#rhett and bug

[thecowboyfiles]

￫ Description: Rhett takes you to a busy store and you start to slip.

￫ c/w: This contains age regression

￫ a/n: I know sex is what sells on this website but I really miss caregiver!rhett. no use of y/n, no pronouns, again contains non-sexual age regression

Being so far out of town and on a ranch, you don't run into too many people. That's how you both like it, a slow quiet life just you and the Abbott family.

Going into town was always a bit of an experience. It wasn't a big city by any means, but it was always busier than you expect. The hustle and bustle of the feed store almost males you dizzy. Does every single farmer in Wabang need to feed their animal on the exact same day?

You follows behind Rhett, probably looking like a lost puppy. You wish you were holding his hand, but he was on a mission, walking through the Aisles with so much purpose that you didn't even try.

When Rhett finally stops, inspecting a bag of bull feed, presumably making sure it's the right one, the pull of littlespace is much stronger than it should be. You bring your thumb up to your mouth but still have the sense of where you are and stop yourself from shoving it straight into your mouth like you want too. Instead, you try to satisfy the need by chewing on the nail.

Despite Rhett's preoccupied mind - he notices this little tic. " You feelin' small, bug?" he asks lowly in your ear.

You nod, too fuzzy to use your words and still chewing on your thumb nail.

"Okay, okay. Daddy's just gotta get a few more things and then I'll take you home. Can you be Daddy's big Bug Until we get back to the truck?"

It was almost as if Rhett wanted you to slip, refering to himself in the third person. You could feel tears stinging ar your tired eyes and that flood of emotions that always seemed to come with slipping into littlespace. "I wanna go daddy. I wanna go home." That slight whine and quiver in your voice is what makes Rhett put the bag back and squeeze your hand.

“Alright Darlin’ we’re going.” He assures, holding you close. To hell with the animal feed, it can wait, or Royal can go get it his damn self.

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tagging @sebsxphia because I know how you feel about Rhett and Bug. 🥰

[delopsia]

Just watched a man get chased across the parking lot by a dragon fly, and if that ain't Rhett, then I don't know what is

[bobfloydsbabe]

in the mood to work on my rhett fic but also not in the mood at all. might be the corner i've written myself into but who knows.

[verricherri]

Ashes and After

Chapter 1: Too Late

A/N: GUESS WHAT BROUGHT ME HERE? BOB FUCKING REYNOLDS. One thing led to another and suddenly—I fell headfirst into the land of Lewis Pullman. And now? Here I am… with the cowboy. Warnings: It's gonna get dirty. Saddle up, we gon ride Masterlist Feedback and reposts are appreciated ☀️

You were only supposed to be in town for cat food.

In and out. Grab the grain-free salmon formula, ignore the glances, and drive straight back to your temporary rental before the past noticed you breathing.

But the past was standing by the feed bins with a twenty-pound sack of livestock pellets slung over his shoulder.

“Didn’t think I’d see your face again.”

You turned. Slowly. Like facing a loaded rifle.

“Royal.”

He looked older. Or maybe you just remembered him younger.

“You still got that cat?” You blinked. “Yeah.” “She still livin’ like a goddamn queen?” You cracked the smallest smile. “She wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He helped you carry the bag to your truck.

You didn’t offer. He didn’t ask.

“I’m just in town for a bit,” you said, like it explained anything. “Temporary work. Something with horses. Fence inspections.”

Royal gave a grunt of acknowledgment. Neutral.

You added, “Needed to talk to you anyway. There’s a border issue near the creek, south fence line. Thought I should say something.” “You didn’t call ahead.” You shrugged. “Didn’t think it was that kind of visit.” Royal shut the tailgate with one hand and leaned his weight against it. “You should come by.” You blinked. “The ranch?” “Cecilia and Amy’d skin me if they found out I saw you and didn’t bring you home for dinner.” Your jaw tightened. “I’m not sure—” “You don’t have to stay. Just one meal.”

He paused.

“She missed you.”

And by the way he said it — you knew he meant more than one of them.

----

You followed his truck down the long familiar drive, every bump in the dirt road shaking loose pieces of you that had stayed buried — same cracked roads, same dust on the windows of the diner where your name used to mean something. Your boots crunched over gravel that remembered your weight. The sky stretched endless above, but everything else felt smaller now. Like time shrank the place to punish you.

The Abbott ranch loomed on the horizon like a dare. You parked just outside the gate. Not close enough to look like you belonged, not far enough to pretend you didn’t want to.

The ranch hadn’t changed. The gate still creaked. The wind still rolled through the tall grass like a warning.

And standing on the porch, wiping her hands on a dish towel, was Cecilia Abbott.

She looked up, did a double take, and then walked straight for you with arms open and eyes full.

“Well. I’ll be damned.” she breathed, pulling you into her chest. “I didn’t know I was missed.”

She wrapped you in a hug without hesitation. Warm and steady. Like no time had passed. She stepped back, holding you at arm’s length.

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard all year. And Rhett still lives here, so that’s sayin’ something.”

Before you could answer, the screen door slammed.

Amy.

Older now. Taller. Same wide eyes.

She didn’t say anything — just crashed into you at full speed and squeezed your ribs like she was checking if they still fit together.

“I missed you,” she said against your jacket. “I missed you too, bug.”

You weren’t lying.

----

Dinner was the kind of quiet that had weight to it.

You sat between Amy and Royal. The food was the same. The table, the same. The eyes on you, mostly kind.

Amy filled the space the way she always did — talking about school, a colt she’d been working with, the new vet in town.

You noticed the empty chair across from you. You knew who it belonged to.

