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simplyholl · 1 year

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A Big Tip [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: You and Loki are coworkers. What happens when you find yourself alone with him?

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY.

W/C: 1K

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You roll your eyes at one of your coworker’s dirty jokes. You’re trying to remember your table’s order, and don’t want them to break your concentration. It’s finally your turn at the computer, when the newest server, Loki, struts in. His big frame takes up most of the entry way while the other servers try to get around him with hands full of dirty plates.

He had been your secret obsession since the day he started. Like a moth to a flame you were inexplicably drawn to him. Who could blame you? He was tall, handsome, charming, mischievous, and charismatic. His dark curls were barely contained in the bun resting on the back of his neck, loose strands framing his beautiful face.

Cindy, your best friend, cleared her throat behind you bringing you back to the task at hand. Three servers including her were waiting for their turn. You had long forgotten the order table twelve gave you. You think back to your conversation with them. Was it a hamburger, no a chicken sandwich. You were unsure.

How dare he walk in like he owns the place and distract you completely. You push passed him to ask for your table’s order again. He had the nerve to smirk at you on your way out. He knew the effect he had on you. It was a little unnerving. You made sure to write down what your customers wanted this time, so you wouldn’t mess it up.

You go up the stairs to wait for the screen. You turn around to see Loki right behind you. You’d like to think he was using this computer to be close to you, but this is the one closest to his station. “Do you need anything, darling? You look a little flustered.” He purred in your ear, while placing his hand on your arm.

“No, I’m okay. Just forgot an order.” You could feel his eyes on you while your clumsy fingers fumbled against the screen. As the rush came in, you were almost too busy to think about Loki. Almost. He seemed to be everywhere you were. His blue eyes found you in every area of the restaurant.

You were in the weeds, drowning in customers. You had drawn the short end of the stick and were in a three server section with just you and one lazy coworker. You were sure your head would explode if one more person asked you for extra ranch. Luckily, Cindy and Loki had come down to help you when no one else would.

You put the last drink on your tray, struggling to lift it. Why did every person on your eight top want multiple drinks? It would be difficult to carry the heavy tray through the full dining room and down the stairs to your section. Loki watched you closely the whole time you were preparing the drinks. So it was no surprise when he mockingly asked if you had it.

“Actually, can you carry it for me? I don’t think I can make it downstairs with it.” You give him your best doe eyed look, fluttering your eyelashes. He lifts the tray with ease. You follow him out, appreciating the way his muscles strained against his black button up. He held it for you as you passed out the beverages to each person.

The restaurant had finally closed and you got to change out of your uniform. You were now sporting a low cut tank top and leggings. You sit across from Loki, still in his work uniform, to do your end of shift paperwork. You could tell he was trying not to look at your cleavage. But you caught him peeking over his phone admiring the swell of your chest, now on full display.

You make your way to the back to retrieve your belongings from your locker when a large hand wraps around your delicate wrist stopping you in your tracks. Loki’s grip grows tighter as he walks toward the supply closet. He flips the light on, quickly pushing you inside.

When the door shuts behind him, his eyes darken. He pushes you back against the cool shelf. “What are we doing in here, Loki?” “You have been eye fucking me all night, little one. Don’t be shy now.” His mouth descends on yours. Teeth clashing and tongues gliding against each other, your hands travel along his muscled arms and torso moving to quickly unbutton his shirt.

“We have to be quick, darling. The others will be finished soon.” You nod as he pulls your panties and leggings down your thighs. You unbutton his pants. He is a lot bigger than you expected, and you knew he would be huge. Loki drags a slender finger across your folds. He smirks when he withdraws his soaked digit.

“Wet for me already?” He brings his finger to his lips, a small moan escapes him as he tastes your arousal. He slides his finger past his lips with a loud pop. Loki thrusts up into you, his large hand covers your mouth to stifle your cry. His hot breath on your ear as he shushes you sends shivers down your body.

You can hear footsteps outside the closet, so any sound could lead to you getting caught. He holds you against the shelf each thrust of his hips rattling the bottles of cleaner against each other. He slithers his hand between your writhing bodies. His thumb strums your clit like a skilled guitar player making you see stars as he continues to fuck into you. Your grasp tightens on the sleeves of his work shirt.

He picks up his pace while you move wildly against him chasing your high. You remove your hand from him to grip the shelf, but accidentally topple a vacuum cleaner over. The loud bang would surely alert someone to your hiding spot.

“Fuck it” Loki growls. He presses you harder against the shelf, knocking cleaning supplies to the floor around his feet. The thought of someone finding you wrapped around Loki fuels the flame low in your stomach. His sharp teeth lock down on the smooth skin of your neck.

You claw at his dress shirt covered back as a powerful orgasm rips through you. You can’t help the animalistic cry that leaves your throat. Loki’s hands tighten on your hips. A low growl vibrates against your collarbone as he reaches his release. “No one can know about this, love. It will be our little secret.”

You agree with him as you try to get your wobbly legs used to standing again. You pull your leggings up. “I’ll go out first, wait a few minutes then you can leave.” You tell him, looking back to get one more glance at his exposed chest. You stumble, walking around like a newborn calf.

When you come around the corner, Cindy is waiting for you, amusement dancing in her eyes. She locks her arm with yours and you both giggle passing your other coworkers who are none the wiser.

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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Stand By Me - Part 2

Summary: When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbott becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you. Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader Word Count: 4.3K (SORRY DEAR READERS) Rating: Mature, future chapters will be explicit and 18+ only. Stalking, anxiety, misogyny, inaction by the police and Rhett being protective. Future chapters will include some violence. No spoilers for Outer Range. A/N: This will be a four part series. I cannot thank @mayhem24-7forever, @callsign-phoenix, @whatblogisthis216 and @wildbornsiren enough for their help and support putting this together. Thank you @callsignhurricane for the absolutely gorgeous header.

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In the morning, you find Rhett fast asleep on your couch. Sometime during the night, he removed his boots and placed them side by side under your coffee table. He looks a little uncomfortable crammed on your couch, one sock-covered foot resting on the floor. You take a moment to study him, his face relaxed in slumber. He’s always been handsome, but he's even more so now with his golden lashes resting against his cheek and his long hair mussed. One hand rests on his stomach and you see his long, lean fingers twitch while he sleeps. His other hand is behind his head.

When you take a step forward, the floor creaks and his blue eyes snap open. He shoots up, tension lining his whole body, but it dissipates the moment he sees you. He twists his neck to the side with an audible crack and you feel a rush of guilt thinking of him sleeping out here. You’re about to apologize when he speaks.

"Sleep okay?" He asks. The grizzled tone of his voice makes your stomach swoop and it takes you a minute to respond.

“I did, thank you. Do you, um, want some coffee or something? I was going to make some for myself…"

“That’d be good,” he says with a soft smile. He rakes a hand through his hair to clear it from his face. On the table, his phone buzzes and he bends down to get it, the corner of his lip pulling up briefly. “It’s Ma,” he explains. “Checking in.”

He texts something back before dropping the phone on the couch to follow you into the kitchen. It’s strange to have a man in your space and with the way he follows so closely behind, you’re self-conscious of every little thing. It was silly and maybe a little vain, but you did your hair and make up before coming out this morning, even though you’re still in your pjs.

“I don’t have anything fancy. It’s just Folgers,” you tell Rhett, pulling down the big red tub and scooping out the powder into the coffee filter.

“I’m not a fancy guy,” he says, smiling at you. He leans against the counter and folds his arms across his chest, continuing to watch you.

As the coffee pot gurgles to life, you pull down two coffee mugs, taking the chipped one for yourself. He turns down your offer of milk and sugar, drinking it black while you doctor yours up.

“I can make some breakfast,” you offer. “Least I can do since you had to stay the night.”

He shakes his head. “The sheriff’s station opens at 8 am. We need to talk to Burt about this. See what can be done.”

“Yeah, of course,” you say, feeling silly. This wasn’t a social visit, Rhett was only here because you were in danger, because you’d caught the wrong kind of attention. “You probably have 100 better things to do this morning. I’ll um, go get dressed. Sorry.”

Rhett catches your arm as you walk past. You feel that same jolt of electricity move under your skin, just like last night when he touched you.

“Hey,” he says softly, waiting until you look up at him before continuing. “No need to apologize. I wanted to be here last night and I want to come with you to the station, if you’ll let me.”

It’s a lot, being under his intense stare and you fidget nervously. “I- I want you to come.”

He smiles and pulls away. “Good.”

You leave him to get dressed, surprised to find him lingering in the hallway outside of your bedroom when you emerge. He looks a little sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. “Couldn’t find the bathroom,” he explains.

“Oh, these old houses have weird layouts. It’s just, em, through my bedroom,” you tell him, pointing behind you.

You let him pass and move into your room. You see his head turn as he takes in your small, cluttered space and you feel incredibly self-conscious. The bed is only half made and yesterday’s uniform is still in a heap on the floor. Heat burns in your cheeks when you spot the bra hanging off the bathroom door handle. You don’t realize you’re just standing there after he disappears until you hear the toilet flush.

Hurriedly, you turn around and head to the living room only to pace anxiously while you wait for him. You spot Rhett’s hat on the coffee table, the light brown suede material looking soft to the touch. For a split second you think about picking it up but then you hear the old warped flooring of the hallway groan and withdraw your hand guiltily.

“Ready?” He asks, slipping on his hat.

“Yes,” you tell him, grabbing your purse before you suddenly remember. “Wait, I need to get something.”

You dart past him, back down the hallway to the old linen closet and stand up on your tiptoes to feel along the top shelf. You shoved an old shoe box into the very back when you put it there two weeks ago. As if hiding it would make all of this disappear. A small frustrated sound escapes your pressed lips when you come up empty handed. You’re considering dragging out the old step stool when you step back into a solid chest.

“Easy, it’s just me,” Rhett rumbles in response to the startled yelp you let out. His hands settle on your shoulders and you drop your head forward, embarrassed all over again. Of course it was him. “What are you looking for?”

“A shoe box. It should be on the top shelf."

He hums and reaches past your head, snagging the item in question. You hesitate when he offers it to you and there’s a slight tremor in your fingers. Rhett tilts his head in response, brows drawn together in concern. You force yourself to take it from him carefully, an anxious shiver running down your spine.

“What’s in there?”

For a second you don't want to tell him, ashamed. “Things he left me,” you finally say, not needing to expand on who he is.

“Can I see it?” Rhett questions. “I’d like to see it if that’s okay.”

You nod, looking up at him when he takes it from you and lifts the lid. A muscle in his jaw twitches and his nostrils flare as he carefully picks through the items. When he pulls out one of the man's drawings, you look away. They might have once been beautiful, flattering even, but your eyes were scratched out in all of them. The sharp lines of the man’s fury with you were unmistakable.

“This everything he gave you?”

“No," you admit. "I threw most of it out but then I thought maybe I should keep them. In case it got bad enough to show them to the sheriff.”

A tick in Rhett’s jaw jumps and you feel foolish. Of course he thought you should have gone to the Sheriff before now. Maybe if you had, he wouldn't be here wasting his time with you.

“You’re very brave for keeping this,” Rhett says, touching your shoulder. “It couldn’t have been easy, having this close by.”

You look up, surprised. “I should have told someone before this,” you whisper.

“You did. That’s why I’m here.” Your lower lip trembles in response and you reach for the box but he doesn't let you take it. “I got it. Come on.”

Just like last night, Rhett follows closely behind as you make your way to his truck, although now there is no hand on the small of your back to guide you along. You miss it. He opens the passenger side of the truck for you, making sure you’re buckled in before walking around to get in himself. The ride to the station is quiet though not uncomfortable. With Rhett you don’t feel the need to fill the silence like you do with others. You can just be.

Even though you try to distract yourself with the radio, you find your eyes drawn to the box sitting between the two of you. You stare at it, wondering how the Sheriff will respond. Would he believe you now? He’d have to with Rhett by your side and those awful “gifts” as proof – at least you hoped he would.

“Ready?” He asks, drawing you from your thoughts.

When you look up you’re surprised to see you’re parked in front of the police station. You can feel Rhett’s eyes on you, waiting for a response but you can’t make yourself move or even breathe. You don’t want to do this, fear and anxiety curdling the coffee in your stomach.

“It’ll be okay.” he tells you. His touch on your shoulder has you looking into his beautiful blue eyes. “We’re gonna make him listen,” he promises.

“We will,” you agree, even though you don’t quite believe it.

Rhett takes the box, tucking it under his arm and waits for you before heading into the station. He tips his hat at the receptionist, offering her a smile that she returns. You can see she likes him. She sits up straighter and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, paying you no mind. You recognize her from high school, Monica Barlow, one of the varsity cheerleaders and runner up for prom queen. She still looks just as thin and beautiful as you remember. You tug at your work uniform self consciously.

“Morning. We need to see Burt,” Rhett says confidently.

“Hi Rhett,” she chirps, twisting a strand of shiny blonde hair around her finger while she stares up at him. “I’m not sure if he’ll have time to see you but you can wait with me if you want. It’s so boring here, I could use the company.” She giggles and Rhett smiles.

“Come on Monica,” he says, leaning closer to her, his voice dropping lower. “You mean to tell me you don’t run this place yet? Got all those guys at your beck and call?”

She laughs and it’s a light, pretty sound. “Oh, you’re awful,” she tells him, reaching out to slap his arm. “He’s got a pretty booked schedule…” she trails off, glancing behind to Burt’s office. Even though the blinds are partially drawn, you can clearly see him sitting at his desk.

Rhett pushes up his hat with a finger, tilting his head to the side but says nothing. To your surprise, Monica blushes. “Let me get him his morning coffee first,” she says.

When she heads down the hall Rhett stands up straight, his expression falling back into that serious look he’d been wearing most of the car ride. You shift from foot to foot anxiously, only settling when he touches your arm. Even though he doesn’t say anything, it helps and the two of you wait in silence for Monica to return.

