rhett obviously has tattoos before he meets you, and they all have meaning to him, but his favorite - and the most meaningful one - is the tiny set of letters on his left shoulder. after he proposed, got your initials on the place you first kissed him. yes, obviously your first kiss was on the lips, but you first kissed him on the shoulder when you were still friends. he had gotten a bee sting and wouldn’t stop complaining about it so you sarcastically (gently) kiss the little sore bump and giggled in his face when he went beet red and couldn’t form a word after it. it was the first time he really acknowledged that little crush he had on you that was starting to form. and it was the first time you figured out that your crush may actually be requited some day. 
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stoppp, this is so cute 😭
The way he just starts grinning like a fool when he realizes you're pressing a kiss to the little bump that's been bugging him all afternoon. His mouth is trying to move, but you're giggling at him, and now he's realizing why his chest always feels funny when you're near.
It's the same one that makes his head all sorts of fuzzy when he finds himself dropping onto one knee, trembling fingers doing all they can to not drop that tiny little ring box. He was entirely meaning to follow up with the notion of him getting a tattoo of your initials, but he's right back where he started. Wearing that same wild grin, drowning in the melody of your excited giggling, and again, he can't get a damn word out of his mouth.
You don't learn of his plan until later that night, unintentionally jogging his memory with a kiss or five. Rhett doesn't fuss the slightest bit when that ink needle hits his skin, a little too distracted by the sparkling ring on your finger to think about anything else. But when you get home, and the soreness starts to set in, he starts up those playful complaints again, and they don't stop until he gets another kiss 💐
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del, home of Rhett’s ass, have we ever talked about the little soft part of his belly that he hates but I would give anything to press kisses on to? Rhett is a solid hunk of muscle, a lifetime of hard work and food that’s just barely edible means there’s barely any flab on him. a few spots like his butt, his thighs, and this tiny pouch on his tummy. he gets huffy if you spend too much time there, especially once he starts eating more after you get together, and the pouch is a permanent fixture. but it reminds you of how far he’s come - from his awful, miserable days where he was living off gas station snacks to these soft, joy filled days where he takes an extra ten minutes at breakfast to scarf down some eggs with his toast before he kisses you goodbye.
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😔✌forever home of Rhett's ass
omg 🥹 I can't get enough of the concept of softening up Rhett
Rhett, who's nothing but hard muscle and bulging veins stretched across hard bone, and yet has this stubborn accumulation of fat on his tummy that refuses to budge.
Insecure isn't necessarily how he would describe it; rather, he's closer to being annoyed by its presence than anything else. It looks strange when the rest of his body is nothing but lean muscle, only disappearing when he pulls his jeans up high enough.
But then you come along.
He's not thinking about it when you're laying him down in the bench seat of his truck, pulling his shirt over his head, and kissing down his chest. But then your kisses are making a detour, peppering over that odd little lump of fat, and he doesn't quite get what's so special about it. Fusses at you for it, huffs when you tell him that it's only fair if he gets to kiss all of your imperfections, then you should be able to do the same.
A greater part of him expects it to stop after that night. But the next time you find the chance, you're kissing it again and again, and eventually, he's learned to stop questioning it. Squirming at every press of your lips, trying to ignore the way your soft hands hold the sides of his waist.
Then comes a day when his week-long sleepovers finally dissolve into moving in together; it's not a massive change; he practically lived with you as it was, but now you're saving dinner for him on the nights he's late coming home. Royal and Perry aren't around to eat the leftovers in the middle of the night, and all of a sudden, he's nibbling on last night's dinner as he gets ready in the morning. Mindless snacking revives his appetite, and you've got to leave him a note if you want to save the leftovers for yourself because otherwise, it'll be gone when you wake up.
Weekends are the only times they don't disappear before 6AM; where Cecelia would be up and have breakfast over with by the time Rhett woke up, you share a sleep schedule with him. Waking up when he does, snuggling in the sheets until you drag yourselves into the kitchen. Rhett starts the coffee maker, you take charge in what you want to eat, and he tries his best to help. Mixing the eggs, loading the toaster, fetching the plates, but never going beyond turning on the stove. Heaven knows he'll burn everything otherwise.
His cheeks are a smidgen softer now, thick thighs filling out his pajama pants, biceps swollen with new muscle. This new weight he's put on has only added to his build; he's bulky now. Hasn't grown an inch and yet his presence in a room is bigger than it's ever been.
