahead.

He chuckled, nudging his shoulder into yours.

"That went really well, you heard Daniel. It's gotta go through if he liked it that much. It's gonna work out."

You nodded your head, a smile tugging on your lips as you both grabbed your bags.

"Wanna hangout or, uh, give me a ride home? Shayne drove me this morning." Spencer smiled heepishly as he followed you into the parking lot.

"If I'm your fiancee now, I think you should tell me if there's something going on between the two of you." You poked as you both got into your car.

You scooted your chair away from your desktop as you rubbed your eyes, now realizing just how long you'd been sat starting at your screen playing Minecraft with Spencer.

You smiled softly, feeling a tug at your heart at the sight before you. He sat slumped into your couch, eyes focused and brow furrowed as you cat napped on top of the cushion behind him.

Craig and Spencer had a love hate relationship, both of them usually eager for your attention at the same time, causing them to butt heads. Your cat and your best friend were both horribly stubborn.

But then there'd be moments like this, or when Craig curls up with Spencer on your couch, or when he follows Spence through your own house, even if you're still right where your kitty left you.

You stretch, taking off your headphones as you rise and stretch, catching Spence glancing over at you, smiling softly.

"Oh shit, you're still here?" You questioned as you walked past the couch, heading into your kitchen, yawning softly. You check your watch, catching it at just past five in the afternoon.

Spencer chuckled, watching as his eyes followed your every move as you danced around your small kitchen, seemingly opening every cabinet to find what you needed.

"Check your email, Charmander." You mindlessly called out to him, the nickname leaving him to roll his eyes as he dug into his pocket.

"You are the absolute worst with nicknames, need you to know that. Just call me Charles at this point." He laughed as you flipped him off as you turn, spoon in your mouth.

You join him on your couch with two peanut butter and banana sandwiches on one plate, sitting it on the space between you. Spencer nods a thanks to you as he grabbed his, taping your sandwiches together as a toast.

He loads into his email, refreshing it as you take your first bite. His wide eyes cause you a bit of stress, making you sit up straight.

"Good or bad?"

"Uh, good, I think. My schedule got changed." Spencer quickly switched over to his calendar, it had to be good; they don't just switch the schedule halfway through the month.

His eyes scanned over the new or changed parts, reading the first one he saw.

'Engagement Shoot' scheduled for tomorrow at 10AM.

"We did it, Joe." Spencer turns to you with a grin, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. You groaned and rolled your eyes, before quickly squealing as you wrapped your arms around him, bouncing in your seat.

They got what they wanted, right?

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Brosectomy - J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x shy!wife characters: Javy "Coyote" Machado x OC!Wife (Valerie), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Alex Seresin, Ella Seresin, Eli Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace warnings: vasectomy, crude language (?), Jake and Javy are dramatic, Jake post-surgery word count: A/N: I saw these tiktoks about Link and Rhett's brosectomy, and now here we are:) And here's a little break from all the whump

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When Jake and Y/N found out they were expecting not one, but two children, Jake knew that it was time to get a vasectomy. Y/N had mentioned getting her tubes tied after Eli, but Jake didn't want her to make a decision that would be so permanent when they weren't sure if they were totally done having kids. He also didn't want her to have an extra surgery that would take her longer to recover from, when he could get a local anesthetic and be done within an hour and be able to run after the kids that same day.

Jake wanted to wait until at least after the twins were born to get the surgery, wanting to make sure that he would be able to help. But then he changed his mind when Coyote explained he was also looking into the surgical option.

Coyote and his wife Valerie had three kids under the age of three, and were done for the time being. And Jake couldn't blame them. He was happy that him and Y/N had spaced their kids out by three years.

Y/N and Valerie were sitting in the kitchen as their kids played together. Y/N was the closest with Valerie out of all the wives/partners of the group. She had known her the longest and was Alex's godmother. Y/N felt like she was ready to pop being nearly seven months pregnant with the twins. Valerie was in the middle of telling some story about her oldest girl, Jenna face planting down the stairs when Jake walked in.

“We’re getting a brosectomy,” Jake announced and opened the fridge to get a water out, handing one to Coyote who trailed in behind him.

“A what?” Y/N asks, turning to face the boys.

“A brosectomy,” Coyote repeats.

“Got that, Javy… what exactly is that?” Valerie asks.

“A vasectomy with the bros,” Jake smiles, “Val, Javy here tells me that you two have talked about him getting the ol snip, and well if i even mention having another baby, this missus right there looks ready to commit murder.” Y/N and Valerie shared another look at Jake’s explanation, “So why not go through this stage of life with your bro. Javy and I have done damn near everything together.”

“What brings two guys closer than cutting your swimmers off,” Javy shrugs.

“The two of you literally fly death machines together,” Y/N pointed out, “But I mean… it’s your bodies, your choices.”

“I agree with Y/N. At least a vasectomy is reversible if we want more kids,” Valerie said. Jake gave Y/N a look and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Don’t even think about it Seresin, five is enough,” Y/N said pointing a finger at him, and if as right on que, three blonde haired Seresin children came running in, followed by three dark haired Machado children.

"How fast can you get this appointment?"

Jake got the appointment very quickly. Having already researched an arsenal of surgeons in the area, him and Coyote chose one that they both liked, and made appointments for as soon as possible. They schedule time off work, the doctor recommended at least 10 days totally off work and another week or so of no flying. Jake thought he was going to die not being able to fly for three weeks, but he told himself it was a small price to pay compared to the intensive labors Y/N had gone through.

Phoenix was watching the Seresin kids as Y/N sat in the small room with Jake. He was cursing up a storm about having to wear the hospital gown, but Y/N found it hilarious. She had become a near expert about hospital gowns and always came prepared. Jake climbed up on the small exam table with a sigh, and Y/N giggled.

"You think this is funny?" He said looking over at her, "Some doctor is about to come in here and cut my balls off."

"Okay, you are not a dog," Y/N said rolling her eyes, "And it's just a clip on the-"

"I know, I remember the video," Jake shuddered. He waited a moment before looking over at his pregnant wife, "Is it weird to be sad?"

"No, I don't think it's weird," Y/N said, and leaned over the best she could to run her fingers through his hair, "It's a big thing. It's a life changing thing, really. Means no more babies," She looked down to her very round stomach.

"It's really the end," Jake sighed, "But it doesn't mean we still can't practice." He gave her that classic Hangman smirk and wink.

"Once you start shooting blanks, we can," Y/N sat back in her chair as there was a knock on the door. She smiled as Jake's doctor and Coyote came trailing into the room, "Doctor Miller."

"Y/N, Jake, you ready for this?" Doctor Miller asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Jake sighed and shifted on the exam table, "Give me the ol' snip, doc!"

"I think that's my cue to leave," Y/N giggled. Coyote helped her stand up from the chair and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Val already out there?"

"Yep, so is Bob, Rooster, Payback and Fanboy," Coyote said and Y/N gave him a questioning, "Moral support."

"Oh good god, you would think you two are about to have brain surgery with the dramatics," Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'll see you in an hour," Y/N said to Jake and he nodded, "I love you."

"I love you too," Jake said and kissed his wife.

Y/N said a goodbye to Coyote and Doctor Miller before going out to the waiting room with Valerie. She sighed as she sat down next to the woman.

"We are married to two of the most dramatic men I have ever met," Valerie joked.

"Their mothers deserve an award," Y/N smiled.

It was nearly an hour later when Doctor Miller came out to tell the two wives that their husbands surgeries were complete and they were in recovery. Y/N waddled her way down to the recovery room that Jake was in. She giggled at the look on his face and the ice pack pressed to his groin area.

"I'm glad you find my pain funny," Jake slurred.

"I'm sorry, baby," Y/N said and walked over to her husband. Jake sat up a bit and put his hands on either side of growing belly.

"I did this cause I am a true man and true men do this for their wives," Jake said to her bump. Y/N had to bite back her laughter, "Even if one of you are, or both of you, are girls, you make your man get the cut. Or if you are boys, you get the cut for your wives."

