#about to be a fence rider after both of their takes

[inconvenienceismylife]

Ryan… I think you missed the point of Bucky’s character

#I prescribe Ryan a rewatch of the Captain America series plus FATWS #man was literally traumatized and hated what he did as the winter soldier #it’s like he didn’t actually watch FATWS #about to be a fence rider after both of their takes #yes I am a Bucky stan #tumblr top 5 #sambucky #stucky #bucky barnes #bad take Ryan

[thedevilspearl]

➛ the good, the bad and the bratty

a/n: here it is!!! cowboy!diavolo surprised me because he was voted least out of the top three yet i found myself loving him so much that i couldn’t stop writing and it turned into a whole fic haha check out the other cowboys here!

tags: 2.0k words, cowboy!diavolo x female reader, bondage, spanking, brat taming, breeding kink, mild exhibitionism. minors do not interact!

diavolo had a busy morning rounding up the sheep that slipped through the fence during the night. he crept out of bed without waking you, leaving you with warm blankets and a kiss to your cheeks as he pulled on his jeans and shirt.

you’re an expert rider, better than him although he won’t admit it — stubborn cowboys never do no matter how sweet they are.

but not waking you up to catch the sheep with him wasn’t due to his pride but rather the fact that you were up all night riding something else entirely.

he had you slamming up and down on his cock for hours, grinding on him until you both passed out. his cock throbs at the memories and he adjusts his crotch in his tight jeans before fastening his belt.

diavolo sighs, wishing he could spend the morning walking the perimeter of the ranch on horseback with you beside him, but you tired yourself out last night. you deserve rest. and on top of that, he can only imagine how sore your pussy must be.

he’d be the devil if he asked you to sit on a saddle before fully recovering.

so at dawn, he ventures onto his land and mounts his horse to chase after the escaped sheep. it takes hours, but once rounded up, he works on fixing the fence and then checking on the cattle.

it isn’t until long after noon when he spots you coming down to the barn.

“hey, sweetie,” you mutter with a kiss to his lips. “why didn’t you wake me?”

you smirk at his eyes widening from your appearance. it’s a hot day so you opted for one of his flannels and a pair of cowboy boots. his shirt is baggy enough to cover you, but the only thing on his mind is whether or not you’re wearing anything under his shirt.

“thought ya needed some rest after last night,” he teases. “you worked so hard.”

“well, you work hard every day looking after the ranch.”

he chuckles lowly and you find yourself warming up at the sound.

“so, what’s the plan for the day?”

diavolo is about to tell you he did most of the work and the only thing you should be doing is resting, but his inconveniently friendly neighbours interrupt him.

“hey!” mammon calls with beelzebub following behind him. “you got hay?”

“what happened to yours?” dia quips.

“found mould in ‘em. can’t use it anymore.”

both cowboys tip their hats in your direction as greeting.

“mornin’, boys.” you beam.

“afternoon,” beel corrects you. “but i assume it’s morning for you.”

they both grin and wink at diavolo, knowing exactly what happened last night given your attire. and diavolo hates them for thinking about you like that.

“why don’t ya head back to the house?” diavolo leans in and suggests. “get something to eat.”

you know he means to say go put on some clothes. or at least stay away from these guys while you’re dressed like that. jealousy rises from his body and you read him easily.

perhaps it’s the exhaustion from last night, or maybe it’s due to the heat, but your brain is frazzled enough to make you want to disobey his request and piss him off. for some reason, making him more jealous sounds like a good idea.

“i already had breakfast.” you say and hop onto a pile of hay, crossing your legs so no one can peek up the little clothing you have on.

dia stares at you starstruck, silenced by your boldness. and the other two cowboys suffocate in the growing tension. beel’s eye’s wander around the room nervously, not landing on anything specific. and mammon lets out a long whistle.

“so….” he clicks his tongue. “the hay?”

“there’s more round back.” diavolo says without tearing his stern eyes from you. you cower under his gaze, knowing you may have gone too far.

when mammon and beel disappear behind the stable, you hop down from your pile of hay. you thought it would be hot to tease him in front of the others but it turned out awkward so you wander back to the house. but diavolo grabs you before you can make it two paces out of the door.

“what?” you ask with feigned innocence.

“you know what.”

“i don’t.”

he scoffs.

“are ya wearing anything under that?” he asks, and your silence is his answer.

he rips open your shirt, his shirt, and buttons go flying in all direction to reveal your naked body. your tits sit freely and your bare pussy was only inches away from being exposed if the shirt was lifted high enough.

and yet, you jumped on that pile of hay without a care in the world, without caring if his neighbours saw what only he is allowed to see. and it angers him in ways it shouldn’t.

“dia!” you push him away, but he doesn’t let go of the shirt and because of its huge size, it slips off your frame too easily.

the cowboy is stunned for a second, but he gulps and tips his hat in your direction, admiring your glowing body in the sunlight.

he was ready to scold you for acting so scantily in front of his friends, but instead of listening to logic, he listens to his cock. despite the hours and hours of fucking you did last night, it aches for more.

and what turns him on to a point of no return is your god damned boldness, not even trying to hide your perky breasts or pretty pussy. your stand before him with confidence he can only admire.

mammon and beel are minutes away from walking in on you wearing nothing but a pair of cowboy boots and diavolo feels inclined to teach you a lesson.

you would dare to be seen naked by anyone other than diavolo?

not on his watch.

your brattiness knows no bounds but you’ve certainly got him in the mood to tame it. to teach you that no one else is allowed to see your pretty, perfect body.

he very rarely uses the lasso he carries on his hip, but all of a sudden he feels inspired to use it.

“c’mere.”

you ignore him, drifting away further without looking back and acknowledging him. if you step outside any further, there’d be no doubt the others would see you.

“don’t ignore me. i told ya to c’mere.”

you turn around with sass, standing with your hand on your hip. “or what?” you follow his hand down to where it grazes against his loop of rope and your heart beats faster, and your pussy throbs.

“don’t make me use this on ya, sweetheart.”

you swallow thickly, feeling your body burn. the thought of him tying you up is provocative, but using his lasso on you?

it’s unexpectedly the sexiest thing you’ve ever imagined.

and he knows it too.

“you like the sound of that?” he smirks and takes big steps towards you. “i’m sick of ya acting like a brat, ‘specially in front of other guys. how about i teach my little cowgirl a lesson, hm?”

you bite your lips and he hovers above you, eyes raking all over your form.

“want me to tie you up and teach you a lesson, baby?”

you nod eagerly but maintain the daring brattiness in your glare.

“i want ya to say it, sweetheart.”

“yes,” you yip, a little too excitedly. “use it on me. tie me up and fuck me good, dia.”

your heart flutters as the corner of his lip twitches upwards, and your pussy clenches as diavolo moves swiftly. he spins you around grabs both of your wrists in one of his hands, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. and with his other, he loosens his lasso before looping it around your wrists and pulling.

he then works some skilful magic to have your elbows touching together and the rope lacing around the length of your forearms.

it’s tight enough for you to be unable to fight against it. not that you’d want to.

your bound wrists rest on your lower back and he pulls you back into the barn, slamming the door behind him.

“what a fucking brat i’ve got,” he growls and bends you over on the pile of hay you were previously displaying yourself on. “wants to get fucked like an animal, huh?”

“yes, dia,” you moan. “wanna get fucked so good.”

you wiggle your ass in front of his crotch which earns a harsh slap on it. and then another.

“best be quiet or those assholes are gonna hear ya.”

you moan louder and lewder when he slaps your ass a third time.

“or don’t.”

diavolo wastes no more time in loosening his belt and pulling his cock from his jeans. it throbbed and ached all morning and now he can finally relieve himself by putting you in your place.

he grabs you by the rope, pulling you upright and pressing your ass against him. 

“fucking brat,” he grunts rubbing against you. “was last night not enough, huh? greedy pussy’s got you acting up like a slut.”

you whine loudly, defiant against his words. his large hand lands on your ass again, causing you to yelp and your whole body to jolt from the impact. writhing to free yourself from the rope is a fruitless attempt, but diavolo enjoys the sight of you struggling.

“use your hands.” he orders.

you could ignore him, piss him off even more. but your pussy is so fucking desperate to be filled and battered by his huge cock that your brattiness slowly fades away and you follow his orders quickly.

it’s difficult to move in the position you’re in but with the little freedom your bound hands have, you arch into him and stroke his huge cock. “fuck, dia. you’re so big. want it in me so bad.”

“patience, brat,” he mutters and runs his hands up and down your body, squeezing your tits with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. “gotta wait for them to come back.”

arousal leaks from your pussy and you continue jerking him off until the familiar footsteps in the gravel grow louder, and dia takes it as his signal to push you down on the hay again and slam his cock into your soaking pussy.

“fuck!” you scream as your pussy welcomes him in greedily. “dia!”

“you like that, huh? you like my cock?”

“yes, i love it!” you moan loudly, gasping for air against the hay. “i love your cock.”

“that’s right.”

he continues hitting you with thrust after thrust of his hips, the sound reverberating through the wooden walls of the barn. it may be muffled from the outside, but there is no doubt the others can’t hear you.

your pussy is still sensitive from last night, but more than eager to please diavolo’s cock as he drills your hole, slamming against all the right places. “ah! fuck, dia, i’m gonna cum!”

“you’re gonna cum? your bratty pussy’s gonna cum all over my cock?”

“yes!”

“fuck,” he gasps. “want me to cum in your pussy, hm? fill it up ’til ya can’t take no more?”

“yes! dia, please!”

“gonna fuckin’ breed ya.”

“do it, dia! do it!”

“gonna knock ya up, show ‘em all how good i fucked ya!” he groans. “gonna teach my brat a lesson and knock her up.”

your cries turn into fully incomprehensible moans, but he knows you want it as much as he does. you want him to mark your body in ways it’s never been marked before and claim you as his forever.

so while you babble away, you both rock against the hay with hot, sticky bodies and there’s nothing but steamy air and filthy words between you.

before you know it, your orgasm washes over you and your pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to spurt ropes of his cum into your pussy.

your pussy tightens, causing him to spurt ropes of cum into your pussy as you scream in delight; your orgasms instils pure bliss into your body, as it does to dia who lets out an animalistic growl as he fucks you both through the high.

“who fuckin’ owns this pussy?”

“you do! you own it, dia.” you mumble, barely able to form words with how much you’re moaning. “you own my pussy. you own me.”

“that’s right,” he grunts. “i fuckin’ own ya.”

with one last rut, he stills deep groan and leans over, panting above you and pressing soft along your shoulder as you gasp for air.

“your mine, brat.”

#♡ pearl’s writing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me smut #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo smut #diavolo smut #diavolo x reader

[naffeclipse]

Have you considered writing a cowboy DCA au? Or a vampire AU?

I have ideas for both! I mention my Vampire AU in my Laundry List of AUs Post, but I haven't talked about a Cowboy AU yet!

For my cowboy AU, Y/N owns a prairie house and a small patch of land out in the wild west. You work hard and make do even though you're falling behind on payments and falling deeper into debt and danger of the bank taking your property back. It's a tough life. You know that.

Nothing exciting happens around here until one day you see a figure riding in from the distance. An animatronic on a horse. You're a bit weary of strangers, especially out here, where cattle rustlers and outlaws are aplenty, so you greet the rider with a shotgun. He's all smiles and hand waves, his sun rays partly hidden underneath his hat. There's a shiny pistol in the holster on his belt and a rifle hanging off his back. A large bag is strapped to the saddle. He's careful to not reach for something he shouldn't, and you let him dismount to talk to you, lowering your weapon.

He reassures you he means no trouble and that he just needs shelter for the night, if you don't mind. He's more than willing to offer a helping hand in exchange. He's a talker, sweet and charming, and you're not in a position to refuse extra farm help. You put him to work. He does it all without complaint which you appreciate.

There's a moment when you take a break from the back-breaking work to lie down in the field, staring up at the sky. Your eyes end up closing. You feel a gentle shadow over you. When you look up, Sun is there, casting blissfully cool shade and asking if it's alright for him to stand here. You tell him it's just fine. You ask him if there's any worry of him overheating. He says no, but thank you kindly for the concern.

Later, when you check in the barn, you notice that the large bag that was on his horse is now gone.

You don't want any trouble.

At sundown, when you call for him to come inside, you're greeted with a different animatronic, still smiling and soothing and promising that it's the same cowboy, please put the shotgun down. You've never met an animatronic like him. Sun. Moon. You let him come inside.

You spend a quiet night with the cowboy. He helps you clean up your dishes even though he had no part in the mess-making. There's little talk of where he came from or where he's going, but he mentions lying low for a while. You don't want to know. You don't ask. He asks if he might touch the guitar you have there in the corner. You tell him that's fine. You haven't played it in a long time. He serenades the night with plucked chords and twaining strings, and somehow, you fall asleep listening to the gentle strums and wake up the next morning in your bed.

Sun greets you all cheerful. You don't know what to feel about having another around to talk to... but you're adjusting. He asks for another day's work for another night's lodging. You agree. He smiles so big you're afraid he'll burst.

You get a visit from a fellow farmer (Sun makes himself scarce on the rare chance a visitor comes) who talks about the news, the gangs rolling through the valley, the cattle missing, and a distant bank just recently robbed. You shake your head.