“He’ll see you now,” she tells him, glancing at you for the first time. You can tell by her blank, pleasant smile that she doesn’t recognize you.

“Thanks, Monica,” he says, winking at her. She preens and bats her lashes.

Rhett uses the hand still on your arm to urge you to walk with him. On the way to Burt’s office you pass Deputy Joy who seems surprised to see you there, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the man beside you. She looks like she wants to say something but before she can, he’s herding you into the office and shutting the door behind him.

“Well… if this ain't something. Rhett Abbott in my station without handcuffs on.” Sheriff Burt exclaims, leaning back in his chair. The wood of his chair creaks dangerously as he settles his hands on his prominent gut. “What can I do you for?”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance, focused entirely on Rhett. It makes you feel small, inconsequential. Silly. Like the first time you stammered your way through your concerns and he just stared at you with that patronizing look. The one people give small children and dogs. You clench your jaw and stare down at your shoes as Rhett explains why you’ve come. He shows the Sheriff the shoe box and recounts the man’s behavior last night.

“Well, like I told the girl last time, it sounds like she’s got herself an admirer.”

“An admirer?” Rhett asks sharply, taking a step forward. The hand at his side curls into a tight fist. “That’s horseshit.”

“Now Rhett,” the Sheriff starts, hooking his thumbs into his belt, his tone painfully familiar to you. “This sounds like a personal matter best solved between the two of them. Or maybe you. Have a chat with him, man to man. Might be that he doesn’t know she’s got herself a man and he just thinks she’s shy. You know, in need of wooing.” He looks at you then, thin lips drawing up into a smile. “You seem awfully timid, honey.”

“I-I told him I had a boyfriend,” you say. “I said-'' you start but the Sheriff cuts you off with a wave of his hand. His quick dismal makes you feel so little and insignificant.

“You don't think stalking is a police matter?” Rhett asks, the anger in his voice clear. “Threatening a woman isn't serious enough to necessitate getting off your ass?”

“Now listen here, boy,” the Sheriff warns. You flinch when he stands abruptly and his chair scrapes against the linoleum flooring.

“You’re the one who’s not listening,” Rhett interrupts. “How the fuck you got elected is beyond me.”

“Careful, boy. I’d hate to have to call your momma to bail you out again.”

Rhett takes a step forward and you see the Sheriff’s hand move to rest on the butt of his gun. The tension in the room is suffocating and your heart hammers in your chest. You may not know Rhett well, but from the look on his face you think he might lunge across the desk to reach the Sheriff if this continues much longer. The thought of him getting in trouble or hurt on your behalf is too much and you latch onto his arm.

“Rhett,” you plead. “It’s okay. Let’s just go.” He looks at you, working his jaw but the sharpness in his eyes fades a fraction. ”Please.”

“Best listen to your woman, boy,” the Sheriff says, his smug tone enough to make Rhett’s head snap back up.

You say his name again, touching his shoulder.

He breathes out harshly in response and purses his lips. “This ain't finished,” he warns the Sheriff with a pointed finger.

The Sheriff scoffs, unfazed by Rhett’s threat and you feel his muscles tense under your palm. He looks like he’s gonna say something else but then shakes his head and turns to leave, grabbing your hand in his. He pulls you through the station at a fast enough clip that you struggle to keep up. When Monica sees you coming she stands, smiling, but Rhett doesn’t even spare her a glance. He doesn’t stop until you’re outside.

“Fucking useless piece of shit,” Rhett growls, kicking the tire of his truck.

He takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. There’s a deep red flush up the back of his neck and color in his cheeks. When he turns away from you, you don’t miss the tension in his shoulder and the way he breathes heavily, working to get his anger under control. Were it another man, his behavior might have been frightening but you feel a different emotion, one that makes your chest warm and your skin tingle. You’ve never had someone fight like that for you before.

When Rhett turns around a few moments later he looks almost ashamed. “Sorry,” he says, rubbing his jaw, “Shouldn’t of cursed in front of you like that or reacted like I did. Sorry if I scared you.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, taking a tentative step closer. You want to touch him but aren’t sure if you should or if he’d even want you too. “You didn’t scare me. I… I trust you, Rhett.”

Something in his face changes, an emotion passing through his blue eyes you’re not familiar with. You watch his lashes flutter and his jaw go slack before his gaze cuts away from you. It’s clear you’ve said something wrong and that thought has you twisting your hands together.

“What time’s your shift start?” Rhett asks abruptly.

You blink, a little taken aback by the sudden change in topic. “Uh, 10 am,” you respond.

He nods. "We got time then, come on. You should eat somethin’. I think Odessa's is open this early."

“Okay.” You agree, surprised when you feel his hand settle on your back.

You walk alongside him and let him lead you north on the main street, even though you’re well aware of where the diner is. It’s been a staple in Wabang since before you were both born. Rhett looks deep in thought so you don’t talk, but you do steal glances at him now and again until he distracts you enough that you miss a divet in the sidewalk. It sends you stumbling, but he catches you easily, an arm around your lower back and a hand on your elbow. Underneath your embarrassment is a strong current of warmth in your gut that has you inhaling sharply.

“Alright?” He asks.

You nod and he lets you go. You continue walking but this time you pay attention until you arrive at the busy diner. You seat yourselves and take one of the peeling menus from the holder on the table. You’ve eaten here enough times to know what you’re getting, but you need something to do with your hands. That only lasts so long before the waitress takes your orders and you’re left with nothing to do but look at Rhett.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out suddenly. Rhett’s eyebrows rise in response and you hurry to keep talking. “It’s just, I mean… I’m sorry you had to waste your time on this.”

“Only one who wasted my time this mornin’ was the Sheriff,” he tells you, lip curling in distaste for the aforementioned man. “You got nothing to be sorry for.”

You know on some level he’s right, that the Sheriff should have listened to you, especially once he’d seen the box. The box…Shit. You left it behind at the station. It was probably at the bottom of a trash can now, long forgotten, along with you and Rhett. You really should return for it, the box was your only physical proof of what was happening, but you’re not sure you have the stomach for it, even with Rhett at your side.

“I suppose the Sheriff did have one good idea,” Rhett says.

He chuckles at your surprised expression

“What’s that?” You question.

“That he might back off if he thought you had a man,” Rhett explains, the look on his face letting you know exactly how he felt about that antiquated statement. “He’s already seen you with me at the store. It wouldn’t be too hard to convince him that I’d make trouble for him if he didn’t knock it off.”

“You mean….pretend we were together?” You ask hesitantly, afraid of misunderstanding what he’s suggesting. It’s a little pathetic how your heart lurches in your chest at the chance to spend more time with him. To have him close.

“Yeah. Don’t think it would take much. You could come watch me ride tomorrow night. I’m sure Ma would love the company. Then maybe… drinks at the Handsome Gambler a few times?” He questions, eyes narrowed in thought. “I know I’ve seen that guy in there before with the other men from the Dustin ranch.”

You don’t respond immediately, overwhelmed by his offer. You weren’t used to having people go to bat for you, at least not since your grandfather passed shortly after you graduated high school. It’s a sobering realization to know Rhett’s probably the first man you’ve felt safe with since he died. That thought dislodges something in your chest that sends a spike of unwanted emotion climbing up your throat and pressing on your eyes.

Rhett seems to take your silence as something else and leans back looking a little uncertain for the first time since he came to your rescue last night. “If you’re not comfortable-”

“No,” you’re quick to assure him. “It’s just…” you trail off, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from crying.

“Hey,” Rhett says quietly, hands settling over your own. God, the soft tone of his voice goes straight to that bundle of fear living under your breastbone, easing it just a little more every time you hear it.

You shake your head, hating how emotional you’re getting again. This was stupid, he was just offering you help. That should be normal, expected. It’s what people did. You weren’t usually someone who fell apart so easily but that seemed to be the only side of yourself you were showing Rhett.

“We can figure something else out,” he says. “Perry and I can pay a visit to the Dustin ranch. Make him understand… it was just a thought.”

“It’s not that, it’s a good idea,” you promise him, trying to find the words you want to use. It takes several moments before you speak, Rhett watching you patiently. “It’s just people always say they want to help but they don’t mean it. They have their own problems and families to care for,” you explain. “I guess what I’m trying to say is I appreciate what you’re doing for me. Not everyone would.”

“Families aren’t all they're cracked up to be,” Rhett promises you cryptically. “And you’re making this sound like a chore when it’s really not. I’ll have a pretty girl cheering me on in the stands and someone to share a beer with on Friday nights instead of sitting alone at the bar like a sad sack.”

Pretty. He called you pretty. A part of you wants to believe him but you know he’s only trying to make you feel better. You saw the kind of woman he went home with, the whole town did and they didn’t look like you.

“Alright,” you agree with a shy smile.

You take comfort from the feel of his fingertips on the back of your hand and the two of you stay like that until the food arrives. The waitress eyes you curiously. You expect Rhett Abbott taking a girl out to breakfast wasn’t a sight she’s ever seen. It might be your imagination but she seems to linger a few minutes longer than necessary after dropping off your plates before heading back behind the counter. You catch her whispering to another waitress, both of them watching you. Rhett notices and smirks, shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“That didn’t take long. See, this is gonna be easy,” he promises you with a grin. “Though, I’ll apologize in advance for dragging down your reputation.”

“Don't think I really have one,” you tell him. The only reason people seemed to remember your name half the time was because you wore a name badge.

“Nah, you were always a good girl in school,” he tells you with a grin. “I don’t think that’s changed.”

Your cheeks heat at his flirty tone. You don’t respond, taking a bite of your pancakes instead. While you continue to eat, Rhett lays out his plan. It’ll start that night when he picks you up after your shift to go to the bar for a few drinks and be seen. Tomorrow, you’ll join his parents at the rodeo to watch him ride. If the man shows up anytime in the future, Rhett wants you to call him immediately.

When the check comes, he pays before you can offer. You thank him but he brushes you off, his hand returning to your back once you’re outside on the street. It’s a quick walk to the hardware store. You can see your boss and another employee inside already, preparing to open. Rhett’s hand on your back drags up to rest on your shoulder and he turns you to face him.

“They’re watching us,” he says. You try to look behind you but he stops you with two fingertips along your jaw and a shake of his head. “Should probably do a little more than wave goodbye,” he suggests.

“Oh, good point,” you agree, anxious anticipation for what he might suggest making your voice shake. “Whatever you think, Rhett. I trust you.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he whispers, looking concerned.

“I don’t mind you touching me. It… it makes me feel safe,” you admit in a rush, skin hot.

That same look from outside the station earlier passes over his face and he inhales quietly. You worry you've said the wrong thing again.

“Alright, c’mere,” he directs, a hand on your hip pulling you in for a tight hug.

His hat bumps into your head when he tucks his face into the side of your neck. The feel of his warm breath against your skin sends a rush of butterflies to your stomach. You make a soft sound when he drags the flat of his palm up and down your back comfortingly. He pulls back a fraction but is still close enough that you’re partially shielded by the brim of his hat. He smiles and you’re quick to return it, chest warming at how handsome he looks.

“I’ll pick you up at 5,” he promises, leaning in to brush his lips over your cheek. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay,” you agree.

Rhett doesn’t move again until you’re safe inside the store, offering you a sweet little wave that you return before watching him climb into his truck. Today didn’t go as well as you hoped, the Sheriff still doesn’t believe you even with Rhett, but you don’t feel as anxious or scared as you expect.

For the first time since this all started, you’re no longer alone. You have Rhett and a plan.

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imagines--galore · 17 days

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I was wondering if we could get a fake relationship trope from the trope list with clark (superman) and reader. Like maybe they pretend to be dating for a wedding or sth🫣

Summary: Perhaps choosing someone as handsome as Clark had not been the best of idea when it came to picking someone to fake date. Especially not when you had your own feelings bubbling under the surface. Pairing: Superman aka Clark Kent x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: You lot love your fake dating tropes don't you? Not that I'm complaining. I love 'em too :3 Especially when I get to see Henry Cavil wear a tux. -swoon-

Clark raised an eyebrow at you.

You were slumped over the table in the booth. "Y/n?" He said, reaching out to tentatively shake your shoulder. Your head snapped up, and if it weren't for his quick reflexes, Clark knew he would have been on the floor in surprise of your sudden action.

"I'm doomed." You stated in a serious albeit whining tone that had your team mate and friend smiling at you and gently patting your shoulder as he moved to sit across from you. It was ridiculous how the booth appeared to be so small for his wide muscular frame.

But maybe now was not the time to be focusing on your friend/crush's physique.

"And why do you think you're doomed?" He asked, putting his chin on the palm of his head as he rested an elbow on the table. You placed your chin on top of your folded arms on the table, looking up at him as you pouted.

"I agreed to attend this wedding. And when I RSVP'd I said that I would be bringing a plus one and now I don't have a plus one." You grumbled, burying your face in your arms once more. Clark frowned in confusion. "Who were you going to bring? Are you dating someone I don't know about?" If you had looked up, you would've caught the flash of jealousy in his blue eyes. But you still had your face buried. Though you did peak up at him after awhile.

"The invitation was months ago. And I said I would bring a plus one because I thought I would at least meet someone till then." You sat up straight. "But between work and our extracurricular activities I haven't actually had the time to meet anyone. And now the wedding is this weekend and I don't have anybody to go with. And usually it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I just wanted everyone to know that I had my life all together and in my hometown that includes having a good partner and I am far from finding one so yeah, I'm doomed."

Silence followed your words as you buried your face in your hands as a sign of despair once more. Clark could only look at you with sympathy, trying to come up with a solution that would work out in your benefit.

