Jewel

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Get to know the writer

Hi I’m Jewel, I love writing fanfics! I used to be on Wattpad but switched over to tumble instead because it’s superior and has a much better community.

I mostly write fanfics for Bucky Barnes but might post some for other characters sometimes <3 I do requests! It may take me a while to get motivation or find time to write them but I will at some point! I don’t write smut, and I don’t write anything that could trigger someone.

[delopsia]

The Mockingbird & The Crow Do not repost

[bobfloydsbabe]

heartbeat | rhett abbott x oc | a linger blurb

SUMMARY: Lou has news to share with Rhett

WARNINGS: pregnancy

WORD COUNT: 740

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A/N: I word vomited this last night and decided to share it even though it's waaaaay down the timeline of the actual fic. I'm adding everyone on the official Linger taglist, as well as the people who showed interest earlier. Enjoy!

“Rhett?”

“Yeah?” he answers without turning around from where he stands at the sink, washing their mugs from earlier that morning.

Lou wrings her hands, heart beating wildly in her chest. “I have to tell you something.”

She watches his shoulders tense, his entire body going rigid. He reaches for a dish towel, drying his hands as he turns around to face her. His expression is stony, his eyes hard, and his mouth is a straight line. Lou’s stomach clenches and she feels sick.

“What’s going on?”

Tears prickle in her eyes. She can tell Rhett is primed for bad news, maybe even betrayal–so used to being put aside for the sake of others. “Will you sit?”

Putting the dish towel down, he crosses the room and sits on the couch. Lou sits on the coffee table, facing him, their knees bumping against each other, making her chuckle. She peers up at him, hoping to see the tension gone from his shoulders, but no such luck.

She opens her mouth, but Rhett beats her to it.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Lou flinches, drawing back. “What?” It’s like a gut punch and the word sounds breathless.

He keeps going. “I know this isn’t the life you wanted, but we can do something else. We can leave Wabang, just don’t leave me–”

To make her usually quiet and gruff cowboy stop talking, she places her palms on either side of his face, pulls him to her and kisses him. 

His shock is palpable from the way he freezes, but he recovers quickly, and kisses her back with a fervor that reminds her of their first kiss. His hands cradle her neck, move into her hair, and she holds onto the front of his t-shirt like her life depends on it, keeping him close.

Out of breath, she pulls away and stares into those bright blue eyes she loves so much.

“I’m not breaking up with you,” she whispers, giving his lips another quick peck.

“Good,” he says, voice rumbling and finally the corners of his mouth turn up. “You scared me.”

Her heart aches for him. He’s so used to being pushed aside for the sake of others and their needs that he’s terrified of people leaving. If Lou could go back in time and convince little Rhett that he deserves to take up space, that he’s loved and cared for, she would do it without a second thought.

“I’m sorry,” she tells him. “Can I tell you the thing now?”

He chuckles, pecking her lips. She takes that as a yes.

She leans back, reaching around to the back pocket of her jeans, and hands Rhett the stick with a very clear message on it. He takes it from her with an adorable furrow between his brows. Flipping it over, his eyes dart to the little display immediately. 

His eyes grow to the size of teacups as his head whips up. “You’re pregnant?”

His voice is small, serious but anxious, and Lou doesn’t blame him for that. It’s a lot to process, and completely unexpected. Unplanned too.

“I am,” she confirms. “Dr. Bailey thinks I’m about 10 weeks along.”

He looks down at the test again, running his thumb over the display that clearly tells him it’s real. PREGNANT.

He’s so still that Lou almost thinks he’s having a stroke, but then a drop falls on his hand and she realizes he’s crying. Reaching for his hands, she brings them into her lap and it looks comical with her much smaller ones holding his.

“Rhett,” she says. “Please say something.”

He lifts his head then, tears trickling down his cheeks. “We’re gonna need a bigger place.”

Lou laughs. He’s not wrong. She takes the test out of his hand, puts it down on the table next to her, and crawls into his lap, her thighs on either side of his. Snaking her arms around his neck, her fingers play with the wavy ends of the hair at his nape. 

“Tell me you’re happy about this,” she whispers, pulse racing.

“Darlin’, these are happy tears,” he tells her matter-of-factly as his big, warm hands land on her hips. “Can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby.”

One hand slides to her belly where a new life is growing, half Rhett and half Lou. All love.

“I love you,” she says, leaning her forehead against his. “You’re gonna be an amazing dad.”

