#carter

[frenchcurious]

Carter Prototype. - source Bring a Trailer.

[bill2424]

Poor Carter has been waiting in the photos for weeks.....

Poor Carter.:(

Unless I already posted him absentmindedly....:/

Welp, I hope that you like him!!!!

The LORD bless you!!!!

Acts 4:11-12

✝️💛🖤🫪

[v0idprince]

mafiapractice redesign yeah yeah yeah!!

[arthur-lesters-fake-transcript]

Alyda: Nice top, Carter!

Carter: Thank you, I...

Pickman: I have a name, you know?

(Alyda is from one of the movie adaptations, and we personally see her as Carter's adopted sister. As if, they adopted each other.)

love this genre of quote

[cozy-writer]

A pattern to unlearn

Pairing: Carter Wheeler-Dutton x reader

Summary: Carter seems to get into a lot of trouble lately and this last time you're just glad he was around to save you.

Wordcount: 1.6K

Warning: attempted sexual assault

Masterlist

I sit in the most uncomfortable chair possible in the police station waiting for Carter. The door opens and out comes Carter looking as sheepish as ever. 

“You bailed me out?” He asks. I stand up and walk over to him.

“I seem to be doing a lot of that lately.” I mutter, with an eyebrow raised. “You should stop hanging out with Oreana. She’s bad news.”

“She’s not so bad.”

“She got you arrested twice now. I don’t really see the good in her.” 

“Well it’s hard being in a new town where nobody wants to hang out with you.” 

Ouch.

“I do.” I mumble. 

“Yeah, but we’re just friends.” 

Not getting any better. 

“Okay, well I guess you’ll call me when you're once again arrested because of her.” I say, turning for the door. 

“Y/N, come on, it’s not that bad-...” I refuse to stay and listen to the rest of his rant, it’s not going to change my mind. I jump in my car and drive off. I watch Carter in my rearview mirror, changing from the size of a man to an ant and sigh loudly. When is he going to realize that I’ve been here since the first day his family moved to Rio Paloma?

We barely speak the next couple of weeks, but when my phone rings with an unknown number, I groan and roll my head back. I pick up the phone with a simple, “Yeah?” 

“Y/N, it’s uh…It’s Carter.” 

“I figured.”

“I got arrested again. I know I shouldn’t ask for your help, not after the last two times, but could you please bail me out. I don’t want my parents to know about this.” I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Sure. I’m on my way.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Mhmm.” I don’t say anything more and just end the phone call, hoping he finally learned his lesson and will stay away from Oreana.

I step inside the police station and head to the front desk. “I’m here to bail out Carter Wheeler-Dutton.” The man nods and types away on his computer. He tells me the amount that has to be paid and I swipe my card. After all the paperwork is done, I go sit in the uncomfortable chair once again. It takes a good thirty minutes before a police officer escorts Carter out. 

“Thanks.” He mutters, looking anywhere but at me. “Again.” 

“What did you do this time?” I ask, annoyance clear in my voice. Carter rubs a hand over his face and looks ashamed. “What?” 

“Might have broken into the country club a town over.” 

"Seriously?" I turn away from him for a second, before facing him again. “That could hold some serious jail time. Do you even realize that?” 

“I know. I know.”

“No, you don’t! She is dragging you down a path that one day you won't be able to come back from.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

“Carter, once is an accident, twice is coincidence and three times is a pattern. A pattern you need to unlearn. Fast.” 

“You just don’t get it.”

“What? That you’re in love and can’t think with anything other than your dick?” I yell out, earning me a glare from the police officer at the front desk. 

“You’re taking this thing way too serious.” He says, now annoyed with me. I shake my head exasperated. 

“Well, if you know so well, figure it out on your own. Don’t call me again.” I storm out of the police station and get into my car. Angry tears are forming in the corners of my eyes. I don’t want to lose Carter, especially when he means so much to me, but it can’t go on like this. 

It’s the weekend and time for the local rodeo. I drive my car to the arena and park it quite some distance away, due to the high amount of vehicles trying to find a parking spot. Normally Carter and I would go together, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen, so I make my way to the stands alone. 

As I sit down, I look around the arena. I don’t want to look for Carter in the crowd, but my eyes slide over the public on their own accord. I find him sitting on the other side next to Oreana and I heave a heavy sigh. 

A guy sits down next to me and bumps my shoulder. “You seem very concerned. Anyone joining the rodeo team that you’re worried about?” He asks. The guy is clearly older than me and I feel a bit uncomfortable but figure I should stay polite. 

“No, just thinking about something else.” I mutter.

“Something I can help you take your mind off of?” My brows furrow at his suggestion. “My car is out back, we could just sneak away for a moment.”

“Uhm, no, thank you.” I tell him wearily. “‘Scuse me, I got to go.” 