While he was one of the founding members of the Justice League, you had followed soon after. Given your power to sense life forces around you and the fact that you could borrow their special abilities or powers for a limited time, you were a great asset to the team. You had helped them out on more then one occasion and had been one of the first to be offered a place on the team.

You had become friends with all of them, but there had been a particular sense of bond between you and Superman, whom you later learned to be Clark Kent.

Probably because of your similar upbringing. You were from a small hometown having grown up on a ranch, while he had grown up on a farm. The oddballs of the town. That was where your similarities ended, but the friendship you had formed extended beyond your superhero personas and the two of you began to hang out as civilians as well.

It was the norm for the both of you to share your troubles with one another, and you had no idea when you had begun to harbor a crush on him. Though you never acted on it.

Little did you know, Clark was beginning to feel certain romantic feelings towards you as well.

Perhaps those feelings were what compelled him to say what he did next.

"I could go with you."

Your head tilted upwards, eyes wide with surprise. "What?"

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"This is really risky." He muttered to himself as he pushed his glasses up his nose. A sure sign of nervousness. You nudged his side. "Hey, you were the one who suggested it. Don't go backing out on me now." You joked, though there was uncertainty in your gaze as well, as if you were afraid he would suddenly change his mind and take off.

Quiet literally.

The both of you had arrived at the lodge where the wedding was being held. Since it was an early wedding, you had to arrive a day before. But you had made a slight miscalculation.

And that was not factoring in a mass prison break out.

You had spent hours alongside the rest of your team, rounding up all the escaped convicts. It got so late that you missed your train, which also had your bags onboard. Which was when Clark had offered that both of you fly to the location. You had been hesitant at first but had quickly given in. Honestly you were too tired to argue.

But not too tired to borrow a little bit of Clark's abilities. And before you knew it, the both of you were flying through the air.

In hindsight it had been a fun experience.

You two had raced through the air, hiding in the clouds and popping out to scare the other. Not to mention just how gorgeous everything looked from so high above. You had floated in midair, mesmerized by the sight of the setting sun. Completely missing the way Clark was looking at you.

Mesmerized by you.

You slowly began to loose your ability to fly as your biological timer ran out when it came to your borrowed powers, so Clark carried you back the rest of the way. You kept your gaze fixed straight ahead during that part of the journey. Being in his arms, flying through the air was romantic enough without accidentally meeting his gorgeous blue eyes.

Collecting your suitcases from the train station, you were now walking to your room. You would be attending from the bride's side, her being an old friend during your school days. You also knew the groom.

It was a very small town.

Since it was late at night almost all the guests had already gone to bed. You quickly unlocked the door and stepped in, turning on the lights as you went. "Well this is nice." You muttered as your eyes roamed over the rather spacious room as you stepped in. Clark walked in behind, easily carrying all the suitcases which he dropped to the side as soon as the door closed behind him.

He had just taken off his glasses and jacket when he heard you speak. "Uh oh."

He turned to find you staring at......the bed?

"What?" He asked, moving to stand next to you at the foot of the king sized bed. "Well we're here as a couple, and being a couple means sharing a bed." Both of you stared at the piece of furniture, before glancing at one another out of the corner of your eyes.

"Well since your massive frame won't be able to fit on the couch, you'll be taking the bed." Knowing that he would argue about your so-called sacrifice, you quickly reached up on your toes to place your hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

His eyes widened behind his glasses, and he looked so comical that you gave a small laugh before smiling up at him. "I know you're gonna wanna act like a proper gentleman and all Clark, but you've already met that quota when you offered to be my plus one." God, his breath was warm against her palm. "So just let me do this, to make myself not feel like an ass."

The two of you continued to stand there, with your hand still over his mouth. You fixed him with a look. "I'm not gonna move until you say agree." Clark raised an eyebrow, silently asking if you were really going to go through with that. You grinned. "Try me."

He rolled his eyes, though you could feel his amusement at the situation, given how you could literally feel his lips pulling into a smile beneath your hand. Reaching up he grasped your hand, his touch so gentle that you wandered how the very same hands could punch a man out in seconds.

You were broken out of your reverie when he leaned forward slightly. Still grasping your hand, he brushed his lips briefly and softly against your skin. "As the lady wishes."

Your reaction to that one simple gesture was instantaneous. The blush that formed across your cheeks was as red as the cape he usually wore and your eyes widened to an almost comical level.

It was exactly what Clark had been hoping for. The smug bastard smirked confidently, before allowing you to pull your hand from his grasp, and walking past you into the room.

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He had no idea what had come over him. You'd been standing there, looking adorable as you teased him with your hand covering his mouth, and he found that he had to tease you back. Had to see the reaction it would get out of you. And you hadn't disappointed.

The memory of the blush was still playing in his mind as he finished brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He couldn't help but smile to himself, feeling a smug sort of satisfaction that he had gotten such a reaction out of you.

Stepping out of the bathroom he closed the door behind him, removing his glasses as he went. The room was already shrouded in darkness, with just the light of the moon filtering through the curtains. And you?

You were already asleep on the couch.

It was just big enough for you, and it was soft so it was comfortable, but there was barely any room for you to move around. Clark just hoped you didn't fall to the floor during the night. The day had tired you out, chasing criminals for hours, using your powers, and flying through the air really took it out of you and you were dead to the world.

As he passed by you to get to bed, Clark couldn't help but glance in your direction, smiling at the peaceful look on your face. Your breathing was deep, so you were definitely fast asleep.

Not really wanting to sleep just yet, he pulled out a book he had brought and turned on the side lamp to read. It was about a half hour later that a slight movement from you had him looking up from his book. You were changing your side, still fast asleep. And his suspicions from earlier proved true. There wasn't enough space on the couch and if you shifted a little more you would fall.

And that's exactly what happened.

A little slide to the side and you were falling off.

Good thing Clark was quick enough to catch you before you fell any further.

You slid down blanket and all, straight into his arms. The funny thing? You didn't even wake up. Or rather you just stirred and went back to sleep, mumbling something under your breath as you all but snuggled into his warm, strong chest. For a moment all Clark could do was blink down at you. He had certainly not expected you to not even wake up after taking a tumble. But then maybe you really were tired.

His lips pulled into a gentle smile as he straightened up, cradling you easily in his arms. Walking over to the bed, he gently tucked you in, watching with an almost tender expression as you snuggled into the pillow, burrowing deeper into the blanket he wrapped around you.

Deciding that maybe it was time to turn in, he flicked off the side lamp and got into bed beside you. He did his best to keep as much distance between the both of you as he could, but during the night, when the soft breeze coming through the open window prompted you to press yourself against the warmth beside you, he didn't mind.

Besides he had his back to you, and you were only slightly pressed up against him.

Nothing intimate about that.

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The wedding had been a disaster.

Well a disaster for the people involved.

For you and Clark it had been like watching one of those telenovela's Flash secretly liked to watch sometimes. The Speedster thought it was a secret but really everyone knew.

He wasn't exactly subtle about it when he would watch the latest episode on the screen at the Watch Tower.

But back to the matter at hand.

"Any more secrets revealed?'" Clark asked as he came to sit down beside you, having managed to attain a rather large piece of the wedding cake. Grabbing a fork, you dug into the sweet chocolate dessert. "Well the Bride just found out her father paid for the entire wedding when the Groom's parents promised they would pay half."

Clark took a bite of his own, both of your gazes trained towards the small group of people gathered in the center of the dance floor. "Should they have to pay, now that the Groom ran off?"

You scowled at him. "Of course they should! The bride didn't know he would run off like that, if she had, she wouldn't have had the wedding in the first place. Ergo, the Groom's parents should pay their half." Shoveling another bite into your mouth, you moaned in delight.

"Least the Bride has good taste. This cake is amazing." You hummed, taking a sip of your champagne to wash the cake down. Clark nudged your shoulder. "Leave some for the rest of us will you." He said taking a bite. You simply pushed the plate in his direction, your eyes never leaving the spectacle on the dance floor.

You sighed. "At least the Bride let us attend the Reception. It would be a shame for all the food to go to waste." Straightening the skirt of your dress, you continued. "And I didn't get dressed up for nothing."

Clark glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. Their line of work never really gave one the opportunity to dress up. And he was so used to seeing you in either your superhero costume or plain civilian clothes, that it had taken his brain a moment when he had seen you step out of the bathroom in the dress you currently wore.

You had always been beautiful in his eyes, however seeing you all dressed up just added to that beauty.

Funnily enough, your thoughts process, at seeing him standing there in his tux, had been along the same category. Really it was sometimes unfair how gorgeous he was.

But back to the matter at hand.

"So what have we discovered so far?" Clark asked, wanting a brief recap of all that had occurred in the span of an hour or so since the wedding had started.

You cleared your throat. "Well before the wedding even started, the Bride's father was missing."

Clark nodded. "Only to be discovered in a closet with one of the bridesmaids." Both your gazes snapped to the bridesmaid in question. She was standing next to the father of the Bride, obviously trying to give her two cents but being completely ignored.

Another bite of the cake went into your mouth. "And then the jealous Bride spilled wine all over her sister's dress, for some petty reason." This time you turned to look in the direction of the sister who was wearing her husband's jacket over her dress to hide the hideous stain all down her side.

"Seems the bride isn't exactly a nice person either." Clark said, to which you shrugged. "She was nice enough when we were in school, I don't know what happened." He reached out to squeeze your hand in comfort.

You smiled at him before continuing, though you did notice how his hand didn't leave yours. "The Groom's mother made a big deal about the flowers, saying they weren't the ones she wanted. Apparently there was a huge screaming match before the ceremony began."

Reaching up, you teasingly flicked his ears. "Having super hearing serves its purpose doesn't it?" You teased. "Good thing you put your adorable ears to good use."

He gave you a strange look. "Adorable ears? That's a strange compliment."

You gave him a deadpanned look. "You're an alien from another planet, and I can suck powers from another person, but me complimenting your ears is strange." Your tone and the look you gave him had him laughing out loud. "I did not mean to offend you." He said, squeezing your hand, that he still hadn't let go of, gently.

"No offense taken. Now, on to the next point." Turning your attention back to the Bride, who was now shouting at the runaway Groom's parents, you continued. "The Groom decided at the alter that he didn't want to marry the Bride. Right as the Maid of Honor stepped forward and claimed she was pregnant, with his baby."

Clark winced. "Yeah, overall not a good day for the Bride."

Beside him, you grinned. "Oh I wouldn't say that." You said in a sing-song voice, as Clark finished off the rest of the cake and pushed the plate towards you to have the leftover icing. You quickly swiped your finger across the plate.

"Why? What makes you say that?" He asked, sounding a little too eager. You giggled. "Who knew the all-powerful Superman was so nosy." He playfully poked your side, prompting you to squirm away from him a little. "I'm a reporter, my nosiness comes with the job." He stated to which you rolled your eyes. "Uh huh, sure Boy Scout."

It was his turn to roll his eyes at the nickname before he looked at you in question, knowing you would answer him. "Well, I was in the Powder Room, and I heard one of the bridesmaids in there. She didn't know I was there too, and was speaking on the phone with someone else. She said that on the Bride's bachelorette party, the Brife ran into an ex-boyfriend of hers. Her friends actually lost her for a good hour or so, but then she came back by herself. But she confided that she'd gone and slept with her ex."

Clark's lips parted in surprise. "All we need is someone either coming back from the dead, or someone waking up from a coma with amnesia, and we can actually sell this as a soap opera."

You shrugged. "We could make lots of money. Might even me as rich as Bruce."

He rolled his eyes. "I doubt that." His eyes dropped to where you'd licked clean the last of the chocolate frosting. Some of it had actually gotten on your chin.

"You know, we're a part of this soap opera as well." You stated, to which he frowned. "How do you figure that?" He asked, to which you shrugged. "Well, we're not dating but we came here as a couple didn't we? If this were a soap opera there would be that typical sizzling unresolved tension between us, after sharing the same bed, and we would sleep, I mean, kiss by the end of the night."

Shit, you hoped he hadn't caught on to what you had been about to say.

"Or," You glanced up at him, a little confused at the playful smile pulling at his lips. "We could have that tension filled moment when I wipe something from your face. That's typical of soap opera's isn't it?"

You blinked. "Wipe what?"

The question was barely out of your mouth when he leaned his head down to your level, his hand lifting to press the pad of his thumb just under your lower lip. He felt your breath hitch as he gently wiped away the chocolate frosting that was still there. Trying your best to not let him see how much that gesture had effected you, you instead cleared your throat. "Nice move, Kent. You execute it with every fake date you take to weddings?" You joked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No." With his blue eyes unwavering as he held your gaze, he lick his thumb clean. "Just you."

He definitely did not miss the way your entire body shuddered at his significant insignificant act. How your pupils dilated, and you sat up a little straighter. "Just me huh?" You said, your voice low as you fixed him with a sultry gaze, the hand not being held by him resting on his chest. He had taken off his black jacket some time ago. The heat of your palm bled through the thin material of his shirt, and if you allowed your nails to dig a little into his skin, he made no move to acknowledge it. Despite his invulnerability, he did feel it a little.

And he would be lying if he said it didn't effect him.

Deciding that maybe playing the soap opera card would be a little fun, you slowly stood up. "I feel like taking a walk." Adjacent to the building where the reception was being held was a gorgeous vineyard and garden. You couldn't help but smile at his confused expression. So you leaned down, hand on his shoulder, thumb just grazing the side of his neck as you whispered.

"If this were a soap opera, you would definitely follow me."

You straightened and with a wink walked off, the skirts of your dress gently swaying with every step you took.

And if you put a little extra swing in your hips as you walked away, well that was just to make sure he followed.

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It took a total of ten seconds of you walking out of sight of the wedding party before he found you.

Or rather, he flew over you and you held your arm up so he could grab your hand as he flew by. It was dark so no one had seen him. He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close as he flew in the direction of the lodge where you would be staying.