Later, in the barn, you're shifting hay on the hayloft when you step back and expect to find solid flooring but there's nothing but air and you're falling—then caught in solid arms. Sun exclaims how you have to be careful! You would have gotten hurt. You wish he would put you down already, holding you like this turns you all red and embarrassed. Even when he sets you on your feet, Sun insists he finishes with the hay up top. Your pride is awfully stung but the ghost of his arms around you chases you outside and it's only there that you can finally think clearly after all the excitement.

When night falls, Moon helps you deal with a fox in the chicken pen but in chasing off the fiend, something snaps along his arm when he hops a fence and you know that ugly sound means something's broken. Wires spark in the dark. You rush to his side faster than you've ever run. You gingerly hold his arm and guide him back home to fix the damage done even though you're only a support to his injury, and he, thankfully, can tend to himself. He says he's learned how to take care of little problems like these since he's been running by himself for a while. You almost ask what he did before he came here but you don't dare. You told yourself you didn't want trouble. Getting attached will do nothing but stir up your feelings. There will be no one else to blame if your heart gets broken.

He picks at the guitar strings to test his repair and sings a little song that you swear you won't fall asleep to but, again, you wake up in your bed when you know you didn't tuck yourself in. Sun is already outside, getting a jumpstart on the day's chores.

The cowboy stays another night, then another, and then a few weeks have flown by. You get a visitor from the bank asking for payment or else they're taking your land and everything on it. You chase off the man, spitting mad, but you're still in troubled waters. You're going to lose all you have. Sun witnesses the encounter from a distance but you don't speak of it all day. Then, Sun finds you when the sun burns red across the sky.

He talks softly to you and before you know it, he's leading you by the hand and spinning you in a little dance you've never danced before. Sun leads, and you follow because he's the last light you have, and when he dips you low, you rise with the Moon in the near darkness, dancing and dancing on dirt. You've never held a hand that felt so right with his arms twirling you around and around—you almost forget you're going to lose it all.

Besides the crackle of the fire in your hearth that night, Moon coaxes you to talk about the money you owe and your pride almost bites your tongue off but you do it anyway. Moon asks when the bank man is going to come again. You tell him in the morning but you don't want charity. You don't need it. You owe enough debts as it is. He gives you a grin that is too mischievous for his own good.

That night, you lean against his shoulder when he plays a gentle song, a ballad about lovers falling and magnolias blooming. You wake up in your bed but it's still dark out and Moon is gone. You get up to find him but he's already at the door, holding a large bag—the one that was missing from his saddle. He tells you to pay the bank when they come and get a receipt. You ask him what in blue blazes he's doing with a bag full of money but he shoves it in your hands. Morning spills across the land. Then it's Sun winking at you. The bank is coming. He tells you he needs to go now, but he promises to come back for you.

You tell him you can't owe him like this—you'll never be able to repay it. Sun promises that you won't owe him anything, he'll get the money back.

You can hardly be angry before he's on his horse and taking off into the distance. You curse yourself out for being a fool and having a heart that wants to stick roots into anything that lingers longer for a day and for having this bag of money that isn't yours and for letting that cowboy dance and serenade you, but when the bank sends another man to collect, you pay it all. You get that receipt. The man accepts the payment and goes on his merry way, back to the bank that can no longer hound you. All of your debts are erased, thanks to the cowboy.

You don't know where he was hiding the money. You remember the news of a distant bank that was robbed.

It's only a few days later that you learn from a fellow farmer that the man carrying back your money to the bank was ambushed. An animatronic outlaw caught him alone. He stole the entire bag of cash. The farmer laughs when he says the bank man was madder than a wet hen. He also remarks that he's surprised they didn't come after you for more money, but you had a receipt. They can't touch you.

After the farmer leaves, you sit in a daze and then curse the cowboy out again. You still owe him.

You didn't want trouble, yet here you are, all twitterpated and waiting for when he comes down from the horizon.

#okay that's like the beginning but there's a very dangerous gang and sun/moon weren't always running on his own #and of course he comes back #but he accidentally brings the very thing he was running from back to you oops #turns out he's a slippery fellow and well someone wants him #and you're the sweetest honey to use to catch their fly #cowboy au #cowboy!sun #cowboy!moon #magnolias blooming #i didn't mean to write this much but uhhh here we are

[mrsmandalorian]

City Lights, Country Nights

Cowboy! Joel x Techie! Reader

Author’s Note: Hello, lovelies! I am Maddie! This is my first time posting on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it! I would like to make this a series and write other stories! We will see how it goes. I hope everyone enjoys Cowboy! Joel! 🤍

Summary: Enjoying the simple life with a cowboy!Joel and his family. 

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Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, fluff!!!,makeout session, cheesy and sexy flirting, pet name (darling), drinking (just a glass of wine), no use of y/n.

Log off your work computer when you see the clock hit five o’clock with a small smile. You were ready for your long weekend with your sexy cowboy. Being in the tech field was much more challenging than some would think. You still have a few projects to review this weekend while you are away. The projects could be done later because it was time to get the hell out of the city. 

The two-hour drive from the city into the country was always the best on a Friday afternoon after work. The hustle and bustle of the city fades as your tires drive down the road into a relaxing retreat. The time change improves the drive, with the sun shining as you drive with the window down and listen to the radio loudly. As you pass the cows and pastures, you know you are getting closer to your perfect haven with your person. 

The ranch was a place you would have never gone on your own or even thought of loving as you did. Joel and his family had built it slowly over the last five years after they bought the land. The main house was Joel’s, which everyone always came over (mainly for his outdoor setup). It was a good-sized house with four bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms inside. Outside the house was a beautiful patio fit for the whole crew with a fire pit, giant outdoor TV, tool shed, lounge area, and hanging lights. Tommy and Ellie both had their own houses on the property. Joel said Sarah had not been interested in her home on the property since she was at college and had other plans (still close by). The ranch part of the property was beautiful and full of different animals, from chickens to sheep. 

The sun starts to set as you pull into the long driveway to the ranch. As you slowly drive up, you can see an outline of a horse and its rider approaching you against the fence line from the rear. You break your car so they can catch up to you. 

“Hello, darlin',” Joel’s Texas twang says as he rides up next to you with a sweet smirk. He is riding his horse, Whiskey. He is a lovely brown horse, especially if you have a sugar cube or apple slices. Seeing Joel in work mode was fun; he was dirty from a busy day with the animals and crew. 

The blush and smile crept up, “Howdy, cowboy,” you joke with a cheesy grin.

The comment caused him to roll his eyes and slightly grin. “Pull up to the house and wait for me to give you a proper hello.” You nod in agreement and let him get a head start to the barn to put sweet Whiskey up for the night. Driving up the driveway, you are passed by Joel’s crew, including his brother and daughter, Tommy and Ellie. You give them all a big smile and wave. Tommy and Ellie jokingly thank you because Joel always lets them off earlier when you come to stay for a few days. 

It doesn’t take long for the flannel-wearing cowboy to walk out of the barn toward you from about 30 yards away. He seems to have washed off some dirt from his skin by wiping away the water from his face with a rag. Getting out of the car quickly to meet him halfway, he pulls you in a bear hug as your bodies come together; all the tension leaves your body.

A sweet, passionate kiss is placed on your lips following a “How was the drive, darlin’?” 

“It was a lot better now that it does not get darker at 5!” you giggle and look into his big brown eyes, which make your stomach butterflies dance and blush hard.

He kisses your head as he pulls away to get your bags out of the car. He turns around with his hands full of your weekend bags and the few groceries you brought. “How long are you staying?” he jokes as he walks up on the porch. “I think so, too. It makes me feel more comfortable with you driving in the country with all those deer.” 

The sweet encounter was cut short when a ball of energy ran around the house and circled you happily as she barked at you. “Sassy! Let your mom get inside, at least!” Joel grumbled as he opened the door to the house. Joel had gotten Sassy, an Australian Shepherd when he started bringing animals to the ranch after he had built it for a ranch dog. She was a hard-working dog but enjoyed her evenings off, with Joel spoiling her with too many treats and pets. 

Both of you followed him inside the house and into the living room, where he set all the bags down. You plopped down onto the couch as you prepared for the forty-five pounds of energy to jump into your lap. It felt like she was there in a second. You watched Joel as you pet the dog sitting next to you, “How was your week, handsome?” 

Joel walks over to the couch and sits beside Sassy, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “It was an okay week. I've just been busy and missing you.” He starts to take off his boots and looks over at you. Sassy gets fed up with being squished between the two of you and jumps down to her bed by Joel’s chair. 

“I missed you too,” You sweetly say, snuggling closer to him, his arm wrapping comfortably around you. The two of you sat snuggled around one another for a while. This was one of the rare occasions that you two are not already fucking against the dining room table after the first five minutes of your arrival. It was a bittersweet occasion, but both greetings are perfect. 

After a while, Joel got up and started messing around in the kitchen. He returned to the living room and leaned on the door frame with a glass of your favorite wine. “What are you feeling for supper, darling?” he asked, teasing you to get up with the wine. With a soft grin, you got up and kissed him in exchange for the glass. 

“A bottle of wine and you,” you smirked as you sip the glass, meeting his eyes. He grins and wraps his large hands around your waist, pulling your body closer. The sexual tension and longing were thick in the air as eye contact was kept. His hands start to wander towards your ass, grabbing onto your ass cheeks roughly. This caused you to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“I like the way you think, little lady.” He grunts as he kisses you again, but this time, it is more passionate and rough. His hands kept wandering your body under your shirt, which caused a moan from you. The make-out session became more intense with wandering hands. 

“Hey guys!” is heard throughout the house as Ellie wanders inside the side kitchen door. The two of you quickly pull away from one another slightly as she walks inside the room. “Oh, shit! Sorry guys!” she says and covers her eyes dramatically with a laugh. “ Joel, this is your fault! You made the plans with us for pizza night when Darling gets into town. Tommy said you guys would probably be about done greeting each other when we got back with the pizza.” 

“You’re right, kid,” Joel chuckles as he meets your eyes, kissing your head. “We will have to finish this for dessert, darling.” He whispers in your ear with a wink. You join Ellie in the kitchen, where Tommy simultaneously enters the door. Joel gives him a look, but he gives him a smirk as he takes the pizza boxes out of his arms. 

“Shit, I forgot to call Joel 10 minutes out. ,” Tommy says as he puts his hands on his head and gives his brother an apologetic look with a smirk. You go over and give each other of them a sweet hug. 

Ellie was the one to break the silence. “I’m happy that you’re here! I need some girl advice,” she said as she helped gather the plates and drinks for everyone while the brothers set up all the food. The night was full of laughter and catching up through the two last weeks you have been apart. You all ended up outside watching some basketball on the giant flatscreen. You and Joel decided to snuggle up on the couch with a king-sized blanket as you gossip with Ellie about her love life. 

The pair eventually went their separate ways an hour after dinner. It was always so good to visit with them. Joel was a package deal, as you have always known, but luckily, you were blessed with an incredible family. Seeing how protective he was of his little family, especially you and his girls, was touching. 

Joel was very quiet as you both stayed snuggled on the couch. After they left, you rubbed his shoulders as he moved to lay on your chest. His breathing and body had settled and relaxed. He was comfortably passed out; all you could do was smile and take his picture as you held your sexy cowboy. 

You let out a little chuckle and whisper, “No dessert for us, I guess, old man,” placing a small kiss on his head. You turn on your favorite show as you slowly fall asleep, listening to the rhythm of his breath, which calms you into a deep sleep. 

Thank you for reading!🤍

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #cowboy!joel x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

[gothgril69]

Levi Ackerman x Reader

MDNI (18+)

cw: smut (nothing crazy)

word count: 1k

Can't stop thinking about Bull Rider!Levi

He's not at all what you expected when Erwin invited you to watch the rodeo that night, giving you that charming smile as he looks down at you. You were hesitant at first, not usually one to go to your small town's fairs and events, but goddamn that bright smile under that tan cowboy hat had your heart skipping a beat.

He was riding that night, a young bull full of fight that easily launches him off his back in under the eight seconds he's trying to reach. You grimace when his back hits the ground hard, but Erwin is fast enough to get out of the way with a wide smile on his face and a skip in his step as the others wrangle the bull back in it's pen. He catches your eye and you give him a wave.

What you weren't expecting next was the smaller man that came out after Erwin, jet black hair peeking out from under his black cowboy hat. Levi Ackerman, the announcer speaks loud over the intercom, the rodeo's record holder and the only one to reach those eight seconds.

Your interest is piqued immediately, and you lean on the metal bar separating you from the ring. He's handsome, incredibly so, and you forget about Erwin and any of the other striking blond men you've seen today and focus on Levi settling himself on top of the bull. You watch his hands from a distance, watch as one wraps around the rope secured to the bull underneath him and let your imagination run wild.

The gates are released with a loud bang when the metal hits the barrier as Levi holds himself upright on top of the bucking bull. Your lips part in surprise as you watch how effortlessly he seems to do it, the way his hips move in time with the bull's movement to make sure he remains steady on top. He has his free hand on top of his hat, making sure it doesn't fall off in the process.

Those eight seconds are up quick, and it seems as if Levi could ride that bull for even longer as he hops off and quickly backs away from it as the others wrangle it in again. The crowd is going wild, cheering and yelling his name all while you stand there in surprise and clap along. He looks around the crowd, waving and nodding with an indifferent expression across his face as he circles the ring to give crowd members high-fives or autographs.

He stops in front of you at the end of his rounds, and then he's smirking while he removes his cowboy hat to place it on top of your head. You lick your lips and smile at him, unashamedly raking your eyes over the way his black collared shirt hugs his body tight while it's tucked into his jeans. He rakes a hand through his mussed hair, and then he's walking off to the other men that have taken their turn.

