Sapphics be like "This is my comfort actress <3" and then BOOM. It's a middle-aged woman

Which one of you did it. I’m so serious.

Yesterday I watched Pearl Harbor for the first time. It wasn’t my thing but I was bored and my devices were charging. As the movie went on I felt like I’ve seen it before. I could anticipate which lines the characters were gonna say before they even said it. It wasn’t until near the end that I realized I read this movie. A few years ago I read a WW3SOME fic and it went exactly like the movie. When I say exactly I mean, word for word, scene for scene. The one and only thing that was different was that the guys didn’t kiss in the movie like Steve and Bucky did.

Someone deadass wrote Pearl Harbor and only changed the characters names to fit TFA 😭😭

Beth Dutton x Fem!Reader

Warning: implied sex, hurt/comfort, conflicted feelings, eventual fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3055

You’re the new cook at the Yellowstone.

It's before noon when Beth makes her way down the stairs of the main house. She follows the mouthwatering scent of food into the kitchen. She stops dead in her tracks when she sets sight on an unfamiliar woman. Her eyes rake over her figure.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You turn to look at her from behind the stove, your loose skirt swishing with the sudden movement. “Good morning!” You say with a warm smile. “You must be Beth” You extend your dominant hand for her to shake, but she just keeps staring at you, her eyes weary. You retract your hand and turn back to the stew cooking on the stove. You gently stir the rich liquid. “I’m Y/N. The temporary new cook”

“What happened to Gator?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who that is, ma’am”

Beth closes the short distance between her and the other woman. She towers over you with ease despite you being almost the exact same height. She stares into your eyes. “If you value your life, Y/N, you will never call me ‘ma’am’ again”

You nod. “I’m sorry, Miss-“

“Nope”

You look at her. “What should I call you then?”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t call me at all” Beth says coldly as she grabs a spoon from the drawer. “But if you have to, call me Beth” She takes a spoonful of the stew with a chunk of beef and a diced potato. She doesn’t blow on the steaming hot liquid before taking the spoon into her mouth. Her eyes flutter close, her jaw sets. You don’t think it was a voluntary reaction. You watch her throat bob as she swallows. She opens her eyes to look at you.

You look back at her.

“Hm. It’s.. edible”

Beth tosses the spoon into the sink.

“Be a doll and wash that for me, will you?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond before she’s out of the kitchen. You lower the heat to let the stew simmer a bit. You cover the pot with a clear lid then you wash the things you used to make your dish, including Beth’s spoon.

Once the stew is done, you move onto making the bread from scratch. When you’re finished, you turn off the oven and take out two trays with four small loaves of French bread each. You place them on the counter and take out the last tray.

“Dang it” You curse when you come to the realization that you don’t know how to bring the food outside to the ranch hands. Mr Dutton didn’t show you where the tableware was and you don’t feel right snooping around in his house.

You take a breath and go look for someone who can help you. You reach a room with open doors.

Beth sits behind a desk, her phone pressed to her ear with one hand while the other writes something down on an important-seeming piece of paper.

You hesitantly take a step forward, only to come to a halt when she sets the pen down and raises a finger at you without taking her eyes off of the paper. Beth says something strict and final to whoever she’s on the phone with before hanging up and putting it down. She looks at you.

“What do you want?”

You make a mental note to try and get used to her harsh tone. “I was just wondering if you knew where the tableware was. For the guys”

Beth turns her attention back to the papers on her desk. She turns one page over. “Ask Rip”

“I don’t know who that is..”

“Jesus fucking Christ” Beth mutters before letting out a clearly exasperated sigh and getting up. “Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy. Come on”

You follow her out of the main house.

Beth walks in big strides towards one of the round fence things where the guys ride the horses. It shouldn’t be a struggle to keep up, but it is.

Beth leans against the fence. You stand on the bar at the bottom to make yourself taller. A guy in all black is riding or trying to stay on a wild brown horse. The horse bucks like his sole mission in life is to get the man off him. The man pulls at the reins. The horse neighs in protest. He walks around the post normally now, but you can tell he’s still hot.

You click your tongue twice.

The man hangs on tight as the horse gallops over to you. You reach forward to gently stroke his head. “It’s okay” You say, softly. You run your knuckles up and down the bridge of his nose. You can tell he’s calming down. You use your other hand to caress around his ear and laugh when they both flutter.

“I’ll be damned” The man, who you assume is Rip, says, fixing his sunglasses. “You might be the only person this tough son of a bitch hasn’t tried to bite”

You smile at that.

Beth rolls her eyes. “This is the new cook. She wants to know where the tableware is”

“Jimmy! Show Miss..”

“Oh, Y/N is fine”

“Y/N where we keep the bowls”

A tall skinny guy runs up to you.

Beth pushes herself away from the fence.