"Okay Mister True Man," Y/N said and Jake looked up at her eyes. His pupils were slightly dilated, probably from the pain meds he was given. He had a lazy smile on his face as he leaned up to kiss his wife, "How are you feeling?"

"Amazing," He sighed and laid back on the bed, "Javy saw my dick, said you're a lucky woman."

"Oh my god," Y/N blushed.

"You are! The luckiest, ever. And now we can fuck all the time and not have to worry about kids. Even though they are a blessing and I love them so very much. We can raw dog it all the time now," Jake gave his wife a lazy smirk and she shook her head, "What!? You like it when I hit it raw." He reached down and grabbed his wife's ass making her squeal.

"Jacob Thomas Seresin!"

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I Can Fix That

This little fic is for my @mythicalsecretsanta @link-sans-specs ❤️ I so hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas

Summary: Rhett is smitten with the new man who works in the town library and offers his help to fix a few things.

Author Notes: I've had this idea sitting in the back of my mind for a while now and I'm glad I finally got around to writing it. It's based off Sam and Kate's relationship in Holes... it literally lives rent free in my head.

“I can fix that.” Rhett hears himself say to the stranger that's currently on the floor of the town library.

The man looks up from where he's crouched down next to a book cart and Rhett is sure he's never seen eyes that shade of blue before. He's still staring in awe when he realizes that the man is speaking to him.

“Sorry,” Rhett shakes his head to clear it of any inappropriate thoughts. “What was that?”

“Could you really fix it?” the man stands up, smoothing down the front of his trousers.

“Y - yeah,” Rhett clears his throat to try and regain control of his voice. “I have some tools in my bag outside. Wouldn't take long at all.”

“That - that would be great. Thank you.”

Rhett drops the books he was carrying on the table and quickly walks outside to retrieve his things.

He's back quickly and sets to work on the broken wheel.

“I, uh, I'm Lincoln, by the way.” The man says as he keeps a close eye on Rhett working.

“Rhett,” he introduces himself, reaching a hand up to shake the other man's. He sees the dirt smeared all over it and quickly withdraws it as Lincoln is reaching out. “Sorry, my hands are always dirty these days.” He chuckles a little and goes back to fixing the wheel, changing the subject. “So, are you the one replacing Ms. Cartwright?”

“Yes - yeah. That's me.” Rhett swears he hears the smile in his voice even though he can't currently see his face.

“Well, welcome to town. We're glad to have you.” Rhett says, perhaps a little too eager.

“Thank you. Do you come to the library often?”

“I do. Usually try to hit it up when I come into town… ‘bout every other week to get supplies for the farm.”

“Good to know. Did you like Ms. Cartwright?”

“Of course, when she wasn't getting on to me ‘bout keeping the books for too long or bringing them back dirty.” That makes Lincoln laugh and Rhett's pretty sure he would do anything to hear that sound over and over again.

“So, you have your own farm?”

Rhett let's out a dry chuckle, “My father does - I just work it.”

Lincoln follows Rhett with a little laugh of his own, almost as if he understands - maybe even also has a strained relationship with his own father.

“I didn't used to come by at all,” Rhett starts, needing to fill the short bout of silence for his own comfort; because if he starts thinking about things the two of them may have in common, the chances it could grow into a friendship… Rhett has to concentrate to ease the blush he knows is creeping up his neck right about now. “My neighbor, Ms. Ruby, she can't make the journey to town anymore. I help her out when I can and she loves to read. So, I figured I may as well get myself something when I come.”

Rhett tightens the last bolt on the wheel and gives it a spin for good measure. After it makes the circle, Rhett nods his head at his handiwork and claps his hands together. “I think that should hold it together just fine.”

“Oh, goodness. Thank you so much!” Lincoln says, grabbing the handle and giving it a push himself. When it rolls fine he turns his attention back to Rhett. “That's very nice of you - to do that for your neighbor, I mean.”

“Well, after she lost Ed - I like to keep a close eye on her; just to make sure she's taken care o –”

They’re interrupted by the ring of the bell that sits over the door. Both of their attention drawn to the group of ladies entering the library.

“Well, I'll be! If it ain't Rhett McLaughlin. What on Earth are you doing at the library?” Their leader, Savannah, called out.

Rhett held back the eye roll, as this wasn't the first time she's tried to gain his attention. “I was just fixing the cart wheel for Mr. —” Rhett looked back to the other man, not knowing him beyond ‘Lincoln’.

“Neal. Lincoln Neal.”

Rhett nodded, giving Link a small smile and turning to pack away his tools. “Since that's done - I guess I'll be taking my books and bein’ on my way.”

Not that he didn't want to stay and talk to Mr. Lincoln Neal, he very much did. But, he knew Savannah would think he was staying for her and he's positive he couldn't handle any more of her undivided attention.

“Oh, okay. Can I get these checked out for you?” Lincoln grabbed the stack Rhett had discarded earlier to grab his tools.

“Yes, please.” Rhett followed him to the desk toward the front of the library, leaving the gaggle of girls to themselves. “Thank you, Mr. Neal.”

“You can call me Link.” He said, almost shyly and Rhett thinks he sees his cheeks tint a pretty rose color.

Rhett grabbed the books that Link held out to him. “Well, Link, you have a good afternoon.”

—

Link has kept an embarrassingly close eye out for the tall farmer during the last week. Rhett had said that he only made it to town every other week but he couldn't stop himself from watching outside for the handsome man that stood a head taller than everyone else.

Link knows better than to do this - latch on to some stranger that he doesn't even know and make it out to be something more than it is. But, Rhett just seems like such a genuine man and Link couldn't help but think that maybe they could be friends.

His short time in the new town has been anything but easy. Moving to some place where he didn't know a single person was supposed to be freeing. Turns out - it's also very stressful.

Link is walking across the street when he hears that laugh; he almost pulls a muscle in his neck trying to find the location of it. His eyes finally settle on the messy blonde hair and freckled skin coming out of the post office.

He knows he's probably being way too eager, maybe even a little creepy - but he makes a bee line for him but hoping, somehow, he can manage a greeting that's casual.

“Rhett!” He says, hardly able to hear the squeak in his own voice. “How are you today? I wasn't sure when I would be seeing you again.”

Rhett turns quickly at the sound of his name and Link is not disappointed when his face splits into a grin. “Well, hi there, Link! I can't complain - ‘specially since running into you.”

Link feels the blush instantly, knowing Rhett will be able to see it too but hoping he won't call attention to it. “W - will you be stopping by the library today?”

“I did plan on it.” Rhett says with a sly smile. “I hope that's okay.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I was actually going to see if I could bother you to fix a shelf that's come off the wall.” Before Link can offer to pay him for his services, Rhett is agreeing, maybe Rhett is a little eager too. That thought makes his stomach feel all fuzzy.

“Absolutley, you could!” Link isn't sure how it's possible but his smile gets bigger. “I have a couple of more stops to make and I'll head over that way.”

Link nods his head, unable to stop the huge smile gracing his own face. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

—

Rhett was practically giddy the rest of the morning, going through all his usual stops but with a bit more pep in his step. Now, he is finally walking up the old wooden steps and opening the familiar door.

He doesn't hear or see anyone so he speaks up in the silent space, “Link? Are you in here?”

He hears some fumbling coming from the back room and then a voice sounding out too. “I'm here. Be right out.” Rhett follows the noise and Link emerges from the small door. “Thank you so much again for helping me out with this. I'm just all thumbs when it comes to this kind of work.”

“It's really no trouble.” Rhett insists, waving his hand. “What exactly needs fixing?”

“Oh, it's right over here.” Link gestures with his hand and Rhett follows him around a shelf to the back wall. “The shelf just kind of buckled when I started putting books back on it.”

Rhett immediately starts to work, taking a closer look at the shelf. After a moment, Link asks, “Do you think you can fix it?”

“Oh, yeah. I can fix that.” Rhett says, maybe a little more sure of himself than he needs to be. “Looks like I can put a couple of nails in and it will be good as new, the wood's not rotten or anything.”

“That's great. I'd be more than happy to pay you for all the trouble –”

“Nonsense,” Rhett cuts him off before he can finish the sentence. “I’m glad I could be of help.”