"Well flying is definitely not a norm for a soap opera." You said, shaking the free strands of your hair away from your face. He chuckled. "How about you see this as being carried in the arms of the love interest cliché?" He suggested, to which you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh so, now we're the love interest are we?" You teased, trying hard not to show just how happy you felt when he said the L word. Clark shrugged. "If you'd prefer handsome stranger you met at the wedding, I can play that part too." He suggested as he gently landed on the balcony of their room.

He set you down gently, but you didn't move away from his embrace. "I think I prefer love interest." You admitted, tilting your head back so you could look at him.

Clark laughed softly, leaning down so he could nuzzle his nose against your own. "Anything you want." He whispered, his breath warm against your heated skin.

You sighed contentedly. "Anything I want." You whispered softly, eyes opening halfway to meet his half-lidded gaze. He hummed, the sound deep and masculine. It was a good thing he was holding you, otherwise you were sure your knees would give way under you.

Your tongue darted out, running over your lips. And you did not miss the hunger in his eyes as he watched you tease him. Half his face was still pressed up against yours, his nose slowly brushing along your soft skin, warm breath leaving it's trail as he did. Already you could feel your body respond to his gesture.

"Y/n." He groaned, his voice pleading as his path finally led him to your lips, where he hovered over them with a restraint that was slowly breaking. Your resolve broke and you finally whispered.

"Kiss me, Boy Scout."

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1

Summary: When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.7K

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“Hey, watch it,” Mindy pulls you out of the way of a group of rodeo clowns that were heading to the ring. “You always gotta have a watchful eye. You’re okay, come on. So we’re going to be stationed beside the fence. This isn’t some big time rodeo, so don’t get attached.”

“What?” You asked confused, trying to keep up with the fast moving nurse that you were going to be stuck with for the evening.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” she rolls her eyes looking straight ahead. “First off, get on some birth control. Don’t let these cowboys drag you down. Secondly, don’t become some buckle bunny to these local boys. You want to make it to the big time. Travel to the big arenas; Cheyenne, Arlington, Houston, ya know?”

“I’m not following,” she stops abruptly, and turns around. Her big doe eyes look you up and down, and she chuckles. “This is literally my first rodeo. I answered an ad. And here I am.”

“Yeah, they keep hiring pretty ones,” she was talking about herself like she was hideous. Mindy was adorable. Tiny little thing with bright green eyes. She lifts up her left hand, showing you her rings, “I’m taken. They stay away from me.”

“Who is they?” Her arm goes out to her side, and she gestures towards the backsides of dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans.

“Bull riders. They’re a dime a dozen. They’ll talk this big game here, because they need a place to wet their dicks for the night. If they’re lucky, dumb, and have enough they go on to the next county and find them another one.”

“Buckle bunnies?”

One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to. He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome, “And that one is the worst of them all. Stay away,” she smiles at him, and gestures with her hands to shoo, “Nu-uh, Steve, we don’t want whatever it is your peddling. We’re working,” even though she was talking to this man like he was a dog, she still opens her arms wide for a quick hug.

He extends a hand out to you with a crooked grin, and you reach yours out to him, “Well, hello darlin’, you look new here.”

“She is, and my help, go on with your boys. I’m sure we’ll see you and Frank later.”

“Now, that’s not nice. I’m not near as reckless as him. I can’t help it, he can never get the points that I do.”

“And you can’t help that he’s more charming than you. Goodbye, Steve,” she grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nurses station, and you keep your eyes ahead of you. It was like he was a predator searching for his next prey, and you were just there for the taking. Waiting on the sidelines for him to sink his talons into you.

“Steve is trouble. He is one that will make you fall in love in one night, and you never hear from him again, unless he gets another itch. The bunnies all go after him because he’s the top rider. Bucky is the one you go after. Sweet as southern tea. He’s going to make a real fine husband, but Frank…he has no quittin’ sense.”

“What do you mean,” you look back towards Steve and his friends. One seemed particularly taller than the rest.

“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle. He won’t hurt you for another woman. He’ll hurt you for another ride,” the tallest of the group gives you a big smile, and tips his hat towards you, and your head spins to look back at Mindy. “Great. You’ve been caught hook, line, and sinker. Don’t let those long legs, tight ass, and smirk get you. You are here to work. You are not here to chase around some cowboy.”

“You never have?”

“That is beside the point.”

“Steve?”

“I ain’t never chased him. He found me. I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be. Cowboys can’t be trusted. Find you someone who sponsors one. You get the glamor of the rodeo, and get the security of money,” she tilts her head, and blows a kiss at a businessman in a booth. “That’s my Johnny. He’s a representative for Wrangler, and he looks even better in them.”

“So…”

“Just say no to the cowboys, ya got it?”

“Yeah. Completely got it,” and yet you still find your way to look back to Steve and his group, and your eyes go back to the tallest one. He definitely looked like trouble, and you hoped that he was Bucky.

“We’re up,” Mindy grabs your arm, cussing up a storm. The both of you race to the side of the ring, pushing past the cowboys next to the chute, “Dammit, Frank,” she pushes the tall cowboy down in a chair, and he yells up at her, “Oh, don’t act like you don’t get off on this pain.”

“Well, I ain’t done it. It’s just part of the job. Don’t touch me,” he jerks his head out of her way, looking back in the ring, “Would somebody get my damn hat?”

“Frank, your wound needs cleaning,” Mindy groans, still trying to get to the gash in his head, but he smacks her hand out of the way.

“Yeah, and you’re rough. I want her to do it,” she shakes her head no, but you get that enticing grin, “You can butterfly a wound up, right?” You nod your head, stepping closer to him. “Usually Mindy here just straddles my legs to get closer to me.”

“Frank!”

“I’m just saying,” trying to prove to Mindy you weren’t some buckle chaser, you push his head back, and lean over him. “You got a name, sweetheart?” You give him your name, while you clean the wound, “That’s a real pretty name. You know you stick your tongue when you do that?”

“I do not.”

“Ow! Dammit that stings.”

“Alcohol usually does. Hold still, ya big baby. You’re acting like this hurts worse than being thrown from that big bull. You gotta death wish or something?”

“No,” his legs spread out even more, and he sinks down lower into the seat. Mindy, seeing you had everything under control, walks away, watching as the next rider preps himself. “You wanna know what the problem is? Why Steve always looks like the big time hero? It’s the draw of the bulls. You know what he always gets? Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones. You know who I always get?”

“Ole Red or Blue Bonnet?”

“She’s got jokes,” he chuckles, stilling while you butterfly his cut. “No, his name is the Hornet. He’s the biggest and meanest, and I still get my eight seconds, so I’m not too concerned. It’d be nice to start winning every once in a while though. Steve gets it easy, and the crowd loves him. I get it hard, but I got loyal fans.”

“The ones that follow you to your hotel after a ride?”

Someone hands Frank his hat, and you remove your gloves, giving him a knowing look, “You've been talking to Mindy too much. Trust me, I got more rides in me than on a bull. I ride horses, too. Used to ride sheep. I don’t get a girl in every city.”

“Oh? You get one and make her chase you around?”

“I’ll let you know when I find one,” before you realize what was happening, someone bumps into you, knocking you straight into Frank’s lap. “I got cha. You gonna need a bandage, darling?”

“No. I’m good.”

“Gotta watch these rough riders. They just don’t know when to pay attention to a lady in their way.”

“Are you a rough rider, Frank?”

“I caught ya, didn’t? I’d say I’m a gentle rider, but all kinds of fun. I’m not who you think I am. And I’m far from what Mindy says I am,” he was definitely cute. This must have been the charm she was talking about. It wasn’t just those tight jeans, there was this sweetness under his shameless flirting.

“She says you’re reckless.”

“Well, that I am. But I ain’t Steve. I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,” you give him a head nod, starting to walk back to your post. “Do I get your number or something? I’m also clumsy. It might be nice to have someone patch me up. You did such a good job. I don’t even feel it.”

“I hope you score well tonight, Frank,” you were currently walking backwards. You didn’t want to fall for him, but you figured it was too late. It had been too long since you even talked to a guy, much less one that looked that good in jeans, and knew how to handle a horse, in his case a bull, too.

“I’d score better if I got a number!” You bite your lip, shaking your head no. “You going to the next county?”

“She is Frank. Get to the chute, it’s Bucky’s turn,” Frank puts his hat on his head, giving you a quick nod, before walking off. He was making sure you saw just how good he looked in them jeans, and Mindy made sure you knew that she saw you looking. Giving you a whack in the back of your head, “Don’t fall in love with a cowboy.”

“You said that he…”

“I know what I said, and I stick behind it. I’m saying that is your kryptonite. Stay away. You’re going on tour with me. And I like you. That was clean work on Frank. You’re just easily distracted.”

“Does he always get hurt?”

“Just about every damn rodeo. He can’t gracefully fall off the bull. He makes sure it’s dramatic as hell. Remember…”

“Got it,” you take a drink from your water bottle, glancing over at Frank, Steve, and Bucky. Frank should have been helping tie Bucky’s hand off, but he kept glancing back at you, “What about having some fun with him?”

“You think you can have fun with Frank and not fall in love? Not fall for that sweet accent, and charming smile?”

No, you didn’t. You were already too far gone. Already distracted by the man with blue green eyes. A tall drink of water that you wouldn’t mind seeing after the rodeo. Mindy knew it, too. Knew that Frank had found him a girl that was easy to follow him around from show to show, because that’s exactly what you were going to be doing. Steve loved the draw of a girl coming to him. Bucky was too shy to even consider talking to a girl. While Frank, if it wasn’t for his penchant for painful behavior to himself, would have been the one. He didn’t break hearts, he broke bones.

“Mhmm…already gone.”

“Shut up.”

“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing. “Keep this in between your legs. If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,” you toss quarter at her, and try to watch Bucky. It was your job description to watch him. Ready to assist where you could, but you were failing. Frank had already got your attention.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mmm,” his lips kiss up your stomach, and between the spears of your tits. Kissing up your neck, giving your jaw a little nibble, before his body hovers over you, “Ransom, what are you doing?”

“Morning to you, too, Buns. I was just trying to be sexy and romantic.”

“If we weren’t having dinner with your parents today it would be,” he sits up, still having his knees on either of you, but nods his head. “Ran, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right. We’ve had this conversation. I wished Harlan was my father, but unfortunately I got stuck with Linda and Richard. But, I have a very important question to ask Greatnana. And you are going to wear the pretty little dress that I bought just for the occasion,” you try and open your mouth, but he places his whole hand over it. “And, in a few weeks we’re going to Montana.”

“Why are we doing that again?”

“You miss your family. You talk about that place nonstop.”

“I do love it here.”

“You love the estate. Love not having anyone around. And then my parents show up, and you get all feisty and cute, because they call you the help,” you roll your eyes, but still give him the softest smile. “I don’t tell you enough, but I’m glad you came here. I don’t know what I would have done had you not been here for Harlan. You acted fast.”

“And you fell in love,” his hands go to your side, and he starts tickling you. Making your body thrash around, and he knew how much you loathe tickling. If it wasn’t for his sweet little face, laughing along with you, it would be much more annoying. “You did.”

He stops abruptly, and starts sinking lower on you again, “As did you, Bunny. If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder. You held my hand. I never had anyone that comforted me.”

“You needed it. And I couldn’t just leave Harlan. I had to make sure those nurses knew what they were doing. They weren’t. I told them he was already on blood thinners, and that they had to chase his veins.”

“And I thank you for that. Gave him round the clock care, without pay,” you glare up at him. You most definitely did get paid. Your rent was paid for the whole year. “You didn’t have money in your hand.”

“I did get a date out of that stay.”

“You did. I’m so glad you asked. And I’m also so glad that I got to realize that I can go out to eat and not even spend a hundred dollars. And that’s with drinks and dessert.”

“We’ve upgraded to appetizers, too,” you give him a little reminder. He loved your morning giggles. Was addicted to them. His mornings with you were always so special. A bit sexy, but mostly it was just sweet. The two of you together, alone for the moment, before a dual shower, to save water of course, and head to the estate. Ransom opted not to work at the office as much since you had started working there.

“Speaking of which, is there a Longhorn in Montana?”

“Yes,” you give him a little smack to his arm, and he dramatically flops over on his back. “Come on, let’s get our shower.”

“Can we get a quickie in at lunch time? I know just the place we haven’t tried.”

“I have to be presentable for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.”

“Those two ruin everything.”

“How about I give you road head on the way home?” Pulling you over top of him, he gives you a kiss to your nose, and then your lip.

“I’d love that,” he whispers in your mouth. “And I love you.”

“And I love you, Ransom. Come on, shower. Harlan and I need our coffees.”

“Ransom needs his coffee, too.”

“Hey, I caught up with you,” Frank jogs up behind you, while you finally load your final bag into your car, and slam the trunk closed. “Am I going to see you in the next county?”

“Seeing how I signed a contract, yes. You’ll be graced with my presence for the next few months. What are you needing, Frank?”

“You remembered my name,” ugh, it was slightly infuriating the way the man looked with his mud covered clothes, sweaty skin, and popped up cowboy hat, trying to avoid his wound that you had patched up earlier. You start to head into your car, and he chases after you, opening the door for you, “I was wondering, I mean…the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing. Would you want to go?”

“You’re asking me to dance with you, and your clothes are all dirty? You sure know how to make a woman swoon,” backing yourself into the car, you smile at him. Needing to close your door, but he still held on. “Frank, give me my door.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“Didn’t say yes either.”

He gives you a chuckle, his eyes looking down at his worn state. “What if I took a shower? Got all freshened up. The beer at these bars is usually stale, but the music is decent. We got us a hotel room down the road from the bar. It’s in walking distance,” you scoff, pulling at the door even harder, “That’s not what I meant. Honestly.”

“If you want someone to chase your buckle around, I’m sure there’s plenty.”