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[berry-blueberry]

Absolutely adorable ❤️❤️❤️

[exqviseit-deactivated20220315]

Ok enough. Whats everyone’s heights. I want to make fun.

[majestyeverlasting]

A Little Less Restless

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (friends to lovers)

Summary: As Bucky finds himself within the still familiarity of Brooklyn, he comes to realize that he deserves nice things. And, most of all, that he deserves you.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I haven't posted any new writing in a bit, and it feels good to be resolving that (yay me). Please enjoy this piece I wrote today. Lot's of fluff and very obvious feelings. It's been a while since I wrote something for him. <3

Three knocks sound on Bucky’s front door as his reflection stares back at him in the bathroom. He's leaning close to the mirror in careful criticism. Enough to see the green flecks in his irises. The freckles on his cheeks from being in the sun. The pricks of hair making up his scruff. Then he eases back and squares his shoulders. They fall after he releases a breath. 

He prays he doesn’t look as restless as he feels. 

The smile you give him when he answers the door carries a warmth he isn’t sure he deserves. But he takes it because that’s all he can do. Enjoy it like a man who’s been cold his whole life. By some miracle, he feels himself smiling back in that small, weighted way of his. It was a trade off of sorts, and now you’re even. No outstanding debts. 

He motions you inside with a soft please, and you study him once you’re in the foyer. In the few seconds that you’re silently observing, Bucky wishes he knew exactly why. As tender as your gaze is, heat was already rising to his cheeks. But like everything else when it comes to you, he takes it. Looks right back at you shyly, pushes his hands into his pockets, and waits. 

“Your hair’s shorter,” you finally say, smile growing wider. “Did you cut it?” 

“Cut it,” he repeats like a question, hands moving to run through it. The previous night creeps back to the forefront of his mind. 

When he’d gone for a walk to get some air and inadvertently found himself being drawn in by the red, white, and blue barber’s pole spiraling on the next block. It’d been ages since he’d gone to a professional, but walking inside to the faint scent of tobacco and aftershave made him feel as though he’d never stopped. 

“Mhm,” you hum, certain. 

The stumped look on his face vanishes like it was never supposed to be there. “I went and got it trimmed at a place called Ricky’s last night.” 

“And you forgot that quickly?” Next thing he knows, you’re wrapping him in an embrace, peeking up at him after a few seconds, “I’m teasing.” 

He squeezes you back tighter. 

It’s you who eventually pulls away, and he finds himself trailing you as you venture deeper into his apartment, eyes roving thoughtfully. A coffee table now complements the couch in the living room. The walls are no longer bare. At long last, the space was beginning to look more like a home. 

For the longest time, Bucky had only seen it as a place to rest his head after countless assignments that took him miles away. It didn’t need to be anything special, or so he thought. One of the first things you told him upon coming into his life was that he needed a constant. A place to come back to that he could make his own. That was his. He’d spent so much of his life serving other people and belonging to other people that he was finally learning what it meant to be his own. 

It was exhausting not being halfway across the world with a task to busy his mind. Brooklyn was still in comparison. A place where he could recognize street names, faces, point out buildings that used to be something else when he was a kid. And now there was you, who made being stateside worthwhile in a way he didn’t think was possible. He realized then, how much he’d deprived himself of meaningful connections outside of work. 

“It looks great in here, Buck. What’d I tell you?” Your earnesty is genuine. Makes him, as old and borderline cynical as he is, feel special. “You’re gonna have to start inviting me over more.” You shoot him a wink, and he freezes because of the weight of the implication. If you notice, you don’t say anything. 

A few months ago you’d been strangers crossing paths. Then acquaintances. Now friends who cared about each other a whole awful lot. Only, it was more obvious on your end. He kept most of his sentiments guarded, not yet ready for them to bleed out like an open wound. It didn’t help that you were always wielding a knife, coming closer and closer to cut through the wall he built around himself. 

“You can come over whenever you want,” he says. “I’m always here.” 

“When you’re not on assignment,” you add. “And I know. I just don’t want to scare you away.” 

Bucky frowns at the suggestion, but his lips eventually turn up. “Good thing you’re not a scary person,” he says, counting on earning a laugh. Something. 

And you do, right before shaking your head. “I’m serious.” 

“You couldn’t scare me away,” he assures. 

You nod slowly. “So how’ve you been?” There’s something else lingering on the tip of your tongue, so he waits it out. It ends up punching him right in the gut. “You look…I don’t know.” 