Rhett sets to work, taking the old nails out, Link's attention is pulled away from Rhett when he hears the door open, he turns back to him with an apologetic look, “Sorry, let me go and tend to them. Will you be okay for a moment?”

“Absolutely. Go ahead.”

Rhett zones out for a bit, doing what he needs to do to get the shelf ready to be installed while Link is tending to the other patrons. He hits a stopping point, needing an extra set of hands to finish it up.

He dusts his hands off and makes his way down to the end of the aisle. Link is squatting down talking with a child, little William, Mrs. Doris’ grandson.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, you can keep that book for an extra week but when you bring it back, we can read it together, cause I want to know what happens, okay?”

The little boy giggles and gives Link a hug, which seems to take him by surprise but he soon leans into it and wraps his own arms around the boy. Rhett chuckles to himself at the scene and gets back to work.

He hears the bell above the door ring once again and Link's footsteps coming back toward him.

“Sorry about that.” Link starts, but Rhett is already waving him off.

“No problem at all.” Rhett says, holding up the shelf, “I could use your help for a moment.”

“Oh, okay.” Link says eagerly, stepping toward Rhett. “What can I do?”

“I just need another set of hands to hold the shelf up so I can hammer it in.”

“Oh, okay.” Link stands close to Rhett with his hands out. “Just tell me what to do.”

Rhett holds the board out, instructing Link on how to hold it properly and Rhett goes to nail it into the wall.

The both of them are pressed close together, Rhett hammering the nails while Link is trying to keep the shelf in the same spot that Rhett instructed. They are so close, breathing the same air, Rhett inhaling the scent of cloves and freshly baked bread. Rhett tries to concentrate on the task at hand but he’s getting very close to losing his cool.

He finally manages to get finished but can't seem to pull himself away from the other man.

“I, uh,” Rhett starts. “I think that should do it.”

Link isn’t backing away either, he just keeps his impossibly blue eyes locked on Rhett’s. “Y – yeah, I think so.”

They are both startled apart by the ring of the bell and Rhett springs away from Link quickly, not knowing what exactly he was thinking, letting himself get caught up in the moment.

He clears his throat, putting even more distance between them. “Uh, you better… see who that is.” Rhett moves out of the way, extending his arm to let Link pass. Link hesitates but eventually bows his head and goes toward the entrance.

Once he is out of sight and greeting the patrons that just came in, Rhett hurries and packs his things into his small toolbox.

He doesn’t think much after Link is no longer standing there, he only gets his things and heads out the door. He sure he hears Link call his name but he can't be bothered to stop.

—

A couple of hours later, Link is finally closing up shop on the library. He's trying to balance the large basket of food that Mrs. Sutton dropped off to welcome him to town. He's going to have to push his bike home since he can't carry everything and steer. He isn't looking forward to the drive; it will give him plenty of time to think about what happened today.

He can't get the way Rhett looked at him out of his mind. No wonder the man practically ran away from him. They were incredibly close and Link was having a hard time keeping his breathing under control. Rhett's eyes seemed to be staring right into his soul and his cheeks were the prettiest shade of pink.

He's usually really good at keeping that side of himself hidden, now he's afraid he's messed up and may have to move towns again just to be safe. He couldn't believe he was so stupid.

He hears horse hooves coming up behind him and is surprised when someone calls out his name.

“Link,” he hears again and turns around to be greeted with Rhett galloping up on a large horse.

Link flinches back, not knowing exactly what the other man has planned but he has a hard time believing Rhett would hurt him.

He's off the horse and walking up to Link slowly. A sad smile gracing his face. “Link, I'm glad I caught you.”

“Rhett,” Link stumbles over his words. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Listen,”Rhett gets closer, crowding into Link's space. “I'm sorry about earlier. I - I shouldn't have just ran out on you. I just –” he trails off, his eyes glued to the ground like the words he is searching for are written in the dirt below their feet.

Link understands without Rhett needing to say more. He says as much and Rhett nods, his smile still faltering but at least it's reaching his eyes.

“Are you headed home?” He asks, changing the subject.

“Umm, yeah. Just got the library locked up for the night.”

“Would you… like some company?” Rhett asks almost shyly, reaching up with a big hand and rubbing the back of his neck.

Link can't hide the shock on his face but agrees despite the swarm of butterflies he feels in his gut, or maybe it's because of them. “That would be nice.”

“Can I hold something for you?” Rhett asks as he takes the reins of his horse.

Link gives over the basket of food so he can free up his hands to push his bike. They are walking close, Link is afraid Rhett can hear the thump of his heart. “Who's this?” He asks when he can't stand the silence between them anymore.

“Oh, this is Barbara.” He says, reaching up and giving her a rub on the nose. “I've had her since I was young, we basically grew up together on the farm.”

“That's sweet.” He smiles, watching the fond smile spread across Rhett's face as he looks at the horse.

They talk the whole way to Link's small cottage just outside of town. The conversation flows easily and before Link knows it, they are at his porch and the sky has turned a beautiful pink color as the sun sets.

It seems they are both reluctant to end their time together, so Link conjures up all the courage he can muster and asks, “Um, Mrs. Sutton gave me this enormous basket of food and there's no way I could possibly eat all of it. Would you want to come inside? I don't have anyone to share it with.”

Rhett hasn't stopped smiling since Link started talking, which Link can only assume is a good thing. He tries not to jump for joy when Rhett says with a sly smile, “Yeah – I can fix that.”

#rhett and link #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #rhink fic #rhink #mythical secret santa 2023

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or wanted at all for that matter.

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

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

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

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

Or even let her think she could have a chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure about that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was the drive?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have they killed before?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rhett Abbott #Rhett abbott imagine #outer ranger #outer ranger imagine #Yellowstone #Yellowstone imagine #outer ranger Yellowstone crossover #Lewis Pullman #Rip wheeler #lloyd pierce #original character #Rhett abbott x oc

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bussyslayer333 · 1 year

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Right down the line

summary: you take rhett to the beach, he thinks you should stay there forever.

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: some suggestiveness, swearing, rhett is a loverboy™️

Rhett is sat on an old beach towel watching you from a distance whilst you dip your toes into the water. He feels so fucking happy it hurts. It’s so intangible to you that he never seems to let himself feel this way; carefree.

When Rhett told you that he’d never been to the beach, you were shocked first and then you were quietly upset. Although, you’d never let him see. If there was one thing Rhett Abbott refused to take from someone, it was pity.

So, you secretly organised a road trip to this tiny beach town in California that your parents always used to take you to as a child.

The roadtrip down with Rhett was utter bliss. Watching his handsome face in all shades of the sunshine as he drove, strong hands one on the wheel and the other a comforting presence on the soft flesh of your thigh.

You had directed Rhett towards the small cove beach that you had remembered correctly from when you were younger, quickly grabbing your beach bag and his hand, pulling him down the makeshift rock steps.

It was virtually deserted save for the few locals on early evening dog walks or runs. You set the beach towels down and shimmy out of your shorts and tank top, leaving you stood in front of Rhett in your flimsy tie bikini.

“You’ve been hiding this,” he teases, reaching to grab at the flesh of your ass, pulling you into his lap.

You swat at his large hands that go to play with the strings at the side of the bikini bottoms and tut.

“I’m not getting fined for public indecency because you can’t keep it in your pants,” You roll your eyes playfully.

Rhett takes your face in his strong hand, squeezing your lips together and leaning in to give you a peck. Which turns into another peck and then he’s trying to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You pull back in mock anger, “you’re insatiable.”

Rhett chases after your lips once more, stealing a kiss, “you’re delicious,” he mumbles against you.

You smile, and reach for the bottom of his shirt, beginning to pull it up. Rhett laughs and takes his cap off, allowing for you to pull his shirt off. Immediately, your hands go for his toned and tanned chest, your finger tracing over the tattoo there before you place a chaste kiss on his pec.

“Will you come in the water with me?” you plead.

Rhett looks hesitant, eyes moving past your shoulder to watch the waves lapping at the sand.

