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Running away With Cowboy Rhett
âSo where are we going, baby?â He asked in his smooth drawl. As he started his truck his other hand found its way onto the part of your thigh that wasnât covered by your dress.
You smirked cheekily and playfully swatted him away, knowing that if he did it again you would protest. From the smirk around his cigarette, it seemed he already knew.
âI figured we could close our eyes and point this shitty map and go where it takes us.â
âIâm fine with anything but the East Coast,â Rhett grumbled playfully.
âWhat? The beaches are for you?â You teased and pulled lightly on his worn flannel.
âHoney, Iâm built for ranches and dirt.â
âAmd me.â You smiled sweetly and leaned in. He didnât try to hide his smile as he leaned down and kissed you.
âWhile weâre making lists of places we donât want to go, I donât want to go to the south.â
Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows and you only shrugged your shoulder. âMy hair will get frizzy.
He chuckled but closed his eyes before taking a minute to point to somewhere on the map. You both leaned in and nodded your heads.
âI can do Arizona,â Rhett said, âthereâs plenty of ranches out there.â
Well, goodbye Wabang!â You cheered as Rhett laughed beside you. âHello Arizona!
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oh! this is absolutely gut wrenching.
i only just started listening to ethel cain a few days ago but im obsessed and so am I with this fic! i cannot wait to see how this continues!! you're writing is beautifully painful!
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: when she went missing, disappeared without a trace, it was almost like a deep seated black hole found it's way into rhetts chest, as he recalls all his time spent with her admist trying to find answers, the deep seated energy of the cursed lands they live on come apart to make way for lovers to find each other again.
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: reader haunting the narrative, missing persons, religious themes, supernatural elements if you squint. narrative told through time skips and flashbacks.
đđźđđĄđšđ«đŹ đ§đšđđ: so the lewis pullman resurgence seems to have pulled me out of my cave, i can't promise ill be back to publishing on a regular occurence, but my ethel cain love has seemed to have pried this out of me. inspirations of a southern gothic nature, ethel cains music, and the movie lake mungo. if you guys get invested enough in this i'll release part two.

the dull hot wind is the only sound finding its way through the window opened only a crack, blowing the ripped white cotton curtains back and fourth softly, the peeling white paint around the window frame catching the early morning rays in a way that almost makes it look like a painting.Â
even in the cramped single bed with a spring mattress that creak with every minute movement made, theyâre so still that no sound emerges from its springs. in this moment, nothing exists outside of this old bedroom, nothing except the pair of them achieving what some might consider peace, or at least whatever semblance of peace they could find in between the hellscape of a small christian town they live in together.
she smells like bar soap and the old antique perfume sheâs had for god knows how long that never seems to run out, the cotton dress splayed over her body practically soaking up the scent which he makes a point of resting his nose against, his eyes shut softly as he feelâs her fingers running across his scalp, his head resting on her chest as he feels the slow rise and fall of her breathing, the slow heartbeat seemingly matching pause with his own to create a song unlike any heâs ever heard before.Â
maybe this is what they meant whenever they mentioned heaven, not some pair of pearly golden gates with a swarm of angelic choirs, maybe heaven was just this bedroom in her folks old farmhouse that theyâd lived in for generations, maybe heaven was him resting atop her as she played with his hair absentmindedly and stared out the window to the field staring back at her with an overwhelming silence.
she felt like the mountains were watching her, like they were their own conscious beingâs with such wisdom that would never match her own, guardians watching everybody live and die, countless stories they could never tell.Â
his eyes finally opened to stare across at her, the concern on her face seemingly breaking him out of the trance he was stuck in; this is how it always was when he was with her, heâd spend hours in her arms only for it to feel like minutes, lying in the arms of a creature like her, sometimes it felt as if he was looking across at the face of god, yet he knew how much trouble such a statement could get him in with her ma and pa, if they even knew about the pair of them.Â
so many nights climbing in and out of her window, fleeting moments and time spent together going down the drain quicker than he ever wanted it to, he wanted to get the fuck out of here, take her with him, go wherever his truck would take them.Â
he could see the worry in her eyes, the way she stared out the window like she knew something was coming that she couldnât stop, some unmovable and unchangeable fate that she couldnât run from if she tried.