Erwin comes up to you when the show is over, parting through the crowd that shuffles themselves out of the metal fences surrounding the grounds. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asks you with that bright smile of his, gesturing for you to follow him.

You fall into step with him. "Yeah," you honestly reply. "It was a lot of fun. You did great." You smile up at him.

He laughs. "Ah, thanks darling, but I think someone may have caught your attention a bit more than me." He pats your head over your new cowboy hat.

You shove his arm. "Don't say that," you laugh. "I've just never seen anyone actually ride for the eight seconds."

The two of you walk together until Erwin is introducing you to all the guys, including Levi. He seems to understand that your attention has been captured by someone else, and you both respectfully part ways for the night as he leaves you alone with Levi.

"You can take your hat back," you offer to him, taking off the hat to hold it out for him.

"I think it looks better on you," he tells you with his hands tucked into his pockets, leaning against the back of his pickup truck he's walked you to. He stands with so much confidence it makes you feel flustered as he starts to walk toward you. "Let me help you with that." He takes the hat from your hands and places it on top of your head, adjusting it while you stare at him. "Better."

“You wanna get out of here?" you breathe.

—

Levi takes you hard and slow, fucking you deep into the mattress with every perfect roll of his hips against yours.

You barely made it inside his ranch home before he was slamming your back against his front door, his lips colliding with yours in equal fervor. Clothes were shed almost immediately, cowboy hat forgotten, and his hands glided across every surface of your skin to touch more and more of you like he couldn't get enough.

Now your back is pressed into his mattress, his body pressed close to yours with a sheen of sweat over your skin as he thrusts into you. “Fuck, your pussy is so good,” he groans into your neck, lips brushing against your pulse point.

“Levi,” you mewl, your arms holding onto his biceps as he takes you deeper. You arch your back into him, feeling every ounce of pleasure he has to give, and he slips an arm under your back to hold you close.

“Give me another one,” he gasps and lifts his head to look down at you. “Come on, love, you can do it.” He picks up his pace, thrusting hard and faster into you as his hand dips down to circle fingers against your clit.

Your eyes roll back when you cum, squeezing and pulsing around him to the point where he meets his end at the same time. His hot cum spurts inside you, his cock throbbing as his thrusts slow while he presses himself as far as he can go in you. His head falls forward until his forehead is resting against your sternum, heavy breaths panting against your skin as you do the same with your eyes closed.

“Stay the night,” Levi mumbles against your skin, leaving small kisses until he looks up at you again.

You open your eyes and nod dumbly.

#idk where this came from but here you go #i've had writers block for so long #levi ackerman #aot fanfiction #aot levi #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi x you #fanfic #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot smut #levi aot #snk levi #snk fanfiction #snk smut #cowboy levi #levi drabbles

[bluestar22x]

The Riding Lesson

Summary: When you are hired at a ranch as a trail guide, the owner asks the foreman to teach you how to ride Western style.

Pairing: Jack Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (to be safe)

Warnings: Some sexual tension and thoughts, lots of horsey terms

Word Count: 2,381

Author's Note: AU fic for the @pedrostories 1k celebration. Prompt quote was "Is that the best you've got?"

See my Main Masterlist for other Pedro character fanfics.

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Summers were a busy time at Western Willow Ranch. Not only were there the beef cattle and their calves to tend to, but there were also guests coming and going for both morning and afternoon trail rides.

You were hired as a temporary employee, needed for the surplus of guests they got every year as the weather turned hot. Your role would be to help guide trail rides and keep the tack clean and polished.

Having grown up around horses and competed in jumping competitions back in California, you had plenty of experience for the job, except for one small detail.

You'd never ridden Western before.

You were confident you'd pick it up fast though. English and Western riding were different, but they weren't intimidatingly different. As far as you could tell, the only difference was the saddle shape, the speed of the horse, and the way the reins were held and used.

Though you figured you could probably teach yourself, you'd still agreed with the owner of the ranch to take a riding lesson with his foreman.

You had your riding lesson on your very first day, after you were shown around the farm by a stable hand and shown what a typical morning was like at the ranch.

The foreman was one of the few employees missing from the barn, having been out tending to the cattle.

After lunch in the employee building, you waited for him in the barn aisle as instructed, glancing at your watch every so often. The lesson had been set for one o'clock and it was ten minutes past.

He was worth the wait though.

He strolled into the barn with his mount moments later, the beautiful golden buckskin gelding following behind obediently, and you caught your breath.

Most horsemen didn't catch your attention. More often than not the horse was a lot prettier than their rider, but the foreman was handsome, and that was an understatement. Dark brown hair covered by a black cowboy hat, matching dark eyes, a mustache that fit his face perfectly, a strong jawline, curved nose, and an air of confidence to him, he was worthy of the front cover of every western magazine out there as far as you were concerned.

You couldn't help but feel disappointed he was technically one of your bosses. You didn't like mixing business and pleasure, but... damn... maybe if he didn't mind it, you could make an exception.

You shook your head at that thought. You haven't even said one fucking word to him yet. Down girl.

He said your name and it sounded like honey on his lips. You chewed yours. You really needed to chill, but it wasn't your fault his voice sounded sinful.

"That's me," you managed to say, lamely raising a hand up.

"Sorry about the wait, darlin'," he continued. "One of the calves got into trouble with the fencing."

"Are they alright?" you asked, genuinely concerned. You loved all animals, or at least, all the furry ones.

He nodded. "Yeah, he'll be just fine."

He held out his right hand. "The name's Jack Daniels."

You shook his hand firmly and repeated yours. "So, is this the horse I'm riding?" You nodded at his mount.

Jack shook his head. "Nope. Ace here is a one rider kind of horse. He don't like strangers. But I'm going to have you help me untack and groom him so I can show you the saddle and how to secure the cinch."

It turned out the cinch was like the girth on the English saddle, a strap that ran under the horse's belly to secure the saddle to their back. The cinch wasn't so simple to adjust as a girth was. The strap was longer and needed to be wrapped just right around the ring it looped through multiple times to fit proper.

You picked it up fast though, only needing Jack to show you twice to get it.

When you'd done up the cinch correctly three times in a row Jack let you untack Ace completely and had you carry the saddle back to the tack room. The saddle was probably three times as heavy as an English saddle, mostly due to the extra lift of the seat and the saddle horn. You managed to carry the saddle for the whole two minute walk to the tack room but it was a struggle, not that you'd have admitted it.

Once the tack was cleaned and put away you returned to Jack's side in Ace's stall. He was in the middle of brushing him with a soft brush and you joined in without a word, working on the horse's opposite side.

After Ace was completely groomed you both stepped out of the stall.

"Follow me to your horse of the day," Jack ordered, walking over to a stall at the back of the barn. You did as told and peered over the stall door.

A pretty little black and white mare was on the other side, too busy chewing her afternoon hay to pay attention to you and Jack.

"This here's Puzzle," he informed you. "She's an old gal. Nearly thirty. We don't ride her much anymore, but she's a great beginner horse. She'll be as patient as a lamb with you."

Were lambs patient? you wondered. Was that term even a thing?

Jack patted the saddle and bridle that were hanging over her door. "Had Bettie, one of the stable hands, get this for us this morning. I want you to groom Puzzle and saddle her up all on your own. Think you can do that?"

"No problem," you declared, setting to work.

It really wasn't a problem, though you did fumble on the cinch for a second before your short-term memory kicked in. Most else was pretty straight forward and Jack gave you an approving nod when you were finished.

"Great," he said, "Now she's all set to go, lead her out to the corral and we'll get going on the main part of this lesson."

You nodded and walked out of the stall with Puzzle close beside you. She was a cute thing. You were a bit sad she was too old to be assigned as your mount. Whichever horse you got would be at least a decade younger and more energetic. While those were the horses you were used to, you'd felt like you and Puzzle were already connecting.

Once you slipped into the outdoor corral, a round fenced in pen used for training horses, you settled the reins of the bridle over Puzzle's neck and the saddle horn before glancing to Jack for further instruction.

"Hop on," Jack commanded. "We'll get everything adjusted after."

You nodded and swung up into the saddle easily.

"How do the stirrups feel?" Jack inquired.

You tilted your heels down. "A little long. But they're supposed to be, right? Western isn't so tight?"

"It should still feel comfortable," Jack replied.

"It does."

"Good. Tighten that cinch one more time. Puzzle likes to stick out her gut when the saddle goes on."

You bent and reached to untie the cinch and tightened it, but when it came to securing it back you struggled due to the angle.

"Just takes practice," Jack assured you when you admitted you couldn't figure it out. "Here, let me help."

He approached Puzzle and tapped on your lower leg with a few fingers to signal to you to pull it back, still in the stirrup so he could get access to the cinch.

You did that and watched as he tugged on it once more before finishing the job.

When he was done, he grabbed your left lower leg, guiding it back into place, and the prolonged warm touch of his palm pressed against your jeans sent a spark through you.

What you would give for him to touch you in other places.

Jack stepped away to climb the fence and straddle it and you barely held your composure. Fuck, this job was going to be difficult, and it wasn't because of the new riding style you had to learn.

"Hold the reins with one hand centered over her neck," Jack instructed as he perched on the top railing.

You grabbed the reins and slid your fingers over into the correct position.

"Good, now take her around at a walk for a few turns and then a jog after," Jack said. "A jog's like a slow trot, for you, city girl," he added.

A decade ago teenage you would've stuck out your tongue at him, but mature you simply gave him another nod and followed his orders.

Jack was quiet as you put Puzzle through her paces, until she started jogging and you started pushing yourself up and down out of the saddle with her stride.

"What're doin' darlin'?" Jack questioned, frowning. "You sit in the saddle."

"Oh." You blushed as you sat down and slowed Puzzle. His confusion somehow had made you embarrassed about it. "It's posting. Do you not do that in Western?"

"Nope," Jack answered. "That saddle ain't made for that."

"Okay," you nearly squeaked.

You nudged Puzzle with your heels, encouraging her back into a jog and completed your task sitting down the whole time. You found that the jog was more tolerable to sit than a trot. Riding a trotting horse like that could be rough at times.

You stopped in the center of the round pen when you were done.

"How was that?" you asked almost shyly.

Jack gave you a small smile. "Excellent for your first time. It's obvious how many years you've ridden."

"Thanks."

"I think you're ready for a test run on the trail."

"On Puzzle?" you questioned.

Jack shook his head. "Like I said, she's too old. Gonna have to bring her back to her stall and get two fresh horses saddled up. Shouldn't take too long between the two of us."

You nodded and jumped off Puzzle. "Let's get to it then."

x

An hour later you and Jack were out on the plains of the surrounding Montana landscape, enjoying an easy stroll under the warm afternoon sun on two new mounts.

His was a solid chestnut mare named Trix, and yours was a black mare with a star marking named Karma.

As you moved over the landscape Jack pointed things out to you. The trailheads, the river that bordered the ranch, the cattle in the distance. Everything you'd need to know and would eventually know by the back of your hand.

The sun was beginning to fall westerly when he finished showing you around.

"You will not be alone the first few weeks you guide trail rides so we don't have to worry about checking those out today," Jack told you. "So I figure it's time to turn around."

You nodded and pulled the reins towards east, towards where the ranch house and barn were located. Jack did the same.

"Let's lope for part of the way," Jack decided.

You knew it was another test. "Sure."

He picked up the pace first and you sent Karma after him and Trix, making sure to keep enough distance between the horses as you caught up to them so not to cause them to bump into each other.

He observed you from the corner of his eye, a ghost of a smile on his pouty looking lips.

You tried not to get distracted by it, telling yourself he was only looking because he wanted to see how you were in the saddle at faster speeds, even though you sensed there was something more to it.

You were the first to slow your horse, and when Jack had Trix back at a walk beside you, he raised his eyebrows.

"Is that the best you got?"

You blinked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

He grinned at you and you realized then that Jack Daniels was a bit of a menace.

He gestured at a fallen log several yards away. "I heard about your jumping skills. Show me?"

You didn't know if Karma had any history jumping, but the log looked harmless, just thick enough to force the mare to jump it instead of walk over it. "Sure."

You kicked the mare and she immediately shot into a lope, headed straight for the log. You focused, got yourself into position as best as you could in the bulky western saddle, and the next thing you knew you were flying over the obstacle. The rush of adrenaline as you did was amazing as always.

After Karma landed on the other side you could hear Jack clapping.

You turned her back towards him as you both settled into a walk again.

"You two make a fine team," Jack said. "Think I'll tell Dusty to assign you to her."

You grinned. "That would be great." You still were kinda stuck on Puzzle, but you really liked Karma too.

You patted her neck and turned her to face the house once more. "Race you back, full gallop."

Jack smiled. "You're on."

x

After you and Jack had settled your horses back into their stalls, he turned to you for a final time that night.

"Any questions before I go?"

You shrugged. "Not really. Just...how was I today?"

He flashed you a charming smile. "You impressed me darlin'. Not that I have any right to be. You obviously know your way around horses and jumping them is not the easiest."

"Why did you test me then?" you inquired.

"Cause you could've lied on your resume," Jack replied.

True enough. But you had ribbons to prove it back home.

"See you around," he finally said, and you could've sworn he gave you a quick once over. When he smirked you were certain he had.

So you weren't the only one interested. This was a mutual thing. Your heart fluttered. There was a chance.

"See you around, cowboy," you returned smoothly.

