happy birthday, del! 🌷 i hope you had the most wonderful day, and i had to send you some flowers in celebration!
i am sending you a bundle of lavender in a bob floyd vase via dogsled mail, and i'd love for you to write a 300-word drabble for streetlight glow.
and if you're in the mood for making a mood board, i'll pop in a 🎀 for good measure. happy birthday again!
ames @laracrofted
Aaaa thank you! 🌷 The moodboard is at the very bottom 💖
"Them boys ain't with you?" Royal's voice barks across the pasture, barely audible once it meets your ears.
You shake your head. Then, upon realizing that he probably can't see you, "no!"
His reply sounds something akin to a half-hearted 'alright,' but you're not entirely certain what it was. Nevertheless, he's walking back toward the house, and you're turning your attention back to the sunset. He's likely off to give Rhett and Bobby another job, but so long as you don't get roped into it, you don't mind all that much.
It's hard to be irritated when you and your little blanket are surrounded by acres upon acres of wildflowers, freshly sprouted in time for spring's emergence. Splotches of yellow, purple, white, and pink all coming together to craft an image right out of a painting. And to think you wouldn't have known this was lurking just over the hill had Cecelia not pointed you to it after dinner.
Giggles bubble from behind you—two pairs of feet stomping through the flora. They practically fall on top of you before you've even registered their faces: Rhett landing in the grass somewhere off to your right, and Bobby collapsing into your side, leaning his weight against you.
"What are you two doing?" You can't help but laugh as Rhett squirms toward you, chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.
"We got cut loose," he hums, effectively squishing his face into your chest, unaware of the view he's missing out on.
Bobby's no better than Rhett is. His arm curls around you, snuggling as close as he can possibly manage. Stage five clingers. Both of them.
It's barely been an hour since you saw them at dinner, but it might as well have been several years. And you just took a shower, but the dirt clinging to their hands is everywhere. Staining your clothes and any open expanse of skin they can touch. Down your arms and to the tips of your fingers, briefly dipping beneath your shirt.
"Boys—"
But its no use. The fractional shift in Rhett's weight is all it takes to knock you backward. Rather than fields of flowers, you're looking at two sweaty faces backdropped by a red and orange sky.
"You two are horrible," you grumble; it's like being smothered by a pair of puppies. Except these puppies weigh over a hundred fifty pounds each and could use a bath. With Rhett firmly on top of you, like you're some kind of pillow.
Bobby grins, already finding his place at your side, his head nuzzling onto your chest. "We know it."
Ames, my love, what I wouldn't do to wake up and share kisses with the sexy cowboy in the morning. The dream, am I right? Here's a 300-word blurb for you. Enjoy ✨
kiss prompts
open for: eccentric professor bob, librarian bob, mob boss bob, and rhett abbott
She’s pouring coffee into their mugs when Rhett’s footsteps sound behind her. Smiling, she puts the pot down and turns around to face him, swears he gets more handsome by the day.
Having someone else here in the morning is still a little strange. Before the snowstorm, he always left in the early hours, his side of the bed cold when she woke up. Now he’s here as much as he can, has more or less moved in.
“Good morning, cowboy.”
He smiles, almost looks a little dopey. “Morning, darlin’,” he mutters and leans down, but Lou turns her head, making him catch her cheek instead.
“I have morning breath,” she explains, eyes meeting his, and places her hands on his hard chest.
He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t care.”
His arms circle around her waist, pulling her against him as his mouth settles over hers. Kissing him still makes her heart race and toes curl. She hopes that never goes away.
They’re interrupted by Denver, who sits down next to them, looking longingly at the bin Lou stores his food in.
Lou chuckles and presses her nose against Rhett’s t-shirt, feeling the low rumble of his own laughter in his chest. “Someone’s impatient,” he mutters and places a kiss on her hair.
She looks up at him again, rising to her feet, and pecks his lips.
“You have that in common.”
Rhett frowns. “Did you just call me a dog?”
She grins, snaking her arms around his neck. “Am I wrong?”
He shakes his head and leans in for a searing kiss, and just went it’s about to get too hot and too heavy, Denver barks to get their attention.
“Better give the dog his breakfast,” Rhett mumbles against her lips, but he’s smiling through it.
The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ laracrofted Edition!
A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!
@laracrofted's Rewind has landed! Amelia has been amped for this, and I was thrilled her name came into my inbox! 🖤
While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to look at some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)
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fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)
and even when we're wrong in every way, we come out on the other side okay, bradley bradshaw, @gretagerwigsmuse
i probably don't have anything to say about this series that hasn't already been said, but bradley and smart aleck are the blueprint, and i love the way jordan has continued to expand this universe.
bad habit, jake seresin, @seasonsbloom
i'm probably going to be a broken record this entire post of i love this fic, i love it so much, but really, i love bad habit, i love bad habit so much. bad habit is one of the first jake fics i ever read and definitely the first jake series that i ever read, so i will always love her so much.
i will wait right here, bradley bradshaw, @lewmagoo
i am such a sucker for a good hurt-comfort fic, and i will wait right here is the ultimate hurt-comfort fic.
i would walk 10,000 miles to you, jake seresin, @roleycoleyreccenter
as i said in my original reblog, jake showing up at his love interest’s door drunk is something that can be so personal. i really do love this fic, it's so damn cute.