when her head finally turned to face him, he could see the look of concern in her eyes now changed to sheer horror, her mouth opening but no sound coming out as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
rising from his resting place on her chest, just as he lifted his hand to place a hand on her cheek, he felt his hand fall into nothing, darkness overtaking anything he could see as the sudden feeling of falling intruded upon his senses like a wash of ice cold water.Â
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4:02 AM
the red numbers across from him on his side table glared into his vision, the dull red light only filling up a small amount of his bedroom as he awoke with a soft gasp, his eyes looking around wildly for a few moments as he sat up quickly; trying desperately to find her in his bed where he could have sworn she had been only moments ago.
the reality of where he was came crashing down on him as his eyes flutter closed, the ramming thumping of his heart beat trying its hardest to crawl its way out of his chest as he lifted a hand to his face, the feeling of sweat across his skin bringing him back down to earth.
every time he had that dream, it always felt like he got closer every damn time, that maybe heâd finally be able to touch her and hold her.
maybe this time heâd be able to bring her back with him, out of his dreams and back into his arms where she belonged.Â
everybody in town had tried to tell him that sheâd skipped town, that she was probably my halfway across the country with a new name and a new identity.Â
it wasnât uncharacteristic of the people in this place to try and bury the memory of that they didnât understand, try to pretend like it never even existed in the first place; they sure as hell never understood her, even he didnât sometimes. sometimes when heâd look in her eyes, he had no idea what was looking back at him, what sort of secrets lied behind those pools and what was she trying to run from.Â
the sheriffâs effort was minimal when it came to investigating her disappearance, extending as far as putting up a few missing posters with a photo of her standing smiling in the church choir, the smile on her face doing nothing to off set the look that was always ever present in her eyes, the picture always being more haunting than fond to him.Â
it seemed that he was the only one who wasnât content to just let her fade into obscurity, for the missing posters to just become another face in the crowd to be forgotten, the image of her continued to remain burned into his mind, his every waking moment taken up by questions of where she was, what happened, was she okay?Â
it had been like this every day since she hadnât shown up to church on sunday, concern seeming to rise with her folks when sheâd remained gone since that morning, unsure if sheâd even come home that night.
it wasnât the missing church that had made rhett start to feel that pit of dread in his stomach, it was the fact that she hadnât been to see him.Â
as far as heâd been told, all her possessions were left behind in her room, nothing was missing save for the silver cross she always wore around her neck, the only thing she would never leave the house writhing, the cross heâd held between his fingers as she lay beneath him many a night, looking up at him like he was an angel.Â
when she was officially declared missing, heâd be unable to hide his reaction, his jaw tensing when her ma had relayed all the details to him with a shaky voice when sheâd come by to ask if heâd seen her, citing that sheâd seen her chatting to him after church once or twice.Â
if only her poor old ma had known just how deep their connection went, just how much her daughterâs disappearance was causing bile to feel like it was rising in his throat, a black hole growing larger and larger the longer she was gone.Â
it like sheâd simply ceased to exist, like she was there one moment and the next not. but he knew that didnât happen, people donât just fade out of existence and never return. she had to be somewhere out there, somewhere waiting for him.Â
seven weeks later, and her absence was still a constant presence leering over him at all times, seeing her missing posters as he drove past the bus stop in his rusted truck, seeing her folks farmhouse up on the hill as he drove across the dirt road back to his own home.Â
heâd taken the time to visit her folkâs every now and then, convincing himself he wanted to see how they were holding up, telling himself you would have wanted him to make sure they were doing okay; once every few weeks became once a week, which then became every three days. heâd bring them groceries when they needed them, even stayed to make sure her ma would actually eat, the grief of her lost daughter seeming to place her in a downward spiral.Â
her pa wasnât handling it any better, spending his every waking hour in the shed out back, isolating himself from everyone around him and refusing to speak to anybody save for a sentence or two, most of all rhett.Â
he could make sure her ma was okay at the very least, even if it meant sitting with her in the kitchen as she showed him through photo albums looking over childhood photos of her standing ankle deep in the lake down the hill from her house, her face frozen in a laugh as she held her white church dress up away from the water.Â
the pain was like a hot knife searing across his throat, keeping himself composed even as her poor mother shed her tears for her lost daughter, joining his hand with hers in a prayer even if he never thought of himself as a particularly godly man.Â