“I done told you, I don’t want no buckle chasing bunny. If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to buy you cheap beer, willing to dance out in public with you. Bunnies are good for one thing. You’re not that,” he lets your door go, closing it for you. “It’s the Wild Horse. Just come on by. It’d be nice to see you in something besides scrubs.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

“You still didn’t say no,” you didn’t. And maybe you were crazy or a glutton for punishment, but you wanted to see him out of those chaps. Wondered if he wore the hat out in public, too, or if he wore something different. You had too many thoughts running in your mind, but you were curious.

“I know that look,” Mindy leans in your open window. “Did you learn nothing?”

“No,” you pout at her. He was cute, no he was hot. And while it was silly, could it be so bad. “Is he that bad of a guy?”

“No. He’s honestly not. Just remember, his first love is the rodeo. If you’re wanting to tame him and have your ranch and family with him, I’d say you need to just walk away. It would take a special woman for Frank to stop this life.”

“I just don’t want to go back to my hotel alone, and sit there watching reruns of some show that I’m not even paying attention to,” it was innocent enough and true. You just wanted to have fun. Do things you hadn’t done before. That was the purpose of this job. You wanted to see what was out there, even if it was from a rodeo.

“Don’t get your heart set on changing the man, and you’ll be fine.”

Steve kicks at Frank’s chair, the man hadn’t stopped staring at the door. A steady round of pitchers of beer kept his belly full. But he was hoping you showed up. “Let’s play pool.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Darts? You haven’t played darts in a while.”

“Nope,” Steve looks over at Bucky who hadn’t stopped dancing with a girl he met at the bar. She thought it was going to be more than that. That Bucky was going to get in a heated kiss and take her to their hotel room. He wouldn’t. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, and one night stands never happened with him.

“You’re killing my vibe.”

Frank looks over at Steve glaring. “Go find you someone to fuck in the bathroom.”

“Already have. Found one that wants a threesome, and Bucky don’t…”

“No.”

“Dammit,” Steve throws his head back whining, “Why are you sitting here waiting on that damn nurse. She didn’t seem interested.”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Okay. She was interested. Where is she now?” Frank gets the biggest smile on his face as you walk through the door. Your eyes move around the smoky atmosphere in search of Frank, while Steve groans. “Have your fun. Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”

“No. Go find fuck number two. I’m going to dance,” Steve and Frank both stand up, and it isn’t long until some pink manicured hand is rubbing on Steve’s belt, but Frank sees nothing, but you. Meeting you beside the bar.

“What’re you drinking?” He asks with a smile.

“Already ordered a double shot of Jack.”

“Ooh, she’s ballsy. Put her on my tab,” the bartender slides your cup in front of you, acknowledging what Frank had said. “Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

“I was beginning to think the same thing,” you nervously laugh, ready to get another drink when yours is finished, but Frank starts pulling you out to the dance floor. “What are you doing?”

“You came to dance. Besides, alcohol impairs your thought process. I don’t want that.”

“Why’s that,” his hands touch your hips, bringing you closer to him, and you want more. You hadn’t been with anyone since you started nursing school.

“I just want you to be fully aware of me,” even with a ball cap on, Frank was still attractive. He didn’t flash a buckle around or a cowboy hat in search of someone who knew who he was or what he did, unlike Steve. He was proud of the fact that he was a bull rider, and loved to show it off. Frank looked like an average man. With long legs, and the cutest ass. He was a dream. A sinful little dream.

Frank struggles to find his keycard with the way you were kissing all over his neck. Pulling out his shirt, and your fingers rub over his lower abs. “Hold on…stop…dammit, I can’t,” he finally opens the door, undoes his belt, ripping it out of the loops before placing it on the door handle, and pulls you inside.

Walking you to the bed furthest from the door, and you see that pretty white cowboy hat. Pushing him onto the bed, you grab it up, getting a few tongue clicks from him, and you cock up your eyebrow. “You gotta earn the hat ma’am.”

“How do I earn it?”

“You gotta….gotta ride a bull and try not to get bucked off,” pulling off the straps to your sundress, you let it sink to the floor, and Frank yips. “That…that’s a start.”

“You gonna show me how to do an eight second ride?”

“Shit, I hope this lasts longer than eight seconds.”

“Frank, take off your clothes,” his fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, before it’s enough to pull over his head. And he stands, tripping out of his jeans. Boxer briefs were your favorite, and those white ones were leaving nothing to the imagination. “All of it,” unhooking your bra, you toss it into the floor, and walk out of your panties just as Frank discards his briefs. “Can I wear the hat now, cowboy?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah. You really gonna ride this bull? Yep,” he stops talking when you sling your leg over him. Grabbing the base of his cock you slowly start to sink over him. “Oh, you feel better than any saddle. Yeah,” he sighs when you sink down completely.

His hat perches on your head, while he smiles up at you. “I could get used to this view,” he gives your ass a smack, “Okay boys. Go on, ride your bull,” you slowly start grinding over him. Rolling your hips, whimpering at the way he stretched you out. He was thick, by far the biggest dick you had ever taken. You understood now why he strutted around the arena.

He reaches up to pinch your nipples. Pulling them until you were right at his face, and he gives you a filthy kiss. Didn’t hesitate to push his tongue past your lips. “I said, you gotta earn that hat. Show me you know how to ride a bull,” he bites at your lip. Letting his teeth softly scrape over your kiss bruised lips, and releases your nipples.

You sit back up, and put your hands behind you. Getting off your knees, and resting your feet beside him in a crouch. He had the perfect view to see where the two of you connected. Could see your walls slicking his cock up as you start bouncing on him. Hugging his dick so perfectly. Your walls were already fluttering over him. The fact that he had that effect on you made him even harder, and you moan out his name.

“Come here. I wanna use those reigns again,” getting back to your knees, he grabs onto your tits, while you ride him like your life depended on it. Slamming yourself over his giant cock, and making the prettiest sounds. “Just like that. You’re earning that fucking hat. Just like that.”

Steve stumbles to the hotel room, and lifts up Frank’s belt. Looking back up to the bar confused, before forgetting what was even going on. Taking his card key out, he opens the door to see your body move over Frank’s. Sick fucker had you wearing his cowboy hat, and both of you were distracted by the pleasure.

“Looks like you found you a buckle bunny after all,” he hiccups, as you drop your body down on Frank’s chest, and his hands move to cover your ass. “She’s a real pretty one. Your belt is on the door handle.”

“To tell you not to come in here. Dammit, Steve, Get out.”

“Did you have to pay for this rodeo?” He collapses on the bed, completely passed out and snoring.

And you look up at Frank, “You’re sharing a room with him?”

“Him and Bucky.”

“You know I had my own room. Steve just saw me naked. Called this a fucking rodeo,” he starts moving your body over him, and you don’t wanna smile. You don’t wanna care, but it does feel so good. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to finish.

“You haven’t got bucked off yet. About the buckle bunny business…”

“I’m only your bunny, Frank.”

“Good,” he lifts your head up to give you a soft kiss, “I don’t want anyone else to be my Bunny. You go on and finish us. He won’t remember this.”

“How many points do I get with this ride?” You playfully ask, starting to get back into fucking him.

“Oh, you’ve scored off the charts. I bet it’ll be even higher when I finish.”

“In that case,” your hands press into his chest while you finish the ride for the both of you. Forgetting Steve all together, he could lay there passed out and drunk for all you cared. Frank’s fingers dig into your waist as he makes you pound over him harder before holding you still. It just wasn’t enough. He needed to feel just how weak you got when he fucked into you. He pushes his hips up into you with such force you start to see stars. Jackhammering up into your drenched cunt over and over again.

Your walls constrict around him, and you slap your hand over your mouth as you come hard over his dick. Frank pushes you off him, and onto your back, adjusting himself to straddle your upper body, and he fists his cock. It only takes a few pumps before he releases his load into your mouth. Stifling his own moans as he lets every drop drip onto your greedy tongue.

“That was beautiful. I really wished you’d stay,” he whispers, climbing off you to put his underwear back on. “Steve and Bucky always share a bed. You can wear my shirt and panties. Cuddle up real nice.”

“You won’t hate me in the morning?”

“I’m going to hate it when the morning comes because I’ll have idiots in the bed beside us. I’d much rather fuck you in the morning.”

“Just for tonight, Frank,” he throws you his shirt and your panties as he walks to retrieve his belt.

“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor. “I couldn’t find Steve, so I figured he found him another one.”

“He’s passed out in here, Buck,” Frank gives you another look as you crawl under the blanket, before he lets Bucky inside. “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t tell you any lies.”

“Lips are sealed. Oh…hey, uh…”

“You can call me, Bunny.”

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buckgasms · 2 years

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Hai! Cowboy Bucky has all my love, didn’t know I needed it! It got me thinking, what if reader had a bad day or he just wanted to treat her, so he took her for a horse ride and having her warm his 🐓 the whole way before he lays her out in a pasture and just treats her to some good ol’ fun times and many finishes.

Oooh god 🎉 yeah I think about cowboy Bucky pretty much every day 🤭 this is a beautiful genius idea 💡

I honestly don't know if this is possible, but that's not what this blog is about. It's about being sluts, and if that's the case, then anything is possible!

Also this image 🫠

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You'd had a long week. You'd gone home to visit your parents, which combined their nit-picking, arguments and condescension had endured a terrible visit and week. You also had really missed spending quality time with Bucky, mostly being too tired or upset to want to do much of anything. He decided you needed a break, and he certainly was missing you in more ways than one.

That morning you arrived to the ranch in your usual pretty sundress that you knew he liked and he smiled wide when he saw you walking up the long path to his home. It gave you a moment to take him in. He looked delicious, his jeans tight on his big thighs and plaid shirt straining against his thick chest and biceps. He even had his Stetson on which shaded his handsome, tanned face. You swear you started walking faster as you got closer and closer.

Finally you were in his arms and he was wrapping you up and pressing a long needed kiss on your lips. You clung to his shirt as you got carried away in the kiss, his hands squeezing at your ass. Finally he broke the kiss with a chuckle and looked at you. "Hi darlin', missed you.." you nodded in agreement and pressed another kiss to his lips, "missed you too Bucky" you whispered and he pulled you in close as he walked you towards the stables.

"Thought we could go for a little picnic, get away from all the work huh?" He offered and you expressed your excitement at the idea until you saw Bucky's favourite horse all saddled up. You turned with a eyebrow raised and he smiled at you. "Bucky? How are you planning on getting to this picnic?" He chuckled and nodded at the horse. "I'm gonna ride the horse...and you are gonna ride me sweetheart." He came in close and pressed his body against yours and you couldn't help but laugh. He took your hand and pulled you to the side, away from the animal into a dark corner of the stable. You giggled as he pressed you agains the wall and started kissing your neck and breast which he quickly slipped out of your dress. He nipped little bites at your nipples, which made your squirm and quietly moan under his ministrations. "Need to get you ready for me, don't I pretty girl?" You moaned again as his I fingers slid under your dress and into your underwear. His chuckle rumbled against your sensitive skin when he found you were already soaking. "Shoulda know huh? My girls always ready for me..." And he gently swirled his rough fingers around your clit, making your legs shake and your hands grip his shoulders.

"Buckyyyy" you whined and in a moment he stood up, leaving you dishevelled and shaking. He tugged you forward despite your complaints and you followed him, your hand in his back to the horse.

He knelt down and pulled your underwear off, kissing your thighs in the process. He then lifted you up onto the horse and you clung to the saddle as your wet heat came into contact with the smooth leather of the saddle. Before you could get comfortable he joined behind you and lifted up your hips, rubbing his thick cock against your folds before gravity pulled you down onto him.

His arms reached around you and your clung to him as you both adjusted to the position. "Oh fuck..." You sighed and leant your body against his. "Now be a good girl and keep me nice a warm while we ride ok darlin?" You whimpered and nodded, your hands gripping tighter to his sleeves as he chivvied the horse to move and head outside and on to the path.

Every trot was torture, as your hips wiggled and jolted with Bucky buried deep inside you. You took some solace in knowing that it was probably driving Bucky crazy too, but he always seemed to be better and controlling his pleasure. As you travelled through the fields his hands pulled your breasts out of your dress, exposing you to the world. His hands groped and pinched, making your walls flutter around him. "Easy baby.... Told you, none of that, just keep me nice and warm huh?" You blushed and leaned back as the pressure and journey continued. By the time he got the horse to stop, you were approaching a state of total disarray, your dress bunched around your waist, your body exposed to the sun and his hands.

Finally, when he lifted you up and helped you dismount the horse you dropped to your knees and pulled his jeans down his legs and took his cock into your mouth, slurping and sucking enough to make his legs almost buckle. "Fuck, there's my girl..." He groaned and managed to pull your greedy mouth off him before you dragged him down to the ground and climbed on top of him.

"Want it now.... No teasing..." You mumbled and before he could catch up with you, you sank down on his cock and bounced as much as you could while you pulled your dress over your head. His hands gripped your hips and he fucked up into you, hitting whatever you couldn't reach yourself.

"Jesus baby, look perfect" he growled and you whined before falling forward and letting him take over. His hands reached to your ass and spread your ass cheeks open, before slipping a finger in your puckered hole. You cried out as he fucked harder, making you scream out in pleasure before your walls squeezed him and you were both coming together.

A little while later you had recovered from your overwhelming attraction and you lay with your head on his chest as his fingers ran through your hair. You sat up and looked down at him as he smiled, feeling content at how relaxed he looked. You leaned down and kissed him, his beard scratching at your soft skin in the most pleasant way. He rolled you over, the sky framing his handsome face as he leaned down and kissed you again, your hands free to explore his muscled back and tug at his hair as he kissed your breath away.