He beamed at you, delighted that you had used a nickname for him and tipped his head. "Night darlin’."

And with that he left the barn, and left you to watch him go, eyes trained on the shape of his ass in his tight blue jeans.

You hummed appreciatively. This summer is going to be fantastic.

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[sarahsmi13s]

I love you, Cowboy

(not my gif)

pairing: rhett abbott x reader (last name: knight)

characters: rhett abbott, fem!reader, the abbott family (mentioned), the knight family, josh (reader’s brother that is mentioned)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, she/her pronouns used, language, angst, rhett being his little insecure self, toxic mother, parental expectations, parents trying to live through their children, if i missed any please let me know.

word count: ~3.3k

a/n: this is inspired by the song ‘ladies love country boys’ by trace adkins, it was supposed to be a little happier than this but the angst the is rhett abbott took over. 

but nevertheless i hope you enjoy

also: rhett calls reader “doc”

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You’d grown up in the city, in a neighborhood full of houses that all looked more or less the same on the outside. Both of your parents were well known in your town. Your dad was a successful lawyer and your mother was a housewife that was president of the PTA.

Your parents had always wanted the best for you.

They put you in dance classes when you were younger, but eventually let you venture out into sports. You kept straight A’s, getting ‘most likely to succeed’ in your yearbook ‘who’s who’ section both your freshman and senior year.

Once you graduated high school early, your parents bought you a car and by that fall you were off to college in some southern town that you had no idea existed.

Your mom and dad really wanted you to pursue law, but you nipped that in the bud.

“Mom, Dad, I don’t want to study law. That’s not something that interests me and I would be burnt out before I even started the car. I’m studying sports medicine, and if you have a problem with that, then that’s on you.”

They didn’t have a problem with that actually. If you studied medicine, that gave you a shot at finding a doctor to marry and settle down with. Or maybe you’d find a lawyer, either way it worked.

So, when you came home holding the hand of Rhett Floyd Abbott -a bull rider from rural Wyoming, a country boy on all fronts- they were a little surprised.

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You had met Rhett after you graduated and moved to Wabang for work.

One of your friends had told you about a school in ‘a small ass town’ in a ‘tiny ass county’ needing a physician/team doctor. His mother had told him when she came home from a convention.

But without that ‘small ass town’, you would have never met Rhett Abbott and you wouldn’t have been happier to be out of California.

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You actually had met Perry first, he saw you at a bar and thought you were being stood up. When in reality you were celebrating your new job.

That sparked a friendship with the older Abbott boy and then he introduced you to Rhett when Rhett tagged along to help you unload your moving truck. Which sparked a friendship between the two of you.

A few weeks after you moved in, your golden retriever, Chica, had gotten out through a hole in your backyard fence. Luckily, Rhett had seen her on his way home and picked her up. He came by and dropped her off.

When he asked how she got out, you told him and he didn’t hesitate to offer his assistance. He made a temporary fix for the day and then came back the next morning with supplies.

Rhett completely replaced your fence, taking down the old, rusted chain-link and replacing it with t-post and grid-fence panels.

You wanted to pay him back.

“How can I repay you?” “You don’t have to-” “Rhett, you came up here and gave me a whole new fence. I can’t just not pay you back.” “Okay, then let me take you out on a date.”

And the rest is history.

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Now here you were, nearly a year later and you were head over heels in love with Rhett. And he was head over boots for you.

You were still the school’s team doctor, but you had also become Rhett’s medical personnel on his bull-riding team. You were the only one Rhett trusted when it came to medical advice at an event.

Currently you were in the middle of Rhett’s truck, singing your lungs out to the Charlie Daniels song playing from the radio. Rhett was laughing and singing along with you.

Then your phone rang.

Rhett turned the music down when you answered it. “Dr. Knight?” … “When is it?” … “Um okay, yeah. Let me talk to him and see what he thinks and I’ll get back to you.” You hung up and faced Rhett a little more.

Keeping an eye on the road, he gave you his attention, “What’s up Doc?” You rolled your eyes, but grinned at the phrase he picked up. “My graduating class is having a reunion at the end of May. Would you want to go?”

Rhett paused, thinking of how to respond, “Do you wan’ me to go?” You frown, confused, “Of course I want you to go, Rhett. I wanna show off my strong cowboy. But if you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.” He smiled at you, “Sure, why not, let’s go.” You grinned and opened your phone, sending a quick text to whomever you had been on the phone with.

“Oh my gosh, Rhett turn it up!” You shouted when the familiar sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd met your ears.

He just smiled fondly at you and turned it up.

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You sat in your parents driveway squeezing Rhett’s hand. “Hey, if you’re nervous, we can come back later. We got ourselves an AirBnB for a reason. You don’t have to meet them today.” “Darlin’, I’m not nervous, I’m just-” You arched an eyebrow at him. “Okay, maybe I’m a little nervous.”

You leaned toward him, “Can you tell me why you’re nervous?” He held eye contact with you for a second before chuckling shyly and looking at his calloused hands. “I know I don’t bring much to the table.” “Rhett-” “Let me finish,” he said gently, closing his eyes for a second.

“I know I don’t bring much to the table,” he started over. “I’m not a doctor or a lawyer, or some CEO. I’m a bull rider that’s a lot more trouble than he’s worth.” He looked up at you, “I already know I’m not good enough for you. And that's all they’re gonna see. I just don’t want you to see it too.”

You grabbed his hand, the calluses on it rough against your palm. “Rhett Floyd Abbott. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You are perfect for me. I don’t care what you do, all I care about is who you are.”

He let out a self-deprecating chuckle, “Well, I’m not that good of a man.” “Rhett, I’ve been with you for a year now. You are that good of a man.”

You brought a hand up to his face, nails scratching at the stubble there, “I know my worth, Rhett. And you have given me nothing but what I deserve and then some. I’ve never met a man like you, and I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like you again.”

With his free hand, Rhett quickly tilted the brim of his ball cap up and captured your lips in a kiss.

Your lips moved together and Rhett’s free hand pushed the hair out of your face, deepening the kiss at the same time.

When you pulled apart, you nudged his nose with yours, “I don’t care what they think about you. They’ll just have to get over it. Because you make me happy, and that’s all that matters. I love you, Casanova.” He grinned, “I love you too, Doc.”

Rhett got out and jogged over to your side to open your door.

You walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

A few minutes later, your mom answers the door.

She gasps and hugs you, “Oh, Y/N! Sweetie, come in come in!” You grabbed Rhett’s hand again and pulled in behind you.

You followed your mom to the living room, where your dad was sitting and watching some show.

“Who’s this handsome young man?” Your mom asked as she sat next to your dad.

Smiling, you put your arm around Rhett’s waist, his hand automatically falling to your hip. “Mom, Dad, this is Rhett, my boyfriend. Rhett, this is my mom, Lily, and my dad, Tom.”

Rhett shook your parents' hands, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Rhett,” your dad smiled at him and you and Rhett sat down.

Your dad paused the TV and turned to talk to you both. “So, Rhett, Y/N has never mentioned what you do for a living.” You tense a little bit. You just knew Rhett was gonna take that the wrong way; but it wasn’t like you did it on purpose, they never asked. “What do you do?”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you before looking back at your parents. “My family owns a ranch, so I work there and then I’m a bull-rider.” Your mother’s eyes widened and you were certain the color drained from her face.

But your dad didn’t give the same reaction as your mom. “That’s interesting, you’ll have to tell me more about that later,” your dad unpaused the TV and went back to watching the show.

Rhett turned to you, “Is there a place we can talk?” You gulped, nerves working their way up your throat. “Uh, yeah, we can talk in the kitchen.” He got up first and held his hand out for you to take.

You knew he was upset, and once you were standing, you tried to drop Rhett’s hand and he let you. Yup, he was upset.

You led him to the kitchen and you leaned back on the counter, crossing your arms and keeping your eyes glued to his boots.

“Does what I do embarrass you?” You met his eyes, “No, Rhett.” “Then why did you never tell your parents what I do?” “They never asked, so I didn’t say anything.” He just nodded and wiped his mouth. “Rhett, look, I’m sorry. I should have told them. Because I’m not embarrassed, I love that you’re so passionate about what you do. Do I think it’s dangerous? Yeah, but guess what, I would never ask you to quit.”

You stepped forward and grabbed his hands, and he looked up at you. “Rhett, you could be a rodeo clown and I’d still love you. I’m not with you because of your job, I’m with you because you make me happy. You’re my sweet, sweet country boy and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” You saw the blush through the tan skin on his face.

“We cool?” You asked, a hint of humor in your tone. He hummed and pecked your lips, “We’re cool.” You smiled and laced your fingers with his to go back to the living room.

******

After sitting and talking with your parents, you all ate dinner.

“Dinner was great Mrs. Knight, thank you,” Rhett said when he finished. “Thank you, Rhett.” He grabbed your plate and his plate and put them in the sink. “Oh, Y/N and I will get the dishes, Rhett,” you mom told him. “Oh, I don’t mind.”

Your dad cleared his throat, “Actually, Rhett, I was going to ask if you could help me with something in the garage?”

Rhett glanced at you and you shrugged, but you stood up and waved him on to follow your dad.

They went out the door in the kitchen that led to the connected garage.

Your dad leaned against the car and crossed his arms over his chest. Rhett took in his body language. “You didn’t need my help with anythin’ did you?” Your dad shook his head, “No, I wanted to talk to you.”

Rhett felt a pang in his chest. Okay, this is it, get ready to defend yourself, Abbott.

“I think it goes without saying that Lily and I were hoping our daughter would end up with a doctor or a lawyer.” Rhett nodded, you had told him that when you first got together. “But I learned a long time ago that Y/N is her own person, and that she knows what she wants.”

Rhett’s brow creased in confusion, but he let your dad continue. “You’re a good man, Rhett. A lot better than the past partners Y/N’s had.” Pride swelled in Rhett’s chest. “Thank you, sir.”

You dad grinned, “You wanna know how I know?” He leaned back on the hood of his car. “You’re the only one she’s brought home. And I can see it in her eyes, and in yours, that you make each other happy. That’s all I could ever ask of you.”

******

Meanwhile, you and your mother were having a very different conversation.

“So, you’re dating a bull rider?” You nodded, rinsing off a plate, “Yup.” You sat it on the drying rack.

“Are there not any doctors in Wyoming?” You stop for a second, “Well of course there are, but they’re not my type.” “And a boy that rides bulls and works on a farm is your type? Forgive me, but I don’t believe that.”

You turned to your mom, “First, he’s a man and he works on a ranch. Second, why is that so hard to believe?” “Well, you’ve always dated med students, nursing students, and you dated that one pre-law student.”

You scoffed and shook your head, “Those relationships lasted all of a few months. I’ve been with Rhett for a year. He’s it for me.”

Your mom sighed, “No he isn’t. He’s not good enough for you. You need someone that can provide for you.” “Rhett does provide for me!” You felt tears sting the back of your eyes as your mother confirmed what Rhett was worried about in the car.

“Not in the way a man with a better paying job can.” “Is that all you care about? Money? Is that the only way someone can provide? Because let me tell you something, mother, Rhett has provided me with more than I ever could have asked for.”

Your mom crossed her arms and arched her brow, “Really? What could he possibly bring to the table?” “He brings everything to the table. He brings me peace, love, security, happiness, and himself; because that’s all I’ve ever needed. He’s it for me and nothing you say will change that.”

She tongued her bottom lip, “You’re so different from what we wanted you to be. You could have been a lawyer, or brain surgeon, or some CEO; but no, you’re goddamn sports physician in a town that’s the size of our neighborhood.”

Tears sprung to your eyes as your mom started just laying it on.

“I thought you were proud of me…”

“Yes, but you could have been so much more. My friends love hearing my daughter is a doctor. But what are they going to think when I tell them she’s with a fucking bull-rider that works on his family’s ranch!?” She threw her towel down and put her hands on her hips.

Your jaw dropped and you scoffed. “Is that all my life is to you? A fucking award? Something to brag about to your screwdriver sipping, bleach blonde bitch squad?” A tear slipped down your cheek.

“Well you can only brag about one thing for so long.”

It felt like all the air was punched out of your lungs.

“You were supposed to be everything I couldn’t be.”

That flipped a switch and you stood up straight. “I’m not some vessel for you act out your fucking fantasies. I’m sorry that you thought I was, but it wasn’t my fault you dropped out because you got pregnant with Josh. But you children aren’t playthings that you can make do whatever you want.”

The door to the garage opened and both your father and Rhett came into the kitchen.

Rhett met your eyes and could see the tears in them, but by the way your fists were clenched and shaking and the redness on your face – he knew they weren’t falling anytime soon.

“What’s going on in here?” You mom opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off, “Oh, nothing, just your wife telling her daughter she’s a fucking disappointment!”

Rhett’s eyes widened and he stepped towards you, ready to come to your defense.

“You’re not a disappointment, Y/N,” your dad said before turning to your mom. “Lily, why would you say that?” “Because, Tom, from the moment you let her play sports she’s done nothing but-”

“She’s her own person Lilian! How do you not understand that? I never had a life plan for her other than to be happy!”

“Thomas, she’s a physician in a small town and dating someone that can’t give her what she deserves! He’s just a good-for-nothing-”

“Shut the fuck up.” “Excuse me?”

You stepped towards your mom and Rhett’s eyes widened as he tried to reach for you, but you evaded his grasp. He was honestly afraid you were about to swing at your mother.