“You knock yourself out darlin’, I’ll join you later.”

“Promise?” You pout, sticking out your pinky finger.

Rhett chuckles but links his pinky with yours either way, patting you on the behind as you get up. He watches the way your hips sway tantalisingly as you walk towards the water, taking a moment to thank whatever God sent you to him.

The water is a tepid sort of cool, providing you some solstice from the Californian heat that had been beating down on you all day. You let it wash over your feet first, it’s a clear colour, foaming white where the waves gently crash against one another. After a few moments of wading around you turn to look back at your boyfriend. He’s been watching you with a lazy smile on his face, leant back on his forearms with his cap proving some shade on his face.

He watches as you beckon him over with an inviting arm. Rhett considers for a moment, and decides fuck it, he was done with letting the best things slip him by. But you, you were right in front of him, with a promise of not going anywhere and you were the best thing that could ever happen to him.

Rhett makes the small journey over to you, shivering slightly at the difference in temperature from the hot sand to the cool waves. He wades over to where you’re stood, water just around your hips.

Without warning, Rhett scoops you up into his strong embrace.

You squeal, “Oh my God! You brute,”

Rhett is laughing so heartily you find yourself breaking out into giggles as well, kissing all around his face, just to make sure the smile never drops from his heartbreakingly handsome face.

Rhett wades further into the water with you in his arms, allowing you to move around so that your legs are straddling his waist. Water is now softly rippling against your chests. It’s so peaceful you could cry.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hums so casually, like it’s a fact of the universe.

To Rhett it is.

Your face flushes under the inspection of Rhett’s eyes, wandering over your skin with such adoration and attention to detail it rivals even the most respected art critics.

You join your lips to Rhett’s slowly, savouring in the taste of him. The kiss is intense, tongues and lips clashing and melting together, wet saliva noises that you would usually find disgusting coming from your mouths.

You whimper slightly as Rhett shifts you around in his strong grip, your crotch lightly rubbing over his semi. You pull back from the kiss, forehead resting against his. Your breaths mingle for a second, lips still so close to each other.

“I love you so much,” you whisper.

Rhett smiles, “I love you more.”

You roll your eyes and flick some water at him. He gasps in faux anger and moves to flick more water at you. You shriek and wriggle in his grasp, swimming towards the shallow water. Once the water is lapping at your knees, Rhett grabs you once again, strong arms tight around your waist, spinning you around.

Your giggles are loud and unrelenting. When he finally plops you down you catch your breath, leading him back to the sand.

You stand with your back to Rhett’s chest, head on his pecs. His chin is resting on your head and his arms are still tightly wrapped around you as you both take in the colours of the setting sun.

“We should stay here forever,” Rhett mumbles into your hair, mostly joking.

“We should,” you affirm, taking his hand in your own and pulling it up to place a kiss on the back of it.

He hums, content.

a/n: goddamn i need this man so bad

rhett come home the kids miss you 😞😞😞

i hope u all enjoy my first lil rhett piece hehehe

pls comment, reblog, or send me an ask and tell me what u think !!

thank u for reading :)

- honey <333

#outer range #outer range rhett #rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #rhett abott x reader #lewis pullman #outer range imagine #outer range rhett abbott #rhett abbott fluff #outer range fanfic

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yourgrantaire · 5 months

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im rewatching the smosh liveshow and i wanted to keep track of my favorite moments so they are below the cut

angela's tippy tappy toes of joy at amanda's new jersey voice

amanda's "LOOK IT UP" for increasingly unrealistic things, and ending it with "are you at peace are you at peace are you at peace hello areyouatpeaceareyouatpeaceareyouatpeace anthony areyouatpeace DON'T GOOGLE ME"

tommy's "only a tragic life could lead to looking like if a motorcycle was gay ... i can say that, i'm a motorcycle" and him saying the meaning of anthony's tattoos was so that he could fuck goth girls. oh and how could i forget describing angela as an "amber alert on rollerblades"

the cool ass music when the guests came on, made by tommy bowe i think? i honestly would listen to the music from the show all on its own

brandon rogers' "let's. eat. anthony!" and then making a very emphatic pitch as to why it would be a great idea

THE HALF-TIME SHOW OF COURSE. i know that they mostly won't post the show on youtube but i really really hope they post the half-time show

also a detail i just noticed is josh playing that escalating carnival "do do do do!" when chanse and keith got iced

dan and phil's extremely explicit video message with dan's repeated references to jerking off onto anthony's sexy calendar

courtney as bikini girl while still wearing doc martins. and there's something about the rhythm of "get you a girl who can do both two things two one time! :D" that is so funny, as well as "women are so scawwy ooohh!! what's under your blouse, two perfectly round GUNS? OHH!!"

rhett and link showing up standing menacingly in the doorway, and their tag line being "A Jesus and a Lesbian Woman"

the multiple "ian loves drinking breast milk" jokes

the chosen: "you're probably wondering why i look so badass right now. its because we are on the cusp of the greatest battle in the entire history of the universe.

and also i got queso on my three wolf moon shirt.

and i fell off my razor scooter on the way here."

i am glad that even though they made him look cool as fuck, shayne still emphasized that the chosen is not nearly as cool as he thinks he is.

"worst of all, anthony padilla HAD SEX!" and then quoting the star wars prequels lmao

also shayne singing without any self consciousness was very funny to me, but i can't put my finger on what the song was

ian saying i love you but having to say it in a silly voice (and in the after show anthony saying he can say i love you back to ian because unlike ian, he's actually said it before)

anthony's joke about how he expected everyone to roast him about his "dick piercing" and the entire audience going "wait wait, go back to that, what did you just say" and him moving on with no further comment

anthony to shayne: "i won't talk about how you were once known for your promising tv career and now you're known for wearing a t-shirt with limes on it''

chanse just full on horror movie screaming when anthony said arasha was in an ad for a republican dating app. also arasha's faces for everything were so great

keith full on responding whenever someone addresses him (and sometimes reacts out loud just because), he did this in the other funerals as well but it delights me every time

anthony saying chanse slides into his dms all the time, and chanse immediately replying "you respond, bitch!" (and then later anthony saying that chanse can go with mythical and he "can call link daddy now" but "watch out, [chanse] dms")

i loved anthony's reference to tommy's show serving cunt

anthony to amanda: "you're like if jessica rabbit drove a mini van"

anthony to ian: "one thing we all know about ian is he might have some trouble showing emotions" ian proceeds to stare deadpan into the camera. it was fun watching ian's reactions because often he wouldn't react to a lot of it or he would react as part of the bit, i've already forgotten the one thing that he really reacted to, fuck so i might have to rewatch it again

and then my favorite part of the aftershow was amanda and tommy continuously leaning in to make out and then saying "no save it for the parking lot, save it for the parking lot", and no they were not going to go anywhere, they were going to stay in the parking lot at smosh and make out in the car

#smosh #anthonys funeral roast

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mythicalshipping · 10 months

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I cannot be the only one who’s brain was all Good Mythical Evening this ep right? (Even Rhett wasn’t...at least outwardly lmao).

When you’re trying to focus at work but your hot bestie is testing you.

HOWWASMYBRAINSUPPOSEDTOLIKEWEJRL:KWJE

DO THEY LISTEN TO THEMSELVES TALK?!?!?!

This sounds like he is giving [REDACTED] tips.

WHILE NEITHER WERE MY EARS BUT HERE WE FREAKING ARE.

UHM. UHMMM. UHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

KG is such a mood. Also NECKKKKKKKKK.

THE EASE WITH WHICH RHETT REACHED OUT TO GRAB LINK’S FACE LIKE THIS?!?!

aksjdfl;kasjdfas;ljd

HOW IS HE HOLDING THIS CHIN SO TENDERLY HERE THO LIKE???

YOU CANNOT JUST LOOK AT EACH OTHER SO TENDERLY WHEN RHETT HAS WHIPPED CREAM ALL OVER HIS FACE

KG was all of us today.