Cecilia reached across, offered you more roast. You accepted with a quiet “thank you.” “You still working with horses?” Amy asked. Her voice was light, but you saw it in her eyes — the hesitation. The hope. You nodded. “Yeah. Some rehab, some assessments. Little of everything.” “That’s good,” she said. “You were always good with the broken ones.”

You tried not to flinch.

Then—

Boots.

Heavy. Familiar.

You knew that stride like a song you hadn’t heard in years but still remembered every word to.

Rhett.

He walked into the kitchen, dust on his shirt, fresh from the barn. He paused — mid-step — when he saw you.

Your stomach flipped.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t sit.

Didn’t blink.

He just stood there, like he was trying to wake up from a bad dream.

Amy opened her mouth to say something — but he turned.

Walked straight back out the door without a word.

The silence he left behind was thick as molasses.

No one filled it.

Cecilia cleared her throat. Passed the potatoes.

----

Two Years Ago

You and Rhett sat on the hood of his truck, parked facing the south field. The sun was going down. He had his head in your lap, hat tilted forward.

“You ever think about leaving?” you asked. He didn’t look up. “Every goddamn day.” “But you won’t.” “No.” “Why not?” He reached up and tapped your knee. “Got you, don’t I?”

You smiled. Ran your fingers through his hair.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeper.

“You’re not like anyone else,” he mumbled. You leaned down, kissed his jaw. “You say that like it’s a good thing.” “It is,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “'Cause when the world gets too loud, you’re the only quiet I trust.”

----

After dinner, you helped Amy carry plates to the sink. She leaned close.

“You’re not leaving again, right?”

You didn’t answer.

Outside, the porch light buzzed gently.

Cecilia walked you to your truck.

“He’s… struggling,” she said. “I’m not here for him.” She raised an eyebrow, smile sad. “Aren’t you?”

You didn’t reply.

You didn’t need to.

----

Back at your trailer on the edge of town, the cat meowed for her dinner.

You poured the kibble and sat down hard on the couch.

The silence wasn’t peaceful.

It was punishing.

----

One Week Before You Left

You and Rhett sat on the porch swing. Late night. His shirt smelled like hay and sweat.

“You think we’ll make it?” you asked. He didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. We’ve survived worse.” You hesitated. “Even if I mess up?”

He looked at you then, real and raw.

“Long as you come home.” You pressed your lips together. “And if I don’t?”

He reached out, tugged you close. His hand cradled the back of your neck.

“Then I’ll burn the world down lookin’ for you.”

You had to look away.

Because you were already planning your exit.

NEXT

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[girlcowboy]

rhett abbott | sick day

a/n: i had covid a few weeks ago. bon apetit

tags: sickfic, throwing up, slight angst

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Awareness drags you into the land of the awake, the air thick like molasses around you. There's a thin sheen of sweat across your forehead and the back of your neck, your skin clammy and cold. You shiver under your blanket, the fabric sticking to your legs as you shift.

Soreness creeps into your joints, creaking like an old screen door. The reason you're awake can be heard shuffling around the dark, quiet, warm room, boots clacking against hardwood floor, coming in and out of the bathroom.

"You 'wake?" Comes Rhett's low, gruff voice, fresh water on a summer day. Your head swims. "It's almost noon, doll."

Your mouth is dry. You head throbs a sickening rhythm.

Hesitantly, his voice calls, "Doll?"

There's a hand on your forehead now, blissfully cool.

"Shit!" Rhett hisses under his breath, tearing his hand away. "Hey, babydoll, will y'look at me?"

You crack your eye open at him, humming under your breath, a note of pain in your voice.

"Can y'keep yer voice down?" You rasp, turning your head away into the pillow. The motion makes your head pound harder and you grit your teeth against the pain, clenching and unclenching the sheets in between your fingers.

"Oh," Rhett's voice draws out, low and soothing. His palm rubs up your arm. "You not feelin' too good?"

"It hurts," You croak into the pillow. "An' it's hot. Real hot."

Rhett clucks his tongue. He pulls away. "Lemme go check the cabinet, see if we got any medicine. Sit tight, baby."

You hear him leave, boots clicking on their way out. You must doze off between one moment and the next, because when you wake next, you're on the couch. Rhett has pulled up a chair next to you, hands clasped together, forehead resting against his knuckles. His entire body looks tense, shoulders drawn up tight.

You make an unhappy noise and Rhett's head shoots up.

"Hey," He rasps, wiping at his face. "Hey, honey. You- how you feeling?"

Rhett's hands are all over you, feeling your forehead, lifting a damp, warm rag off the back of your neck, and tugging a blanket higher up your shoulders.

"Were you prayin'?" You croak, confused. Nausea swirls in your stomach and you close your eyes, breathing shallowly against it.

"Nawh," Rhett denies vehemently as he drags a bowl over, putting it on the floor in front of your face. "Nawh, I was just- restin'. Thinking. You feeling any better? My- My Momma, she brought some meds and somethin' to eat, easy on the stomach. You weren't..."

Rhett's throat bobs in a swallow and he admits, quietly,

"Baby, you weren't wakin' up," He says. "My momma said to call the doctor over."

"Well, don't do that," You grumble, shifting the blanket off your shoulder. Upon attempting to sit up, you find its actually many, many blankets, maybe even all the ones currently in the house. Dizziness hits you all at once, your throat working against a vicious gag. "-Bowl?"

Rhett scrambles for the bowl, hand resting on your shoulder as he holds the bowl for you to huck up in, throat working around bile and not much else.

"'Ere you go, baby, good job," Rhett rumbles, petting at your hair. "Good, good job. There you go."

"Bad," You gag. Your head pounds and swirls. "Thinkin' I- caught a bug or somethin'."

Rhett huffs a humorless laugh, easing the bowl away and setting off to the side somewhere. He helps you lay back down, diligently tucking you back under the pile of blankets.