“You heard me. Don’t ever talk about Rhett like that. Say whatever the hell you want to about me but you keep his name out of your mouth. I told you already that Rhett is more than I deserve, you just don’t believe it because you’re stuck on some idea that just because he isn’t some rich man sitting stacks of money means that he can’t provide.”

You huffed a breath out your nose, “I’d never thought I would say this, but coming home was a mistake.” You grabbed Rhett’s hand and drug him out of the house.

Your dad clenched his jaw and cut his eyes at your mom, “We’ll talk about this later.”

He ran through the house, calling for you and Rhett to wait.

“Dad, look, I’m sorry-” “Don’t be, sweetheart, please don’t be sorry. I just want you to know that I’ve always been proud of you.” You let out a shaking breath and Rhett squeezed your hand. “Thank you, Dad. But we can’t be here…” He nodded, “I understand. What your mother said… it was uncalled for.” You gave him a hug and Rhett shook his hand. “I love you, Dad.” “I love you too, Sweetheart.

Rhett opened your car door and buckled you in before going to his side and driving away.

*******

You were quiet the entire way to the AirBnB, but Rhett kept his hand on your thigh.

He knew you were trying not to break down, but you had zoned out long before you got to the small bungalow. He could see the tears you had no idea escaped.

When he parked, you didn’t move and he went around to your side.

He opened the door and squatted down to unbuckle you. “Darlin’?” He placed his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the inside of your thigh. “Hey, Sweetheart, look at me,” he gently turned your head.

That pulled you back, and he gave you a small smile, but you could see the concern.

You shook your head, “I’m okay, Rhett.” “No, Doll, you’re not. Don’t pretend you are.” He used his knuckle to wipe your tears away. You broke down then and there, and he pulled you into his lap while sitting in the driveway.

*****

After you calmed down enough, Rhett took you inside and you both curled up on the bed.

“I don’t know why it hurts so much. People are proud of me, genuinely proud of me… But one person says otherwise and I break down.” He played with the waistband of your sleep-shorts, “It’s okay for it to hurt. But that one person is selfish, they don’t deserve to celebrate your accomplishments with you. Those people are jealous of you and wish they could do half the things you do.”

He pulled you on top of him and kissed your forehead, “You, Doc, are the best person I’ve ever met. You’re headstrong, loyal, and can ride a mean mechanical bull.” You buried your face in his chest and laughed, “Oh, Lord.” “I’m serious!” He laughed with you.

Your laughter died down and now you were just looking each other in the eye.

“I love you, Doc,” he kissed your nose. You kissed his lips, “And I love you, Cowboy.”

***********

hi! i hope this was enjoyable!

this is the first rhett abbott fic i’ve written but i’m definitely planning more because i love this cowboy

and i definitely want to write more for rhett and doc

tags <3 (thank you for being here) : @sebsxphia​

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range #amazon prime #lewis pullman #fem!reader #rhett abbott angst

[bonitanightmxres]

Rumor || RHETT ABBOTT

PAIRING: Rhett abbott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: After a close relationship blossoms between you and the well-known bull rider, everyone assumes you’re dating. to combat the small-town gossip, you and rhett take action.

WARNINGS: PURE FLUFF

WORD COUNT: 1.9k 

Rhett didn’t think you’d would be at The Handsome Gambler tonight. Not really, anyway. He’d purposely come with Perry after placing fourth in that lousy PBR event, hoping to blow off some steam and drink away the night. But as you walked in with a couple of your friends, smiling from ear to ear, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched your every step until you slid into the booth—you on one side, and your friends on the other.

“…you even listenin’ to what I’m sayin’?” Perry questioned.

“Uh-huh.” Rhett didn’t even bother looking at his brother. The truth was that Rhett had stopped listening to Perry’s voice a long time ago, and instead focused his hearing on you. He could make out the faint sound of your laugh, and that was enough to make him feel jittery inside. The simple thought of you made him smile.

Perry knew he’d lost his brother’s attention, and chuckled knowingly when he turned his head to see what was so mesmerizing to his brother. “See, what you’re doin’ right there, is exactly why people here keep talkin’.”

Over the past couple of years, you’d changed something in him and he knew it. At first, it scared him. Rhett hadn’t known what it was like to be so purely and innocently in love before, where all he wanted to do was be in your company. “What do you mean?”

“C’mon,” Perry scoffed. “The way you look at her? The way she smiles at you? Everybody ‘round this place thinks you’re together, and everytime I tell ‘em you’re not, they don’t believe me.”

If it hadn’t been for the darkness of the bar, Rhett would’ve been sure that the redness of his cheeks could be visible. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. Of course he’d known about the talk going on recently, he wasn’t an idiot. Despite the “playboy cowboy” persona he gave off, he hadn’t been with any other girl since a different kind of relationship began to blossom between you. Though it wasn’t like you were his, you’d only really begun to see each other as friends, going out here and there, sometimes in a group, sometimes alone. You’d been to his family’s ranch to help out a few times, you’d seen his bedroom, but to Rhett, being in the company of another girl didn't feel right, and he would later realize it was because he wanted nobody’s company other than yours. Rhett chugged the last bit of beer that remained and stood up, hoping the alcohol would kick in and give him the courage he needed.

“What’re you doin’?” Perry asked as his brother walked away.

Truth be told, Rhett didn’t even know, but all he wanted was to be yours.

...

"Don’t look now, your boyfriend’s on his way here,” one of your friends, Kate, said and giggled like a schoolgirl with your friend Lyla who sat next to her. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Rhett Abbott slowly striding over to you. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh, really?” Lyla asked teasingly. “Then how come I heard from your neighbor you didn’t come home last Tuesday night? Said Rhett dropped you off the next morning. I bet you fuc—”

“Hey, darlin’,” Rhett’s country twang was fierce in his voice as he unknowingly interrupted Lyla’s accusation. He scooted next to you as you made room for him to sit, aware of the teasing smirks the women across from him gave you. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Nope, not at all!” Kate’s voice became higher in pitch. “Lyla and I were actually gonna grab some more drinks. You two want anything?”

Both of you shook your head, and Lyla followed Kate and disappeared from sight, leaving you and Rhett at the booth. You enjoyed spending time with him, wherever you may have been, and it didn’t matter what you were doing. Just last week you’d helped repair one of the fences on his family’s land, and to you, there was no better place to be.

“Great job out there tonight,” you said, taking a sip from your drink. “I don’t know how you do it, making bull riding look so easy.”

“I came in fourth.” Rhett stated with disgust, as if you hadn’t been there to watch. It kind of embarrassed him, to do so poorly in front of you. Most of the time he could just block out his feelings and maybe impress you. But tonight? Just knowing that you were there to watch him made Rhett nervous.

You shrugged. “At least you weren’t last. That’s a win in my book.”

He appreciated the optimism and support you gave him no matter what. Win or lose, you managed to keep his spirits up when nobody else could. “So,” he began. “There’s a rumor goin’ around…”

A familiar melody began to from the jukebox, causing you to instinctively grip Rhett’s forearm and go, “Awww, I love this song!”

“Dance with me.” Rhett said out of the blue as he stood up, holding his hand out in front of you.

“Hang on, let me finish my drink.”

Rhett swiped your glass from the table, drinking the last swig himself, though it was a bigger drink than he realized and the taste nearly burned as it went down his throat. Rhett pulled you to your feet, walking you to the nearly empty dance floor, and you saw all the pairs of eyes that made it their business to stare and watch your next move. The song still played, and your arms naturally found their way around each other’s bodies as you swayed to the beat.

“You gonna buy me another drink?” You teased, earning a chuckle from Rhett.

He searched your eyes, how bright they gleamed back at him and he swore he saw his whole future with you in them. The mere thought of it made him smile, “I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

“Oh, yeah? What if I wanted the moon?”

“Then you’ll have it.”

You brought yourself closer to Rhett, and laughed as you rest your head on his shoulder. It was still sore after being bucked off that stubborn bull tonight, but he didn’t care.

“So tell me about this rumor of yours,” you said. “What’s it about?”

“Me and you.”

You raised your head and lifted an eyebrow curiously. “Is that so?” You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t heard the whispers in the last week or two—Kate and Lyla probably had something to do with it, you were sure. The truth was it didn’t bother you. If people thought you and Rhett were together, let them think it. In reality, you loved the rumors. It almost felt like if people kept talking about it, somehow it would be true.

“Mmhmm,” Rhett twirled you around, then brought you closer to him than ever before. Your chests nearly pressed against each other, and you could’ve sworn his heartbeat was going just as fast as yours. Deep down, Rhett sensed you felt the same way about him as he did you. “What do you think about that?”

Leaning in, you whispered, “Let’s give them something to talk about.”

Rhett’s eyes landed on your full, cherry-colored lips, and paused as if he were thinking twice about it. You couldn’t wait any longer, and stood on your tip-toes to close the gap between you. His lips were soft and they felt like home. Even though it was the first time you kissed Rhett Abbott, the jitters in your stomach had settled a long time ago, like your soul had already been intertwined with his somehow. Kissing him felt comfortable, like you’d done it a million times before this, and it was almost as if this is the way it was supposed to be.

Whistles and hollers and claps startled you both, making you jump and knocking you off cloud nine. The noise came from Kate and Lyla who had found new seats with Perry. Perry handed what looked like a bill over to Lyla, who undoubtedly placed a bet over whether or not Rhett would kiss you. Rhett glanced over at his brother, who gave him a thumbs-up, and rolled his eyes playfully.

“What do you say, cowboy? This rumor true or what?”

The song was long over by now, but Rhett made sure this moment with you wasn’t, twirling you and slowly dancing to the beat you created together.

Rhett grinned and kissed the top of your head, “Damn right it’s true.”

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[mirimiramiri]

We found love...

“Prince Van Fanel. I hereby name you King of Fanelia and present you with the sacred insignia of power.” 

A sword, Hitomi thought in wonder as she stretched her neck to peer over the soldiers' heads. She had rather expected that the unfriendly boy, or rather, conceited prince, would take off the oversized helmet and someone would try to force a crown onto this bird's nest of black hair. On the other hand, the Tennō was also presented with the ancient sword of Japan. Apparently a coronation didn't always include a crown.  

She discreetly looked around at the warriors among whom she was kneeling. Everything seemed like she was visiting a museum. A museum the size of an entire city. 

The men looked like samurai; the rooms in the palace reminded of her grandparents' traditional-style house in the country. At the same time, no one wore a kimono and no one walked around on geta. The people, this prince (or now king) and the unfoundedly jealous girl with cat ears were more reminiscent of extras from a Central European historical drama flick. 

If only this was all a set-up, an incredibly elaborate prank at her expense like Hidden Camera. She would laugh it off graciously and hide the fact that she had already begun to doubt her sanity. 

Why did I end up here, she asked herself. Why for heaven’s sake? And when can I go home again? 

Her gaze wandered to the cloudless sky. She almost hoped to see that ray of light, like from a flying saucer, again. Which beamed her away, back to the sports field, back to Yukari and Amano. 

Was it that unfriendly Van‘s fault that she was here? After all, the pink stone from the dragon had started to glow just before she was ripped away from Earth's gravity. Had he done that on purpose? Hardly, as coldly as he had treated her after the nice wolfish grandpa had picked them both up. This rude Van guy clearly wasn't keen on her. At least he let her stay in his castle. But beyond that, he barely seemed interested in her. There were obviously a lot more important things right now, like this humble event at the moment and ruling over a kingdom later. 

Van had probably already forgotten about her. On the other hand, he had at least told his fencing master that she had helped him defeat the dragon. That wouldn't have been necessary. Nevertheless she was impressed by his honesty. 

She had finally understood that the fight against the dragon was a ritual, the success of which proved him to be a worthy heir to the throne. Was it against the rules to get help? But she was a little flattered by the way Vargas gave her a look of genuine gratitude while the cat girl cuddled the prince almost to the point of unconsciousness. 

Hitomi sighed softly. This scar-covered mountain of a man had given her his word of honor to find a way to send her home after the coronation. He looked scary, but spoke gentle and respectful. 

She couldn't wait to finally leave all this inexplicable weirdness behind…

Shouts reached her ears, getting louder and louder as the priest reeled off a monotonous speech to the Fanelian royal family tree. People began to turn around and the crowd became restless. 

What was going on, Hitomi wondered. In the distance, a thin column of black smoke seemed to rise into the sky. The priest had fallen silent. The new king, Van, had also turned around and appeared to be facing the city gate. She couldn't see the expression on his face beneath the huge helmet and behind the tangle of black strands. But somehow the atmosphere had changed. The crowd was nervous, small children began to cry and were hugged tightly by their mothers and fathers. The ceremony was interrupted and hardly anyone was paying attention to the important event. 

Then a fast rider appeared, forcing his way through the crowd and shouting, “We are under attack! The women and children go hide in the mountains, the men should take up arms! We must face the enemy!” 

Was this a drill, a show? But no one laughed, rather there were panicked shouts as the men around them jumped up and ran away in different directions. Hitomi stood up but stayed put. What should she do? She often had to make way for a samurai to avoid being run over. Nobody paid any attention to her. 

Nor, she noticed, on the newly crowned king. He stood apart, as ordered and uncollected, with the blue sword in his hands. He seemed lost, overwhelmed, and that left a bitter taste of fear on her tongue. Finally he started moving, running as best he could in the ceremonial armor to Vargas.

Hitomi could see the two briefly exchange a few words. Then, to her amazement, they both turned to stare at her for a second. Vargas then ran away and the boy dove towards her. He looked quite frightening in his white armor and flowing cloak. 