And yet that little pouch on his belly remains. It blends with him better, soft and squishy like the rest of him; he's no longer that solid rock that damn near bruised you if you fell on top of him. In fact, it's become difficult to find, with how he's filled out. Yet you're still peppering it with kisses, muttering about how good it looks on him, and he can't help but start to believe you.
happy birthday del!! I hope you have a lovely day 🩵 I’m sending you some blue hydrangeas (my favorite flower!) via dogsled mail with house ghost Rhett!
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Thank youuuu 🥰 I was hoping to see some more ghost Rhett pop up in my inbox 🤍 this one has been in my head for a little bit
You've always known that you'd have to tell him eventually. There's only so much time in a year, and now that he's not bound to the confines of that old house, it was only a matter of time before he discovered it for himself. No amount of effort could have prevented it from happening, but you had been hoping for at least a few more weeks before you heard Rhett's voice pipe up from the opposite end of the aisle.
"Doll, what the hell's this?"
He's got something in his hand. Small enough that you have to walk over for a better look.
Already, you know what he's holding. A tiny ghost figurine from the Halloween section, an equally tiny cowboy hat perched atop its head. A true ghost cowboy.
The furrow of Rhett's brow has you reckoning that he's taking offense to its presence.
"It's a Halloween decoration," you remark, bland as can be, fully aware of the wall of cowboy-themed Halloween decor lurking in the next aisle over. Ranching towns love this sort of thing, Rhett just isn't aware of it yet.
"Is this how y' viewed me when I was floatin' around?" He's twisting it back and forth as if it will possibly turn into something else. But unlike his past ghostly self, it retains its plastic shape.
Your shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. "It's pretty close."
His jaw drops. Mock shock. "I can't believe this."
But just behind your head is a matching ghost horse of the same theme, and he's reaching for that, too. Clasping the two of them in his big hands, looking more akin to toys than decor meant to sit prettily on a shelf. He's still figuring out this whole 'real' thing. Always has to squeeze things in his big hands, feeling the way they fit in his palm, what texture they are, and the sound they make when he taps on them.
So far, plastic seems to be his favorite texture.
"Are we buying them, or are they too uncanny valley for your taste?" Partially asking out of curiosity, but mostly to get a judgment of whether or not to steer clear of this next aisle. He and his unsteady feet might wind up on the floor.
"No, I want 'em, I just..." his head tilts, a shred of amusement glinting in his eye, "we didn't have stuff like this when I was 'round."
That's enough for you. "Then put 'em in the cart, old man."
And when he does discover the Halloween section, you have to leave him to finish your shopping, because he's both amused and horrified by everything. The animatronic toys nearly send him back into the grave, and he really, really doesn't know what to think about the vast array of zombie cowboys.
But these two little, comic-style ghosts? He's so obsessed that you catch him taking them off the shelf to idly toy with them—a former ghost with his two touch-therapy ghosts.
okay hear me out. both Bobby and Rhett in their respective lacy panties as a surprise for your birthday. and entering the bedroom to find them sitting there - both red as tomatoes and practically panting - only to really lose their minds when you slowly pull off your clothes to reveal the pretty purple set (a combination of their colors) that you bought specifically to surprise them in a sort of reverse birthday gift. the pretty lacy things don’t make it through the evening and the boys promise to buy more as a belated birthday gift. 🤭
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The way that they're sort of slouched against each other at first. Rhett's got his cheek squished against Bob's shoulder, heads resting together, a bit sleepy because they accidentally timed this a little too early.
They stiffen up a little when you finally meander into the room, but when you pull your shirt over your head? And that purple lace comes into view? They're sitting up straight, wide eyes and awed grins. They look like a pair of clumsy, excited puppies, falling over each other when you beckon them to come to you.
Rhett wants to keep them on you, Bobby's fussing about not being able to touch you, and at the same time, you're wanting to touch them, and it's so, so much. The three of you are a blur of excitement and prettily colored lace falling into the sheets.
The band of your top breaks by accident, Bob went to move it and didn't realize Rhett had hooked his fingers into it, and it ripped like paper. But then Rhett leaned back on his haunches, and the seam of his panties simply could not handle any more of his ass. But that just means y'all get to go on a celebratory shopping spree to replace what tore and get some new sets to play with 💐 it's also how they learn to start buying spares of their favorites.
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Thank you and right back at you, my darling Elle 💕
Elle, thank you so much for asking. Apologies for the blurry and terribly lit pictures, but let's take a look at my handwriting and questionable drawing skills.
4. How I'm feeling
The depression is depressioning
14. A quick poem
I actually wrote this poem almost seven years ago while I was living in the UK, but it's still one of my favorites.