"God baby, don't you ever go away from me again... You're staying with me forever." You giggled and wrapped your thighs around his hips, your ankles pushing him closer you your heat. "Sounds like heaven.."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #cowboy!bucky #cowboy bucky #cowboy bucky is gonna take me away #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #darling nonnie

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beachbabey · 1 year

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i just wanna hold onto rhett’s hand while he’s wearing his ‘daddy’ bracelet you made him and looking at it with bambi eyes and he notices you looking at it and smiles down at you.

“you okay, bambi?”

“daddy!” you squeal, holding onto the bracelet.

rhett leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead with a soft smile.

“yeah, that’s me little one. it’s a sweet reminder i love looking at everyday.”

eeek sorry this took so long, it takes me forever to finish requests now, I hope you like it! 💕💕💕🥺🥺💕💕

c/w: regression/little!space, fluff

word count: 735

When Rhett got home from work, you were waiting eagerly on the sofa. You’d been little all day, which wasn’t a problem. You and Rhett had both made sure your apartment was baby-proofed and that you had plenty of activities within your reach to keep you busy while he worked on the Ranch. You’d been able to entertain yourself for a while with colouring and watching cartoons, but as the sun started to set, casting a golden hue throughout the entire kitchen, you wanted nothing more than for Rhett to be home. You're laid curled up with your head on the arm of the couch, snapping to a sitting position as soon as you heard his key turn in the lock.

“Daddy’s home!!” You cheered, jumping up and running into his open arms.

“Oh hi bambi!” Rhett said, lifting you up and pressing your face into his neck. Today had been a long and boring day, and he’d missed you from the moment he pulled out of the driveway in the morning.

You nuzzled into him, humming with satisfaction. After a moment, Rhett set you back down and gave you a pat on the head, ruffling up your hair. You turn your head to the side, seeing the pastel little charms around his wrist, it was the bracelet you made him last week, using pastel and alphabet beads, spelling "Dada" in bright blue letters.

"Dada!! you kept it on?" you gasp, looking up at him, a big smile spreading on your cheeks

"Course I did baby!! We pinky promised remember?"

His reply makes you squeal and clap your hands, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into his chest

"Love you Dada" your voice muffled into his shirt, happily swaying side to side

“I love you too bambi” He hums with a little grin on his face. You take your face away from his chest and look up at him, your eyebrows knitted in confusion

“Dada, why do you call me bambi?? I‘m not a deer!”

“Oh, are you sure?” Rhett argued back.

“You look like bambi!”

“I do?”

“Well, you’re cute like bambi.”

He pets your hair, tickling a bit behind your ears and making you giggle.

“Hmm, you’re soft like bambi too!”

“I’m not bambi Daddy!, I’m a baby!” You laughed, dodging his hands as he tried to run his hands over your ribs.

“You’re fast like Bambi! I can’t keep up with you!” Rhett chuckles as he chases you into your bedroom.

You jumped onto the bed, rolling over on your side and flopping down onto the mattress. You giggled, unfurling from your position and reaching out your limbs in a long overdue stretch. Your whole face scrunched up as you tried and failed to suppress a yawn. You looked up at Rhett with droopy eyes, and he patted the mattress next to him.

“I think you're like Bambi too. You're brave, just like him, dada. Make me feel safe, my hero,” you told him, your speech slows as the tiredness set in, crawling over to him and perching on his lap, leaning to press a soft kiss against his forehead before he could even reply.

"Daddy's handsome too” you whispered.

“I think your opinion's biased, angel.” His cheeks burn in your hands.

“Don't care, I think you're wonderful, Dada,” you smile up at him.

He gives you a small smile, tears beading in the corners of his eyes at your comment

“No crying Dada, please no crying!” you said hurriedly as you throw your arms around his shoulders. Squeezing him as tight as you could.

“I’m sorry, little one, you’re just so kind and sweet, and sometimes Daddy wonders if he’s good enough for you,” he admits softly, wiping his nose with his sleeve and pressing a firm kiss to the side of your head.

"Dada's always enough for me, don't want anybody else," you say as you pull away to rest your forehead against his

No matter how hard you fought it, sleep was taking over. With watery eyes, Rhett carefully rolls you over to your side of the bed and tucks himself into your side, his arm wrapping over your stomach as you squirm and get comfortable, slipping your paci into your mouth and tracing a finger over the apple of your cheek

“I love you bambi, Daddy loves you so so much ”

#caregiver!rhett #rhett abbott x little!reader #rhett abbott x regressed!reader #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you

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amber-hollyhock · 2 years

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I Want Everything I Asked For (Dr. Bright x Reader)

Summary: You and Dr. Bright have been meeting in secret for several months, when Bright suggests that the two of you try to escape the Foundation. Naturally, a heated argument ensues, bringing to light many painful truths and suppressed emotions as you attempt to make a very difficult decision.

Dr. Bright had hated his personal quarters. They were dark, cold, and windowless, with only a handful of poorly placed fluorescent lights for illumination. It reminded Bright of a prison, and in many ways, it was. A perfect picture of his perpetual confinement to the Foundation. Yes, Dr. Bright hated his personal quarters.

That was until you were in them.

For you secret lovers, Dr. Bright’s quarters were the perfect rendezvous point. The frigid air gave you an excuse to cuddle, the sparse furniture made it easier to dance, and the deep shadows provided a perfect place to conceal your passion, as well as each other's deepest and most intimate secrets.

Yes, many secrets were exchanged in Dr. Bright’s personal quarters, and the things that you whispered to Bright in the darkness of his room were things he’d soon never forget. Often, they were memories: beautiful descriptions of your life before the foundation, sundrenched forests, the smell of the mountain air in the summer, a modest house on a big hill, the coolness of the river beside your home, a brother you’d loved, who’d fled your home in the dead of night, shattering your family in the process. In turn, he’d share his own: the sprawling ranches of the midwest, his older brother teaching him how to shoot, his mother’s smile… memories he’d never shared with anyone else, but that was the magic of you wasn’t it… crawling up inside him and nestling close to his heart, thawing its frozen exterior and reminding him that, despite everything, he is still human.

Tonight was one such night. You and Dr. Bright were lying on his bed as usual, when you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I fucking love bees.”

Bright, equal parts sleepy and drunk on love, laughs at your silly admission.

“No... seriously,” you insist, “bees are the fucking bomb… the fuckin’ bomb…”

Bright laughs again and plants a clumsy kiss on your cheek. “Why do you think that?”

“They’ve got the dream life,” you say, gesturing off into the distance, “they can fly anywhere with their little wings… enjoying the pretty flowers… spending all day in nature… who wouldn’t want that?”

Bright wraps his arms around your stomach, resting his chin on your shoulder. He sighs deeply, pulling you closer for fear that your lofty dreams might cause you to sprout bee’s wings and fly away.

“Would I be a bee with you?” he asks you, voice muffled as he speaks into your neck.

“Mhm,” you answer, “you’d be a very handsome bee. The most handsome bee, and you’d be all mine…”

“And what would we do?”

You are silent for a moment. “We’d explore the world… sleep in a different place every night… we’d make love all the time… do bees make love?”

“We’re scientists, we could figure it out.”

You laugh. “And then, we’d talk… we’d talk a lot… about anything… like we’re doing right now… except…”

You trail off, unwilling to continue that thought, to voice the dangerous feelings you both share.

But Bright is nothing if not blunt.

“Except we wouldn’t be here,” he says, “at the Foundation.”

You tense slightly. “Yeah,” you answer after a moment’s deliberation, in a voice barely audible.

This is not the first time you have said something like this. These admissions come in the latest hours of your nighttime chats, where they can easily be stuffed into the darkness and forgotten about when morning comes. But Bright doesn’t forget. He is cursed to remember your sleepy whispers full of wistfulness as you relay half-thought-out fantasies of escaping the foundation, eloping with him, and returning to the Tennessee mountains.

Dr. Bright pulls you closer if that is even possible. “You know I love you, and I want to be with you forever.”

“Jack, don’t talk like that.”

“Why not, it’s true.”

“I know where this is going,” you say, “and I don’t want to talk about this again.”

“I think it’s worth revisiting,” Dr. Bright argues.

This isn’t the first time you two have had this conversation… about running away. It always ends badly, with you crying and hyperventilating. Bright doesn’t like seeing that happen, but you need to talk about this. You need to understand that your current situation is unsustainable, and inevitably, action will be taken against this affair.

You are not daft. You know that love, especially of the romantic variety, is not welcome at the foundation. It is not forbidden, both your and Bright’s parents were married while working here (and in Bright's case, both of his parents were foundation personnel). It is certainly discouraged, however, if not for the high risk of casualties and fates worse than death. Plus, Bright is sure of it, if the foundation knew exactly what was going on between you two, how deep it had gotten, the intensity of this affair… you would surely be separated. Communication between you two would be cut, and you would carry on with your life and eventually die, and, of course, Bright would survive, living onward for eternity, forever regretting the bit of sunshine that slipped from his fingers because he was too afraid to grab it.

You break the heavy silence with a tentative whisper. “We might not get caught by the foundation, you know. If we’re careful, we could keep this going.”

“And do what, Y/N?” Bright retorts with exasperation, sitting up to face you, “keep sneaking around, meeting in secret, lying perpetually to everyone around us for the next several decades?”

“Please, we can make it work!”

“I’m not sure if we can, Y/N.”

You huff, frustrated at Bright’s insistence. “Jack, we’re both prominent members of the foundation,” you say, “we can’t just get up and walk away, we have… we have responsibilities and people counting on us and reputations!”

“Oh, who gives a damn about reputations!” Bright exclaims, “besides, they can always replace us.”

You look down at Bright in shock. “Do you even hear yourself? What happened to the doctor who was endlessly devoted to the foundation?! Who would never have given it all up for a dream that might not come true!”

“And what happened to the girl by the river, who wanted nothing more than to live among the forests and the mountains with those she loved!”

“You don’t speak of her,” you snap, “you never knew her!”

“No, but I hear her, Y/N. I hear her in your wistful speeches, about the brother you never knew, and your talks about bees and being able to fly anywhere with me! It gets really hard to believe that you don’t want to run away too!”

“It doesn’t matter what I want! I’m not a child! I have responsibilities and people to make proud! I can’t just run away to get married! I can’t just go back to Tennessee! I can’t just do what I want!”

You finish your speech with a choked-out gasp, teetering as your raw, bitter words escape your lips. And suddenly, there is silence. Silence as the confession, as your raw desires themselves, hangs in the air between you and Dr. Bright, fully, finally, on display for you two to see.

And it is at that moment that you fully conceptualize what the foundation has taken from you, what you sacrificed in the name of a good reputation, in the name of the family, in the name of approval. You see a whole other life laid out before you, a life where you stayed at home, where your brother didn’t leave, now gone, now fading into obscurity, all in the name of the Foundation.

You don't remember standing up, but your knees give out, and harsh, violent sobs wrack your body.

“What am I doing,” you cry, “this is not where I want to be! This is not who I want to be…”

“Oh, Y/N…”

Dr. Bright falls to the floor and wraps his arms around the sobbing girl.

“You said you wanted to know what happened to that old doctor? The one who would never risk his position with the Foundation? Well, he met someone who he loved more than life itself,” Bright replies, “he met the kindest, smartest, most wonderful researcher, with whom he shared his soul. And he loves her so much that he believes she is worth the risk.”

You only cry harder at his words, burying her face deeper into his shoulder.

“Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Bright asks.

You nod into him.

“What do you want to do?” he asks softly, “don’t think about the risks, the people you’d be disappointing, or what you think is the easy way out. Just tell me what you want.”

You cry harder, clinging to Bright as your life depends on it.

“Damnit,” you sob, “I want you! I want to be with you, I want to run away with you. I want to go back to Tennessee. I want to see my brother again.”

“Okay,” Bright says, “then we’ll find a way to be together. We’ll work this out. I promise.”

“Jack, I’m scared.”

“I know, I am too.”

“What if this doesn’t work?”

“Then we can try again,” Bright says, “we’ll always figure something out. Love has a way of doing that.”

You continue to cry, a smile breaking on your face as you do so. Eventually, you settle down, and you and Bright lay back down on the bed, holding one another closely.

“I want to be a bee,” you say softly as you drift off. Bright smiles.

“I know, and you will be.”

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Out of character? Yes.

Self indulgent? Yes.

Do I care? No.

So, I think it's a good time to explain that this one-shot, along with several other of my Dr. Bright x Reader one-shots, was originally part of a larger story. The story was called Red Powder, and it was going to be this really long, slow-burn Bright/Reader fic that explored themes of forbidden love, being kind despite an overwhelming cruel environment, and valuing your needs over the expectations/desires of family members.

I first conceived the idea in January, when I was really going through some shit, and I used these characters and the themes of the narrative as a tool to vent and also to comfort myself. I ended up not writing it because I had a bigger project that I needed to finish, and although I have considered returning to Red Powder, I ultimately decided not to. The story has served its purpose, and I don’t think it would be beneficial to my mental health to return to a project that was conceived in such a raw, tumultuous time in my life.

That being said, this is probably my last of the Dr. Bright/SCP one-shots for now, but I still love this character and I do plan on returning to write for him sometime in the future.

Thank you to all who have left likes/reposts/comments on this and any other interactions on any of my other platforms. I appreciate your love for this silly little collection of one-shots, and I’m glad you all could enjoy them as much as I do!

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Hi friend! Me again. Tired of me yet? Lol

I'd like to request John Dutton meeting Thomas Rainwaters sister and falling head over boots for her even though she's a lawyer and has been helping Thomas try to take the ranch. But maybe she changes her tune when she falls for John?