It hadn’t been all too long since he’d come back from Morocco. Only a week. And it would be a while before he was sent out anywhere else. His mind was in the constant process of drifting to the type of thoughts all men sifted through when they have nothing but time. Those regarding purpose, belonging, and meaning. Not to a deep, crippling degree, but enough to make him want to spring into some sort of action. Find something to indulge in that wasn’t saving the world. 

Bucky swallows and shifts his weight. “Restless,” he offers. “Didn’t think you’d notice.” 

“I’ll always notice.” Silence stretches between the two of you and a siren wails in the distance. “Maybe we can go out tonight, just you and me. Is that something you’d wanna do?” The question sounds shy. 

What you didn’t know quite yet is that he’d probably do just about anything if it was with you. 

***

At the end of the night, it’s Bucky who pulls out his card and pays for dinner. Not even giving you the chance to think about digging into your purse. As an old tune continues playing overhead, your grateful eyes sparkle at him from across the table. 

Neither of you had dined here before. It’s one of the places Bucky said used to go by a different name and was run by a different family, Italians. You liked listening to him talk about what once was because it made you realize just how much he knew. Just how thoughtful and reverent he was when it came to the good memories he had. 

Being listened to so intently was new for him. But he enjoyed it. Especially when you’d ask questions or bring up a point he made further back in the conversation. By the time the waiter comes back around with his card and his copy of the receipt, the two of you are basking in the memory of the evening and thinking about what the rest of the night may hold. 

“This was really nice,” he says, folding his napkin and setting it aside on the table. Then his expression becomes consumed by a certain solemness. “I don’t know how well it comes across, but I need you to know that I appreciate you. A lot.”

Your heart nearly bursts. “I know, Bucky,” you promise. He still looks unconvinced, so you extend your hand face up on the table for him to take. “I know.” 

The cab ride back to his place is quiet. You hold onto his hand the whole way, relishing the feeling of his thumb tracing back and forth over your skin. It’s a gesture that says I’m here with, I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me. Brooklyn passes by in rushes of darkness peppered with light. Pedestrians walk alongside the streets, some holding hands just like the two of you. It isn’t long before the driver pulls up alongside the curb of the complex. 

It isn’t until you’re in the elevator that you’re sure that you want to stay. 

The two of you get off at the fifth floor. 

“Is it okay if I spend the night? If not, I completely understand. I know it’s such short notice,” you ramble as he’s turning his key into the door. He hopes you don’t notice the way he falters. But part of him knows you do. You don’t miss anything. Luckily for him, you’re just as fazed by your own question, holding your breath. 

It’s not until you’re inside that he graces you with an answer, “‘Course you can.”

Your shoulders drop in relief. What you’re not expecting is the laugh he tries to bite back. Maybe it was mean of him, but he liked knowing he could make you sweat. Sometimes it seemed like it was only ever you who made him openly anxious. 

“You’re terrible,” you accuse, failing at restraining a smile. “Absolutely horrible.” You’d forgotten to throw away an empty water bottle before you left, and it’s the closest thing you’re able to throw his way in retaliation. He catches it and tosses it in the trash himself. 

Mischief written all along his smile when he starts towards you. 

Partly scared and partly excited, you think to flee at the last second. After a few measly steps, you’re being pulled back into the firmness of his chest. He’s sure enough laughing now, the vibration rushing straight into your back right along with the warmth of his body. So are you. He only has one arm secured around your waist and, despite the fact that he’s not even trying, it's enough to hold you. 

“Wait, wait, wait—hold on a second!” your words come out giggly both because you’re anticipating some sort of attack, and because he’s never held you quite like this before. Unlike a normal hug, this feels like he has you rather than you having each other. It’s vulnerable. Dizzying. 

“You win, you win!” 

“What?” he laughs in surprise. His mouth is so close to your ear that you shiver. “Thought you had more fight in you than that,” there’s a playful warmth to his words. 

You shake your head in denial and relax back into him. You didn’t stand a chance of winning unless he let you, and you were more than willing to tap out early. Because even so, you were still in his arms at his mercy, and somehow that felt like the safest place to be. By the time you realize both of your laughter has faded to a thoughtful silence, he’s pressing a featherlight kiss to the shell of your ear. 

When he lowers his arm from around your waist, you turn around to face him. 

There’s a ghost of a smile on his face. He suddenly looks boyish, younger. Having crawled out of whatever shell of crushing expectation and responsibility he usually resided within. 