I stand up and try to move past him, but he grabs my arm and gets up himself.

“Come on, sweetheart. You’ll enjoy it.” I pull my arm out of his grasp and start to walk away. “You bitch, get back here.” He says as I pass through the exit and onto the parking lot. He grabs my hair and pulls hard, making me fall backwards. I cry out loudly and when he gets on top of me I fight with everything I have. I scratch at his face and punch at his chest and arms. My legs kick around as hard as I can and I hear him groan at some point, so I’m sure I hit something sensitive at some point. He rips at my shirt and I hear it tear due to the force he uses. His hands come around my neck and he starts to squeeze hard. I claw at his fingers as I feel my windpipe close and black dots appear in my vision.

“Get off her!” Carter yells as he grabs the guy around the neck and pulls him off of me. I crawl backwards away from the fight, clasping my hands around my throat as I am finally able to get a full breath of air. 

Once my vision comes back fully and I am able to see my surroundings, I notice Carter beating the shit out of the guy. “Carter!” He doesn’t respond and just keeps going. “Stop!” I yell as I get up from the ground and stumble over to him. I pull at his arm. “You’re going to get arrested again. Stop!” 

Carter keeps going nonetheless. “Stop for me!” And finally he seems to come to his senses. He lets the guy go, who falls to the ground, completely knocked out. “We need to get you out of here.” I tell him. I grab his hand and pull him along behind me. 

We get to my car and I search my purse for the keys, frantically. Carter’s hands cup mine. “Take a breath.” He tells me and I do just that. Breathing deep through my nose and out through my mouth. It’s then that I notice his hand. His knuckles are bloodied and bruised and his hand must be killing him. 

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Me? You’re the one who just got attacked. Your neck is already bruising up.” He says as he softly touched the skin around my throat. I wince at his touch, but don’t pull away. He takes off his flannel and hands it to me. When I look confused he motions to my chest. My shirt is ripped from top to bottom and my bra is completely visible. I gratefully take the flannel and drape it over my now thorn shirt. 

“How did you know that would happen?”

“I watched you from across the arena. You looked uncomfortable and I saw him grab your arm and follow you out.” 

“You were with Oreana. Why would you leave her?”

“Because when I got here, you were the only person I had eyes for. I’m sorry I fucked up so much lately, but I am going to do better.” I search his eyes for any kind of deceit, but find none. 

I get on my tippy toes and place my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him down and connecting our lips. He seems to hold back and I think of pulling away, but then his hands come down on my hips and he kisses back hungrily. His tongue slides over my lip and I open up without hesitation. His hands  roam up my body and I wince when he ends up on my neck. 

“Ouch.”

“Sorry, I forgot.” He mutters as his hands go back down to my waist.

“S’okay.” 

I pull him in for another kiss when I hear sirens blaring in the distance. “We should go. You can’t be here.” 

“Give me the keys, I’ll drive.” He says. I place a quick peck on his lips and hand him the keys. We both get in on our respective sides and I glance his way once more.

“Thanks for driving. What about Oleana?” 

“She met up with her douchebag of a boyfriend.” He says unbothered. “Let’s get you home.”

“Let’s just try not to get arrested.” I tell him smugly. 

“You are in no state to say such things.” I grab his hand over the center console and smile at him. 

“Thank you for saving me. I don’t want to think about what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

“But I was.” He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “And I always will be.”

[vincentreproches]

En pays cajun

[samsdei]

Finn Little

[cozy-writer]

Girlfriend?

Pairing: Carter Wheeler-Dutton x Reader

Summary: Carter doesn't correct his friend when they call you his girlfriend. You ask him about it later when the two of you are alone.

Wordcount: 1.2K

A/N: This was requested, and I hope the anon who asked for it, likes it. I tried my best.

Masterlist

There’s a big party on the Dutton ranch. The family has been in Rio Paloma for about a year now, and because business has been good they threw a party for the locals and friends and family. 

I've been on the ranch quite a bit since I met Carter in high school. I didn’t actually want to come to the party, because it gets a little too overwhelming for my liking, but Carter said he didn’t want to be surrounded by people he barely knows. 

So here I am, making my way through the crowd to find my best friend. I push past people left and right until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and a smile breaks out over my face when Carter comes into view. 

“Thank god. I thought I’d never find you.” 

“Well, technically, I found you.” He grins. I jokingly swat at him and roll my eyes. “Come on. Let’s get something to drink.” He says as he grabs my hand and pulls me along behind him towards the bar. 

I grab a glass of coke and watch as Carter picks up a beer. I clink my glass against his bottle and am about to take a sip when I hear Carter’s dad, Rip, from our left. “Not happening, son.” Carter groans as he turns to his father.

“Come on. Just one.” 

“Nope.” Rip says, taking the bottle from his hands. “You are supposed to be a good influence on him, Y/N.” He says pointing at me. 