heat, bradley bradshaw, @clints-lucky-arrow
i read this right after i saw top gun: maverick for the first, and i have never been the same since.
landslide, bradley bradshaw, @roosterbruiser
i devoured this on AO3 months and months ago in like a midnight haze, unable to put it down, and it's still one of my favorite fics that millie's ever written. It's definitely on the heavier side (and long), but it's so good and so healing.
out of the blue, clear sky, jake seresin, @theharddeck
i am such a sana stan so i had a hard time choosing between this and california coast in your green eyes, which i also love a whole lot. out of the blue pulled ahead because soft jake is the absolute softest in this fic. it's like a warm hug – and in the last chapter, a steaming warm hug.
steady, bradley bradshaw, @callsignvalley
i re-read this like once a month, i'm so serious. it's just so good, and i love how bradley and cali (i don't know if the reader has a nickname, but cali to me) heal together.
Creator's Own
baby, i'm high octane, jake seresin
somehow, i am still writing this fic like... over a year later, but baby, i'm high octane was the first tgm fic that i ever wrote and ever posted. and i am so proud of it, even if i've been working on it for a million years!
delicate, bob floyd
probably one of my angstiest (but also softest) fics. i wrote this for @roosterforme's incredible love is in the air challenge in february (a huge shoutout to emily, whose work is featured on many rewind lists), and i still think about it all the time.
A kind reminder, this is a 18+ blog. While not all stories in the recommendation list are 18+, please respect boundaries and do not interact unless you are 18 years of age or older.
…. rhett and/or lewis in a backwards hat… don’t even put the image in my brain
@laracrofted
darling Amelia, I have to spread the good word. that man looks so fucking good in a hat in general & we all know he loves a good ball cap (lookin at you Mack daddy hat 👀). so it's only fair to think he's worn it backwards once or twice in his life
and with the longer Rhett hair??? HELLO??? it would literally be so hot especially with the longer curls peaking out the back 😩 and playing with the curls too??? END ME
have you ever listened to my kink is karma by chappell roan? because i really do strongly feel it is cherry’s song.
💌 laracrofted
Oh my gosh!! @laracrofted babe!!! it’s such a vibe. That video is a whole vibe, and I loved it! But also, I didn’t like the clowns cause I have a perpetual fear of them. 😂 thats the one issue
It most definitely does sound like a cherry anthem! She would own that song, with Bobby doing the mood lighting!
I love hearing your guys song recommendations, and even ideas you have about any fics!
for the first day of fall, i’m thinking about rhett x reader x bob’s fall traditions for thoughts. do you have any head canons or ideas?
💌 laracrofted
fdkjhg omg I love this idea 😭💃
Fall Headcanons for Bob x Reader x Rhett
For the most part, the changing of the seasons isn't acknowledged until the day that Rhett exchanges his straw hat for the felt one. Nobody really thinks anything of the changing leaves until the hat changes, too, because that can only mean one thing: it's getting colder outside.
Which, in turn, means that Bob's going to be climbing up into the attic by sundown, hunting for dusty boxes of winter clothing. He and the reader themselves don't need it yet, but with Rhett working outdoors year-round, it's better to have those thicker flannels on hand than stored away.
Rhett's hands are a little colder when he comes home, Bob's seasonal allergies draw up from the woodwork, and the Reader finds themselves pulling thicker blankets out of the closet.
At night, the thermostat starts to lower than it should. Not because they're trying to conserve heat but because Rhett gets cuddly when the temperature drops outside. The Reader and Bob might melt if it's too warm inside; it's cold in the house exclusively to keep someone from breaking a sweat.
There's no particular routine to it, but in early autumn, someone's always convincing the other two to go on a little voyage through nature. Sometimes, that's Rhett orchestrating a horseback ride near the ranch he works on, the Reader is taking them on a spontaneous walk through the woods surrounding the house, or Bob's driving them out to a proper park and wandering down a trail.
Pointing at trees with uniquely colored leaves, watching in awed silence as a fox bounces past, taking both scenic photos and goofy ones — someone always manages to get a leaf or two balanced on Rhett's hat before he notices. Bob sneezes half of the damn walk, but he has a good time.
They venture out to the local corn maze and wander through the annual Autumn Festival, buying things they didn't need and hopping on hay rides that make Rhett motion sick. It always ends in him laying in the back of the truck, head buried in the Reader's lap, napping off the nausea of it.
The fireplace in the living room can never be lit because sometimes mold grows on the firewood, and it sends poor Bobby into a sneezing fit that can last for days, but they do assemble the firepit in the backyard. Bob's always avoiding the smoke like it's his worst enemy, the Reader is bundled up in blankets, and Rhett's burning the hell out of marshmallows.
Sometime in mid-October, Rhett comes home with a gallon of apple cider from the local orchard. It's sold out every time they go out seeking it, but the ranch he works on has some sort of deal where they get free cider for their employees. It never lasts for more than two weeks in the Floytt household 🍂🍎
professor bob is chairman of the tortured poets department btw 😌 i just know this album will be sooooo him
ames @laracrofted
Listen. LISTEN. Blondie better come through for me with this one, and it better be so Professor Bob coded it makes me cry. She clowned me by thinking she was going to announce Rep TV, but then threw a whole ass new album in my face.
I would argue that @mothdruid’s Poetry Professor Bob is the chairman, but EPB can be vice chair.