“You there!” he shouted. “Don’t stand around, come with me.” 

“What me?” Hitomi babbled confused as he grabbed her arm rather roughly and dragged her behind him. 

“Who else,” he grumbled. There was a slight metallic echo in his voice under the helmet, like a robot. He ruthlessly made his way through people. He paid them no attention, just as they paid him none. Some, soldiers, men of all ages, ran towards the tumult with their swords and lances drawn. The others in the opposite direction. Many carried small children or old people on their backs. Here and there someone was desperately calling out the names of friends or family members. 

Hitomi had never seen so much haunted fear on other people's faces. She tore herself away from the boy's grasp and followed him. "What's happening?" 

“What does it look like?! My country is being attacked!” As he ran, the boy grabbed the helmet and carelessly threw it away. The useless thing rolled over the cobblestones with a clatter. Then he sprinted to a small pedestal and picked up the stone on display that he had cut from the dragon's carcass. 

“Come now, stay close to me!” 

Attacked? Hitomi thought, but somehow she still didn't understand. She ran alongside him to the middle of the square. She saw the people who had excitedly attended the ceremony fleeing in all directions. Horrible noises could be heard in the distance and dark smoke, increasing in volume, rose ominously. "You there! Hold this!” the boy suddenly shouted and threw both his new sword and the pink stone at her. 

“Hey!” she complained, but caught both deftly. The dragon’s stone, the color of happy bubblegum, pulsed in her hand with a warm energy, as if it were still the heart of this horrible creature. It was scary in a way that's hard to describe, but not the least bit gross. Rather, it felt good in her hand. Just as if it enjoyed the touch of her skin.

The thing and the weapon together were surprisingly heavy and Hitomi panted as she ran, but managed to keep up with the boy. He was already starting to get rid of the annoying armor. To do this, he untied several ribbons. The breastplate and the cloak simply fell to the ground. Underneath he wore the simple red shirt and slim beige trousers again. 

Now he looked much less like a king, if not at all. 

“My name is Hitomi and not you there!” she snapped at him as he simply snatched the sword out of her hand and strapped it to his belt. 

“I have other things to worry about right now!” he hissed back. Nevertheless, he took the time to give her a stressed look. But there was more to it than that…fear coupled with fierce determination. Like yesterday, or was it the day before yesterday, when he killed a real-life mythical creature in front of her eyes. 

Side by side they rushed through the gate of the square building in the center of the courtyard. The boy - King Van - made a short, strange hand sign as they sprinted past the stone carving of a woman in warrior's outfit. Maybe a greeting, a small religious gesture that you had to take time for under all circumstances? 

They continued through a dark corridor. Hitomi followed her instinct rather than poor vision. Or even the quick breaths in front of her. <-- you can probably omit this. it doesn't flow well and just adds unnecessary context that feels out of place. 

Was that a bomb shelter? Then why did only the two of them flee here? Without warning, a vast, semi-subterranean chamber revealed itself before them. It was beautifully decorated, the walls full of colorful, mystical patterns. Partly covered in gold, like a subtle reference to the poor country's long lost wealth. 

Hitomi concluded from the excellent condition of the room that it must be an important, possibly sacred place. Fanelia did not appear to be a well situated country, but here they were not stingy with opulent decorations.

Was it a burial chamber? 

There were three coffin-shaped boxes standing next to each other back there. But the floor was particularly noticeable. Steep stairs led down to an angular pool. Several circles of metal slid into one another, looking like gears, all coordinated with one another. The colorful mosaic of a mechanical watch. A light shaft provided poor but atmospheric illumination. Countless grains of dust glittered in the few rays of sunlight. 

Speechless, as if she were a tourist in the Vatican, Hitomi took it all in. Van, however, was in a hurry. Without thanking her, he grabbed the stone and ran into the middle of the structure. Every step he took, every breath and every heartbeat was clearly audible. It was dead quiet here. The noise from outside was not allowed into this sacred site. 

Van pulled out his new sword. Even in the dim light here, the sharp blade shimmered. Then he intentionally cut his thumb. It had to be a deep wound because he was bleeding profusely and a considerable amount ran directly into the grooves of the stone. It disappeared into it like rain between the petals of a rose. Hitomi watched him spellbound. He didn't say a word, seemed absolutely sure of himself and his actions. 

Van raised his arm and Hitomi's gaze followed. A huge boulder hung from the ceiling. How strange, it seemed to be held by steel chains but at the same time floating independently. How did that work? What was the structure used for and why did they even flee here? 

Then she saw that his actions resulted in something that could only be described in one word: 

Magic. 

Just a moment ago the energist had been pretty, but dormant.

Nourished by the king's blood, it awoke to new life and shone brightly like a star fallen from heaven in his outstretched hand. Something similar had happened before. Just like in front of Sasuke Inari Shrine, when that light burst from the night sky, her running shoes suddenly just lifted off the ground and she was plucked from the Earth. 

Out of nowhere she was startled when the young king began to roar: “I am Van Fanel, King of Fanelia. My blood shall seal the pact with you in the fight against evil, Escaflowne!” 

An incantation, Hitomi was amazed, because there was no one here to whom he could speak. The marble ground vibrated slightly under her feet as if a weak earthquake were occurring. 

“The moment has come to awaken your spirits again, mighty dragon!” 

With that his magic was probably complete, because all of a sudden the colorful circles around him began to rotate. They turned smoothly against each other. As if they had always done it that way and would continue to do so for all eternity. 

Hitomi caught her breath. The spectacle was too strange and beautiful. Streams of air rose from the platform, shining like an upside-down waterfall of shooting stars. They enveloped the king's lanky form in his splendor until he faded into the shadow of a human being. 

Any average person would have fled by now. Not so the boy. Suddenly wild lightning danced around him, as if he was creating a small thunderstorm. Their origin were the wheels turning ever faster. The electrical discharges were aimed at the large rock on the ceiling. It broke like an egg under pressure. A deafening crack filled the air. The spell was broken, the seal lifted, and a power beyond what Hitomi dared imagine was unleashed. 

Freed from its cocoon, an oversized suit of knight's armor emerged into the open. The metal was a brilliant white. It appeared clumsy and light-footed at the same time and landed directly in front of its lord and master. Large blue marbles on the visor looked down at the fragile little humans, like insect eyes. Red and green heraldic symbols made of crystal glittered on the chest and helmet tip. The long purple cloak fluttered as the armor genuflected and bowed. 

The boy remained calm as if it was the most normal thing in the world. This despite the fact that the armor - Escaflowne - could easily trample him to death. He hurried towards it, the energist secure in his hand. His arrival was expected by Escaflowne like a savior in an emergency. 

It was time for blood and triumph. 

The armor had been caged, it’s might restrained for far too long.

Eager to be sent back into battle. To serve the cause. 

"So this is Escaflowne, like in my vision," Hitomi murmured. 

As in my vision of Escaflowne...

What followed next marked the end of a coronation in flames and the beginning of a long, long journey.

Note: Thanks to wonderful @eireanness to help translate this little snapshot from my ongoing fanfiction. I decided to not use the term "energist" here to often because it is Hitomi'POV and she only learns about them during that mine heist. The title might seem strange, but this was only the introduction to a longer chapter. The last thought of Hitomi really works better in English than in German.

#escaflowne fanfiction #escaflowne #vision of escaflowne #van x hitomi #tenkuu no escaflowne #escaflowne fanart #fanelia #van fanel #hitomi kanzaki

[ereardon]

A Place Like This [Chapter 3][Rhett Abbott x OC]

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

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 3.3K

Warning: Cursing, implied smut, violence

Series masterlist here

Rhett walked around in a daze, the memory of your lips on his haunting his every waking second. 

All he wanted to do was hop in his truck and drive into town, break down the door to your apartment above the bakery, pull you into his arms and feel your weight against him as he crashed his lips on yours. 

Instead, he was stuck mending a fence with Royal and Perry. 

“Shit, that’s too tight it’s going to snap,” Perry said, yanking on the fence chain to loosen it. “Rhett get your head out of your ass.” 

“Sorry,” Rhett grumbled under his breath, moving down a few paces to a different section of fence, thick gloves hindering his ability to be tactile as he tugged on the wire fencing. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Royal asked, furrowing his dark brow. “Been quiet all week. Worried about the ride tonight?” 

Rhett shook his head. “No.” 

“Then what is it son?” 

Rhett looked up at the sky. “Nothing’s going on.” 

Royal shook his head. “Go home. You’re just making it worse.” 

Rhett simply turned around, got on his horse and headed home. He couldn't tell them the truth. That he was daydreaming about a life with a woman he had met only a few days prior. 

A woman whose existence threatened their entire way of life. 

A woman who would ultimately bring doom to their small corner of the world. 

In the kitchen, Amy and Cecilia were busy setting the table. Rhett walked right past them without a greeting, head still lost in thought, and Cecilia ’s sharp voice stopped him dead near the stairs. “Rhett Abbott, we say hello to each other in this household.”

He turned around, sheepish. “Sorry Ma.” Amy looked up at him and he leaned forward, pulling her in for a hug. “Hey cutie.” She grinned. 

“Good. Now go wash up for dinner. Where’s your dad and Perry?” 

Rhett shrugged. “Still out in the pasture.” 

Later, at dinner, the table was silent, just the sound of forks scraping the plate, water glasses being slammed back on the formica tabletop. 

“Rhett?” Perry said. When his brother didn’t answer, he repeated, “Rhett?” 

Cecilia nudged his shoulder and Rhett looked up, confusion clouding his face. “What?” 

“What’s gotten into you?” Cecilia  asked. “Where is your head?” 

“Are you thinking about that girl?” Amy chirped before Rhett could choke out a response. He blushed and four pairs of eyes turned to him. 

“What girl?” Perry said. 

“The one we saw going into the bank,” Amy added and Rhett swore under his breath, grip tight on his fork. “With the high heels.” 

“That corporate girl?” Royal asked, voice filled with disdain. “What would you want with her?” 

“Better question is what would she want with him,” Perry muttered. 

Rhett slammed his fist on the table before standing. “Gotta go get ready for the ride.” 

***

Before you had stepped on Wyoming soul, you hadn’t known that bull riding was truly a sport people partook in, let alone some people’s profession. 

But somehow, after only a week in Wabang, you ended up at the rodeo on Friday night, chest cautiously but anxiously tight as you looked for Rhett’s name on the scoreboard. 

Curiosity killed the cat, or whatever. Despite your self-exercised rules, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since your dinner date. The way his blue eyes locked onto yours, how instinctual his protectiveness had come out when you told him about Luke. The simple and charming way he had held the door open for you. 

You hadn’t been lying when you told Luke you didn’t date on assignment. 

That was, you never wanted to. No one had ever sparked your interest enough. Until Rhett came around. 

You settled onto a metal bleacher seat, standing out in the crowd. It wasn’t hard to do in Wabang. Your presence as an outsider had become known, but the extent of the business with the town deal was still under wraps. Jerome Thompson, the Mayor, was still fighting the inevitable. You had at least another week until everyone and their second cousin knew what your real purpose in Wabang was. 

Rhett’s name was called on the loudspeaker and you felt your chest tighten. Without realizing it, your red nails were digging half moons into the flesh of your palms. 

You craned your neck around to see what was happening, and the sound of the metal gates crashing back as they flew open only served to exacerbate your anxiety. A wave of nausea sat in the pit of your stomach as you watched Rhett flail on the bull, one hand lifted confidently in the air. 

Around you, people began to rise as the timer on the screen ticked on. Every millisecond felt like a minute as you watched Rhett get whipped around in circles. You were amazed by the strength of his one arm that was gripping the saddle and finally when the buzzer went off, he slid from the bull, the crowd shouting in joy, as a few of the other attendants in the ring pulled Rhett off back to safety. 

You were out of your seat, jumping and hollering with the rest of the onlookers, and when you looked back down at the ring you clearly saw Rhett’s back as he gazed up at the flashing scoreboard, his name slotted at the very top. 

At the end of the night, you found yourself leaning up against the fence that held the bull stalls, Rhett walking carefully toward you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“Hey there,” you said softly once he was close enough to hear you. “Congrats.” 

He looked at you with soft eyes. “Thank you.” 

“My first rodeo,” you added. “Hell of a time.” 

Rhett stepped forward, leaning one arm above you so your back was pressed against the metal fence. You were aware of how tall he loomed, but it never once felt unsafe. In fact, you desperately, cloyingly ached for his hands on your body. To feel his soft lips brush yours, his calloused hands, stroke your waist, tug you in tightly, press his pelvis against yours, rock your lower half until you could feel him tenting beneath his thick jeans. 

“So you’re a real cowboy, huh?” you whispered. “Never met a cowboy before.” 

He moved closer until you could feel his warmth even without touching. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“There’s that ma’am thing again,” you murmured. 

“Sorry,” he grinned, one hand coming out and running over your bare arms. It sent a shiver down your spine. “Julia.” Your name on his lips was borderline sinful. You had never had someone say so little and have such a visceral impact on your body. Just a look from Rhett had you wobbling on weak knees. 

You reached out and grabbed his free hand in yours, folding your fingers around his near your waist. Rhett looked down at your intertwined hands, then back up at you. “I’m impressed,” you said and you meant it. 

