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Uhhhh, a little Icing preview, mayhaps? 💐 Thinking that this may be released on Wednesday or Thursday

"All I'm sayin' is," picking back up on the hanging conversation, he reaches out to poke his finger into an open dish of sprinkles. The ones made to look like pearls. There were more, but half got lost when you accidentally ripped the package open. "You'll have a lotta time on your hands when ya leave the Navy."

The mixer shuts off. 

"Who said I was leaving the Navy?" 

Rhett's lifting a pearl to his mouth, obnoxious tongue poking out to catch it. "You, last night." 

"And the night before that." You add, with a nudge of your shoulder.

And the night before that one. Sometime five mornings ago. Again, last week. After the most recent deployment and the one before that. Before the engagement and way before the house was bought...actually, when has he not talked about this?

The pearl cracks so loud that you almost wonder if it chipped Rhett's tooth. His brows furrow, shifting the hunk of sugar around in his mouth. "The hell are you two doin'...?" 

"We're baking our wedding cake samples," and even with Bob saying it so matter of factly, it doesn't sound right. Nothing about this picture is correct.

Rhett's head tilts to the side. Even the dark hair cascading into his face can't hide those questioning eyes. 

"See?" Throwing your hand out as if Bobby hasn't noticed the puppy-dog of a man standing on the other side of the island. "Even he's confused by this."

Nobody bakes their own wedding cake samples. This is your sign to find a better bakery! Before the stakes grow even higher! 

Careful, Bob pulls the mixer from the bowl, turning around to drop the beaters into the sink. "He's always confused."

"Hey!" 

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if this ain’t the most “bitch, what the fuck?” look ever

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Every time I see someone reblog my work with something along the lines of "will reblog with thoughts soon," I wind up checking a number of times to see what they thought about it, and nine times out of ten, they never reblog with their thoughts 😭 like now I wanna know!!

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Uhhhh, a little Icing preview, mayhaps? 💐 Thinking that this may be released on Wednesday or Thursday

"All I'm sayin' is," picking back up on the hanging conversation, he reaches out to poke his finger into an open dish of sprinkles. The ones made to look like pearls. There were more, but half got lost when you accidentally ripped the package open. "You'll have a lotta time on your hands when ya leave the Navy."

The mixer shuts off. 

"Who said I was leaving the Navy?" 

Rhett's lifting a pearl to his mouth, obnoxious tongue poking out to catch it. "You, last night." 

"And the night before that." You add, with a nudge of your shoulder.

And the night before that one. Sometime five mornings ago. Again, last week. After the most recent deployment and the one before that. Before the engagement and way before the house was bought...actually, when has he not talked about this?

The pearl cracks so loud that you almost wonder if it chipped Rhett's tooth. His brows furrow, shifting the hunk of sugar around in his mouth. "The hell are you two doin'...?" 

"We're baking our wedding cake samples," and even with Bob saying it so matter of factly, it doesn't sound right. Nothing about this picture is correct.

Rhett's head tilts to the side. Even the dark hair cascading into his face can't hide those questioning eyes. 

"See?" Throwing your hand out as if Bobby hasn't noticed the puppy-dog of a man standing on the other side of the island. "Even he's confused by this."

Nobody bakes their own wedding cake samples. This is your sign to find a better bakery! Before the stakes grow even higher! 

Careful, Bob pulls the mixer from the bowl, turning around to drop the beaters into the sink. "He's always confused."

"Hey!" 

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Rhett is so used to driving stick-shift that when he's driving an automatic, he doesn't know what to do with his right hand. It just wanders out from his side and feels around for a shifter that isn't there, purely out of habit.

His solution? Reaching over and squeezing your knee whenever he's itching to shift gears and can't. Sometimes he'll even push your knee around, pretending to use it to change gears, just to hear you laugh and bat his hand away.

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rhett is good at subtle protectiveness.

he does things subconsciously, at times. an arm cast in front of you when he has to brake unexpectedly while driving, to keep you from lurching forward. a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a crowded place, letting you know he’s got you.

then there are things he does intentionally. stepping in front of you if his brother or someone else is trying to start something with him. he doesn’t want you to get caught in the metaphorical crossfire. guiding you to another room or spot altogether if it escalates. if he can help it, he doesn’t want you around anything like that.

he makes you feel safer than you ever have before, and you know he’ll always look out for you.

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So can I Do not repost

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Hey dellybean, whatcha working on lately? Anything? Or are you taken a much needed break since feeding us such good content ALL THE TIME. ILYSM

I've tried to answer this three times now, and every time, I get distracted by the jellybeans sitting by my desk 😭 I'm working on something!

There's no real plotline to it, but we're finally revisiting the Floytts! They're supposed to be trying out wedding cake flavors, but they (read: Bob) picked the worst bakery imaginable 🍰

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but i forget the melody

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Gooooood morning 💐

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTXxve6/

The way this has me thinking of hawthorn au 😍

Oh my goddd 😍 the Hawthorn boys getting caught dancing together in the middle of the night because Rhett was complaining about not knowing how, and Bob decided that they might as well learn together. Poor Reader had no idea what they were seeing when they walked in and saw two figures moving about in the dark. Monsters? An intruder? No, just their husbands stumbling around the living room 💃💃💃

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The before and after is killing me 😭

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lol what was the context to the before and after?

Quote, "Apple TV, baby." (I have no idea if the time stamp is gonna stick, but if it doesn't, it happens at 4:03)

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The before and after is killing me 😭

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deeeeeel 💓💐💓 can you elaborate more on robby and reader’s reaction to rhett having so much odd shit on him? (aka rhett being the human embodiment of the bottom of a purse) 👛💕

hiiiii 💐🌼💖:D

It's never been much of a secret that Rhett just winds up with odd things in his pockets, but it took them so long to notice? 😭

The signs were all there. Bobby's got a distinct memory of when they were all sitting in the back of Rhett's truck the night they met, and Rhett was fiddling with a stray screw he'd found in the gravel. The Reader still remembers watching him spend half a day walking around with a plastic McDonalds fork, didn't realize he even had it in hand until someone brought it up.

For a number of video calls, they both remember Rhett toying with various objects; a fidget spinner that Amy left in his room, a broken spur, a paperclip, and more beer caps than anyone can count. But it wasn't until they started living together and, more specifically began doing each others laundry, that anyone realized the extent of it.

It's hard to forget that first time Bobby called everyone into the laundry room and pointed at the array of trinkets in the bottom of the washer. Who had the five dollar bill?? Which of you had the tic tacs? And why are there three nickels, a Wabang diner gift card, a mild Taco Bell sauce packet, an oddly shaped stone and a small, squishy horse?

To be fair, the five dollar bill and the nickels belonged to the Reader, but the rest of that was all stashed in Rhett's bottomless pockets. The washing machine is like a lottery, you never know what the hell you're gonna find in there.

Bobby thinks its the funniest damn thing; sometimes he'll be needing something hyper-specific, like a very tiny screw for his glasses, and the first person he asks is Rhett. Weirdly, Rhett did have a screw. In fact, he'd found it on the floor after it jumped out of Bob's glasses, and pocketed the darn thing. The Reader was muttering about not having a bill small enough for the vending machine, and whaddaya know, Rhett had some in his front pocket.

It's the household joke; don't go to the store and buy something specific, before you go and ask Rhett 😭 sometimes if they're stuck waiting somewhere, like at a busy restaurant, Reader and Bobby will take guesses of what Rhett might be carrying on him 👛🌼

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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 💐