yet even now, sending off his prayers to a god he didnât believe in hardly seemed like a foolâs act, silently promising that if he could find his way back to her, that heâd never question again, never stop going to church till he was too old to walk, and even then, heâd damn well crawl.Â
when heâd first seen her standing in the family graveyard across the field, heâd thought it was his own mind playing tricks on him, convincing himself that the lack of sleep from staying up all night with a grieving mother had made him so weary to the point he was now seeing the flow of her white church dress in the distant darkness of the night.Â
when heâd blinked, turning his head completely to face the eerie site of the uneven headstones sticking into the ground, there was nothing there, only the reeds growing out of the hollow ground flowing silently in the cool autumn wind.Â
as heâd climbed back into his truck and slammed the door shut, he taken a moment to rest his forehead on the steering wheel, a deep sigh emerging from his ribs as he tried to reason with himself, assure himself that he wasnât going nuts, a trick of the light shining down on the farm by the half moon was all it was.Â
the land around here had a strange way of playing tricks on people, sometimes it felt like the ground itself was breathing, like standing in the back of a giant. the treeâs were ancient the mountains even more so, some used to say that there were forces at play that would drive even the most sane man to do unspeakable acts.Â
maybe the land itself had swallowed her up and stole her from him, claiming its pound of flesh in order to keep some undisturbed force at bay.Â
if that had been the case, he would have gladly allowed himself to be swallowed up with her.Â
he truly hadnât mean to go looking, heâd insisted with himself that it was purely because the police werenât doing enough, having essentially filed her away to the depths of a cabinet to be forgotten. he told himself that if he just went a little further, he might finally be able to have her back in his arms safe and happy just like he always had.Â
sometimes going looking results in more questions than answers, even worse so, answers to questions youâd never think to ask.Â
he didnât know what heâd expected to find as he stalked through the tree line near her families home, his eyes peering from top to bottom as he searched for any sign of her presence, any little detail that could give him insight into where sheâd gone.Â
even if it had turned up with nothing, he could at least find some semblance of peace knowing there was nothing to be found.Â
and yet, he had done so little to prepare himself for the possibility that something would find him.Â
hanging across a branch in the distance, catching the sunlight in a way that had managed to catch his eye instantly, swinging softly in the wind, was that exact same silver cross, swaying back and fourth with a soft almost silent jingling as the silver chain collided with itself.Â
moving in an abnormal way for the noticeable lack of wind, he took little notice of its almost unnatural movements, only able to let out a pained sound as he wrapped his hands around the chain and pulled it from its place hanging on a thin branch.Â
from its placement, all the way to the harsh movements, he couldnât help but feel like she was calling for him, reaching out of the darkness and pleading with him to find her, a silent scream for help.Â
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12:38 amÂ
Running the delicate silver chain along his finger tips, heâd made little effort to fight back the emotion of finding the necklace, his throat on fire with the tears he let fall, he couldnât even tell himself if it was because he was grateful to finally have a piece of her back with him for the first time in months, almost as if her energy was practically radiating off of the metal, or if he was more terrified of the implications that came with it.
He refused to ask himself the whyâs and the hows of the necklace ending up hung on a tree in the woods, only promising himself that heâd return to those woods again tomorrow, try and see if there was anything else to be found that might tell him even a little bit more about what happened to her.Â
Staring up at the dull cream coloured ceiling of his bedroom, he could only pull the cross over his head and let it rest over his heart as he held his hand over it and tried to fill his mind with happier memories of her, anything that could alleviate from the horrifying images that his mind was playing back like a reel, swimming in a pool of all the things that could have happened to her, trying to believe they werenât true.
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It had been a muggy night in the summer when theyâd first crossed pathâs, even though it was late in the evening, the small town was still brimming with the occasional sound of children yelling out, finally allowed to stay out a little later in the evening to do whatever it is that the young ones did nowadays.
He was hardly excluded from a summer night of activities just like everybody else, seemingly wanting to take advantage of the warm nights while they still could, before they were sucked back into a cold dark winter that brought with it early sundowns and frostbitten mornings.Â
The warm summer eveningâs brought with it a populace of folk trying to beat the hot night air by venturing down to the lake just down the road from the church, a freshwater sanctuary hidden by treeâs that went barely touched save for the summer months.
