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ratquesadilla · 2 years

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just tell me you love me, cause that’s all i need to hear (prologue)

pairing: rhett abbott x oc

word count: 1633

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42427557/chapters/106551282

girl meets boy, girl falls for boy. boy falls for girl?

chapter 1 - series masterlist - full masterlist

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wabang, wyoming. my father had grown up here, met my mother here, and now i was being shipped off to the asshole of america against my will. i deserved it, i could at least admit that. breaking traci stafford’s nose, which she deserved, was the nail in the coffin for my father. being a single parent was hard, but a single parent to a daughter that had been acting out near daily for the last month was like a death sentence. my vacation, if you could even call it that, was his solution to my growing instability. my godfather had a ranch and my father had a daughter that desperately needed discipline, so here i was.

dry, smelly, and beige were the first things that came to mind when i exited the small airport. the bright sun hit my eyes, a shocking change from the fluorescents i’d been under for the last couple of hours, and i was immediately hit with disappointment; the abbott’s were late. starting off with a bang, i thought, dropping my bags on the bench closest to the doors and sitting down, pulling my headphones over my ears and pressing play on the first album that popped up on my screen.

my angsty bullshit was interrupted by someone calling my name.

“hazel dawson, as i live and breathe.”

“royal.” i replied, “nice to see you.”

“cut the crap, last time i saw you you were still a baby. you don’t need to flatter me.”

“yeah well i’m stuck with you for god knows how long so i might as well stay on your good side.”

“get in the car.” he said, suppressing a smile, “we’ve got a long drive ahead and you need to start on the ranch as soon as possible.” i picked up my bags and began hauling them into the back of royal’s truck. my father had told me stories of him and royal’s hijinks over the years, but this was the first time i was actually meeting my dads best friend. if i wasn’t so pissed off i’d probably be in shock. this was the man responsible for matchmaking my parents. he was indirectly responsible for my entire existence.

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royal wasn’t joking, the drive was long. we’d left the airport around midday and arrived at the abbott ranch well after sundown. there was no welcome party, or a crowd of people waiting to greet me at the door, but there was dinner in the kitchen and a room ready for me. i wasn’t picky, at this point i was glad to have anything that wasn’t an uncomfortable, poorly cushioned, seat to sit in. cecilia began reheating leftovers, and i left to bring my things upstairs. i dragged the duffel bags up the staircase, trying my best to make as little noise as possible. the last thing i wanted to be was a nuisance, waking everyone up in the middle of the night.

there was a boy standing in the doorway on the second floor landing, parallel to the stairs. a very, very, handsome boy. his sweatpants sat inches below his navel, a trail of hair leading to his belly button, and his hair was damp- but not damp enough to prevent a couple of drops from sliding off the strand of hair that hovered in front of his forehead. there was a fresh bruise on the left side of chest. it was slightly crescent shaped; almost like he’d been struck by a piece of the moon.

“hey.” he said, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe.

“hey yourself.” i said.

“thought you were getting in later.”

“yeah well if i hit every expectation on the head i wouldn’t be here in the first place.” i joked. “i’m hazel by the way.”

“rhett.” he said, waving his hand in a quick hello.

“what happened to your tits, rhett.” i questioned, nudging my nose towards his bruise.

“bull riding.” he replied. “nothing i can’t handle.” we stared at each other for a moment, neither of us saying anything. he looked at me like i was an alien, and i looked at him like he was a god in his human form.

“i’ll see you later.” i said, breaking the silence and beginning towards my room at the end of the hall. my cheeks were burning red, and my heart was beating out of my chest. there was something about rhett that none of the boys i was used to had.

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i woke up to royal standing above me. the clock on my bedside table reading 7:00. “get up, we’ve got a long day ahead of us.” he said, “be downstairs in 10.” sliding out of bed and into my jeans, i looked out the window. the sun was right above the mountain, she’d been awake far longer than me; her presence almost mocking my reluctancy to get out of bed. everyone was around the table when i got downstairs, trying their best not to stare but i saw through it. my eyes were drawn to rhett almost immediately but i quickly turned my attention towards the blonde women across from him. she stood from her chair and began walking towards me.

“i’m rebecca.” she said, pulling me into a hug. “it’s nice to have another girl around here.”

“hazel.” i replied, breaking the hug and sitting in the empty chair across from the only man who’s name i didn’t know.

“this is my husband perry.” rebecca said, point to the man sitting next to her. “you’ll have to excuse him he’s a little shy.” i extended my arm across the table, he reciprocated and shook my hand.

“we can get the introductions over with later.” royal stated, passing me a box of cereal. “no more dilly-dallying we have work to do.”

the conversation around the table stayed brief, my presence had obviously disrupted business around here, and i stayed silent. i stared at the edge of the table, afraid to look up and seeing everyone staring at me again and wishing i could melt into a puddle on the floor. i fidgeted with my fingers, and tapped the tip of my converse against the bottom of my other shoe. i picked at my cuticles and shook my leg until it went numb. everyone else was wearing boots, had cowboy hats. they looked like they belonged. i stuck out like a sore thumb, and i hated it. i wanted to disappear.