#rhink #gmm rhink #gmm rhink 2413

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asherlockstudy · 8 months

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HEY FRIENDS

Literally one year ago I made a vague post and a few people asked me what I meant, but I felt a little drained at the time and never explained but as GME3 is fast approaching, I am re-emerging with the questionable decision to write my thoughts on GME2.

Bear in mind that some of the points might be negative as I have explained my conflicted feelings about this show before however don't let that discourage you from reading it because there's more to it than the negative points, trust me. Also, the post is GIF heavy so I put the rest of it under the cut.

GME2 thoughts:

Rhett and Link can’t tell the difference between an evening show and a soft Only Fans account. I didn’t mind anything in the show (except for that sex doll with the fucked up eyes that creep me out), I just...don’t understand completely: who came up with this project, how genuinely RandL like it and how it relates to their occasional irritation against shippers.

In other words, for people who proclaim they don’t understand why people ship them, acting out explicit fanfics is a bold decision to say the least.

Like, the whole concept of the show is for them to drink so their boundaries go down and then when somebody goes a bit off the rails, everyone is like “oh no” and facepalming. What’s up with that? Either embrace the concept of your show or don’t do it at all. I mean, nothing was truly much except for the fanfic enactment which was a bit much, if you ask me, perhaps mostly because I can’t tell how comfortable they are with it. Sometimes, especially Rhett just doesn’t look totally okay with it. So why do it? For the extra fee? Really? Wow. As an example, neither Rhett nor Link felt okay with sucking Chase’s toes and, guess what, Chase didn’t want it either. Who’s the mastermind behind all that... And has Chase gotten his raise yet?

Let’s go to Rhett. I might be wrong but I have noticed that for his size, Rhett is kinda a lightweight. One beer and his eyes are glassy, his cheeks round and red. In the last GME, he had refrained from drinking because he wanted to handle the situation in case Link lost it. This time, 7 shots and a few more drinks during the show weren’t enough to make him drunk, or as drunk as Link, or make him lose himself into the moment and have fun. Conclusion: Rhett is not very comfortable with this project. Rhett is afraid of Link being unhinged. Why is he afraid of an unhinged Link? What can Link say or do that Stevie wouldn’t be able to handle and he would have to step in? It’s plain throughout the show that Rhett is constantly concerned about what Link might say next. What on earth can a Southern ex-hardcore Evangelist married at 20 say that is giving Rhett nightmares?

Rhett confirming that Link does the fibonacci when he shaves his face lol Do they often talk about fibonacci shaving? Does he remember it from 20 years ago? How often does Link shave in the creative house? Questions, questions, questions...

Rhett fully knowing that Link had a story about hurting his dick. Link clarifying he meant one when he was alone. Rhett warning him “I am just looking out for you”. Thus, Rhett knowing Link hurt his dick when he was with somebody else and considered it a story that Link would regret revealing. So, is Rhett having nightmares because Link hurt his dick when he was with Christy and if so, why? No??? Notice Rhett getting lowkey tortured until Link finally wraps up his silly harmless story. He lost five years of life there.

Link saying he wishes his Christy buttcheek tattoo faded away... because “this would symbolise the long time they have been together”. Okay... all right.

Rhett confirmed as an ass man besides a vagina man. Like, just as he was saying he was always so fascinated by vaginas he almost gave them supernatural qualities, he now pretty much said the asshole is divine design! Link bumped Rhett’s shoulder at the mention of anal preference, pointing at him, once more giving Rhett a scare. (BTW the truth is Rhett is an #anything_goes man let’s be real XD)

Link non-verbally proclaimed them both “team ass” but not with Rhett’s consent.

Link said at two points in the aftershow that Rhett made him uncomfortable but I can’t for the life of me understand what he was talking about and it seems Rhett did neither. There was probably something that flew over my head entirely...

That’s just funny but Link in the end saying “After fucking all these years, we’re still surprising your ass”. This is not even a Freudian slip, this is a Freudian syntax! Next level shit XD Meanwhile Rhett:

#When ten drinks are not enough to save you from Link's syntax

And now let’s go to the sequence I was referring to in the previous (one year old) vague post:

The Bean daddy fic enactment was initially a thing of cuteness, indeed, but I have the suspicion there was more going on. Let’s see it step by step.

The cute thing started because Link somehow played the role of tentative Link shyly revealing his deeper feelings with exceptional skill. It was also cute when Rhett, while still impersonating fic!Rhett basically implored Link to not drop chocolate syrup on his clothes, hair and beard. He was having fun with it and he was being flirtatious and affectionate towards Link, though, again he was still supposedly imitating his fic version.

Link received passively Rhett’s flirty show, with moderate amusement. However, it is very important to note that he was nodding affirmatively throughout Rhett’s flirty request. He had a face saying “okay, I understand, I am not gonna drop the chocolate all over you”. That's important to keep in mind.

Notice how Rhett asks Link to take care how he'll pour the syrup in character while Link is amused but also nods affirmatively that he does not intent to screw Rhett's outfit.

As soon as Rhett trusts Link won’t screw him like that, he drops his head back and opens his mouth waiting for the chocolate syrup. Then Link tells him seriously to hold on, he immediately changes to a sexy imitation of Rhett’s open mouth, saying something like “I just want to acknowledge…” Rhett raises his head, “Yess???”, still in the flirty silly mood, probably believing Link is improvising within the fic’s context. But Link says: “Don’t assume the position just yet, because I would like to respond to that”. At this point, clearly Link doesn't follow the script. Rhett waits but he is still in the flirty amused mode. Link does this characteristic hand motion which means something very clear “All jokes aside, I want to talk about something serious now”. Rhett takes note of Link’s hand gesture but he still doesn’t drop his flirty persona. Link announces to Rhett: “This is a test.” Rhett is clearly too far gone enjoying the fic enactment. He nods without clearly understanding. “This is a test…”, he agrees, nodding, until finally his brain catches up. “………of whaaaaat?”, he asks half-fic like, half-suspicious.

Notice Link's serious gesture and Rhett becoming suspicious literally mid-sentence after Link says "this is a test".

Link starts to mouth something but immediately changes it and says slowly and cautiously: “Of my ability to be your true friend”. Rhett’s amusement is gone. He dismisses Link hastily, mumbling “I believe it” and assumes the position again. Link insists though, inching closer. “Because…”, he starts. Rhett immediately closes his mouth and turns to face Link alarmed. It seemed to me he felt vulnerable to wait there with an open mouth and Link so close.

Notice Rhett dismissing Link and how quickly he closes his mouth once Link gets closer.

Link continued slowly, trying to fill the lack of words with facial expressions translatable only to Rhett and not us. “Because… the most entertaining thing to do… would be…”. “No, no it actually wouldn’t be”, Rhett countered quickly and still somewhat softly but there was fear and panic in his eyes in that moment. My assumption is that he was still being soft in order to not rile up the mildly inebriated Link too much. Rhett continued: "It would be the opposite of what you're actually thinking".

Link tries to communicate with faces (including puckered lips) instead of fully formed sentences but Rhett understands. He's neither flirty nor amused anymore. He asserts what Link thought to do - the test, "the abilty of being his true friend", would have the exact opposite result from entertainement.

Link doesn't drop it just yet. He asks Rhett if he really knows what Link is thinking about. Rhett hums affirmatively. But Link says: "Cause I was thinking about being the hero by just putting it in your mouth and not getting it all over you. But now you are just telling me to get it all over you." Of course this is a lie. Rhett spent so much time making it clear he does not want syrup all over himself. Link nodded so many times, making it clear he understood and agreed. He made the gesture meaning "I am gonna talk about something different and more important". So, the test that he wanted to acknowledge that this whole skit was about was something different. But in the end he saw how negative Rhett was to the idea and quickly twisted his statements, now saying it was all about whether he would drop the chocolate on his...true friend or not, which makes no sense whatsoever as statements go and it is redundant, since it was established and agreed upon literally seconds before that he would not do it.. Rhett says something I can't catch, like "no, I know what you were thinking" or "no, you won't do what you're thinking" or something similar. Link then repeats in his twist of words that Rhett essentially urges him to drop the chocolate all over him and he has that rabid look he sometimes has near Rhett. Rhett then, again with his mouth open, says: "Okay, it's time. We've milked this moment enough". Rhett clearly tries to bring Link to his senses and avoid this moment lingering too much in people's memory.