It shouldnât have come as a surprise that heâd spotted the group of teens running down towards the church as heâd passed in his truck, headlights clearing the dirt road in front of him, revealing what the moonlight couldnât.Â
In his defense, heâd hardly ever needed to pay much attention to the road at hours as late as this.
The stream of white suddenly in front of him had him slamming his foot on the brake so hard that it lurched him forward, a painful reminder of the seatbelt heâd clipped in earlier which dug into his collar.Â
With wide set eyes and his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles went white, he allowed to headlights to make the image in front of him clearer, his heart ramming in his ears so hard he could barely even hear the rumble of the engine.
Sheâd might as well have been a deer in headlights, her white dress flowing against the soft warm wind as she held a towel closely to her chest, almost as if it would have been a barrier between her and the truck had he not stepped on the break soon enough.
Her wide set eyes focusing on him were quickly moved to the other side of the road, the sound of amused screeches of other girls ringing out as one of her friends ran across to grip her wrist and pull her the rest of the way across the road, playfully calling her an idiot as she urged her to move.Â
Her friends amusement at the prospect of her being hit by a car wasnât as distracting as the fact that as she began to run the rest of the way across the road and towards the lake just down the hill, she turned suddenly and looked back at him through his passenger side window, an unreadable look crossing over her features as the world suddenly seemed to move in slow motion.
The truck didnât start moving again until she was completely out of sight, disappearing over the hill and completely out of rhettâs field of view, seemingly entranced by the sight of her white dress shining against the fieldâs in the moonlight.Â
The next time heâd seen her had been at the church at the top of the hill. Even if we wasnât in attendance himself, heâd offered to fix the broken fence surrounding the almost decrepit building, something to keep him busy, probably didnât hurt that it kept him in the church folkâs good graces, considering just how many of them were littered around the town.Â
He was never one for religion, never saw much point in prayer, heâd been under the belief that life dishes out what it does, and that you could only move on and make the most of it for as long as he could remember. But it wasnât his place to judge what people did to bring themselves any small comfort when it came to the ups and downs throughout, if somebody could gather any form of faith that made things make just a little more sense, he couldnât blame them.
When that same white church dress came into his peripheral vision like a ghost, he couldnât have not looked, almost like the wind was singing to him, urging him to look up from the particularly stubborn nail he was trying to pry out of the wood and catch sight of the angel stood at the entrance of the church.
The sounds of shuffling and footsteps seemed to signify that the service was coming to an end, the chattering sounds of voices beginning to grow louder and louder as people began to leave.
It was that same goddamn pair of eyes on him, just as they had been when sheâd been stood in front of the headlights of his truck, only this time paired witha tilted head as she seemed to observe him from a distance, her expression once more unreadable, only before the soft smile came across her plush lips when theyâd made eye contact.Â
Heâd stood from where he was kneeling like a reflex, taking a moment to adjust the cap sat on his head, never once breaking the eye contact shared between them, silent yet such an exchange of energy that speaking could never achieve, an unknowable interaction shared only between the two of them.
That was the day heâd finally learnt her name, when heâd heard the sound of her mother calling it from inside, finally causing a break in their eye contact as she turned her head to smile at her mother walking out and taking her daughters arm, the pair stepping down the small set of wooden stairs and onto the dirt ground.Â
Heâd made a point to look away, just as a matter of politeness, yet because he knew what church folk were like, especially with their daughters, and he could only imagine what it might look like if he was caught staring at her like a bobcat stared at jackrabbit.Â
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4:02 AM.Â
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Gold

Chapter One
Marigold Winslow. An F1 driver flying through her first season. Rhett Abbott. An ex cowboy turned actor on a media circuit after his biggest role yet.
They weren't supposed to have any extended interaction. They weren't supposed to fall in love. They weren't supposed to make a mess of each others careers.
Rhett Abbott x OC
Miami. It was hot. Too fucking hot. Sweat clung to her back as she made her way across the paddock, sunglasses covering her eyes. Unlike her fellow drivers, she didnât wear her team shirt. Ugly, bright orange, with an equally as ugly hat to match.