"...'M glad you're up," Rhett admits. "Up 'n talking. You scared me."

"'M sorry," You say quietly. Rhett shakes his head silently.

"I'll get you some medicine," Rhett decides, pushing himself up. His hand cards through your hair and you hum. "You- just sit 'n rest, darlin'."

[sebsxphia]

hey Seb!

i was wondering if you were taking requests, i was thinking Rhett and little reader, where little reader gets really sick from a bug at work, comes home all in little space, all groggy and cranky and Rhett takes care of them?

-Flames x

￫ authors notes: after not writing anything in so long, this definitely got me out of the block for a little bit 🥹 this was absolutely how i felt the other week when i was sick! i hope you enjoy <3

￫ warnings: age regression, feeling unwell and fluff, fluff, fluff.

rhett called you from your ranch as you were driving home. he knew the exact time that you would be on the road back home and he also had an inkling that you weren’t feeling well.

you woke up with a minor complaint about your head throbbing and your muscles aching. you put it down to the yard work you’d done the day before, on sunday.

your text messages to rhett throughout the day were slower than normal and barely contained any words at all.

“you okay, lil’ darlin’?”

rhett’s voice was a warm relief to your ears, as it thrummed through the trucks speakers.

“m’ sorry i haven’t properly messaged you today, baby. my eyes have been hurtin’. i could barely look at the screen.”

he chuckled softly on the other end of the phone and disregarded your need to apologize.

“i don’t think y’ feelin’ too well, are you? you said this mornin’ and y’ were heatin’ up in a pool of sweat in bed last night.”

you winced in the truck from annoyance at rhett’s undeniable fact that you were ill. it was only monday. you were adamant to avoid this and you were fighting the little itch in your head.

“nah, i think i was heatin’ up because of you, cowboy.”

rhett laughed again on the other end of the phone and you could hear him shaking his head.

“come home, let me take care of you. please, lil’ darlin’.”

you felt your bottom lip begin to wobble at his sweet name for you. you chewed at your bottom lip to avoid the murmur and didn’t say a word.

“baby? you okay?”

concern laced his voice.

“m’ just so tired, daddy.” you groaned in defeat.

the name for rhett and the tone in your voice made him switch up his posture, his voice, his own mindset, in an instant. he knew what you needed.

“i know, lil’ one. i know. how far away are you now, hm? y’ can’t be far. keep drivin’ lil’ one and daddy will be here when y’ get home. i promise, bambi.”

he stayed on the phone with you for the next ten minutes and guided you home safely. he was frighteningly aware that driving in your current headspace could pose as a danger. he himself was on edge, with his knee bouncing vigorously, until he heard his sweetheart pull into the drive way.

the gravel crunched under rhett’s heavy boots as he paced towards the passenger door of your truck. he saw your tender face wince in pain as he opened the door for you. your eyes were already watering and a look of desperation was etched over your features.

“oh, my little one. c’ere.” his strong and comforting arms reached out to haul you out of the truck and into his warm hold. he made a mental note to grab your belongings later when you were settled.

he gently helped you shed your clothes from the day and dress you in a larger t-shirt of his. when being this little, you would opt for one of your little rompers decorated in illustrations of cowboys, but your sticky and warm body couldn’t handle something so restrictive.

you continually let out small, cranky groans in discomfort. occasionally you babbled and grumbled about how much you ached, or how hard your head was throbbing. rhett consoled each of your protests with a reassuring kiss to your warm forehead and a gentle hum of words.

“i know, bambi. i know. daddy’s here now. gonna get y’ comfortable, get y’ somethin’ to eat and drink, ‘n daddy will cuddle ‘n smother you, all night.”

he clipped on your pacifier clip to his t-shirt and slipped it between your lips, before giving you a fleeting kiss to your nose. a small smile cracked at the corners of your lips, before returning to a frown of discomfort.

“hurt, dada.”

you pointed at your forehead and he pressed the back of his hand to your burning flesh.

“you’re burin’ up, bambi. like a lil’ firefly. y’ know what fireflies need?”

you frowned again and shook your head with a small pout.

“a lil’ bit of milk in y’ favourite bottle, light from the television ‘nd a cuddle from daddy! you’ll feel better in no time, bambi.”

rhett put on his most enthusiastic voice to try and convey that his little one would be okay and that they wouldn’t hurt for much longer. his heart ached to see you in so much pain.

rhett knew that the next two days would be the worst for you. but as always, he kept his promise until his little bambi was giggling and squealing constantly at his light tickles.

[bears-ao3-blog]

The Rumor Come Out: Does Scout Sniper TF2 is Gay?

Requested by Rhett on AO3: "If I were to ask for anything more, it'd be Sniper and Scout coming out to everyone (if they want to)"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, Mick?" 

Sniper hummed next to him questionably as he swirled the deep brown coffee in his mug absentmindedly, the dark morning painting the steaming brew an inky black as Sniper watched the liquid pool up at the sides and flow back, a film of coffee tinging the white mug cream on the inside. The two were sat in their chairs, like they were every morning. They had started meeting, without fail, at least once every day ever since they had found out about the other's reciprocation of feelings 2 weeks prior, and they were happy – mostly happy, that is. It's just...something was bugging Scout; eating at him like his teeth on his thumbnails. Rapping at the door of his mind every time he wasn't focused on other matters. 

"...I kinda wanna tell the others. About us." 

Sniper's eyes widened, his grip faltering on the warm ceramic handle as he whipped his head over to Scout so fast his hat and aviators nearly flew off. His response was unusually high-pitched for his low timbre, and panic laced his words with a fearful sharpness. 

"Wot?" 

Scout looked a little sheepish when their eyes met, his posture tense and guarded like he knew this is exactly how the marksman was going to react, and he nodded solemnly, a guilt clearly present on his face with the way it scrunched his features and made his eyes fall distant. 