Link is bummed at Rhett's refusal however not "wounded type" of bummed. I guess it was more like, tipsy Link threw an idea out there, Rhett reacted poorly to it and Link was done like "okay it's on you that this test won't happen" but then got on with everything without more drama.

What was that test?

Well, repeating Link's words:

I would just like to acknowledge... This is a test. Of my ability to be your true friend. The most entertaining thing to do... would be...

Does anyone know whether there was more in this fic? Perhaps something more in it that Link wanted to acknowledge but Rhett didn't want enacted?

Maybe what Link wanted to test as "potentially the most entertaining thng to do" was his initiative alone? And it would be proof of Link being Rhett's true... friend. And Rhett knew what Link had in mind but he was adamant that it would have the exact opposite effect on the audience than what Link expected.

Hmm. I leave you to your thoughts and your mental preparation for GME3.

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ghxst-heart · 1 year

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rhett wasn’t a religious man; he hadn’t been for a long time. Still, he went to church with his family every Sunday and kept his eyes trained on the pulpit. His mother thought that he was finally taking in what Pastor Simon said to heart, but only one thing could have the youngest Abbott so entranced; the preacher’s daughter that dutifully sat in the front row, every Sunday. ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol and hangovers, small descriptions of sexual acts, more to come in full fic. ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, beginnings of a FWB relationship between Rhett and Reader. This is an excerpt from a full-length fic, linked here! ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Reader X Rhett Abbott ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.1k ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: MINORS DNI!! My blog is strictly 18+!! Any minors or ageless/blank blogs interacting with my fics or my blog will be blocked (and, yes, I do check). I can't stop you from reading my fics, but I can stop you from accessing my fics if my boundaries aren't respected. Your media consumption is your own responsibility, just as it is mine regarding what I post. Please tread thoughtfully and carefully, and keep yourselves happy, healthy, and safe.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The air in the sanctuary was thick as Pastor Simon droned through his sermon, pacing the length of the pulpit with his bible clutched tightly in his old hands. His voice boomed through the small space, echoing off the wood-paneled walls and resounding in Rhett’s ears as he tried to ignore the pounding in his head. His Stetson hung low over his forehead, trying to shield his sensitive blue eyes from the blinding morning light seeping through the windows. His hangovers were never this intense; either he had drunk too much the previous night, or Pastor Simon’s voice was so boring that it was causing him physical pain.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett felt a harsh pinch on his thigh, and he flinched, ready to snap at whoever bothered him, but he quickly realized that it was his mother silently reminding him to stay awake. His mouth fell into a sarcastic sneer before he recovered and offered his mother a firm nod of his head and a tight-lipped smile to appease her. Cecilia frowned, and he fought against a whiney comment, instead opting for a quiet grumble as he sat up straight in his chair. He gave her a pointed look and removed his Stetson from his head, and she hummed in approval, pleased that he had taken her silent direction.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett hadn’t thought that his silent squabble had earned anyone’s attention, but he knew he had been caught when his eyes met the pastor’s daughter’s gaze across the room. (Y/N) had turned her head over her shoulder, a small, amused smile on her face as she watched Cecilia scold Rhett as if he were five years old again. Rhett readjusted in his seat, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he felt the tips of his ears begin to burn with embarrassment under her stare. (Y/N)’s head tilted slightly as if she were asking him a question, but before he could think of an answer to a question he didn’t know, she returned her attention to the pulpit, nodding along with her father’s sermon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The young Abbott’s man kept his eyes on (Y/N) as she gathered her hair in her hands and let the strands settle over one shoulder, exposing her neck to his eyes. Her fingertips grazed her skin, nails lightly scratching the base of her throat before she dropped her hand to her lap again. Her chin tilted up, extending her neck and stretching her muscles before she relaxed, dropping her chin so she could read the bible resting over her knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The way that Rhett and (Y/N) were seated gave them direct views of one another, and Rhett could see most of her body. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, relaxed against the seat of her chair. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She mindlessly toyed with the hem, pulling it higher and higher up her leg. Rhett thickly swallowed, letting his mind swim with sinful thoughts of marking up her legs, littering them with pretty purple bruises and lovebites. He thought of kneading the soft flesh with his calloused hands, relishing in the goosebumps he would leave behind, and how the plush fat would feel wrapped around his head, muffling his hearing so he’d only just barely hear the beautiful noises he would draw out of her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was thrown from his thoughts when (Y/N) suddenly readjusted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and swiveling her body, so she was sitting sideways on the chair. He panicked, body flushing with embarrassment as his eyes flashed up to her face, finding that she was already staring at him. He had been caught staring at her legs, his mind running rampant with fantasies. (Y/N) grinned, her teeth chewing on her lip as she let her eyes wander over Rhett’s body before she looked at the pulpit once more, pretending as if she hadn’t exposed Rhett’s shamelessness in checking her out.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had always been an interesting woman. She was the epitome of a pastor’s daughter. She attended church every Sunday, helped out in the daycare on weekdays, was active in the Women’s Group, and helped plan fundraising events for families in the congregation that needed extra funds. She never did anything wrong, anything sinful, and always said the nicest things with a bright smile on her face. She wore conservative clothes, nothing too tight or revealing, and her face was always cleared of heavy makeup, giving her such an innocent look with lightly coated lashes, soft rosy cheeks, and glossy lips. But Rhett had always thought there was something more just underneath the surface.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They had grown up together, going through elementary to high school in the same classes. While Rhett grew rebellious and ambitious to achieve fame as a bull rider, (Y/N) remained the sweet, innocent girl that was content to live her life in Wabang as the pastor’s daughter. By graduation, they were nothing more than strangers to one another, their reputations landing them on different ends of Wabang High’s social stratosphere. But that didn’t stop Rhett from watching her as she led the congregation in song or served food at the church’s monthly luncheon, blushing when she’d catch his eye or muttering an excuse to leave before his stomach would lurch with a delicious, yet sometimes overwhelming, fluttery feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was too young and stupid to realize what his longing looks and flustered words around her meant. He was too naive to understand that his nerves and the funny feeling in his stomach meant more than just a childhood crush. For years, the youngest Abbott oftentimes tried to convince himself that he was just imagining the lingering stares or the suggestive brushing of her fingertips against him when she passed him. He tried to brush it off as his darkest fantasies trying to turn polite glances and innocent touches into something more, his mind playing cruel tricks on him in place of his lonesome nights.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But that was before they grew up. Now, after being in the world and experiencing real attraction, real lust, he was convinced that it was something more. He was convinced that (Y/N) knew what she was doing and that she was purposeful in how she looked at him or placed her hand over his when handing him his food at the luncheons. He was certain now that he wasn’t imagining things when she smirked and turned away, continuing to innocently play with her skirt and show Rhett more and more of her skin after she’d caught him.

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Ok I love them but this picture gives me "rich mysterious family who will hunt you down for sport after dinner" so here's my AU (I don't know if I need to say this but I'm being ironic, obviously):

Rhett:

Link's husband. He's the one you think you can trust. He seems to be on your side from the get go. He sounds genuinely interested in what you do and your interests. You will be lured into a false sense of security by him. He might also be the first one who brings up the topic of "hunting" at the table, keeping it vague enough not to raise any suspicions. Will be the first one to excuse himself from the dinner table to change into a more "comfortable" attire for the hunt. Fantastic marksman.

Link:

Rhett's husband. Charming like the Devil, you feel a bit uneasy whenever you talk to him, from the beginning of the evening. Smart, witty, he seems serious but makes the occasional joke in an attempt to make you feel more comfortable. Or at least, that's what you think. He seems to be very comfortable with knives, and fidgets with them continuously while you're at the dinner table. Will excuse himself shortly after Rhett. When you're deep in the woods and you think you're safe, he'll probably be the one walking out from behind a tree with a smile on his face and a knife in hand.