He shook his head and you could tell he thought you were lying to stroke his ego. There was an air of self consciousness about him, beneath the hyper masculine aura. It was a layer beneath the surface, something borderline fragile. And even though you knew his body was all hard muscles and his hands were calloused from honest work and his voice was so rough it felt like sandpaper as it slid over your skin in the close quarters, you knew that beneath it lurked a type of fear.  

Your fingers tightened on his, and he looked up. “Rhett, I’m serious. I know it doesn’t mean anything because you barely know me, but I’m proud of you. Standing up there on the bleachers watching you? It was amazing.” 

An unreadable expression passed over Rhett’s handsome face. Finally, he gave you a smile. “Darlin’, you have no idea what that means to me.” 

The tension was thick, or maybe it was the humidity of the night. Either way, you stared at Rhett and he gazed back and the silence was comfortable, but you kept waiting for him to make the next move. 

“Why’d you come?” he asked, finally, voice gruff and low. You could feel it reverberate in your chest and abdomen. 

“Seems like the thing to do around here,” you replied softly. 

He tipped his head, waiting. 

“And to see you,” you added, blushing. 

Rhett reached out and stroked one finger down your cheek. “Can I take you for a drink?” 

You shook your head and watched his face fall, his fingers pulling back instantly. For a moment, Rhett Abbott crumbled and you had to immediately stretch out your fingers, press them to the tops of his tall shoulders. “Sorry, I just have something I need to do early in the morning. Can we do tomorrow instead?” 

His lips curled up in a smile and he nodded. “Yes, please. I’d like that very much.” 

You leaned forward and brushed your lips to his cheek, felt one of his hands slide down to your waist before you pulled away with a grin. “Goodnight, Rhett.” 

He watched you walk away, one hand shoved deep in his pocket, fingers balled together, trying to regulate his nervous system. It felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest. The little smile you shot him over your shoulder nearly sent him over the edge. 

He had the best ride of his life that night. And somehow it didn’t compare at all to the feeling of your lips on his cheek, your soft hips beneath his fingertips. He wanted you. All of you. 

And it clouded his ability to see clearly.

***

You sat on a stool at The Handsome Gambler nursing a gin and lime over ice, the glass quickly collecting condensation on the paper napkin. Every time the door swung open you looked up eagerly, waiting for Rhett. 

He was late. Finally living up to the cowboy name. 

After fifteen minutes, you were tired of the letdown of seeing it wasn’t Rhett at the door, so when the bell above chimed you simply took a hefty swig of your drink, purposefully avoiding disappointment. 

“Well hello there.” A chill ran down your spine as a familiar voice wafted through your ear. You looked up reluctantly, Luke Tillerson taking a seat next to you, slim thighs sliding dangerously close to your own as he leaned casually with one arm along the wooden bar. “Julia.” 

Your name on his lips felt like poison. “Luke,” you said quietly, fingers starting to shake on the glass. The memory of how his fingers had gripped your wrist clung to your nerves, putting you on edge. “How are you?”

“Be better if I could buy you a second drink,” he murmured, leaning in closer. His breath was acidic and you wanted to wince but you knew that he would be the type of man who just might consider slamming your head against the bar if you did. Without waiting for you to answer, he nodded at the bartender. “Double Buffalo Trace, and whatever my girl here is having.” 

“She’s not your girl.” Rhett’s voice growled from behind you. 

Luke’s eyes slid from yours, the smile wiped from his angular face. You hadn’t realized it, but his hand was on your thigh. When you turned around, Rhett’s gaze was locked on Luke’s hand before he moved it up to stare daggers into the man’s eyes. “What do you want, Abbott?” Luke sneered. “Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?” 

“Not anymore,” Rhett said matter-of-factly. “I’m going to ask you nicely to slide off that seat, pay for your drink, and take it anywhere else in the fucking bar.” 

Luke let out a laugh so sharp you could have sworn it rattled the ice in your drink. “Get lost, Abbott. Girl like Julia here wants nothing to do with you. Why don’t you go find Maria, give her some mediocre sex?”

You didn’t see Rhett’s hand until it was too late. Until his taunt fist, veins throbbingly visible beneath tanned skin, made contact with Luke’s nose. The loud crunch of cartilage wedging itself into a new position. The unmistakable sound of a skull hitting the ground as Luke tumbled from his chair, his hand ripped from your thigh, his arms spread out as he splattered across the ground with a groan. 

Luke hauled himself to his feet, stumbling toward Rhett who was glaring darkly, swinging and missing as Rhett landed another punch on his jaw. Luke rebounded more quickly than the first time, clipping Rhett over the eyebrow and he stumbled back into the arms of another man who had stood up, likely to try to ease the tension. 

But as Rhett lunged forward, he and Luke were caught in each other’s arms, wrestling to the ground and you couldn’t tell what arm belonged to who, and who was winning. 

There was shouting and commotion and before you knew it you were on your feet, following Rhett outside where the bartender had dragged him, a small crowd circled around Luke on the ground. 

“Fuck!” Rhett swore, shaking out his hand and pacing in a tight circle on the pavement outside the bar. 

Inside, you watched Luke stand up with the help of two men, blood running down his face. Rhett stood, angrily watching through the glass door. “Rhett?” 

He didn’t answer, simply continued to glare at Luke as other bar patrons helped him find his footing. 

“Rhett,” you repeated, louder this time, and he finally swung his gaze to meet yours. “Come on.”

You motioned for him to follow you and to your surprise he acquiesced, falling into step behind you. Rhett followed you as you unlocked the door to the apartment. You pointed at him to take a seat on the couch in the living room, and he sat down in a daze as you went into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later with a warm, damp washcloth, a few tubes of ointment. He didn’t say a word as you stood straddling his leg, bending over and carefully dabbing the blood that was rapidly drying on his forehead. There was a cut about an inch across heading straight north from his eyebrow and Rhett winced as you dabbed rubbing alcohol on it. 

“Chicken,” you murmured and he chuckled beneath you. One of his hands found your thigh and when you looked down you spotted blood on his knuckles. You reached down and tugged the hand toward you, cleaning it off before letting it go. His fingers found your leg again seamlessly. 

“Julia.” Rhett’s voice was rough and low. “I don’t want you to think I’m that kind of guy.”

“What guy?” you asked, settling next to him on the couch. 

He shook his head. “That guy out there. The kind of guy who gets in bar fights and throws a punch because it’s easier than tryin’ to talk sense into someone.” 

“I hate to break it to you, Rhett, but I don’t just think you are that guy. You are that guy.”

Rhett’s fingers clung to your knee. “I was that guy. I, fuck, I try not to be anymore. But then I walked in and I saw Luke with his hands on you and I just—” He took a deep breath halfway through the sentence, cutting himself off. You felt each individual fingertip pressing into your flesh and you knew there could be bruises the next day. 

“I’m not some helpless idiot who needs to be saved,” you said and Rhett looked up with scared eyes. 

“Shit, Julia, no, I didn't mean–” 

You shook your head. “I know you didn’t mean it like that. And I appreciate you telling him off. But I just need you to know that I have spent thirty years defending myself. I can do it against a fucking human buttwipe like Luke Tillerson all by myself.” 

Rhett looked at you and then chuckled and it was so hearty and warm that you found yourself laughing too, bent over, hair spilling into his lap. When you righted yourself, Rhett was staring at you. He had a way of making you feel like the only person who ever existed. 

“How do you feel?” you whispered softly. 

“I’m fine,” he murmured. “I’m sorry I was late. Amy asked me to help her with something for school and I got caught up.” 

“Who is Amy?” 

“Oh, my niece.” The way he spoke about her was soft, sensitive. There was a tenderness in her voice. “She’s nine.” 

“Didn’t know you had a niece.” 

Rhett smirked. “I don’t know anything about you either, darlin’. You’re a closed book.” 

“What do you want to know?” 

“Why you’re here,” he said and you smiled. “But I know you won’t tell me. So why don’t we start with why you don’t date on assignment.” 

“You caught that, huh? It’s just that a job like mine isn’t normal,” you said, drawing your knees up on the couch cushion. “I travel nine months out of the year. I live out of a suitcase. I’m a nomad, essentially. And my job, well, it doesn’t make me the most popular person in town. In fact, by next week I’m sure I’ll be persona non grata here.” 

“Then why do you do it?” There was no judgment in his tone. It was genuine curiosity. 

“Because I’m good at it,” you said after thinking for a moment. “It’s one thing I am really good at, separating my personal feelings toward something from the business benefits. I tend to see things really black and white. It’s not helpful in relationships or discussing literature, but it helps in finance.” 

“What’s the biggest deal you’ve ever helped with?” 

“A few years ago, a telecoms giant wanted to acquire their competitor in Singapore and create a global conglomerate. Everyone was already in. The C-suite, the boards, even the government on the Singapore side. And then they called us. Asked us to do the last minute due diligence checks because their legal teams were swamped in another deal. The day before the contract went to sign, I turned in my assessment. I said it was risky because their balance sheet and growth projections didn’t match what the client was looking for from an Asia partner. They pulled out. A year later, the company they almost bought went under investigation for fraud and improper investor reporting. They filed Chapter 11.” You paused. “We saved them eighty billion dollars.” 

“Holy shit,” Rhett whispered and you saw him run his hands through his hair. “The hell are you doing here with me then?”

“Good question cowboy.” 

When he didn’t laugh, you nudged him with your outstretched foot. He instinctively took both of your feet into his lap, working his rough thumbs into the balls of your feet and you leaned back with moans spilling out of your lips involuntarily. 

“Fuck that feels amazing.” 

He pressed harder, kneading upward, and you practically spewed pornographic groans into the small expanse of the living room. Rhett’s eyes lingered on your throat and your face as you lifted your head to face him, a blush creeping down your chest. 

“Sorry,” you whispered. 

Rhett shook his head. “Never apologize for making sounds that beautiful when I touch you.” 

His fingers slipped from your feet as you pushed yourself up to kneeling, crawling closer until your lips were only a few inches apart. “Stay?” you asked softly. “I feel like I’m just getting to crack the surface and finally know you.” 

Rhett’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “Of course I’ll stay, princess.” 

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[suzuki-ecstar]

cota photo dump pt. 1

just remembered that this is allegedly a motogp blog and i should probably share the photos i took at cota!

i'm a big film photography nerd, so of course i had to bring my camera to the race. realistically, i wasn't going to get good pictures of the bikes—too many fences in the way, no zoom lens, etc. instead, i tried to focus on the human element and my experience at the track.

i hope these are somewhat interesting to you guys, here goes -

the observatory tower is by far the most recognizable landmark at the track. cota is a huge place with rollercoaster rides and an amphitheater, but wherever you go, you can always see the tower looming in the distance.

don't have much to say here other than the fact i was pleasantly surprised that my grandpa-like reflexes + 40-year-old camera timed this shot correctly. i like how the bike is framed inside the marshal's booth :)

on saturday, there was a q&a session that was sparsely attended, so i got these close-ups of the riders (apologies for the blurriness—that’s film babeyy)

it was kinda funny the way the interviewer kept asking them about texas barbecue and all the riders were like "...i'm eating oatmeal and plain pasta."

zarco brought up the fact that he was unhappy about the increased number of fan events at the fan event, which honestly, fair play to him. and fabio said he hopes fans will stop asking him for his gear, bc he likes to break in his gloves over the course of the season and he can't do that when he’s giving them away 😔

i can't remember much else about the q&a other than the riders blatantly pandering (namedropping mcdonald's, etc) and us gobbling it up.

sadly, both jorge and joan were scheduled to attend but ended up dropping out.

once quali or race sessions have finished for the day, it clears out pretty quickly. between the big texas clouds in the background and the empty facilities, cota after hours is half-peaceful, half-haunting. i wandered around taking pictures until the staff (politely) kicked me out.

anyways that’s all the photos i’ve edited so far, i’ll make a separate post for sunday’s podium celebrations.

#readme.txt #motogp

[sam-glade]

15 Questions Tag (OC edition)

Tagged by the lovely @meerawrites here and @void-botanist here. Thank you both💜

I'm leaving it as an open tag.

I've done it for Anthea and Erya, and also Rilna, so let's go with... Ianim and Gullin? I think it's more fun doing it in pairs.

The list of questions is at the bottom.

You meet with them in Gullin Greenbird's spacious quarters, hiding your surprise at how easy it was to arrange the meeting. The Prince Successor didn't have any reservations about it either.

Gullin's orderly serves you a refreshing, chilled white wine and leaves you be. You take an armchair, while the two Swords sit side by side on the settee - Gullin lounging comfortably with his arm stretched over the settee's back, and Ianim sitting more primly, while still at ease.

Are you named after anyone?

Gullin snorts.

"No idea." He eyes Ianim, belatedly remembering that the prince should technically speak first. Ianim doesn't look offended.

"No, I'm the second child, so my name doesn't need to follow any patterns, and I didn't feel the need to pick a name different to the one my guardians used to call me when I was a child," he says.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Gullin fails at containing a wry smile. He nods towards Ianim and says:

"He was reading late into the night again, and he was sobbing over a book."

Ianim shoots him an unhappy look.

3. Do you have kids?

"Maybe one day," Ianim says softly.

Gullin shrugs and shakes his head.

"Elements, can you really picture me with kids?"

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Ianim looks pointedly at his friend.

"I certainly don't do it as often as someone."

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Gullin's lips twist in a wry smile. Ianim pokes him in the side before he says a word.

"Behave," he hisses before addressing you: "I'm not sure if it's the first thing I notice, but I try to pay attention to how honest they are."

Gullin mutters under his breath.