"I...I don' like lyin' ta them, man. I mean, c'mon, what's da worst dat could happen?" 

Sniper looked at Scout incredulously before he shook his head to clear his mind and gather his thoughts. A tight frown and knitted brows replaced the shock as he rattled off. 

"Well, first of all, we could lose our jobs. Even if the Administrator is foine with "friends of Dorothy", M'not too sure she'd take kindly to our very unprofessional workplace relationship. An' wot abaut the others? You've never been 'appier abaut bein' accepted araund 'em, an' now you wanna risk all that?" 

Sniper's rant was cut rather short after his wandering, darting, rant-driven eyes finally landed on Scout and the runner looked like the sharpshooter just shot his dog. Sniper shut up right then and there with a click of his teeth and an uncomfortable swallow. He softened in his posture, which had similarly tensed, and spoke much more tenderly, leaning over the short distance of their chairs to gently cup the other's face. His thumb stroked comforting circles into the other's cheek as Scout pressed into the hand, his gaze falling. 

"I jus' want ya to be safe, for us to be safe. The world ain't keen on a love like ours, 'roo...Hey-" 

Sniper nudged Scout's chin upwards so the other would look up at him, and the marksman's heart squeezed at the poorly-concealed shine of the runner's eyes. Sniper's lip curled in confliction, his eyes darting between the left and right of Scout's, before he sighed, averting his gaze to get out his next words. The look on the other's face made his throat squeeze too much to speak. 

"I...I trust ya, luv. Just...be smart abaut it, yeah?" 

Scout looked up with a small pout, brows crinkling slightly. Sniper looked back, their eye contact intensifying as Scout's gaze turned steely. 

"I'm not an idiot, Snipes. I know 'em. M'pretty sure the only person who'd have anythin' ta say about it would be Spy, and dat's just cause he don't approve of anythin' I do." 

Sniper's lips pursed, looking away thoughtfully before he pulled the other in with the hand cupping the speedster's cheek to press a slow, apologetic kiss to the other's lips. They pulled only inches away, resting on each other's foreheads as Sniper nodded softly in understanding, his voice steeped in a similar softness as he spoke. 

"I know you're not, Jeremy." 

Scout sighed in response, his defensiveness melting away as he nodded back. 

"I know ya know..." 

They pulled apart, Sniper sitting up straighter and sipping at his coffee, Scout slumping against the back of his chair with a dramatic trill of his lips. 

"Dis sucks. Screw all the bastards dat decided two dude bein' inta each other was a crime." 

"Cheers ta that, mate. Bugger em'." 

"Yeah! Bugger em'!" 

Sniper chuckled under his breath as he lifted his mug to his lips to take a sip, finding Scout's usage of his own slang amusing.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Engineer and Pyro 

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The inventor and fire-starter were sat at the dining room table, both perched over their respective pieces of paper and drawing away. Pyro was working on an odd doodle of Medic with a dove head in a hard press of crayon, and Engineer was making smooth, purposeful, light drags of his carpenter pencil on his newest draft of his newest creation. It looked like an upgrade to the teleporters, from what Scout could see. Scout felt a pang of dread attempt to stop him in his tracks, but the runner nevertheless sat himself down in a chair across from them. 

Engineer broke out of his concentration to smile at Scout lopsidedly, tucking the pencil behind his ear. 

"Well howdy, Scout! How's it goin'?" 

The engineer's voice got Pyro's attention, who looked up and offered their own muffled greeting. 

Scout feigned a smile back, his nerves serving the genuinity behind it null. Engineer noticed quickly, his brows furrowing behind his goggles and head dipping slightly in concern, continuing before the speedster could get a word in. 

"Is everythin' alright?" 

Scout grimaced at being found out so quickly and he sighed, eyes landing on the floor next to the table as he searched for the right words. 

Did Sniper have a point? Should he think about this first? What if Engineer secretly hated gays? What if it ruined their friendship? What if Pyro did and they tried lighting him up or something? He didn’t want to risk ruining the relationships he had worked so hard at building. Scout's throat squeezed in anxiety, mouth remaining stubbornly closed and refusing to elaborate. But Engineer's looking at him like something's up and Pyro's mumbling in a questioning manner and Scout's hand clenches as he huffs, finally returning Engineer's gaze. 

"I uh...got somethin' ta tell ya. An' it doesn't change who I am, yknow? I'm still the same old Scout, ya just know a little more about him an' I don't-" 

"Woah woah woah there, pardner-" 

Engineer halted Scout's nervous rambling with a calming voice and raised hands, motioning to convey the same meaning. Scout looked at him with wide eyes and features tense with stress. Engineer replied with a small, disarming smile and gentle tone. 

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not worth all this stressin' about. Just tell us, son." 

Scout took a deep breath to gather the courage, eyes closing to find himself, and slowly let it out before finally, finally saying it. 

"Me 'n Snipes...we're, uh...togetha. Like togetha togetha, so...yeah." 

Engineer looked over at Pyro, who looked over at Engineer, and they both broke out into laughter. Muted giggles emanated from Pyro's mask and a loud, booming guffaw was ripped from Engineer as Scout watched, jaw on the floor, brows pinched in confusion and offense. 

"Da hell's so funny, huh?" 

Engineer waved off the statement, still recovering as giggles and snickers spilled out of him, speaking through them. 

"No, no, hehahaah! Son, we know. Ya aren't exactly subtle about yer feelin's, hehe. Ahh, hell, most of the crew knew before you two even knew, I reckon." 

Pyro mumbled something, similarly amused, and Scout just squinted at them, completely oblivious as to what they were saying. He didn’t quite care, though, he was mostly distracted by the truth-bomb dropped by Engineer.  