“Like I can ever tell him what to do.” I laugh behind my glass. 

“Follow her lead. Stick to soda.” Rip says as he walks away with the beer still in his hand. I pick up another coke and hand it to Carter, who grumbles under his breath how it’s not fair. 

“Carter!” A guy shouts loudly. I glance around me and notice a boy coming up to us. He clasps hands with Carter and they greet each other excitedly. 

“Jordan! Didn’t think you’d come to this kinda thing.”

“You know I never miss a party.” Jordan grins. “And you must be his girlfriend.” He says as he turns to me. He holds out his hand for me to shake. “I’m Jordan.” 

“Yup. This is Y/N.” Carter says. I smile and shake Jordan’s hand, feeling a little uneasy with Carter calling me his girlfriend. We’ve never talked about this. 

“Follow me. The rest of the guys are here as well.” Jordan says, motioning for us to come with him. I don’t really know anyone else at this party, so I follow along stiffly. I wave awkwardly at Carter’s friends when Jordan introduces me. I uncomfortably play with the hem of my shirt, hoping to look busy, while I listen to Carter laugh with his friends. 

I start to feel panicked when the crowd closes in around us. I look for a way out, when I feel a calloused hand grab mine. I glance up and my eyes meet those of Carter’s. 

“Do you want to get away from here, for a moment?” He says in my ear. I nod softly and he tugs me behind him. 

Carter steers us to the horse stables and pushes open the big barn door. “Do you want to feed the horses? I know that always calms you down.” He says, handing me a carrot. 

“Thank you for getting me out of there.” I mutter. “It got a bit overwhelming.”

“I noticed.” I hum in response and walk over to his horse. 

I rub its forehead a couple of times while he takes bites from the carrot I’m holding up for him. 

“Hey, what’s going on? You’re really quiet.” Carter says softly beside me. I bite the inside of my cheek trying to find the right thing to say. 

“Why didn’t you correct Jordan when he said I’m your girlfriend?” Out of the corner of my eyes I see Carter putting his hands in his pockets and leaning against the stall. 

“I uh…” I raise an eyebrow at him. He clears his throat and rakes a hand through his hair. “What if that’s what I am hoping you’d be?” He finally mutters out. 

I take a surprised step backwards. “What?” I ask perplexed. 

“Forget it,” He hurries to say, “It was stupid.” He tries to walk away from the conversation, but I stop him by putting a hand on his arm. 

“It’s not stupid.” I tell him. “I just didn’t think you’d see me in that way.”

“Why would I not?”

“We’ve been friends for a year and you have never even flirted with me.”

“Okay, ouch…I might not be the best flirt, but I definitely did.” My brows furrow, thinking back to our earlier conversations. 

“Anyways…” He mumbles as it’s clear I can’t recall any of those moments. “Do you hate the idea of being my girlfriend?” A blush slowly creeps up my cheeks, but as I stare at Carter, I can see the same thing happening to him. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

“Don’t get too excited now.” Carter jokes. I roll my eyes at him half-heartedly. 

“Come here, you big sap.” I grasp his flannel shirt and pull him towards myself. Carter’s hands end up on my waist and our breaths mingle with the little space between us. 

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” I ask confidently. He dips his head and our lips connect. His lips are soft and smooth against my own and my hands reach up to curl in his hair. He walks me backwards until my legs hit a couple of hay bales. I jump up so I am sitting on them and Carter steps in between my legs. His hands run up and down my thighs sending shivers down my spine. His lips glide over mine, tongue slipping in every so often and I struggle to catch my breath. 

“Carter!” We jump apart as his mother, Beth, comes into view. “You know better than to hook up in a barn.”

“Sorry, ma.” Carter looks so uncomfortable right now. 

“In all fairness, I kinda initiated it.” I reply as I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, hoping that my confession would spare Carter the conversation later.

“And my son didn’t have any part in this? Yeah right.” Beth scoffs. I get down from the hay bale to stand next to Carter, who clasps my hand in his. 

“I need your help cleaning up after our guest. Say goodbye and come help me out.” Beth says, smiling as she notices our locked hands. She turns around and starts walking away from the barn. “You treat that girl right, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Carter yells after her. 

We look at each other and burst out laughing, thinking of the situation we just got ourselves into. 

“So, can I officially call you my girlfriend now?” He asks, kissing the back of my hand. I pull him close and lay my head on his shoulder. 

“I think we’re at that point, yes.” Carter’s free hand comes up to cup my cheek and I lean up to kiss his lips. 

“Carter!” Beth roars through the night. 

“Right, yeah, I uh…Gotte go.” He mutters against my lips. 

“Mhmm.” I peck him once more on the lips before he runs to help Beth. “Girlfriend it is.” I mutter softly.