Your hand stops mid-stroke of the horse in front of you to watch her walk back towards the house. You can’t help, but let your eyes drift to her ass. You shake your head and quickly turn away.

You work at the ranch longer than you expected.

Mr Dutton appoints you to a cabin not far from the main house. You tried to decline the generous offer, but he voiced his concern about how the drive from your place to the ranch is a waste of time. It doesn’t help that you arrived a whole hour late one day because of a car accident on Maine street.

Your alarm wakes you up at five in the morning. You sleepily reach over to grab your phone from the nightstand to turn it off. You toss it onto the empty side of the bed and close your eyes again.

They open when it feels like you’re being watched.

You sit up and see Beth leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She’s dressed in nothing, but lace panties and a loose red flannel with only a button in the middle to keep it together.

Your mouth waters involuntarily as you look at the valley of her breasts. “Am I still dreaming?”

A smile tugs at the other woman’s lips before she saunters over to you, swaying her hips.

You look up at her when she comes to stand beside your bed. You don’t flinch when she pinches you.

“That answer your question?”

Your eyes widen when she pulls the covers off of you and straddles your lap. Her arms hang loosely around your neck as she looks down at you.

“Jammies. How cute”

You look down at the plain blue pajama set you’re wearing then back up at her. “What-“

Beth shuts you up by pressing her lips against yours in a passionate kiss. By the time you break apart, you’re breathless and mildly confused.

She grabs a hold of your chin and tilts it up to make you look at her. Her thumbs brushes your lower lip.

“You want this, don’t you, Y/N?”

“I-I can’t. You’re my boss’ daughter.. I-“

“It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes”

Beth holds your gaze while pushing her thumb into your mouth. “Then that’s all that matters”

You have sex with her.

It’s around a quarter before six when Beth gets out of bed and puts her clothes back on. To your surprise, she didn’t walk bottomless to the cabin. You watch her pull a pair of loose cotton shorts over her toned legs. You have the covers pressed against your chest while you sit up and watch her get dressed. It’s cliche and completely ridiculous seeing as she already saw you naked, but still.

Once she’s dressed, Beth leaves the room and eventually the cabin, judging from the way you hear the door slam on her way out. You fall back against the mattress and let out a sigh. What just happened? That’s a question that’ll have to wait for another time because you still have a job to do.

Beth walks into the main house with her brows furrowed. What she did with Y/N was supposed to make her feel good. Powerful. And it did.. just not in the way she anticipated. Fuck. Ninety-five percent of the times she had sex with someone, she did it just because she was horny. She never cared about their pleasure, much less their feelings.

So why does she hunch over and retch into the sink to throw up like she was violently hungover?

You don’t see her again for two days.

You’re stacking up pancakes on a plate when she comes into the kitchen. You turn to look at her, but she doesn’t look at you. Her eyes are fixated on the small basket of blueberries on the counter.

“What’s that?” Beth asks, pointing at the basket. There’s an unsettling edge to her voice.

You turn off the burner and stack the last pancake. “Blueberries” You say once you’ve turned to her to give her your full attention. “I went for a walk the other day and saw a few bushes-“

“I don’t care. Where did you get that basket?”

You look at the basket with a confused expression. “Jamie gave it to me” You wince when you suddenly get a cramp attack out of nowhere.

If Beth notices, she doesn’t say anything. “Of course he did. That fucking little bitch”

You don’t know what that’s about. You take a sip of water from the glass you put aside. Your hands grip the counter when you get another cramp. You breathe out slowly, rocking back and forth.

Beth’s eyes roam over you. “What’s wrong with you?” There’s a hint of concern in her tone despite her clearly being bothered by you for some reason.

You shake your head. “Just..” You breathe out slowly, trying to get your bearings, “that time of the month, you know?” You say with a small smile.

Another cramp has you doubling over in pain.

“Jesus.. Christ!” You exclaim after taking a gasp in between. “That hurt. It’s never hurt this bad before”

“They’re period cramps, sweetheart” The other woman says in a condescending tone as she pours herself a glass of water. “They’re supposed to hurt”

“Nothing in this world is supposed to hurt..”

Beth lets out a humorless laugh. “God” She looks up at her ceiling with a disbelieving smile. “You are so fucking naive. How could someone be this..”

The words start to fade as your vision blurs. You sway slightly. It’s not long till everything goes dark.

Your eyes flutter open when you become conscious again. You let out a soft, disgruntled moan as you stir. You feel yourself laying on a bed. You look around the room. You see Beth sitting in an armchair to your right with her back facing the door.

She stands when you try to sit up. Her hand comes to rest on the back of your shoulder while the other puts the pillow against the headboard so you could lean back. It’s only once you’re situated that she sits back down in the armchair.

“Thank you” You say. “What happened?”

“You fainted. Something tells me you skipped dinner last night” Beth says, her head tilted slightly.