"I'm sorry...what?" 

"Scout, it's fine, really. I reckon you'd know by now if the team had a problem with it." 

Scout's brows furrowed as his eyes darted around, rethinking every interaction he'd had with anyone since him and Sniper started talking, and his eyes widened as things started clicking into place. The odd quips from Demo weren't him being weird, he was teasing, and that’s why Soldier would always snicker like they were in on some inside joke....and the way Engineer would smile at him when Scout would talk about him and Sniper, like he was happy for him, too happy...Spy's seemingly new formed hatred towards the two being together, but him oddly hiding it and avoiding him? 

"So...so-" 

Engineer sighed, that same smile still on his face. 

"We're happy fer ya, Scout. I mean, big guy and the doc are a pair too, aren't they? Ya don't see us making a fuss of it. They aren’t the only ones, either. But uhh...that's not my place to talk about." 

Engineer's face tinged red during his last few sentences, his voice coming down to a sheepish murmur, which made Scout's eyes squint suspiciously. Was he implying... Scout shook the thought out of his head and it was very quickly replaced with the realization that the team knew. Because he was so obvious about it. It was Scout's turn to turn red, dropping his head in his crossed arms on the table with a dull thud, his muffled voice sounding from his arms. 

"Goddd dat's so fuckin' embarrasin'. Ughh-uuhh." 

More chuckles came from Engineer and Pyro, making Scout bury further in his arms, his cheeks burning. Pyro mumbled another bout of hums that Scout couldn’t even begin to make sense of. Engineer heard it just fine though, agreeing.  

"Scorch is right. Don't fret none, son. Only thing that's changed's yer perspective, is all." 

Scout lifted his head to rest his chin on his arms, frowning sulkily, his face still warm. He muttered, averting both of their gazes. 

"Yeah, whateva." 

Once again, Engineer and Pyro laughed. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Soldier and Demo 

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Scout stomped outside, fists clenched, an irrational anger coursing through him. Everyone knew? Why were they so fucking coy about it? He could have avoided this whole, deeply uncomfortable, heart-to-heart "there's something I need to tell you" bullshit! And with the context, that meant that Demo and Soldier had been making fun of them! Scout could take the jokes usually thrown at him, that was just part of everyday life, but jokes at the expense of Sniper was different. He felt hot with irritation as he looked for the two. The telltale sounds of booming explosions and chaos laced with gruff cackling and howling of laughter lead Scout right to where he was looking. They were practicing their exploding jumps and seeing who could reach the highest, and were already sporting some nasty cuts and broken bones. Scout could already hear Medic's annoyed huffs and complaints about having to do his job when they weren't on the battlefield.  

"Hey chuckleheads! I gots a bone ta pick wit ya!" 

The two men stopped what they were doing, Soldier's rocket launcher already aimed at the ground, his finger tensing on the trigger when they were interrupted. Their heads turned in the direction of the steaming runner, and they looked at each other with a mix of mild annoyance and worry. 

"Uhh...aye lad? Whit’s got ye in a stooshie for?" 

Scout finished stomping over, arms crossed and a deeply unamused look on his face. 

"You two know about me and Snipes, dontcha?" 

The two looked like they were deer in headlights, before eyeing the other, nervousness prominent in their features as they looked back at the speedster gingerly. 

"Emm...aye, that’s right, laddie." 

Scout threw his arms back and punched both of them in the shoulder with a hefty blow. The two yelped, and Demo swiftly threw an arm against Soldier to stop him from attacking back, the war fanatic shouting threats and insults and crazed blabbering about disrespect and the like. Scout shook his head, tutting and "ah- ah- ah- ah-"ing to get him to shut up. When Soldier finally quieted down, Scout spoke with a disturbingly calm and even voice. 

"Ya make one more joke an' I knock both ya blocks off so hard respawn don't gotta chance at savin' ya, hear me?"  

Soldier and Demo exchanged another nervous look before they nodded understandingly. Scout mirrored the action in approval. 

"Good." 

Demo piped up quickly, attempting damage control. 

"If it makes ye feel any better, we’re chuffed for ye. Ye two fit together like a hand in a glove." 

"Indeed! That sort of behavior happens all the time in the army! Just be sure to be quiet about it!" 

Demo whacked Soldier upside the head, making an annoyed, drawn-out noise. 

"Ya numpty, he’s no got tae be quiet aboot it!" 

Scout glared at Soldier, puffing his chest out defiantly and squaring his shoulders. 

"Dat's freakin' right, I don't...but actually though, maybe don’t mention it to the Administrator...I don't want her on my ass about it." 

There was a moment of silence before Soldier quietly mumbled a: 

"Affirmative. I am sure your ass is strictly for the Sniper." 

Demo barely had time to cackle in response before they both got a face full of baseball bat. Medic didn’t even bother questioning when Scout hailed him over to fix them up. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Spy 

_______________ 

It was later that night that he caught Spy, lounging against a wall, inhaling another one of his cancer sticks, looking as grumpy as ever. Scout leaned against the wall next to him, arms crossed nonchalantly. Spy peered down at him with a raised brow. Scout didn’t have to look over to know that was the case. 

"Why 'aven't you been on my ass about me n' Snipes." 

There was an awkward silence before Spy sighed, long, drawn out, and laced with cigarette smoke. 

"I feegured you would ask queshtions." 

Another awkward silence. Scout glared over at him expectantly. 

"Well?" 

Spy's face scrunched in annoyance, lip curling to reveal the teeth gently holding his cigarette in place. 

"It is none of my bizness, non?" 

"Oh, don't gimme dat crap, you got no sense of the word. What the fuck's been up wit ya." 

The sleuth growled in irritation before speaking. 