“hazel.” a voice behind me said. “get up were going to the barn.” i turned around and saw royal rinsing his bowl in the sink, diverting my anxious attention to my arms. beginning to scratch at one spot, slowly wearing the skin down, and walking towards the door.

royal stopped me before we entered the barn. “before we go in there i need you to know something.” he said, grabbing my shoulders and turning me towards him. “since you ain’t one of my boys i’ve only got one rule for you, tell me the truth no matter what. you do that for me and swear on my momma that i will never keep a secret from you. i will tell you the truth, always. but only if you do the same. you understand?”

“yeah.” i nodded, “i promise, swear on my momma.”

the stables smelled like shit. the suffocating summer heat didn’t help.

“this here’s your horse.” royal said, point to the black animal beside him. she shook her head, letting her ink black mane jump off her neck. i stared at her dark eyes, reminding me of a black hole, trying to understand her more. she had hay stuck in her tail, and dirt staining the white on her legs. it was like she was wearing socks, and her hooves were the shoes. i let go of my arm, ceasing the obsessive skin picking, and brought my hand to her face. carefully cupping her cheek and bring my face closer to hers.

“you’re beautiful.” i whispered, maintaining eye contact with her, and she blinked her eyes. almost like she was letting me know that she could understand what i was saying. “is she really mine?” i asked, turning to face royal.

“sure is.” he said. “you know how to ride?”

“i’ve got a vague understanding of how it works.” i replied. “the only thing i can’t do is saddle her myself.”

“i’ll get rhett in here to teach you, he’s always been the best at that.” royal stated, walking towards the barn doors. “hang tight i’ll only be a minute.”

the youngest abbott entered the barn and lead me to the back room. pointing me towards which saddle was mine, and where i could fine any horse care tools i could possibly need. he showed me how to attach every strap, and how tight to make everything so the horse would be comfortable but it’s rider would be safe. he wrapped his arms around me and maneuvered my hands as if they were his. “muscle memory.” he said, “you’ll be a natural in no time.”

in that moment we were the only people on earth, existing only for each other. the grudge i held against my father for sending me to this ranch crumbled, and my distaste for this state faded away. the wyoming summer heat was replaced by the warmth radiating off of him, and the eye watering smell that radiated from every corner of the barn was no longer there. in it’s place was the overwhelming smell of grass after a rainstorm. it was fresh and dirty at the same time. like he’d just taken a shower and stood next to a pile of soil so long that the smell stuck to his skin.

and in that moment i fell in love.

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lunarhobbits · 1 year

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using the tiermakers made by @americangirlstar and coming up with some interesting metrics for how the girls' collections are distributed. Samantha has the biggest one, despite currently being cubed (T_T), with Molly as a close second, partially due to all the reprints and re-releases she's had. Poor Claudie has the smallest collection by far.

even MORE info/observations under the cut:

i accidentally put caroline's cow under outfits instead of accessories, o o p s

Rebecca's last category is supposed to say "Somehow both clothes and furniture/accessories" - Rebecca's Costume Chest and Rebecca's School Play Set were both available at one point or another with the furniture/accessories as separate components and at a different point bundled together like in the pictures, and her Seashore Set always came with the chair.

NOT adjusted for reprints, re-releases, revamps that change the accessories (i.e. Addy's Kite-Flying Outfit/Flower-Picking Outfit aka Dress and Bouquet/Blue Dress, which are all the same dress but with different accessories) or adjustments under the same name (i.e. the four variations of Molly's dog Bennett)

best friends and their collections are grouped with the main historicals

some of these were kind of hard to determine what was "furniture" vs "accessories", so my general rule of thumb was:

Dolls: if what you purchased would include the doll itself, as well as mini dolls

Outfits: clothes for the doll - had to be composed of at least either a full body outfit OR shirt/pants - shoes/socks/hats/ribbons/etc that came with them are included

Accessories: shoes/socks/hats/ribbons/etc that needed to be purchased SEPARATELY from the doll or an outfit (i.e. Samantha's Elegant Hat and Muff was sold separately from her Plaid Cape and Gaiters despite always being pictured together) OR small handheld items, such as dolls for the dolls and other toys OR pets, as they're clearly meant to compliment the collection.

Furniture: obviously things like tables and chairs, but also big items like trunks or playsets, and small items, like table settings. basically if it could qualify as a household furnishing, it would go here.

Girls + Misc: Clothes or other accessories, life-sized edition.

Books + Misc: books, puzzles, games, you name it, as long as it's printed and for humans to use

??????: stuff that didn't fit anywhere OR i couldn't tell what it was

I couldn't decide where some items belonged - the horses are big and expensive enough that they should qualify as furniture, but theyre yknow. animals. which were all going in accessories otherwise, since they're clearly part of a collection complementing the doll and not just a standalone item.

The funniest case of this is probably Felicty's sister Polly, who could reasonably be categorized as either of those (comes with cradle, which is household furnishings; is clearly meant to compliment Felicity's collection, like the pets) OR a doll (cause she. is one.)

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