When he cups your face and presses his lips to yours, his shoulders relax and his breaths slow. And for once, he indulges. In you. In the prospect of having someone to lean on and being leaned on in return. It’s a reminder that he’s allowed to experience nice things. To have a life to look forward to outside of lending himself to cause after cause. 

You’re soft, and warm, and everything good a person could be. He pulls away slowly after a while, blinking down at you with heavy eyelids. You’re looking right back at him like he’s the world itself. 

“Maybe you’re not so terrible,” you whisper, smiling. 

Of everything he was feeling now, restless wasn’t one of them. 

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[berry-blueberry]

Oh my gosh this is so cute! I absolutely love this it’s a definite must read!!!!!!

[allaboutlew]

[berry-blueberry]

[lnfours]

Okay hear me out, the Fourth of July with Tom’s family at a gorgeous beach house. And his skin is all sun kissed from the summer sun and his curls are even more curly from the salty air 😩

genuinely going to go into cardiac arrest if i think abt this any longer. i NEED him.

i’m getting the summer i turned pretty vibes, a new england summer, yknow? idk, i hope u like it! <3

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toms family was never the type to skip out on a new england summer. the hollands and your family would always spend the summer in massachusetts, spending the days at the beach house nikki had convinced dom to get back when you all were kids.

now it’s become a tradition. a tradition that you’ve grown to fall in love with, wanting nothing more than to keep the tradition going.

the beach house was gorgeous, right on the beach with its own private entrance to the sand and ocean that was calling your name. you took off with the boys to the water, giggling as you raced them into the waves.

it wasn’t a lie that you and tom had always felt some kind of way towards each other, even the adults claim it’s always been obvious ever since you were both teenagers. you both have unspoken feelings about each other, waiting for the other to cave in.

you made your way into the water, tom and sam following close behind you. harry and paddy had fallen short, almost falling in the sand. you laughed as tom splashed you.

“cheater!” he laughed, “you got a head start!”

you smiled, “can’t keep up, spider-man?”

he looked good. too good. his sun kissed skin was glistening with saltwater. the salt in the air had made his curls more defined, sticking to his forehead. his sunglasses sat on his slightly crooked, freckle covered nose.

everything about him was perfect.

“oh i can keep up,” he said, “you just distracted me, that’s all.”

“sorry, i’ll try to be less distracting.”

“nothing wrong with a little distraction once in a while.”

[the-mercy-workers]

Being a Christian is more than just believing in Jesus Christ. Simply believing in him is easy (even the devil believes). Following him is what gives that belief its meaning, and walking with each other on our journey towards him, being a community, a family, is essential. That's what the works of mercy are all about, helping each other through life and closer to God

[berry-blueberry]

❤️

[iamnotaware]

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

[berry-blueberry]

Too many times

[berry-blueberry]

Surprise

Dad Bucky X Mom Reader

Warnings: Mentions of trouble conceiving, pregnancy, but none other then those besides just adorablness

Summary: You tell Bucky you’re pregnant with your second baby

You had taken a test in morning, you just had a gut feeling you should do once Noah was occupied on yours and Bucky’s bed watching Bluey you went into the bathroom and took a pregnancy test, tears had welled in your eyes when you saw the two bright lines showing up on the stick, you could barely hold back the screams of joy that threatened to leave your body. You had tucked the test away in your nightstand drawer inside a zip lock bag then sat next to Noah your five year old first born.

You and Bucky had been trying to get pregnant for two months straight, there were lots of moments of disappointment and discouragement, it broke your heart every time you saw a negative sign on the test. You had had troubles conceiving Noah so it was no surprise that you had troubles with this pregnancy too.