"Is it so 'ard to believe a man is capable of a change of 'eart? I may not like it, but 'e's been good for you, and zerefore good for your performance. No need to interfere with somesing zat is working." 

Scout gawked at him, brows slightly furrowed in disbelief. Spy? Change of heart? What the hell was going on? An odd sense of validation made his heart perk up in happiness and he fucking hated that he was so delighted to hear that Spy approved of their relationship. Why the hell would he need the bastard's approval? Why the hell did he need the bastard's approval? Why was he realizing this just now? Wh- 

"Scout. You are staring." 

"Yeah! Ya bein' fuckin weird about this!" 

Spy huffed again, another cloud of smoke billowing from his lips. 

"You expect me to be a bigot?" 

Scout snorted at that, resulting in a cold look from the older man. 

"Nah, ya more a fairy dan I am, fancy pants." 

"Oh please. Ugh, if you'd kindly shut your mouth for once in your life it would do me a great deal of good." 

Spy pinched the bridge of his nose, teeth gritting. Scout grinned smugly back and nodded in approval. 

"Now ya actin' more like yaself." 

Spy let go, face falling to more of a mild shock, paired with a raised eyebrow as he peered over at the other questioningly. 

"What? Yeah, you're a bastard but I'm used ta dat. Don't gotta be a dick about me n Sniper but...you've been like-, avoiding me lately, n' stuff. I thought you actually were a bigot'a somethin' for a hot sec." 

Scout scoff-laughed at the end, obviously finding the idea a bit silly. He looked up to see Spy looking oddly sheepish. 

"Well...I figured zat my, er, distance, would do you some good as well. I know I am not kind to you often." 

Scout looked forward, feigning interest in the wall across from them, embarrassment making the back of his neck burn as he begrudgingly disagreed. 

"Nah...nah. Ya good. A dick fa sure but...ya good." 

The silence was more comfortin- comfortable. Not comforting. There was absolutely nothing comforting about Spy. But regardless, they shared that stillness for a solid few minutes before Scout quietly bid him farewell and briskly walked away. Spy watched him go with an unreadable expression, but an unmistakable softness in his eyes and posture. He lit another cigarette. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Sniper jumped slightly when the door to the camper swung open with no warning, drawing the marksman out of reading his newest MEN'S SURVIVAL MAGAZINE issue. A slightly exhausted looking Scout tumbled in and shut the door behind him with a huff. Sniper's chest immediately locked up, fearing the worst as Scout trudged over, stopping outside of the booth Sniper was sitting in. Sniper turned, pulling his legs out from under the table to face his body outward, head tilting before his eyes widened as Scout plopped in Sniper's lap and melted into him, head resting on the other's shoulder. 

"...wos it bad, 'roo?" 

Scout shook his head, shimmying further into Sniper's space and sighing in comfort. 

"Nah...jus' stressful. 'pparently everyone knew already. I'm just glad to see ya again." 

Sniper smiled and wrapped his arms around the runner, pulling him closer and resting his own head on the other's shoulder. 

"Good ta hear, luv. I'm 'appy ta see ya too. Now, hop off, would ya? I'm getting' dinnah started in a tick." 

Scout pulled back, fueled with a new excitement as he beamed brightly. 

"Aw hell yeah!" 

[spaceycat]

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[bowiebugwrites]

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[sebsxphia]

aaaaaaah! this had me giggling and kicking my feet! i absolutely ADORE this 🥹

He had been secretly worried that something would be wrong with the kitten, and he would have to come back and tell you you couldn't keep him, then have to deal with the ensuing tears.

he was worried 🥺

"That's right," Rhett smiles with a nod. "It also means you have to get dressed so we can go to the store," He reminds. "Can you do it yourself, or do you need Daddy's help?"

i loveeeee this little detail so much! things like this would add to the headspace for me and i know that rhett would pick up on all of these little details 🥺

Rhett holds tightly onto your hand so you can't rush away from him, and he makes a beeline for the food first so you can get that out of the way and focus on the toys.

"You're being very patient, bug," Rhett murmurs in your ear after he finally picks out a bag. "I'm very proud of you," He leans over to press a kiss to the top of your head. "Let's go pick out some toys,"

As if Rhett knew exactly what you would do, he speaks again before you can pick every single toy off the wall. "You can pick out five toys, love. We can always come back for more, but he might not like some. Just like you didn't like some of the toys daddy got you when you're little, remember?" He always does that, tries to relate things back to you when you're regressed, to help you understand.

this whole part had me like—

i was beaming from ear to ear when i read this 🥹 rhett as your caregiver, he just knows every little detail about you and your behaviour, and how he’s learnt to help you process it all 🥹 it’s so sweet, soft and tender and i cannot express how much i love how you write caregiver rhett! i needed this so badly today. thank you for sharing this! 🥰💗🫶🏼

i was thinking about a follow on to goose and bug, like i mentioned in my reblog, about the clean up of goose and getting all new kitty things, like a scratch post, bed and toys!! which is super exciting because kitty toys are so much fun!! 🥹💗

After Rhett finds the kitten, his first thought is to take it to the wet just to make sure it doesn't have worms or fleas; he has no idea how long it's been out there. He decides to go on his own, since you still have some reservations about being little in public, but there's absolutely no way that you will pass up the opportunity to go to the pet store, little or not.

"Good news, bug. Vet says Goose has a clean bill of health, so we can go get some things for him now," Rhett smiles. He had been secretly worried that something would be wrong with the kitten, and he would have to come back and tell you you couldn't keep him, then have to deal with the ensuing tears.

"Yay!!" You grin, jumping up from the bed and rushing over to where Rhett was holding the kitten in his bedroom doorway. "That means we can keep him, right?"

"That's right," Rhett smiles with a nod. "It also means you have to get dressed so we can go to the store," He reminds. "Can you do it yourself, or do you need Daddy's help?"