Stevie:

Family friend. Has known the McLaughlin-Neals for so long it feels like she's basically in the family. Kind, funny and very bubbly, she actually wants to make you feel comfortable. Like Rhett, you feel like you can trust her. Will probably be the last one to leave the table. Prefers to remain in the house instead of running out in the woods. Doesn't really partake in the hunt, but will laugh about it later when R&L recall their favourite bits.

Chase:

R&L's son. Lily's fiancé. Doesn't talk much with you while you're at the table, seemingly more interested in speaking either with Lily or with his dads. Impeccably dressed, might give off the air of a spoiled kid, but he's not afraid to get his hands dirty when needed. Can hardly wait for the hunt to begin. Will leave the table shortly after Link. Knows every inch of the property by heart, will surprise you where you least expect it.

Lily:

Chase's fiancée. One of the very limited few who survived the hunt. Decided go stay because she finds the thrill of the hunt oh so very addicting. Will talk about your shared interests at length, whatever they might be. Like Stevie, she also genuinely wants to make you feel comfortable. She is a skilled cook, and has worked for Michelin-starred restaurants her whole life. Come think of it, she's the only one who has openly told you something about her profession. Least experienced in the hunt, will likely run around the woods with an axe and get lost, which ironically makes it all the more terrifying for you.

Nicole:

Another family friend. Not as close to R&L as she is to Josh, Trevor, Vi and, more recently, Lily, thanks to their shared passion for cooking. In appearance an open book, she has her way with words. You're not entirely sure you know something about her even though you might have been talking for hours. Like Stevie, she does not partake in the hunt, but will gladly hear about the most gruesome details from the others afterwards.

Trevor:

R&L's son (adopted). High class, posh, but can get on anyone's level if that means bringing them in for a dinner with the family. Always travels with his sister Vi, looking for new prey in bars, restaurants, libraries, airports, you name it. If they clock in on you, there's a very slim chance you'll actually escape. Easily makes friends with anybody. Actually a great cook, he's often in the kitchen with Josh, experimenting around and generally speaking, having fun. If he's your partner, he will be the second-to-last person to leave the table (same with Vi, depending on who you came with). Loves playing around with prey, but knows that the final blow has to be left to one of his dads. Most likely Link.

Vi:

R&L's daughter (adopted). Like her brother, she can get on anyone's level if that means bringing in new prey, and she often travels with Trevor. Bit of a criminal mastermind. Tends to be the one who has the last say in whether someone will be prey or not. Works as a waitress in whatever restaurant Lily's working in at the moment. If she's your partner, she will be the second-to-last person to leave the table (same with Trevor, depending on who you came with). Is quite poised when it comes to the hunt. Doesn't like running around, will likely choose a spot somewhere in the trees and wait. Wonderful archer.

Emily:

Josh's friend. Or flirt. Or both. Nobody really knows. The one family friend who actually enjoys actually partaking in the hunt. Possibly the funniest person at the table, she is a master manipulator, and will make you think that everything's fine after every awkward silence that accidentally settles on the table during dinner. Will leave the table shortly after Chase, politely excusing herself never to make another appearance. Like Link, she enjoys blades, especially short swords. Will often work in tandem with Josh or Link, depending on the night.

Josh:

Cook. Emily's friend, most likely flirt. Nobody knows. Polite and witty, he spends the few minutes he has around the table when he's serving dinner with Emily or Rhett. If it's Emily, they're probably talking about their stuff. If it's Rhett, they're probably talking about you. Will be the last one left when the table is empty. With all the poise of a high class gentleman, he will be the one to inform you of your "unfortunate situation" and what that entails. He will display before you an assortment of weapons to choose from to give you a slight advantage, and tell you where the bullets are hidden in case you choose a firearm. Often works in tandem with Emily, sometimes with Rhett.

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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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marry me, idiot - chapter three

okay, I'm sorry this took so long, but like I've been saying!!! I'm updating as I finish, which isn't something I've done before, so it might be a bit longer between updates!! I hope you guys enjoy this!! 💓 2.7k words

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It seemed like everyone in the office has crammed themselves into the Pit shooting area.

The set led you to believe that you might've been playing Beopardy, but the questions board was nowhere in sight.

You and Spencer were situating yourselves on a set of stools in the middle of the table, two stools on your right and two more on Spencer's left.

Shayne stood in front of the table, conversing with Kiana as he prepared to host, making sure his mic pack was on.

Your partner in crime and you began whisper yelling at Kiana, trying desperately to get her attention, both of you wanting answers.

"What are Rhett and Link doing here?" You hissed, palms flat on the table as you leaned across with wide eyes. Spencer nodded vigorously beside you, his eyes widened as well.

"Okay, lan wanted to do a newlyweds game with you guys and a few other sets of best friends, just ones that aren't engaged." You two nodded along as Kiana spoke. "So when he went to lunch with Rhett and Link today, he told them the idea and they loved it. Bossman swapped this shoot with another Pit shoot. We weren't planning on doing this for months." Spencer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You nodded, brows still furrowed in confusion.

"That's great, I'll probably strangle lan later, but why are Rhett and Link here, like right now?" You spoke in a hush, your eyes darting frantically from where the duo stood to Kiana.

"Well, they said they had the free time to watch it, but I think Ian may have asked them to join you guys, so.." Kiana grinned awkwardly, knowing how quickly your faces would drop from showing any semblance of happiness. Ki thanked her lucky stars as Lizzy called out to her, allowing her an excuse to leave you two. "Spence, we really have to sell this, I don't wanna disappoint the work dads." You took his hand in yours, squeezing softly as you angled yourself toward him as he sighed, nodding his head.

"I didn't expect them to care this much, honestly." He chuckled as a clap on his shoulder causing him to jump.

"Congrats you crazy kids!" Link cheered, grinning as he looked between the two of you. "Marriage is so exciting and y'all are just marrying your best friend; y'all are gonna be so happy together." He laughed, pushing his glasses up a bit as both of your cheeks tinged bright pink.

You bashfully thanked him, making small talk between the three of you before Brennan called for places.

Spencer let out a sigh of relief when the Mythical duo sat on the stools closest to you, the ones beside him still left empty.

Rhett whispered a congratulations and squeezed your shoulder as he walked behind you. You turned to your right, met with grins and thumbs up from the both of them.

After a bit of bullshitting with the crew, Noah and Keith finally strolled in about half an hour later, quickly taking their stools beside Spence's. You two found this game to be quite easy, sitting beside each other for eight years and helped you two pull far ahead of the other's.

Rhett and Link gave your pair another round of congratulations as they said their goodbyes.

Shayne finally got a free moment to talk to the two of your after you'd removed your mic pack, handing it off to Brennan.

"You guys did great, with the show and the show you put on." Shayne chuckled, keeping his voice quiet as you laughed, a blush creeping on to your cheeks as Spencer laughed.

You and Spencer had blown everyone out of the water from he very beginning, nailing every question. Eventually you two settled on bullshit answers, allowing the other's to catch up a bit. You still managed to rack up 24 points, Koah with 17, and the Mythical duo had 15.

The three of you said your goodbyes and went your separate ways. As you and Spencer headed toward your office space, you intertwined your fingers with his, grinning brightly at him.

Spencer gave your hand a gentle squeeze and smiled back.

You continued through your routine in comfortable silence; there was a mutual understanding that today had been a lot on both of you, more than you had expected.

You said your goodbyes to a few people before Brennan halted you, calling you over to his desk, Spencer not far behind you.

You two looked at the monitor over the taller man's shoulders, a smile blooming over your cheeks and a blush across Spencer's cheeks. You didnt know what to say, the picture was so perfect. The screen was taken up by a shot from this morning.

You stood with your arms wrapped around Spencer's shoulders in the photo, his around your waist, your foreheads pressed together as you smile at each other.

Spencer wanted that picture tattooed on the inside of his brain. You both looked at each other with so much love, it was so much better than any of you had expected.

"Say something, please. Ki and Alex were about to cry when I showed them." Brennan chuckled, glancing at Spencer, who meets him with a massive grin.