Now you were bouncing with  anticipation for your husband to return from his mission so you could announce the news to him. You sit on the couch after putting Noah to sleep in his room. You flip the page of your book while waiting for him to get home. At the sound of the front door opening and boots being kicked off you leap from your seat and run to him, he looks at you with wide eyes then catches you in his arms as you leap into them, he smiles widely then kisses you passionately then pulls away and looks at you with pure love. “Hey baby doll” he says while holding the under side of your thighs to support you as you cling to him, you smile more “Hey” you kiss him softly then smile more if possible. He walks into the living room and sits on the couch with you straddling his lap, “How was things? Noah behave himself? How are you?” He asks while resting his hands on your sides and rubbing it softly while watching your facial expressions, you smile more then wrap your arms around his neck “It was fine though I did miss my heater, yes Noah behaved himself” you snort a bit then run your hands through his hair “I’m great actually” he smiles at this, “that’s good, I’m glad to hear that” he says then leans back into the couch. You adjust on his lap so you’re sitting with your legs across his lap and your head rested against his chest. You interlock your fingers with his and sighs happily then look up at him with pure admiration “I have to tell you something?” He hums in response then wraps an arm around you to hold you closer to his chest then strokes your arm gently, you can tell he’s dazed thinking of something else, you smile then rest your head on his chest gently “I’m pregnant” you whisper, you feel his hand stop rubbing your arm and feel his breathing too for a split second, you look up to make sure he isn’t sleeping, as you look up you see a smile spread across his lips then his head dropping to look at you “You’re serious?” He asks while pulling you closer to him and resting his large hand onto your nonexistent baby bump, you nod while feeling tears brim your eyes, he smiles more “You’re pregnant” he sighs out then crashes his lips into yours, the kiss is soft but passionate full of love. You giggle against his lips then pull away “I found out this morning, I took five tests just to make sure but all of them are definitely positive” you say while smiling like a kid in a candy store, he chuckles happily then rests his forehead against yours, you see tears slip down his cheeks, you reach up and wipe them away, “I love you so much” he whispers then presses a kiss to your forehead “I love our family we made together” he says as he peppers kisses across your face, you giggle softly then pecks his lips. That night you both went to sleep, Bucky’s hand was on your stomachs all night, you didn’t mind knowing this was a future he never thought he’d be able to have or deserved to have, it was hard being married to him sometimes but in the end you would never change a thing.

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Lovely @navybrat817 tagged me to answer with 3 random facts about myself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notes, anonymous or not! Let’s get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

Three random facts about myself:

I can make about twenty different soups (without a recipe at hand)

I can whistle on a grass blade 😂 it’s where you put a grass blade between your thumbs and put your mouth to it, blowing in a way that makes it whistle

I never flew on a plane

No pressure, feel free to skip tagging: @eralen, @fangirl-and-medstudent-help, @dumbgothbunny, @alexakeyloveloki, @crokitheloki, @talesofadragon, @nico229ro

[talesofadragon]

Oh, I love this!

This is such a wonderful way to get to know one another. Thank you so much for tagging me, sweetheart! @biteofcherry 💛

So, here are 3 random facts about me:

I absolutely love languages and cultures! I’m fluent in three languages and have basic knowledge in 6 other

I don’t just write for fun. I’m actually a creative writer working in the marketing & advertising industry

I share a birthday with Chris Evans and Aaron Taylor-Johnson!

I’m tagging @crazyunsexycool @avalentina @g3nnygenesis @themorningsunshine @simmerandwrite @draco-dormiens @i-have-a-wonky-eye-too

Feel free to skip tagging. I hope you find this as fun as I did🤍

[themorningsunshine]

okay, wow. This is so much fun. Thank you for tagging me @talesofadragon

So, here are three random facts about me : 

1. I am a huge physics nerd. Like, it is my favorite subject AND I have read more books about random topics in physics than I can count. 

2. Once I start watching a sitcom, I HAVE to finish it, no matter how much I hate it. ‘Cause it constantly bugs me if I don’t.

3. I am weirdly good at rock, papers and scissors. Like, I win 85% of the times. 

No pressure tagging - @caritobbg @delaber @writing-for-marvel @berry-blueberry 

[berry-blueberry]

Oh wow okay well thanks for the tag @themorningsunshine

Here we go

1. I’m really good at guessing, like all my coworkers say I can predict things because whenever I guess something it’s usually right.

2. I love baking and it’s kinda my love language, I’m not great at talking and that’s kinda how I express my feelings for people is through baking.

3. I have never been on a date or had a boyfriend and I’m almost 20 🥲

No pressure tagging: @lewispullmaned @pedrosprincess @takenbypeter

[deerilkka]

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

[rhettabbotts]

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ with rhett hehehe

pairing: rhett abbott x bartender!reader

w/c: 646

warnings: none. fluff. drinking. terrible flirting (affectionately).

He was so mysterious - if that was the right word to describe the cowboy that was quickly becoming a regular. 

He sat in the same corner booth every time he came in. Every other Saturday, nine o’clock, leaving at eleven. Two shots of whiskey and a beer. He kept his hat - sometimes a baseball cap, sometimes a worn out Stetson - pulled low on his head, like he was hiding. From what, you hadn’t figured that out yet. 

You knew a little about him. Some mumbles from the other regulars told you he was an Abbott, whatever that meant. He was a bull rider, which explained the bruises and the sling he was wearing on his left arm the other week.