Hi friend, no I'm never tired of interacting with you ❤️ Here's an early birthday present for Kevin Costner who plays John Dutton

Enemies Sister

Downing another shot of alcohol I feel the buzz shoot through my body after too many strong drinks to count. The front door of the bar opened and someone sits on the barstool beside me. Slightly turning my head I nearly dropped my full shot glass at who took the seat, John Dutton. He tips his brown cowboy hat up to see my face better in the low lighting. "Evening ma'am." The bartender gives him a beer as I try not to freak out here's sitting near me. My brother's enemy, or is he my enemy too since I'm helping my brother take his ranch. "So no hello for your competition, darlin'?" He spoke again I suppose trying to lighten the heavy silence between us.

I'd moved to Montana to help my brother build a big casino to give people a reason to come here. The catch is that he didn't expect anyone to be against his idea. Specifically one ranch owner John Dutton and all the other ranchers in this state. My brother said he needed a lawyer to help with all his documents with construction and such. That's why I am here in this bar tonight, drinking way more than I should've. This fight is stressing me out than anything I've ever faced in my career. I had to give to the Dutton's they sure as hell put up a fight. "Oh sorry how rude of me. Hi Mr. Dutton, I'm Y/n Rainwater." I stick out my hand that he actually shakes back to my suprise.

"Nice to me you Y/n. Call me John, please." His eyes stare into mine and I lightly blushed breaking my gaze from his. There's was something I couldn't ever dare tell my brother. That I find the cowboy handsome. He'd kick me out of his house if he found out. "So is there a rule that says your not aloud to go out with me for dinner or at least a ride home. Since you're a little drunk?" Whipping my head towards him I hang my mouth open stunned by his question. John wouldn't admit it out loud but he was suprised to have the question leave his lips. He'd been fighting himself for the past few weeks saying he shouldn't like you, but no matter how much he tries to deny it. His heart doesn't lie that he's falling for his enemies Sister.

Running my hands through my hair I feel my cheeks turning red once again at the very thought of maybe kissing him someday. "John, my brother can't know - he'll never speak to me again. I want to but I-" He rests his hand ontop of my right making me pause, he tilts his head towards the door slightly smirking. "Who says he has to know. We could simply date in secret Y/n. Only if you're up for that sweetheart." Climbing from my barstool I pull on my jacket pulling him to his feet suddenly. "I'll go anywhere in secret with you. Now where to cowboy?" John leaves a tip on the counter leading me to his truck, once inside he leans over his counsel in his truck kissing me.

"John..." I breathe out kissing him back slowly tasting alcohol on both our lips. He rests his forehead against mine, after removing his cowboy hat throwing it on his dashboard. "I'll take you to the stars and beyond, Y/n." Grabbing his shirt in my hands I pulled him in for another heated kiss. He immediately kissed back cupping my face in his hands and this kiss leaves us both gasping for breath. Starting the truck he reaches over intertwining my freehand with his, freehand on the steering wheel. "I never thought I'd find my second love in the arms of my family's enemies." I chuckled squeezing his hand with a giggle. He brings my hand to his lips kissing it whispering back with a grin of his very own. "Neither in a million years did I. But I'm thinking this will be an adventure."

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honeyhenry · 3 years

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Captain Confusion

A/N: Inspired by this video that makes me weep with its cuteness! I just had to write this okay 🥺🥺🥺 This is in the same universe as Homeward Bound, which happens after this story. Feel free to give it a read after this, if you haven’t already! ALSO should note that the lovely @ohmygoodie is my Sy partner in crime and without them this fic would not be made possible :)

Warning: mention of operations/hospitals, and a whole lot of fluff!

It was a simple procedure and so it hadn't worried you too much, other than the usual fears when a loved one is under the knife while in the hands of trained doctors. Sy’s hernia had been authorised for operation only five minutes into the doctor’s appointment you had all but dragged him to, and scheduled for 4 days later. Not really much time to prepare mentally, but you knew it was necessary with your big bear of a man in pain. Despite the painkillers prescribed, he was walking with a limp and groaning in bed for all the wrong reasons.

In the waiting room, you and his Ma kept busy during the 45 minute wait by looking through magazines, talking about how the Captain’s quality of life will improve, and what kind of minor jobs you’ll have him do around the house while he’s recovering as you continue to work.

“I hope the recovery isn’t as long as some people have said. I know for a fact he’ll not want to be cooped up all day. If he’s anything, he’s stubborn” you sigh, knowingly.

Ma smiles, looking at you pointedly, knowing that she is in the presence of the only other soul who knows what is best for her son. “He knows better now that his health is his wealth. He’s got a lot more riding on being well now. After all, it’s not just him he’s gotta be there for anymore.”

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours”

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement.

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.”

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him.

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.”

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit.

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-”

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

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christinesficrecs · 3 years

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A very long list of updated snowed in fic recs for @starsandmoony 💜

On my Way by Gia279 | 17.9K

Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it.

He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear.

A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.

I’ve got chills... They’re multiplying! by DropsOfAddiction | 12.3K | Explicit

Derek is literally wrapped around him, one heavy leg and one heavy arm pinning him tight to Derek‘s front.

Warm and steady breaths tickle the back of Stiles’ neck. He tries not to freak out and he wonders how he’s going to extract himself without waking Derek. He totally isn’t ready to face into this conversation.

Stiles stretches gently and Derek grumbles clutching him tighter in his sleep. Stiles tries not to yelp when Derek buries his face in the back of his neck.

Well fuck.

One Star Awake by zjofierose | 9.5K

When Stiles gets stranded in the snow one dark and snowy night, he's in real danger. Fortunately, he gets rescued by a man on a horse.

Emergency Contact by bewarethesmirk | 1.2K

“Derek here hasn’t left your side,” the nurse coos, and Derek glares at her back. “You’re so lucky to have such an adoring husband.”

snow day by kellifer_fic | 8.3K

“It’s not a big deal. It just happens when I’m… cold,” Stiles offers, scratching gingerly at his head with a claw and then grimacing at it like it’s betraying him.

“Are you serious?”

“Hey, who are you to judge, wolfman?”

Your love warms me up by Smowkie | 1.2K

“At least it’s slowing down,” Stiles said, his lips slightly blue tinted and his teeth clacking.

“Yeah,” Derek said. Stiles had his arm hooked with Derek’s, and he was stumbling a little as they walked. “Come on, keep walking, keep warm.”

“Yeah, keep walking,” Stiles agreed.

Derek didn’t like how weak he sounded.

In the Dark Midwinter, Light by rhysiana | 3.7K | Mature

Really, Derek and Stiles being sent to an empty druid's cabin to fetch a book for Deaton and then getting snowed in could have gone so, so much worse.

it doesn't have to be a snowman by triggeringthehealing (froggydarren) | 4.9K

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And now they're running a snowman building competition where the grand prize would get him an entire year's worth of drinks. Really, all he needs is a partner to team up with. Only everyone else from the pack already seems to have paired up.

three words have never come easy by the_problem_with_stardust | 1.5K | Mature

If someone had told Derek five years ago that Stiles Stilinski would be the one living in a secluded cabin in the woods, Derek never would have believed them. Even now, he had a hard time reconciling his memories of Stiles as a high schooler with the young man who preferred the quiet found amongst the trees.

Whenever he’d inquired, Stiles had just smiled that enigmatic smile, so like Deaton or Morrell, and said something about being unable to think around the bustle of town.

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“You have got to be kidding me.”

Stiles is flabbergasted. How is this even possible? Werewolves he can take. Poisonous lizard creatures, sure. Once dead, now living creepy werewolf uncles, bit of a stretch but he can roll with it. Sacrificing ancient druids that masquerade as teachers, okay fine. But this?

An honest to god abominable snowman? In Beacon Hills, California no less?

Nope.

Winter Storm Stiles by 42hrb | 2K

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Everyone had a soulmark, a special shape on their body that formed during childhood and was meant to lead each person to their soulmate.

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Abominable by Revenant | 20,277

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

stilinski v. a. snowman | tumblr ficlet

This fic was inspired by this prompt: ‘we’re stuck in a log cabin overnight during a snowstorm bc of some stupid school team building exercise and it’s freEzing and I can’t sleep and you can hear me shivering in the next bed so you pick me up and dump in your bed and good grief you are hot in every sense of the word’ au

#sterek fics #ficrecs #snowed in #winter #winter fics #snowstorms #this is so long #🤦🏻‍♀️#starsandmoony

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 3 years

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Dead Man’s Cell Phone--Chapter 2

Summary: When Emma Swan starts getting phone calls and texts from an unfamiliar number, she decides to check it out–only to discover the number belongs to a Killian Jones, who was killed in a robbery gone wrong six months ago. With some help from a medium, Merlin Emrys, Emma hopes to find out why a dead guy is contacting her–and why she feels such a strong pull to someone she has never met before.

Rating: K+

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Welcome to my entry for the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer! A big thank you to @cssns, the ladies on the Discord! Thank you also to @eastwesthomeisbest, my artist and my beta @veryverynotgood!

Other Chapters: Prologue 1 3 4 Epilogue

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"So after the phone calls, the text messages started coming," Emma said, settling into her best friend's plush sofa.

"Texts?" Mary Margaret asked curiously before taking a sip of her tea. "What kind of texts?"

It felt like Emma had known Mary Margaret forever. Both girls were placed in the system at young ages-Emma, because her parents abandoned her on the side of a road as an infant, and Mary Margaret, because her parents both died of illness. They ended up in the same group home, and quickly became the best of friends. They were closer than sisters until the day Mary Margaret was adopted by Cora Mills, and then eventually, Emma was fostered by Ruth Nolan.

Even after being placed with other families, Emma and Mary Margaret kept in touch-letters, phone calls, even the occasional visit. On one such visit, Emma's foster brother, David, was home from college, and as soon as he and Mary Margaret met, it was love at first sight.

They were so in love it was honestly a bit nauseating.

When they got married fresh out of college, Emma couldn't be happier. She'd always considered Mary Margaret her sister in all the ways that counted, and now they truly were.

There was no doubt about it - Mary Margaret Nolan was the person Emma was closest to in the entire world, and so it was only natural that when the weird stuff with the cell phone started happening, Emma decided to discuss it with her.

"Weird ones," Emma answered, taking a sip of her own hot cocoa with cinnamon. "Stuff like Help! or You're the only one who can save me!. And then some of them were even stranger. Just...random letters and symbols, almost like someone was randomly pressing buttons on a keyboard."

"So what did you do?" Mary Margaret asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa and turning toward Emma.

Emma shrugged. "I tried answering at first. You know, you hear about people who are abducted and, like, stuck in a basement for years and stuff like that. I kept thinking, what if someone really needed help and I just...ignored them?"

"And what happened when you answered?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Nothing," Emma answered before taking another sip. "No answer, just another cryptic text several hours later. Finally, I decided I'd had enough. Either someone needed help, or someone was messing with me. I decided I'd call the number, decide whether I needed to help them or tell them to go f-" She stopped, glancing over at Mary Margaret's toddler playing with blocks nearby. "Well, go do something not at all child-friendly to themselves."

"Let me guess, your call didn't get through."

"Nope," Emma confirmed, "but it was even weirder than that. I dialed the number just after receiving a text, but it went directly to voicemail."

"But that's not possible!" Mary Margaret exclaimed.

"Right?" Emma said. "So I tried to ignore the whole thing. Maybe the phone was just...I don't know..glitching or something, although I don't know how a technological glitch could make phone calls and text someone. Anyway, for some reason, I just can't let go. Even though I don't know him, somehow I feel a...connection...to this Killian Jones. I just-I don't know what to do about it."

Mary Margaret was silent for a moment, taking several sips of her steaming beverage, before turning back to Emma with a cautious look in her eyes. "There is...there is another possibility, if you have an open mind."

"Just how open are we talking?"

"Pretty open," Mary Margaret said. "What if-and just hear me out, I know this is crazy-what if Killian Jones is contacting you from beyond the grave."

"What, like a ghost?"

Mary Margaret shrugged. "I mean, I know it sounds crazy, but why not? One of the other teachers I work with was talking about this medium. His name is Merlin Emrys. Supposedly he can contact the dead and see ghosts and stuff like that."

"A medium? Seriously?" Emma asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Mary Margaret, you know those people are frauds. It's all about researching their marks ahead of time and then cold reading them. They're only in it to bleed as much cash out of vulnerable people as possible."

"I know it sounds crazy," Mary Margaret conceded, "but what if it's not? I've thought about going to him myself. If I could just talk to my parents one more time-make sure they're okay, make sure they've moved on, or whatever happens after someone dies. Well, it would provide a lot of comfort."

Emma's heart turned over, and she took her friend's hand. She knew how much Mary Margaret missed her parents. It was different for Emma. She'd never known her parents, only knew they'd tossed her out like garbage. She wasn't sure she even wanted to find them.

"I know you miss them," Emma said.

"I do," Mary Margaret said, "but that's not the point. The point is...what do you have to lose? Maybe this Merlin is just a quack like you said, but maybe not. Maybe he could be the key to unravelling the whole mystery."

Emma was silent for a moment. It was crazy; she knew it was. A medium wasn't going to give her the answers she needed if all her bail bonds tricks had failed her, but what the hell?

"Fine. I'll go see Merlin," Emma caved.

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Emma's eyebrows rose as she took in the small, ranch-style house Mary Margaret had directed her to. She was skeptical before seeing the place, but now-now red flags were going up everywhere.

There was a huge, gaudy sign out front that read "Merlin, the great and powerful. Wizard of the unknown and medium of the great beyond." The sign-indeed the entire front of the house-was decorated with all kinds of astrological signs and symbols.

Was this guy even for real?

Emma seriously considered turning around and getting back in her car, but she'd promised Mary Margaret she'd at least check this Merlin out and give him a chance, and Emma was a woman of her word. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A moment later, an older man with longish, thinning gray hair and a rather unkempt gray beard opened the door. He was wearing long robes. Really playing the part, apparently.

"Merlin Emrys, I presume?" Emma asked as the man welcomed her inside with a sweep of his hand.