"That's amazing, Bren. I can't believe it." Spencer gripped his friends shoulder softly, the excitement buzzing through him as the next picture appeared.

You gasped softly, pouting your bottom lip out. It was a shot of your left hand outstretched, your fingertips gently pressing against Spencer's as your ring shown in the early morning light.

"Okay," Brennan closed the tab as you huffed, Spencer scoffing a bit. "I can't show you anymore, Rachel has to pick out which ones were gonna use, then send you guys everything."

You two did attempt to protest, but Brennan shut his monitor off, putting an end to any further arguments.

You had every intention of dropping Spencer off at his apartment and then leaving, but your bladder had other plans.

You left the bathroom wiping the residual water on your hands off on your pants, smiling brightly at Spencer as he sat at his desk, an absurd amount of tabs opened on his laptop.

"I know there's gonna be a budget for this wedding thing but can we put up money for it if we want to?" Spencer asked as you approached him, resting your head on shoulder as he clicks through various different shotgun wedding chapels in Los Angeles.

"I mean, I don't see why we can't, but what exactly are we paying for Spence?" You chuckled as he leaned back in the chair, turning to press a soft kiss to your cheek. He closed his laptop and set it aside, patting his desk as an invitation for you to sit.

He rolled his chair back as you sat, scooting himself a little closer again, sitting just between your legs, his hands on your knees as he grinned up at you.

"Okay, this is just an idea, so hear me out." You nodded slowly, used to hearing Spencer's ridiculous ideas out. You were normally very encouraging of anything he'd presented, but now that you were gonna be directly effected, again, by this one, you were understandably hesitant.

"l'm thinking that we can rent out a little wedding chapel for the day and shoot the actual wedding. I'm trying to contact a few and see if we'd be allowed to film in the first place, but basically, we can rent out a chapel, have the whole shebang of a shotgun wedding, and we end with saying 'I don't' instead." He grinned, shaking your legs softly as he sat back in the chair.

Spencer took a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours as he watched the gears turning, knowing that every outcome of this was running through your mind. Eventually you shrugged, laughing softly.

"Email the idea to Ki, lan, and Lizzy to make sure they're all cool with it and then we can look into it,"

You punctuated your sentence with a smile and a nod, Spencer springing from his seat to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"I can't wait to not marry you dude." He chuckled, grinning as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in tighter.

"What if we did get married, though?" You laughed, biting your lip as Spencer pulled away, a puzzled look on his face.

"Well, like, for the benefits, like we planned to before. I'm not looing for anyone and you said you weren't either, so what do we have to lose? It'd be kinda fun to pull one over on the office, too, yanno." You explained as you felt your cheeks quickly redden, never before had you noticed Spencer's eyes quite like this. You followed as he gazed you over, his baby blue's seemed to take in every detail of your body before his eyes met yours again.

You took a deep breath, shuffling in your seat and straightening your back. Goddamnit, Spencer didn't make it easy to be his best friend when he did things like that.

All you wanted to do was jump into his arms and kiss him until he was all you could taste, smell, feel. You wanted so badly to tangle your fingers in his hair as you two became a mess of limbs and moans. You didn't want anyone touching him like that for the rest of his life.

This was the closest you could get to that.

The tax break was a far thought in your mind as you felt your grip at the edge of his desk tighten, your nails dragging across the laminate.

Spencer sighed, his heart racing as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging a bit at the roots. You began to swing your feet, pulling his attention back to you once more.

How was he supposed to say yes? How was he meant to tell you just how badly he wanted to actually marry you, to wake up with you every single day for the rest of his life?

He was holding out hope, he still is; one day, you'll admit it, that you're so madly in love with Charles Spencer Agnew. It'll happen, he's just gotta hope.

"Yeah, fuck it, let's do it."

A grin quickly spread across his face as he nodded. You quickly jumped to your feet, tackling him into a hug as he pressed his lips to the top of your head, a grin on his face, too.

"Marry me, idiot" Spencer chuckled, squeezing you tighter.

"I will, Spence." You looked up to him, slowly breaking your embrace, his eyes scanning your face with a soft smile on his lips.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you leaned back into your desk chair. Maybe those blue light glasses would be wortha shot because, fuck, did your eyes hurt. Staring at a screen with the same audio clips on loops, the same frames all day long should be a special form of torture.

You heart aches as you glance to your left, the blank monitor and empty chair cause your poor mood.

You had to thank Spencer later, his absence allowing your mind to wander into thoughts of your empty stomach and quest for food. You stretch a bit as you move from your seat, slowly making your way toward the office kitchen. It wasn't uncommon to see Garrett in the shared space.

He grinned as soon as you entered the kitchen, spotting you through the window, causing your smile to drop. He was making what seemed like a normal sandwich, but with Garrett there was no telling what he'd done to it by now.

"I'm not tasting whatever you're making, Garrett." You held your palm up as you maneuver around him, moving to search the fridge for any of Spencer's leftovers or a freebie up for grabs.

"No, it's about a games video, don't worry." Garret laughed as he continued to prepare what you could only hope was his own lunch. You grinned, spotting Spencer's Panda Express lo mein from the day before, your fingers wrapping around the box. He's used to Kiana or you stealing his food, he wouldn't mind.

"I'll hear you out." You nodded toward the tables just outside the kitchen as you grab a fork, leaving the room just as quickly as you'd entered it.

You took up a spot at a small table in the corner, kicking out the chair for Garrett as he followed behind you.

The two of you ate in silence, enjoying the small moment of quiet in such a rambunctious office space.

"So, Shayne and Spencer wrapped on their game earlier than we expected, so would you be able to shoot a video today?" He questioned, eyes not meeting yours once as you spoke, his words purposefully vague.

You cocked a brow at him, stabbing at the noddles as you thought over your day. It wouldn't take you too long to finish up the Pit video you were working on, and it didn't need to be up for another week. You just liked to be head of schedule.

"Sure, Garrett, I'm gonna assume you don't want to tell me what the video is going to be and will accept whatever fate awaits me." You nodded curtly, pulling a laugh from the man before you.

You finished up your food, the both of you entering the Games' shooting room to find Spencer glued to the screen, the mouse moving and clicking constantly.

He grinned as he peaked over the screen, his eyes immediately finding yours.

"Oh good, now you can come be lonely with me." He laughed as you slid into the chair beside him, your eyes rolling.

"Wow, Sims 4, Spencer? Are you ill?" You chuckled, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead.

"There was a wedding expansion pack recently and thought it'd be fun to have our wedding in the Sims first." He explained as he clicked arounda bit.

"Look!" He grinned as he pointed at the screen, eagerly awaiting your approval as you grinned. Spencer had created a Sims version of the both of you, quickly sliding the keyboard and mouse toward you.

"Okay, plan your wedding outfit. Whatever you want to wear, babe." He pressed his lips to your warm cheek, your lip tugged between your lip as you tried to conceal your grin.

You picked your outfit, deciding on a simple dress and heels as the crew gave you the thumbs up, signaling the begging of recording.

"Howdy all," Spencer laughed as you groaned, looking to him with a furrowed brow. "Today, my lovely fiancee and have decided to have our Sims wedding."

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you turned toward the camera. "Obviously because The Sims is the most realistic representation of how our actual wedding would go."

"It's definitely not because I have a problem." Spencer scoffed, holding his hands up as defended himself.

The whole thing went to shit extremely quickly, but you couldn't care less. The Sims wedding was a horrific disaster, as most things with the game seem to go.

None of your guests would sit, your Sims wouldn't cut the cake, Sim Spencer peed his pants, and a fire started.

You wanted to focus, to feel more into the video but you couldn't. Spencer had decided to let you control the game, allowing him plenty of time to stare at you, lean into your side, place his hand on your thigh just out of frame.

Your heart was thumping harder against your ribcage with each flirtatious move he made. But it wasn't actually flirtatious. It was for the video, for the fake relationship you two were caught in.

Spencer was riding on a high of happiness at this point. Everytime a camera was on the two of you, he'd get to do the things he'd been dreaming of.

One day he'd get to hold you, kiss you, touc you in every way he's wanted to for years.

One day, just not today.

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