Praise [discontinued]

Fishing | Staci Pratt

Staci Pratt x Deputy
You laughed at the Golden Trout that flipped in your hands before turning it and setting it back in the water, readying your rod for another catch. Your gloves were discarded on the bank with your jacket, and your boots and socks were too. Boomer sat beside your feet and wagged his tail when you tugged on the rod and ran in a circle whenever you released another fish. A snap behind you made you look back for a moment.

You smiled at your best friend and giggled, he was hunched over as if he was going to grab your sides, you loved when he tried to play with you like that.
"I guess I can't sneak up on you, can I [y/n]?" Your smile broadened as he came closer and joined you, picking up his own rod and preparing it, pricking his finger on the hook he yanked his hand back and pouted, "Oh-Pratt are you okay?" You reached to take the rod from him and you took his hand and covered the spot with your hand, and you reached into your back pocket to pull out a bandaid. He chuckled at you, and raised his brows, "I'm okay you know? That doesn't hurt." You rose your eyes to meet his and your brows furrowed, "I don't care, it's the Deputy's job to care for the people of Hope County!" His soft smile turned into a scowl as he shook his head, "Have you caught any fish yet?" You nodded as you baited his rod for him, despite his objections. You both continued to fish, both of you sitting on the bank and fishing. You kept some fish, the big ones at least, and you let the smaller ones back. Pratt smiled when you would rush to grab a net to get his fish, and you often giggled and chuckled at the fish when they got you wet. He found it sweet that you would pout when your line snapped; he found it sweet that you would release more then you kept. Your clothes were soaked and so were his, the fish you had both caught was beginning to pile in the cooler, but honestly the both of you had no cares in the world.
It was here and now. Just you and Pratt. In WhiteTail mountains, just North-West of the Drubman's house. It was as if there was no Cult. It was as if the two of you weren't sinners. It was as if you and him had no responsibilities but to catch fish until you ran out of bait.
You two should've been dead, but here you were. Both of your laughter disturbed the deer in the area as you told jokes to one another. Pratt got the last cricket out of the container and baited his hook before sending it to the river, drawing the string and starting to catch another one until his line broke. He seemed angry for a moment, until he saw you holding in your laughter. You made him happy, you were like a reminder of what it was like before the cult. You took him into a hug as you buried your face into him, giggling and smiling again, "We have enough fish to feed Boomer, you, and I." He smiled, "then lets go get a grill, I'm hungry you know?" You smiled at him and nodded, "Yes, I do know." Pratt took the cooler in his free hand, the other held his rod. You held your own rod and the empty container of crickets. The both of you made your way to the truck, you opened the door for Boomer as Pratt put the cooler and the rods in the back. You disposed of the container and got in the front seat. Pratt had already gotten into the driver's seat and smiled at you as you changed the radio channel. You rested your hand on his as you both drove to find a place to cook the fish, which wasn't hard to find at all. You were the first to get out, grabbing the cooler and already starting to get everything set up, Boomer wagged his tail and laid in the grass, and Pratt helped you to prepare the fish. It was another one of those moments. Just you two. You nominated yourself to cook the fish-even though Pratt wanted to. The both of you had to agree that your cooking was wonderful. Even Boomer barked his approval before nestling up to the side of the truck.
The sun was setting and the two of you were huddled together as it got colder. Pratt began to stand up and you pouted as you watched him open the truck door and get out blankets. You knew what he was doing and smiled before getting up to help him. The both of you made a pallet and put pillows in a comfy place, you let Boomer in the truck and rolled the windows down for him. You got another thicker blanket out and threw it on the back of the truck, shocking Pratt  for a moment before he laughed, smiling at you. He had taken off his shoes and laid down on the bed of the truck; waiting for you to come and join him. You closed the truck bed when you got in so neither of you could get drug off into the night, and you joined Pratt. He was warm and welcoming, his hands wrapping around your body as he pulled you closer, the scruff on his chin tickling your face as you laid together. He was the first to fall asleep and you kept your eyes to the sky for a good while, sighing in happiness. You could feel Pratt cuddle closer to you and you rolled over to wrap your arm around his torso before kissing his nose, whispering a few words before sweetly mumbling, "I love you." Before falling asleep. Only, you had failed to realise he had smiled and as soon as you feel asleep he had leaned to kiss your nose like you had done his,
"I love you too, [Y/n]..."
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