"Their looks," he answers eventually.

6. What's your eye colour?

Gullin speaks first:

"I claim it's brown. Someone claims it's green."

Ianim shrugs easily.

"It depends on the light," he says with a sidelong look. "My eyes are blue."

Gullin confirms with a nod.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings," Ianim says immediately.

Gullin waves his hand.

"Nah, I'd rather pick a scary movie. It's more fun."

8. Any special talents?

Gullin turns to his friend, overly curious. Ianim glances at him sheepishly.

"I guess I know the way of the Winged Riders, if that counts?" Encouraged by your questioning hum, Ianim elaborates: "I can ride across the skies, like the Winged Riders in the old tales. It's... it just takes some practice, but it's a skill that can be learnt."

Gullin rewards his answer with a grin.

"As for my talents, where do I start?"

You just about catch Ianim muttering:

"Humility is certainly not one of them."

9. Where were you born?

Ianim hunches his shoulders, and his smile falters.

"Ianim - at the greathouse. I'm from the City of Light," Gullin answers for both of them.

10. What are your hobbies?

"Gullin, please don't answer this one," Ianim says quickly. "I enjoy reading. And music."

Gullin looks at him like a puppy that's been denied a treat.

"I was gonna say: sparring, with the Heavy Infantry. What did you expect?"

Ianim's blush is hard to miss.

11. Have you any pets?

Ianim perks up.

"I've got a horse. His name is Cloud, and he was sired by Grandfather's Ray, his Sword Spirit."

Gullin listens to his ramble with a small smile. When you look at him questioningly, he just shakes his head.

12. What sports do you practice?

"Vaulting and horseback fencing," Ianim answers immediately.

"Don't really have time for sports," Gullin drawls.

13. How tall are you?

"5'10, 5'11, thereabout?" Gullin wagers.

"5'9, I think," Ianim says.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Ianim answers first:

"I always enjoyed literature, but I think it was in part because I had so much prior knowledge. I'm afraid the same goes for almost all other subjects at the Academy. It felt nice to be good enough at something, you know?"

Gullin rests a hand on his shoulder for reassurance.

"For me it was engineering. Mind you, I'm crap at actually making the stuff, but learning about it was fun."

15. Dream job?

Ianim chuckles.

"Anthropologist," he admits, then notices Gullin's frown of confusion. "I believe it would involve a fair bit of travelling and talking to people about their lives. It sounds nice."

Gullin accepts that with a shrug.

"I honestly don't know. I'm fine with what I do. It pays enough to have some fun in the evenings, and it's something I can brag about."

Days of Dusk taglist (please message me to +/-): @acertainmoshke @another-white-hole @poetinprose

List of questions below:

Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

3. Do you have kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

6. What's your eye colour?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

8. Any special talents?

9. Where were you born?

10. What are your hobbies?

11. Have you any pets?

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

13. How tall are you?

14. Favourite subject in school?

15. Dream job?

#15 oc questions #get to know my oc tag #tag game #writeblr #writeblr tag game #gullin #Ianim #days of dusk

[agentravensong]

three observations / thoughts from reading the editorial notes in my new physical copy of Hamlet (the pelican edition, edited by a. r. braunmuller):

1. There's this bit from Act 2 Scene 2 where Hamlet is telling Ros and Guil about how he's depressed, how all the beautiful things in the world mean nothing to him. The thing that stuck out to me on this flip-through was the highlighted line and associated footnote below:

If we go with what is "traditionally supposed" as canon, then, it makes this line one of the most direct fourth-wall breaks in the whole show (that isn't a narrative device i.e. the soliloquies), because it implies that Hamlet sees the literal ceiling of the theater the play is being performed in.

You could just say that the golden fire refers to the real stars and such, making the "roof" metaphorical... but that's less fun.

2. There are a lot of bird allusions and metaphors in this play. Not just the “special providence in the fall of a sparrow” line that seems to haunt me specifically, but a lot of times that people are compared to birds.

marcellus calling for hamlet like how a falconer would apparently call a hawk in act 1 scene 5 when he's left on the battlements after the ghost disappears ("Illo ho ho, my lord!")

woodcocks (foolish birds) caught in springs (traps) (see polonius in act 1 scene 3 (talking about hamlet or ophelia, i think?), and laertes once he starts dying)

knowing a hawk from a handsaw, a spy from a true friend (act 2 scene 2) (according to the book "handsaw" is also supposed to sound like "hernshaw", a type of heron)

"it cannot be but i am pigeon-livered" (also act 2 scene 2)

cladius' limed soul (act 3 scene 4), "limed" apparently referencing birdlime, a gluey material used to snare birds

osric, the "lapwing" who "runs away with the shell on his head", comparing him to a freshly hatched baby bird

and at least one or two more that are currently slipping my mind.

Now, I’m relatively new to analyzing Shakespeare's works in this depth, so maybe this is a trademark in all his stuff, or maybe it was just common at the time; maybe it isn’t meant to be a pattern.

But amongst all those lines, I read this (part of Hamlet talking to Horatio after the play-within-a-play, leading up to him bragging to Horatio that he could definitely get a whole share in an actors' company):

And, given how meta Hamlet is as a play (see section 1/3 of this post)… perhaps this line, as unemphasized as it is, is meant to re-contextualize the rest of those bird references as pointing out / reminding us that all the characters are actors? Both in the literal meta sense and also the thematic “every character is playing a role for others and engaging in varying levels of deceit” sense?

Again, it’s possible I’m giving this more weight than it’s due because of my lack of context, but. It’s an interesting possibility, at least.

3. Okay, this last one is just funny. Remember when Laertes and Claudius are just beginning to brainstorm how they’ll eliminate Hamlet in the last scene of Act 4, and Claudius alludes to some skill of Laertes’ (fencing) that someone else has been spreading the word about? Do you remember who that someone was?

Well, the thing about this noted excellent horse-rider is…

Obviously, the only conclusion to draw from this is that the guy talking up Laertes’ fencing prowess is the literal Grim Reaper, setting things in motion for the fated fatal duel, and neither Claudius nor Laertes had the thought that taking such inspiration from a guy named as such might lead to an unfavorable end. Good job, you two.

#hamlet #a bonus small thing that almost certainly is just a coincidence but one that appeals to me: #the two major theaters shakespeare's plays were performed in at his time were the rose (first) and (then) the globe #r and g. ros and guil. :) #(espec cause rosen = rose and guil = guilded like the globe's roof)

[42bakery]

Some journalist said that unfortunately pedro wasn't able to ride the bike he used all weekend and this certainly had an impact, then between the bad start and the pain in his hand. there wasn’t a lot he could do, luckily he managed to recover from p18 to p10 tho

Hi anon 👋👋👋👋

Just a question, why send me this? I don't really like Acosta that much. I just like that he has come and shaken the things up and is terrorizing the grid. I also like his lack of filter, but other wise I don't like him and I would prefer if you all stop putting him in my inbox.

Now about what you are saying, he destroyed 1 bike after the crash he had in WUP. He himself confirmed that the mechanics had only 1.5 hours to rebuild an entire bike, and just for the record a change setup can take from 4 up to 6 hours, so what they did it was a miracle. Pedro also said it wasn't his team alone, it was possible thanks to Augusto's and Daniel's, the test team, too. So a round of applause for those mechanics/engineers that did a miracle.

He had a fucking monstrous crash and Lorenzo and Pol, both ex-MotoGP riders, said that was a high speed and a proper MotoGP crash. It was his first strong crash. He was shaken to the core by that. So a good result. But as I said I don't care. I also think he shouldn't have raced because he is probably in pain after the way he hit the air-fence

So I politely ask no one send me more Pedro content unless it's because he's being a cunt or it's linked to the SpeedUP boys.

Hope you are having a good day

#Ask #Anon's tag #MotoGP #Spanish GP 2024 #Gran Premio Estrella Galicia 0.0 de España #Pedro Acosta #Why I have people talking about Acosta in my inbox #I thought it was clear I just want cunt!Acosta not regular one

[yourlocalwriterandreader3451]

The Runt - Billy the Kid

Warnings: gunshots, Jesse Evans existing is his own trigger warning

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning Laurie was sitting on the fence of the small horse pen, watching a few of the guys play baseball as Artax stood by her, gently nuzzling her with a nicker. His brown eyes were still the softest and kindest looking things Laurie had ever laid her eyes on, she believed that this horse truly understood her, knew how she was feeling. Her arm was feeling better, it just hurt a lot whenever she moved it a certain way and she needed to change the bandage every now and then, but she was okay, mostly.

A gunshot sounded from the top of the hill, catching everyone’s attention and causing Laurie to jump and fall backwards, falling right in front of Artax with a grunt as all the guys rushed over to the fence, grabbing their own rifles before taking aim at a few riders trotting down the hill. Billy made sure he was deliberately standing in front of Laurie to make sure she was shielded from any crossfire if this was an attack.

“Jesse, it’s me, Baker!,” one of the riders called as he and his buddy came trotting over on their horses, Laurie immediately identified both of the horses as mustangs. 

“Hold your fire, hold your fire!,” Jesse demanded, making everyone lower their guns as Laurie climbed back over the fence. She was curious as to what was going on but she was also wary, she didn’t know these unfamiliar men. Jesse walked over to the man as he and his friends pulled their horses to a stop. “Fellas, allow me to introduce you to a very old friend of mine, Frank Baker.”

Artax pinned his ears as he snorted, pawing at the ground from the pn, he clearly didn’t like this Frank Baker guy, and if Artax didn’t trust somebody, Laurie didn’t either. The teenager stuck close to Billy, eying Frank like a spooked doe.

“Sure am happy to see all of you. Me and Jesse go back a while,” Frank said, “Always talked about going into business together. That’s why I’m here.” His eyes landed on Laurie. “Didn’t know you guys were accepting runt girls now, too.”

Laurie looked at the ground. Great, another person in my life to call me that, the young teenager thought. Billy shot Frank a look, oh, if only looks could kill. Frank seemed to completely ignore Billy’s glare and he continued to speak, “We have an opportunity for you boys, and girl, opportunity to make a great deal of money, as well as have some fun.” 

Frank sat up from his horse as his little business offer continued. “You know, I know you need to quit this place. I read the papers. And I also think that you need the money to put some meat on that kid’s bones, too.” His gaze averted to Billy, who was standing next to Laurie and often looking at her to check in and see if she was okay. “I understand that you’ve got William Bonney here with you.”

“Yeah, I’m here,” Billy confirmed, looking back at Frank. “And that ‘runt’ as you call her has a name, it’s Laurie.”

Frank tied his reins to his saddle horn and dismounted, removing his riding gloves as he slowly approached Billy, who instinctively tucked Laurie behind him, keeping his blue eyes trained on Frank. 

“It sure is a real pleasure to meet you,” Frank said as he shook hands with Billy, “We’ve all heard a lot about you. It’s my understanding that the kid behind you has been your travel buddy.”

Billy didn’t say anything as Jesse glanced over at the interaction and Laurie could tell he wasn’t really happy. But she couldn’t figure out why exactly he seemed upset. Her train of thought was interrupted, however, after Jesse suggested that they go inside. However, Laurie didn’t follow, instead, she turned back to where Artax stood. The young stud seemed antsy, snorting and pawing at the ground, pretty much chomping at the non-existent bit in his mouth. Something was really bothering the quarter horse, Laurie wasn’t sure what it was, but whatever it was, it was something bad. 

A/N:

Super short chapter, sorry!

I haven't updated in a while omfg

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[july-19th-club]

merlin canon divergence from "queen of hearts" where arthur successfully leaves the city with gwen BEFORE uther finds the fake enchantment bag and becomes convinced he's enspelled, or, when the confrontation goes down and uther tries to have gwen burned as a witch and arthur tries to renounce his claim, he then basically strong-arms his way out of the throne room with gwen - and he and gwen and merlin (who's going with them out of loyalty to two friends, since arthur legally can't tell him what to do now that he's not prince anymore) leave for ealdor, because it's the only place they know of to go. for the first week or so they're shell-shocked and angry and at loose ends but when they're able to settle in a bit they find themselves arguing less and being free-er with affection. gwen teases arthur a bit - looks like you got that farm sooner than you thought. merlin teases both of them - it's not even his farm, it's the one next to hunith's that's been abandoned for six months after old man eadwulf died. gwen and merlin don't do ALL the work, but in the beginning they wind up doing a fair bit of it since arthur's ideas of helping are pretty inept. but he's nothing if not Good At Training, and he takes his need to be physical out on the garden and the thatch roof and the ditch digging and the fence-building and eventually he's good at it. regretting your reduced circumstances? they ask him every so often. he looks up and leans on his spade and says, not yet. after a while camelot gets word of where they've gone and uther starts sending riders out to try to convince arthur to come back but he always just happens to be very engaged in some kind of chore that makes it impossible for him to hear them, sorry, you'll have to speak up, it's the - yeah, the wood has to be stacked, leon, you wouldn't get it, yes, it's going to be me throwing things loudly into piles for the next hour, maybe all afternoon. best not stick around, somebody might want you on patrol bye now. take care. say hi to morgana

and morgana does get the throne but arthur never even realizes she was being evil about it and once she has it she's like wow. i feel all cathartic and relieved. probably just going to legalize magic and get to work now, lots to get done, no time to smirk with hidden glee and undermine all my friends' chances at happiness. she often goes to visit them and they're always happy to see her and they come up to the citadel once or twice a year to have a little feast and then go back to the farm

#merlin #q