I can do it," You reply, already yanking off your clothes to pull on a T-shirt and some jeans.

Once you both get to the pet store, the anxiousness you feel about being out in public quickly goes away. Rhett holds tightly onto your hand so you can't rush away from him, and he makes a beeline for the food first so you can get that out of the way and focus on the toys.

"You're being very patient, bug," Rhett murmurs in your ear after he finally picks out a bag. "I'm very proud of you," He leans over to press a kiss to the top of your head. "Let's go pick out some toys,"

As if Rhett knew exactly what you would do, he speaks again before you can pick every single toy off the wall. "You can pick out five toys, love. We can always come back for more, but he might not like some. Just like you didn't like some of the toys daddy got you when you're little, remember?" He always does that, tries to relate things back to you when you're regressed, to help you understand.

"I'll pick them out carefully," You nod, letting go of his hand to step up to the toys. It takes you even longer to pick out the five toys than it did for Rhett to find the right food, but he never complained. You had to touch, squeeze, and shake each toy to see how they worked. In the end, you picked out a toy crayon filled with catnip, a plastic ball with a bell inside to make it jingle, a sick with a feather on the end for both of you to run around with, and two toy mice.

Now, it was time for the fun part, taking them home and giving them to your new best friend.

[delopsia]

Hi del! Wecome back! Glad to hear your 'engine's runnin again XD

If your lookin for a Rhett and/or Bob... don't know how it is where you are but it's currently dark, windy, and rainy here and the lights are a flickerin... What do you think about bein with the boys during stormy blackout conditions? ~🌧️

aaaa hello! thaank youuu ^w^ I'm sorry this took me so long, haha.

Rhett ⊹₊ ˚‧

If there is one kind of weather that Rhett is uniquely familiar with, it's storms like these. Wabang is infamous for the uniquely violent storms that are always running through it; things have progressed to the point that there's been an ongoing study about why the hell this particular town is constantly being hammered by freak storms, including that freak fire tornado last summer...🔥🌪

That being said, Rhett's a veteran when it comes to these things. The storm is still a few miles out, and you'll catch him squinting into the distance, muttering something about 'it'll be here in five or six minutes.'

Sure enough, six minutes later, it feels like the world is ending.

The power isn't even out yet, and Rhett's walking around unplugging the expensive electronics (read: The Abbott household has had its electricals fried by lightning twice, and the thought of replacing everything for a third time scares him to death).

Bored? Not for long.

Rhett Abbott is a number of things, and crafty is one of them; he's got a whole box of stuff dedicated to power outages. Board games, power banks, cards, intricate little building kits, absurdly bright flashlights, enough batteries to survive an apocalypse...

Perry has yet to realize, but Rhett's even scrounged up the old Nintendo DS consoles they played on growing up. You can't think about the storm when you're too busy fighting for your life in a game of Mario Cart ⭐

Regardless of what you choose to do with him or if you're content to do different things, Rhett's incredible at keeping busy during these things. Growing up on a remote ranch that regularly experienced week-long power outages, he's built up a whole catalog of remedies.

But if you're not feeling like playing games and just want to curl up on the couch or in bed, Rhett is perfectly content to snuggle up to you like the oversized cuddle bug that he is.

He doesn't bring it up, but a lot of his old injuries ache during these heavier, aggressive storms. His left wrist tends to be the worst offender, but the long-healed break in his right leg and all of those various fractures have been known to rear their ugly heads as well.

Your only indication that he's hurting is how slowly he tends to move like he's treading barefoot through broken glass.

If you call him out on it, he's got a real tendency to downplay how much he's hurting, but he always won't put up much of a fight if you decide to massage his sore wrist or work the tension out of his shoulder.

But again, he's perfectly content with cuddling and relaxing together :( He just wants to do something with you

Bob ⊹₊ ˚‧

👁️👁️

No really.

The power goes out, and all you see are two wide eyes staring back at you, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Is the power out?" It's the first thing he asks every time, without fail.

Very mindful of checking all of the necessary weather alerts. Are we at risk here, or should we simply proceed with caution?

Unlike how Rhett immediately springs into action, Bobby's immediate suggestion is to curl up and take a long nap together. The general idea is that the power should be back on by the time you wake up; it's the closest thing you've got to time travel.

That being said, if you say no to sleeping through it, then he won't either, no matter how much he loves his storm naps. He just can't bring himself to sleep when he knows he's left you alone to figure out what to do while the storm rages past :(

Jumps at the thunder and pretends it never happened.

You don't know what it is, but storms have a real tendency to turn your beloved partner into a 40s-something dad.

You blink, and suddenly, he's standing on the porch watching the storm. The only thing he's missing is a can of cheap beer and some cargo shorts.

"Why are you outside?" "Do you see how dark that cloud is over there?"

Rambles off some odd weather lingo that he's got no business knowing and that you can only understand if you've got a degree in the field or if you've otherwise gone out of your way to learn the science behind how storms work.

If there's something about your lovely bookworm, it's that he's going to find a way to build a little reading corner during all of this.

A couple of strategically placed battery power lights and some cozy blanks, and you're all set. The sound of the storm can make for some incredible ambiance, given you've got the right book for it.

Sometimes, you get bored with your own book or don't feel like reading at all and just wind up snuggled into his side, watching the way his eyes flicker over every line. You may think you're being sneaky about it, but Bob has long since caught onto what you're doing.

Both ⊹₊ ˚‧

"Powers out!" Bob. "Yeah, no shit." Rhett.

Their individual remedies to the power outage doesn't exactly change; it simply makes the list of solutions a lot longer than it would otherwise be. So it's really a question of which of these things will we do, rather than what to do at all.