It was just her first year in the team, just her sixth race. But it had been an incredible five races so far, each one ending with her in the points. Her team was leading the constructors championship, her teammate leading the drivers championship. She was only a couple of points behind him, waiting for him to slip up and take the lead.
Life was pretty good.
She walked into the paddock alone, phone clutched in one hand and bag in the other. For the first two races, sheâd worn her team shirt into the paddock. The ugly orange one that didnât suit her in the slightest. Sheâd walked in beside her teammate, she and Lando talking and laughing as they went. But then she started wearing her own clothes to races.
Every news article about her wasnât really about her, calling her a WAG. Worse than that, it called her Landoâs wag.
So, she walked into the paddock alone.
A hand touched her back. Immediately, she stiffened up, readied herself to punch whoever was touching her with the hand holding her phone. âRelax,â said a familiar voice. âItâs just me.â
Carlos Sainz. Before she got her place on the grid, driving alongside his old teammate, Carlos was her celebrity crush. She was never supposed to get this close to him, wasnât supposed to become friends with him in the month and a bit she had been driving.
But Carlos took her under his wing, in a sense. He had been there before, driving for McLaren, driving alongside Lando. He knew how gruelling and terrible this sport could be, knew how fast a career could go down the drain. He was determined not to let that happen to her.
âFirst Miami Grand Prix, huh?â Carlos whispered in her ear.
She swallowed as she nodded. âItâs gonna be good,â she said and slipped her phone to the pocket of her jeans. âIâm gonna win it.â
Carlos let himself smile. He pressed his hand more against her back, ignoring the sweat seeping through her shirt. Or maybe he didnât feel it. But it had her swallowing, her steps becoming faster as she tried to get away from him just a little bit.
All so he couldnât feel the sweat seeping through her shirt.
Carlos let his hands drop to his sides. âWeâve got celebrities for this one,â he said as he followed her through the paddock.
She rolled her eyes. âToday?â She asked, placing her bag on her shoulder.
âSome today, some tomorrow,â he answered.
âGreat,â she mumbled and pulled her sunglasses from her face. Placing them on top of her head, she looked around the paddock. Searching for familiar faces of those she saw in movies, those she saw on album covers.
Nothing so far.
A breath left her lips. âHave you ever had your all time favourite celebrity show up?â She asked, ignoring the way her heart clenched in her chest. Not only was the rest of the world watching, but now the people sheâd watched and admired since she was a kid (outside of the world of motorsport, of course. That was a different kettle of fish) were potentially so close, watching her so closely.
âRelax, Mariâ he said gently, his hand coming up to rest on her shoulder. âWhether that one celebrity you dream about is watching or not, youâre gonna do great. Youâre going to win this.â
She nodded at him, hand touching his before she pushed it away from her shoulder. âYouâre gonna get points, okay?â
Carlos grinned at him. âIâm going to get points,â he reiterated and she nodded at him. âIâll see you on the track,â he said as she began walking away from him.
She tipped her head to the side. âYeah, when I lap you.â At that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving those words hanging between them.
Maybe another driver wouldnât have taken it as well as Carlos did. But, when she turned on her heel, he was laughing as he made his way to the Williams garage.
Marigold Winslow made her way towards the McLaren garage. There would be a hat for her in her drivers room, an ugly, orange one that she would wear between qualifying sessions.
âHi, Mari,â her friends in the garage called as she walked past.
Marigold offered polite smiles as she made her way through. She dragged her nails across Lando's shoulder blades as she passed him, a shiver running down his spine. âFuck, Mari,â be groaned. âDon't do that.â
âDon't be so ticklish, then,â she muttered with a grin as she walked past him.
Before anybody could stop her, she disappeared into her driver's room. The little couch always looked so inviting, but she never let herself sit down. Not if she wanted to get up in time for the qualifying.
She pulled her black fireproofs and orange race overalls from the little wardrobe. Getting changed, she laid her jeans and shirt over her little sofa and grabbed her cap.
It just didn't suit her. Her hair was too light to make the hat work. But she still placed it on her head and walked out of her drivers room.
âGoldie.â
Her heart clenched in her chest. She had always hated that nickname, the nickname her father had given her before he upped and left. It had been perfectly clear since her junior sessions that she was Mari or Marigold. Not Goldie. Never Goldie.