The man chuckled. "I'm afraid not. I'm merely his apprentice. Who might I tell Merlin is calling?"

Emma cocked an eyebrow. "You mean your all powerful boss didn't see me coming with his second sight or whatever?"

Emma stepped inside and the apprentice shut the door after her. "My master isn't clairvoyant. He merely has the ability to speak with the dead."

"Right," Emma said, not even trying to tamp down the skepticism in her voice. "I'm Emma Swan, and I'm here to-"

He stopped her with a raised hand. "Don't say too much. Merlin does not wish to be influenced by his clients. He wishes to sense the energy around you for himself."

Emma shrugged. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright," the apprentice said, moving toward large drapes at the far end of the room. "I'll be just a moment. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Emma looked around the room while she waited, and it took everything in her to keep from rolling her eyes. This guy was really playing up the whole "psychic" thing. It felt like she was in some sort of fortune teller carnival tent. All the signs and symbols. This guy even had a crystal ball. An actual crystal ball.

This trip was a massive waste of her time, but maybe it would at least prove to be entertaining.

"Emma Swan, welcome!"

Emma looked up at the handsome black man who made his way through the curtains. He was dressed in much the same way as his apprentice, only he wore a sorcerer's pointy hat on his head.

"Uh, thanks," Emma said, stepping forward and offering her hand. "Full disclosure. I'm more than a little bit of a skeptic, so if this is one of those 'it can only work if you truly believe' deals, we might have a problem."

"My gift can withstand the doubts of the skeptic," he chuckled before reaching out and taking her hand.

No sooner had his hand touched hers than he gasped, taking a step back, eyes going wide. "Would you-would you care to follow me back to my private sitting room, Miss Swan? It's far more comfortable back there."

Emma cocked a brow again, wondering what this odd man was on about. Still, she didn't sense any overt deception in him, and he didn't seem to be any threat to her, so she shrugged before following him through the curtains.

This backroom was far more ordinary than the room they'd just inhabited. Emma took a plush armchair, and Merlin sat on a sofa across from her.

Merlin pulled off his hat and sat it beside him. "I apologize for all the theatrics, Miss Swan," he said, reaching for a pot of tea and then raising an eyebrow in question. Emma declined the beverage with a small shake of her head, and Merlin proceeded to pour himself a cup. "I attempt to play up to what most clients expect from a psychic. Unfortunately, most poor souls who come to see me are out of luck. The loved one they wish to contact has passed on. For most, all I can do amounts to smoke and mirrors. I could tell the moment I shook your hand that you were different."

Emma inwardly scoffed. She knew enough about cons not to be fooled by a clever con man. Made sense he'd use a different tactic with a skeptic than he would with some poor, grief-stricken sap who was a true believer.

"No offense, but I still think you're full of crap," she said.

Merlin smiled. "It seems those with the most energy surrounding them always do."

"So, what?" Emma asked. "Are there ghosts all around me or something?"

"There are a few spirits here with us today," Merlin confirmed. "There's one who's quite insistent. It's a man; looks as though he died rather young. I don't sense he's family, but you were close. Maybe coworkers? Perhaps friends?"

Emma took a deep breath, a face coming to mind. Surely he couldn't mean-

"I'm getting a G in the name," Merlin said slowly. "Greg or Gray….no. Graham."

Emma's heart turned over. Graham. Sweet, slightly dorky Graham Humbert. They'd worked together on more than a few cases, and they'd become good friends.

In fact, they'd been teetering on the precipice of possibly becoming more than friends when he died suddenly.

"How did you know to mention Graham? How did you know that name would get the biggest rise out of me?" Emma demanded, voice hard.

"I don't choose the spirits who come to me," Merlin explained calmly, "I merely give them a voice. Graham is pleased to see you again. He's glad you're doing well."

The anger came then, spurred on by the pain the memory of Graham's death brought back. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"He died quite suddenly, didn't he?" Merlin asked, ignoring her question. "I'm feeling a tightness in my chest. Something with his heart?"

"Heart attack," Emma confirmed tightly. "He had a heart attack right in front of me and died in my arms."

"He's sorry, so very sorry you had to go through that," Merlin said, putting a comforting hand on her arm. "He never wanted to be a source of pain for you."

Emma felt the tears at the back of her eyes and had to take a deep breath to keep them from falling. "Yeah, well, he didn't exactly have a say in the matter. Look, I don't know how you knew to bring up Graham, but I'm still not buying it."

"He apologizes he couldn't bring you a bear claw today," Merlin continued with a smile. "Oh, and he asks if you remember the day he thought he saw a wolf. He wants you to know he wasn't drunk. It really was there-in spirit at least."

Emma gasped, remembering the night she and Graham had gone to the Rabbit Hole for a drink after a long shift and Graham swore he spotted a big, gray wolf right there on the main street of town. Emma had made fun of him for that, telling him he'd clearly imbibed a bit too much that night. There's no way Merlin could have known about that incident. He couldn't have found it in any newspaper or online article about Graham's death.

Was it...was it possible this guy was the real deal?

"Okay, I admit, it's weird you'd bring that up," Emma said. "Let's say I believe you, can you ask Graham if he's okay? If he, like, moved on or whatever?"

"You just asked him," Merlin said. "He's here with us and can hear you. He wants to tell you that he is okay. He's more than okay; he's happy. He's moved on, and he's at peace, more than he could have ever thought possible."

Emma smiled, feeling comfort at the thought.

"There's someone else here with us as well," Merlin said. "Another male presence, but I don't believe you know this one. This one seems angry, desperate."

"Um...should we be scared?" Emma asked.

Merlin shook his head. "He doesn't mean us harm, only wants his story told. He's too indistinguishable to speak now, but I sense he'll be accompanying us on our journey today as well."

Wonderful. An angry, desperate ghost guide. Just fantastic.

"So, Emma," Merlin said, after a moment, "what brings you to me tonight?"

Emma pulled out her phone and laid out the entire story for Merlin. She told him about the calls, the texts, everything. Merlin took her phone in hand and gasped as soon as it touched his hand.

"There is a huge amount of energy here," he said. "There's no doubt a spirit has attached itself to you-or at least your phone."

Emma felt a chill. "My phone is haunted?"

"Not precisely," Merlin murmured, turning the device over in his hand. "Someone wishes to get your attention; wishes for you to help him, but there's something odd here, something I can't quite place."

"What do you mean?"

"The spirit is...indistinct," Merlin said, "hazy and just beyond my reach. I've never experienced anything like this."

Emma waited, her curiosity more than piqued at Merlin's odd reaction to her cell phone.

After a moment, Merlin's eyes widened. "Your friend Graham cleared up the mystery for me."

"What?" Emma asked. "What does Graham say is going on?"

"The reason I can't get a clear read on the spirit attached to your phone-this Killian Jones-is, well, because he's not dead."

Notes:

-So there you have it. For those of you who have wondered how this story could possibly have a happy ending since Killian is dead-this is how. He's not actually dead!

-Up next: With Merlin's help, Emma finds out how this is all possible-and she finds the not-dead Killian Jones.

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#cssns21 #captain swan supernatural summer #my franfiction #cs ghost story au #dead man's cell phone

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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Nice to Meet You

Charles Smith x [OC] Kate Winchester (or female reader)

This is my first RDR2 writing. I've had this swimming around in my head for awhile now, and this is one my favorite ships 😁😁💕💕. This is pretty much one of the ways I would have Kate and Charles meet. My writing requests are closed for now, but I'll save your request in my queue.

Warnings: None, maybe some slight language but thats normal for my writings. Awkward Kate/Y/n? 😅😂

A/N: Feel free to insert yourself as my OC as you read on. 😁😊

Photo of Charles isn't mine

Camping out near the Hanging Dog Ranch in Big Valley, West Elizabeth. The lavender field is such a beautiful place to set up camp, its even more beautiful with the snowy mountains from the West Grizzlies of Ambarino.

Kate always had this connection with nature. This spot is great for star gazing, and sometimes hunting. She normally didn't like hunting unless it was really necessary, such as for food, or to make a few dollars to sell some pelts for food. Being a naturalist can be difficult sometimes. You study animals, but sometimes cravings kick in, and you sometimes gotta hunt animals for food. Saloon food doesn't do it sometimes, so you gotta cook your own food.

Camping can be dangerous, even by yourself and especially if you're a woman, but for Kate she's a natural and somewhat of a veteran at camping alone, especially for her size. Being 5'4 and very easy to miss, especially when sitting or laying down, but that's why she has her guard dog Haley watching over the campsite while she's away. She's a good dog, German Shepard.

She's just relaxing, drinking some coffee as the cold West Elizabeth breeze blows past her, and that's when something startles her Missouri Fox Trotter, Lily. She somehow manages to unhitch herself, and takes off running into the wooded area nearby.

"Lily!" she exclaims dropping her cup of hot coffee to chase her horse. "Lily come back!". She sprints after her.

[Charles POV]. Normally he doesn't go this far from the gangs camp, but sometimes a good ride is good to clear your head. The areas around Strawberry is good for hunting. Getting away from the gang even for couple hours or a couple days can be a good thing.

Charles sets up his camp near the Black Bone Forest, not far from where Kate is set up, but of course he doesn't know this. Fixing up the fire as the evening sun is less than an hour away from setting. Warming up his hands as the cold weather starts to pick up, and night time will be arriving soon.

As he warms up his hands, he hears the voice of a woman calling out for someone, sounding distant but very close. He continues to warm up by the fire then a black, white tovero horse with saddle, and everything on, trots by looking a bit agitated. Putting two and two together, he figures it belongs to the woman calling out for it.

He gets up from his spot near the fire, and slowly approaches it, not wanting to startle or scare it away.

[Kate's POV]. "Lily!" she shouts, the tracks her horse had left now fading. Feeling like hours since she's been tracking her down. Normally she's really good at tracking animals, but it's close to night time and she left her lantern at her campsite. As well as her dog, hoping she doesn't get attacked by wolves, bears or cougars.

"Fuck" she sighs, "Lily!". She whistles for her, waiting for the whinny and heavy hooves of her horse, but to no avail. No sign of her. Not realizing she had chased her down a little too far. Kate is now nowhere near her campsite and is now in an area where there are dangerous predators lurking in the dark somewhat terrifying forests.

[Charles POV].

"Hey there girl" he says softly to the horse. She whinnys softly at him, digging her hoove into the dirty, not sure who he is. He continues to slowly approach her, when he gets to arms reach of her, he calms her down. "You're okay girl".

[No POV]. Patting her, Lily then calms down. He guides her towards his campsite, hitching her near Taima. 10 minutes had passed, "Lily!" the voice of the horse's owner echoes through the trees, followed by footsteps not far from Charles campsite. After another few minutes, a woman comes into view.

Charles sees her walk into view of his camp, "Ma'am is this your horse?" he asks. Relieved to see her horse is alive and well. Kate lets out a sigh of relief, "Oh fuck. Oh my God. Yes, thank you so much sir. I don't know what she saw, she just took off from her hitching spot". She unhitches her horse from the spot.

"I can escort you back to your camp" he tells her, knowing that this is O'Driscolls and Skinner brothers country. "Oh no its fine but thank you for the offer. I don't want to be a burden" she tells him.

"I insist" he tells her, "Its dark, and I don't want you to get attacked. This is a O'Driscolls and Skinner brothers area".

"Are you sure? My campsite isn't set up far" she asks, "I hope it isn't trouble?". This little lady can easily get attacked by any bandits and robbers. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't escort her, and made sure she was safe.

"I'm sure. I don't want you to get hurt" he tells her.

"Well if you insist then thank you sir". she tells him. She mounts Lily, and Charles mounts Taima. "I'm set up at the lavender field. Near the Hanging Dog Ranch" she informs him.

"Near the O'Driscolls hideout?" he asks, looking at her with a look of concern.

"There's no one at the hideout. I checked it out earlier, its empty". she replies. He escorts her to her campsite which is less than a 10 minute ride.

As they're riding, Charles gets a better glimpse at Kate's face. He knows he's seen her before but he's not sure when and where though, she's very beautiful, and also very small, short but height and size isn't really important to him. He knows she can probably hold herself in fight, but he wants to be a gentleman, and guide her to her camp.

When they reach her campsite, her dog greets with a bark of excitement and tail wagging. Kate hitches Lily. Charles gets off his horse. "Have I seen you before?" he asks her, "I feel like I've seen you before".

Kate did recognize him, but like him, she wasn't 100% sure. Getting a better look at his face and other features from the fire and a bit of light from the moonlight. He's most likely half African American and Native, he's also very handsome. "Outside the Smithfield Saloon in Valentine" she tells him, "I believe one of your friends got into a fight with Big Tommy".

He lets out a soft chuckle, and a slight smirk "I thought so. That was Arthur".

"And also in the Heartlands" she tells him, "Well you didn't see me, but I saw you with that same man... Arthur, who fought Tommy. I was studying bison, and you two were riding by. I recognized you".

"Studying bison?" he asks, intrigued by her response.

"I'm a naturalist. I study animals, and wildlife. I'm also a herbalist". she tells him, "I usual camp by myself to clear my head... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name".

"I'm Charles" he introduces himself.

"I'm Kate. It's finally nice to meet you" she was always terrible at introducing herself because she's very awkward, "But yeah, I study animals. Bison, Buffalo, cattle in general, I find very interesting... Sorry I'm just rambling on about my interests". She chuckles nervously.

"No worries. It's fine" he tells her, giving her a soft smile. Finding this woman very interesting and very attractive, also getting this strange feeling in his stomach that he has never ever gotten before, "I should be getting back to my camp now. Have I nice night, Kate".

"You too Charles, and thank you for the escort" thanking him with a smile. He hitches his horse and rides back to his camp. The whole time Kate was on his mind, even when he would try to sleep. Just something about her, her interests, and her demeanor. How sweet and down to Earth she is.

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