Regardless of what is chosen, it's always a community effort.

Both of your boys are very keen on sticking close together when storms are this bad; if you try to walk off on your own, then they're almost always following like a pair of lost puppies.

Just because it's pitch black in the house does not mean these two won't rough house and tackle each other to the floor. If anything, the low visibility makes it more fun for them.

There's one occasion where you were scrolling on your phone and simply listening to the sound of them swearing and rolling around.

It requires the three of you experiencing a couple power outages for Bob to figure it out, but the water heater still works during these, and you know what that means.

Baths!

You have such a hard time saying no to it because Rhett always gets so excited at the mention of it. At the very least, you're going to wind up sitting outside of the oversized tub with them. You've said no once in the past, and the sight of Rhett's smile falling was enough to shave a year or two off of your lifespan.

If you do choose to get in with them, then you get to join in on the great debate of whether to use bubbles, bath bombs, epsom salts, or nothing at all.

While you and Rhett deal with getting the water to the right temperature and gathering up things like towels and clothes, Bob busies himself with placing battery-powered candles all over the bathroom.

It's weirdly romantic. The storm is still raging on outside, rain pelting against the windows, the screams of the wind broken apart by thunder, but you're here relaxing together and enjoying each other's company.

It's cute until the power spontaneously kicks back on, and you're blinded by the lights...

[lallyloo]

brilliant tiny rhett appearance during bug romance

yessss 🥹 tiny rhett my beloved

[withahappyrefrain]

Once I get the writing bug back, I'm writing about Rhett falling head over heels for a curvy gal bc it's what we the people deserve

[pupsmailbox]

LOVECORE ID PACK

NAMES ︰ adelaide. admirer. adora. adoraten. adore. ai. aiko. amadeus. amara. amor. amora. amore. amorette. amorie. amour. amoure. amourette. amy. angel. annabelle. aphrodite. arrow. atuf. bambi. bastet. bear. beau. bes. bliss. blossom. bow. bunny. caleb. candy. carwyn. ceri. charity. chelsea. cherie. cherria. cherrill. cherry. cheryshe. claire. clarissa. claudia. connell. connor. cordelia. crimson. cupid. dahlia. dante. david. delphine. desiree. desyre. dhalia. doll. dove. dylan. eldad. eros. esme. esme.cara. euphor. flower. freya. frill. garden. harp. hart. heart. heartstring. heretic. honey. honeybee. hubert. hugh. ingrid. iris. julia. julie. juliet. juliette. june. kalei. kara. kevin. kiss. koramor. lennon. lev. love. lovebird. lover. loverboy. lucinda. luvbelle. luvia. lynn. mabel. mabel.mila. mai. mars. may. maya. melody. milo. milos. mona. obi. ophelia. paramour. paris. passerine. passion. pearl. phillip. pippa. pippi. raymond. red. reed. reese. ren. rhett. rhys. roma. romanciel. romeo. rosalyn. rose. rosetta. rosette. rumor. sky. sugar. tahlia. teddy. thalia. theo. tyas. val. valen. valentina. valentine. valentino. valerie. vanessa. venus. vera. vincent. violet. vivian. vivianna. vivianne. yua. ásta. éowyn.

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[ajabberwalk]

Ok, uh, time for a pinned

how does this work

Pinned under the cut???????

I'm sorry (not really) Genuinely, how do I make a pinned

I don't have any prominent tags that are MINE, dude

Whatever, it'll come naturally? Is that bad to say?

Also, dni is just, like, anyone that... is bad? Is a bad person? I know it's vague, but it might do for now

I'll find a silly separator, don't worry

Cool things post

Pronouns: any.

K' there's the separator, and of course, credits to @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the little separator.

Okay, so I guess I put music artists and things that I like and fandoms that I'm in here at this part, right?

please don't judge me for any of the fandoms I'm in.

sorry for the gap

also, the tilde (this ~) means I don't really engage in it anymore

Jhariah, Will Wood, ~Tally Hall~, Lemon Demon, TBOI, Chonny Jash, ERB, Rhett & Link, Femtanyl, Bug Hunter, Tom Cardy, Homestuck, Toby Fox, ~IDKHBTFM~, MilkInTheMicrowave, ~Undertale~, ~Deltarune~, Skegss, ~Gravity Falls~, ~Pokemon~, ~TOH~, The Big Bang Theory (I don't even know how, alright), Holes (both the book and the movie), Moral Orel, Dungeon Meshi, GO, Sodikken, Smiling Friends, Cyriak, -more to add?

(Sorry if the color scheme is bad looking)

I'm fine with any nickname, as long as it isn't trying to be derogatory.

Usernames I've had or will have in the future: 1st: eggrainbow, 2nd: clumsymaladroit, 3rd: ablndfsh 4th: ajabberwalk

Bios: 1st (~ablndfsh): What do you call a fish with no eyes? 2nd: What do you call a borogove with no mimsy?

[sebsxphia]

My bf and I just broke up abt 2 weeks ago and he was also my cg,so I’ve been struggling to regress but I really want to and I just need some dada Rhett comfort and reassurance :((

oh no! i’m so sorry to hear that, my dear anon 🥺 dada rhett comfort and reassurance is always on my mind (with daddy bobby too, of course <3). he would always know when you’re having a hard time, or struggling with anything. he’s come to understand your body language and behaviours so intensely over the years. there’s questions from him to understand what you need right now, and he’ll always have your favourite comfort items on hand to drape over you, or carry around the home. sometimes he likes to carry his little one out onto the ranch to look at any flowers growing, or study the little bugs in the plant beds. he knows it helps to ground yourself. there’s lots of praise during the day and lots of little reassurances in the evening as he cuddles you close! i hope this helps in any little way, my dear anon and i’m sending you so much love! 💌💗