He never smiled. You never got so much as a twitch when you would pour his whiskey. He was handsome - devilishly so - and he made you nervous. You felt your throat constrict every time the doorbell rang and his tall stature walked up to the bar. 

Nine o’clock on the dot. The bell rings and in walks ‘Abbott’. For a Saturday night, it was fairly slow. A few patrons here and there would filter in and out but the bar was nearly empty. The heels of his cowboy boots clicked against the wooden floor and your heart raced as he tipped his hat towards you. 

You busied yourself getting his whiskey and beer. As you turned around, you saw him sitting at the bar. 

“Good evenin’,” his voice rumbled, low and scratchy and all kinds of hot in a way that made your blood boil. 

“Corner booth.” It slipped out before you could stop yourself and you mentally slapped your forehead. Real smooth. 

“Excuse me?”

“You usually sit in that corner booth back there. I just - I didn’t expect to see you sitting here,” you fumbled over your words. You didn’t even know his first name and he made you nervous. 

“Oh. Right. Am I that predictable?” The cowboy questioned. 

“You’ve been coming here for the past two months and that’s where you always go. Two shots of Jack Daniels and a Rainier.”

“I’ll take a Guinness tonight,” he said, a hint of amusement behind his tone. Still no smile. 

Just as you started pouring his beer, a few people entered the bar and you left him sitting there to take their orders. He sipped on the foamy liquid as he watched you work, his eyes burning into the back of your head. 

You returned to him once they were settled, determined to learn more about this man that sat at your bar. 

“So, Mr. Rodeo Man… you got a name or is it just Abbott?” You asked as you wiped down the wooden surface. 

“Rhett.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Rhett,” you said cheerfully as you extended a hand towards him, introducing yourself to him as he gripped your palm. “You want another one of those?” He nodded as he peeled away the label on the beer bottle. 

“I meet a lot of cowboys, but you’re the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.” That was not your smoothest pickup line but you couldn’t help yourself. And there it was, the smallest flash of a dimple. 

“You trying to flatter me?”

“Is it working?”

“Might be,” he said before cracking a full smile. It was a lopsided grin that you wanted to see forever. 

“You know what, Rhett? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile. No, I know I’ve never seen you smile.”

“I don’t do it often,” he said, shrugging as he took a swig of his drink. 

“Well, you should. Happiness suits you.”

And for the first time in a very long time, Rhett felt like happiness was pretty close. Perhaps it was standing right in front of him behind the bar, wiping down a glass and grinning at him over their shoulder. 

[dailyreverie]

First “I love you” with Bucky pls! ❤️

Fluff headcanon list

Bucky's first I love you isn't just his first one said to you, it is his first one said after decades of not feeling any sort of affection, and it comes to him knocking him out and taking all the air out of his lungs. But Bucky, of course, is not sure if that thing he's feeling is love; how could he?

That first time he felt it, when he started to second guess if he was even alright, he kept it to himself and carried on with his day. It goes on for weeks on end, even when he looks at you and suddenly everything is alright - that's just feelings, that's just him feeling what he's supposed to feel, because that's what a relationship works (that's what Google tells him at least).

It keeps pilling up until his little heart can't hold it any longer. You are doing something so mundane - maybe you're patching up his wounds, or you're lying next to him in bed, or making him a sandwich after a long day - something so normal that you make it seem like such a loving act, and he just blurts it out: "I love you." Bucky thought he would be scared of letting the words out, but when he finally does he feels his heart beating normally and his lungs breathing to full capacity again.

You turn to look at him with a little smile, maybe relieved, or maybe because you knew it all along. You grab his cheek with soft fingertips, taking a second to admire the shining blue of his lovesick eyes, and after pressing a tender kiss to his lips you speak, brushing the tip of your nose against his: "I love you more."

[berry-blueberry]

Amazing! So cute 😩

[delopsia]

Bestie i need more headcanons on cuddle bug rhett 😭🐛

I feel like I could go on about Rhett being a cuddle bug for HOURS

When you first get together, Rhett is very, very hesitant to touch you. Not out of a dislike for it but because he tends to forget how strong he is, and he's mortified that he'll hurt you. He's had a lot of instances in the past where he's hugged someone a little too hard or otherwise caused some sort of accidental harm.

But once you establish that you're not breakable! and that he isn't going to break your spine simply from hugging you from behind; all bets are off.

He used to always argue that he's not touch starved, saying something about lack of physical touch not bugging him in the slightest, but in reality, he's just grown so used to it that he doesn't see the signs anymore.