You purse your lips. “I didn’t.. measure the contents correctly” You fidget with your fingers. “There wasn’t enough left for me after I served your family”

“You measured correctly” Beth says, her tone firm and certain. “We had two guests that you didn’t account for. That’s not on you, Y/N”

You exhale through your nose, your eyes downcast. You trace the outlines on your palm.

“You vex me”

You look at her. “I don’t know what that means”

“You make me feel frustrated. Thirty-seven years on this earth and I’ve never met someone like you before. Someone so.. kind. So pure”

Beth sucks a breath through her teeth as she looks away. It’s almost like she’s ashamed of something.

“I didn’t have good intentions when we slept together. I wanted some of your purity for myself. After we were done, I felt like I used you. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve used people like that before, but with you it just didn’t feel right and I’m sorry, Y/N”

“It’s okay” You say almost immediately.

Beth stands up. “No, it’s not okay and that’s the point. I used you. You should fucking hate me”

“I could never hate you, Beth”

Beth is taken aback and it shows.

You wince at your own words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out so cheesy” You glance at the untouched glass of water on the nightstand. You point at it as you look at Beth. “Is that for me?”

The woman nods, not trusting herself to speak.

You take a sip and swallow, allowing the cool liquid to enter your body. You take a few more before setting the glass back down. “I like you. I’ve.. liked you for a while now. I was just afraid that.. if I were to pursue you, I’d get rejected and lose this job. So when you came up to me in bed that morning, I thought that was the one and only way I’d ever get to be with you. So technically we both.. kinda.. used each other. I didn’t mean to at the time, but the longer I think about it, the clearer it gets. Does that make sense? I don’t think that it does..”

Beth chuckles at your rambling. She lets out a sigh then looks at you. “You hungry?”

“A little”

“Come on. I’ll buy you breakfast”

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were taking me out on a breakfast date” You say cheekily before bending down to put on your shoes.

“That’s because I am”

Your head snaps up to look at her.

Beth rolls her eyes out of faux annoyance. “Don’t make this weird” She says with a smile as she walks towards the door. “I’ll meet you downstairs”

You watch her leave the room.

When you hear her descend the stairs, you quietly celebrate the fact that she’s not weirded out by you. You compose yourself when you head downstairs.

You get your coat from the rack and put it on before following Beth outside to her Mercedes S-class.

The drive is spent in comfortable silence until you decide to break it by asking the question that’s been itching to get out since you woke up.

“Did I do something wrong? Before I fainted”

Beth glances at you. “What do you mean?”

“The basket? Should I not have used it?”

Beth purses her lips. “It was my mother’s. Jamie knew that and he still..” She stops herself, not wanting her constant anger at him to ruin your moment together. “I was just surprised to see it”

“I’m sorry. I’ll put it back later”

“No” The other woman says with a sigh. “It’s good that you’re making use of it” She says, a small smile tugging at her lips when she glances at you. “Those blueberry pancakes were damn delicious”

You laugh. “Well, I’m glad you liked them”

That comfortable silence from before settles between you again. You look out of the window at the breathtaking scenery that passes you by. You look down at your hand when Beth interlocks her fingers with yours, her dominant hand resting coolly on the wheel. She grips your hand firmly.

You smile when you look out the window again.

From that moment on, you become her girl. And she let everyone on the ranch know it. Of course you had to break it to your boss, her father, first. You kinda just stood behind her as Beth told him about the two of you. She held your hand behind her back for support while you used the other to fidget nervously with the hem of your dress.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when Beth stepped aside and you locked eyes with Mr Dutton.

“Is she gonna interfere with your job, Y/N?”

You tilt your chin up. “No, sir”

Mr Dutton nods. “Then we don’t have a problem”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding once he leaves. Beth chuckles at the pale look on your face before taking you in her arms.

“Did big bad Mr Dutton scare you?” She mocks in a baby voice as she rests her chin on your head.

“Shut up..” You murmur, nuzzling into her chest.

You feel and hear her laugh before she presses a kiss to the top of your head. You smile.

The entire ranch notices the effect you seem to have on Beth. They’ll never voice it to you, because they’re not that stupid, but you get the impression that they’re grateful that you’ve kinda softened her. They’re still scared shitless of her, and honestly who can blame them, but they seem to be more at ease when you happen to be around her.

You watch from a soft blanket on the grass as she talks to Rip. You know some parts about their relationship. Beth doesn’t seem to talk about it, but she doesn’t have to. You can tell how much he means to her and how much she means to him.

She walks over to you and sits down behind you, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as she presses a soft kiss to your lips. You’re both smiling like fools when you pull away. You turn your attention back to the setting sun. Beth rests her cheek against your head. You lean into her.

“I’m happy to have you in my life, Y/N”

“Me too, Beth. Me too”

You smile when she presses a kiss to your temple.

THIS TUMBLR UPDAYE IS SO UGLY

Godwilling this Beth ask I’m working on comes out today