That argument went out the window when one day, you reached up and cradled his cheeks in your palms, and his face softened with a realization that he'd never had before.

Touch is a very intimate thing for him. He never had a lot of it growing up, and for a while there, it was only a thing he could find in his weekend hookups. It's something that makes him feel safe, feel real, like he's not just an invisible being whose only purpose is to work.

Rhett's favorite thing is to have you lying on his chest. There's just something so comforting in having you on top of him, safely secured in his big, strong arms. He could lay like that for hours if you'd let him.

There is a designated kiss for every occasion. Hello and goodbye kisses, just picked you up in his truck kisses, cheer-me-up forehead kisses, bedtime kisses, I didn't expect to run into you here kisses, giggly nose kisses because it's cold out and our noses feel like they're made of ice. For everything you do, there is a reason for a kiss or two.

Kisses your injuries, too. From bruises to cuts to old scars, they all deserve kisses!

He loves it when you kiss the scar on his chest. He's never really paid much attention to it until you started doing that, and now its become one of his favorite scars.

Autumn and Spring are his favorite seasons. Not because of the weather but because sometimes you misjudge the weather and wind up snuggling into him for warmth.

Laces your pinkies together when you walk. It's subtle, just a loose little link that doesn't result in hot, sweaty hands after a few minutes.

Drops everything to cuddle with you if you ask. It doesn't matter what he was doing beforehand; he's already halfway across the room with his arms open wide. Do you want to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie? Go to bed and take a nap together? Hell, he'll even carry you there!

Recently, Rhett's been introduced to the theaters with big couches instead of tiny seats, and he's been hooked. A movie with his sweetheart, in a comfy loveseat where he can cuddle with you and not spill the popcorn?? Sign him the fuck up.

It's a bit of a drive, considering Wabang is close to nothing, nothing, and more, nothing, but he doesn't mind it. That just means he gets to spend more time with you!

He won't admit it, but he really enjoys being the little spoon. Especially if you let him tuck his head up under your chin and go to sleep there. It's nice to feel small and delicate every once in a while.

Turns into a damn glue trap when he's drunk. Once you let him touch you, he's not coming off.

The good thing is, that means he's the last person to go missing in a bar. The bad thing is, you literally cannot get him off of you. He's hugging you from behind, sleepily kissing your cheek as he fusses about how he's sleepy and wants to go home.

And what do you mean that he can't snuggle into you in this booth because you're in public? That couple over there might as well be having sex against the wall at this point, and they're not bothered! So why can't he cuddle you??

"Just one kiss?" Rhett pleads, batting those pretty, long lashes of his, "please?"

"Rhett, I've already given you one," you regret the words the very second they come out of your mouth because his eyes drop to his lap, disappointed. You might as well have just backhanded him.

What's worse is you know he's not doing it intentionally. He just doesn't know how to control his expressions when he's drunk. If he's feeling it, you can see it written all over his scruffy face.

Reaching over, you take hold of his jaw and tilt it up, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he giggles.

It even works to get him out of those petty bar fights. All you have to do is run your hand up his back, speaking gently, and he's backing out of it. Might have a few more choice words for who he's angry with, but it works. Perry calls it the Magic Touch.

In the event that you tell him no, he does one of three things, he either pouts, accepts it, and moves on, OR he turns it into a game of 'who's gonna crack first.'

He always cracks first.

All you have to do is cozy up somewhere, open up your arms, and he's gone.

It's rare that he gets to join you, but bubble baths are his favorite way to wind down with you. It always starts out with him sitting across from you, legs tangled up as you talk about everything under the sun, but as the water starts to grow cold, he scoots over to sit next to you.

Play! With! His! Hair! There is no quicker way to make the man nearly purr. Sleepily blinks at you and smiles all big and wide while you do it.

Shamelessly loves the sparkly bath bombs you use every once in a while. he gets a real kick out of seeing the glitter on his skin the next day, and you usually get a picture of his shimmering hand with the caption, "darlin', I'm sparkling in the light again."

This past summer, Rhett got the big idea of putting a hammock behind the house, tucked safely into the shade of the trees. Really went all out and got one of the bigger ones because, hey! Potential cuddle spot!

Sometimes you'll find him out there, knocked out cold with his hat flat on his face, and you'll climb in and join him in his afternoon cat nap. He's too deep of a sleeper to notice your arrival, but he's always grinning like an idiot when you wake up. "Didn't expect to wake up with an angel in my arms."

Does that thing where he places his hand on your lower back as you step past him. He doesn't even intend for it to happen; it just winds up there, gently pressing into you until you're out of reach.

Nuzzles you with his nose like he's a dog. It's the first thing he does once he's got you in his arms, nose wiggling against you as he finds himself a nice, comfortable spot. It tickles, and your giggles only make him do it even more.

Who would have thought a cowboy could be so cuddly?

[berry-blueberry]

THIS IS SO FUDGING ADORABLE!!!! I CANT IT MADE ME JUST WANT TO CURL INTO A BALL AND EXPLODE!!!!!

[rhettabbotts]

Congrats on 750 followers! Could you write fluff 18. Squishing the others cheek with rhett abbott?

rhett was never really an affectionate person before meeting you, but once he’s comfortable he can’t stop touching you. he loved holding your hand, always grabbing it and rubbing soft circles on your skin with his thumb.

you loved wrapping your arms around his middle from behind. pressing your body so tight against his back and just squeezing. he would mutter a “hey, baby” before turning around in your arms to kiss your forehead. needless to say, you were very physically affectionate with each other.

it wasn’t unusual for you and rhett to spend friday nights at home. opting to stay in and have a few beers and pizzas neither of you having the energy to cook. one beer turned into four and you were pleasantly tipsy, giggling at anything and everything.

you had a movie on but you could barely pay attention because rhett was running his mouth, pointing out how ridiculously cheesy it was for mr. darcy to propose to elizabeth in the rain.

“that’s so typical. no originality,” he slurred.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you wanted to watch the movie in peace. reaching over and placing both hands on the sides of rhett’s face and stopping him mid-sentence by squishing his cheeks.

“rhett, baby… you know i love you more than anything but please stop overanalyzing pride and prejudice,” you said quietly. his lips quirked up into a distorted grin. you leaned forward to press a kiss to his puckered mouth and gave his cheek a small pat before settling back into your designated spot on the couch.

after that, squishing his cheeks became a frequent occurrence. you would just walk up to him and grab him, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. it would let him a blushing mess.

you loved being affectionate with each other, loved that you felt comfortable and safe enough to be so open with one another. you wanted to squish rhett’s cheeks for the rest of your life if you got the chance.

[waterlewroad]

Rhett details I noticed after watching Outer Range eight times

...don't ask how or why I've watched it so many times 😭

His hat is sitting on the steering wheel when Royal wakes him up, and there's a crack in his mirror:

Everyone has probably noticed this one by now, but he's got a small scar on his chest! I have a whole post about it here.

He drives a blue GMC Sierra:

He fidgets. Sometimes tapping his fingers or messing with his own hands and, in this instance, toying with this bottle cap:

Now I'm starting to suspect that this is just a Lewis thing because he also does this in Top Gun Maverick during the bar scene, but it's cute, so I'm including it.

Fluttery eyelashes! I've got a compilation of them doing this here.

He has a tattoo of a bull skull on his left forearm:

And he holds onto the rope with his left hand:

Fun fact, bull-riders will typically grip underhanded using their dominant hand, so this indicates that Rhett is most likely left-handed!

His hat has a little tear in the front:

He sometimes does this thing where he pushes his tongue against his cheek.

And does...this...

He kisses Amy on the top of her head during breakfast:

When Royal tells the family not to interact with Autumn, Rhett quietly nods his head:

His eyes get a little watery when Maria tells him she doesn't want to be with him because she doesn't want to be a part of whatever mess his family is in *cough* covering up a murder *cough*.

He wears a Rough Stock Jacket from a 2016 rodeo in White Sulphur Springs, Montana. Presumably this specific event.

His birthday is June 12th, 1996, and he is 24 in Season 1. This information comes from this image of his driver's license, and the date on the paper Royal receives regarding the land dispute.

His phone appears to be a black Google Pixel 3!

It shares a similar incoming call screen to the Pixel series. The phone's appearance is consistent with the Pixel 3's, featuring a circular rear-fingerprint censor and a horizontal camera on the top right.

There are some funny little continuity errors too. Here are my favorites.

#1: Rhett takes his gloves off twice in this scene

#2: When Rhett falls off the bull and hurts his left shoulder in episode 8, his hat stays on. But then the camera cuts to a faraway shot, and the hat is ✨gone✨. Hello, stunt double!

All gifs and images were taken and made by me, and you're welcome to use them! Credit is appreciated; I love seeing where these wind up 💕