Unclenching her jaw, she turned towards the owner of the race team. He was far too involved with the team, according to her. At every race, acting more like their team principal than their actual team principal.
âMr Brown,â she said as he stepped closer to her. She nearly tripped over her feet trying to take a small, subtle step back.
A chuckle left his lips and her entire body shuddered. What an awful sound. âYou don't need to call me that, Sweetheart,â he said and reached out to touch her.
She was going to retch, but she was going to lose her seat.
âWe've got some guests coming to the garage today,â he said as he gestured for her to walk with him. She did as she was told, just to keep him happy.
âCelebrities?â She asked as she followed him back towards the garage. âI'm not meeting your president, Zac. I won't do it.â
Zac shook his head. âNot the president, Sweetheart. Just some actors in a superhero movie.â
Mari furrowed her brows. âWhat superhero movie?â She asked, hiking up the race suit hanging low on her hips.
Shrugging his shoulders, Zac held out his hand, gesturing for her to stand beside Lando. âI need the two of you on your best behaviour.â
âWe're not kids, Zac,â Lando said as he rested his arm over her shoulders.
Being in the junior programme had really helped their bond. For a solid two years, Mari travelled to races with Lando and Oscar. Not every race, not when she needed to be somewhere else for an F2 race. But she was there, by Lando and Oscar's side as she completed free practice drives.
When Oscar moved to Red Bull and she joined Lando in McLaren, they were already thick as thieves.
âDo you know what movie it is?â She whispered as she leaned towards him.
Lando shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care about the celebrities coming to the race; it was all some stupid PR stunt, anyway.
But Mari hadn't been through that. Lando had years of it. He was used to it, used to the police smiles and friendly conversation with people who thought they were better than him. They always acted so interesting, only to spew on about things he didn't care about.
âI got you, Mari,â he whispered.
âI got you, Lan.â
Leaning against the nearest surface, the talked as much strategy for the day ahead as they dared. So far, the strategy calls she and her engineer worked on together had been amazing, never putting her too far away from pole.
âHow you feeling?â He asked as he repositioned her hat on her head.
She batted his hand away. âGood,â Mari answered. âConfident.â
âYeah?â He asked, releasing a giggle. âYou're gonna need it.â
She shoved at his chest, light and playful. Just what she needed to calm her pre-race nerves.
âLook alive, people!â
The two looked at each other, eyebrows raised. They stepped away from each other, still leaning against the nearest surface. When Lando folded his arms over his chest, she did the same thing.
The celebrities strode into the garage. On first glance, Mari recognised none of them. No familiar faces, nobody she recognised from her movies or album covers. Relief and disappointment sparked inside of her all at once.
Lando kept his face stoic, so she did the same thing.
He stuck his hand out to the first one. âLavinia,â she said politely, an unexpected British accent leaving her lips.
âYeah, I've seen you in things,â Lando replied, dropping her hand.
It clicked then and there for Mari. âHoly shit, you're Lavinia Fox!â She barely kept the squeal out of her voice.
Lavinia turned to her with a smile that was a mix of gorgeous and kind. âYou've seen one of my movies?â She asked and Mari nodded. âI saw you as Jane in Pride and Prejudice and it changed my life.â She took her hand, shaking it insistently. âI'm Mari and I'm a huge fan,â she said in way of explanation.
Landos hand touched her back.
Almost sheepishly, too sheepish for a Formula One driver, Mari dropped her hand. Lando began speaking again, stealing Laviniaâs attention. For that, Mari was grateful.
She looked at the next celebrity in the group.
It wasn't just a passing lack of recognition, she really didn't know who this guy was. Tall, dark hair that was going ever so slightly grey at his temples. That alone made it hard to place his age.
His blue eyes were pretty, that was undoubtable. He stared down at her, shoulders hunched slightly, waiting for her to say something.
âWho are you?â
Lando's elbow met her ribs. Sucking in a sharp breath, Mari shoved him away and turned back towards the unfamiliar celebrity. She didn't repeat, just raised her eyebrows at him.
âRhett Abbott,â he tried, his gorgeously deep voice pitching at the end, as if he was asking himself a question. âI'm in the same movie as Vinia.â
Mari raised her eyebrows at him. âThat's not an actor's name,â she mumbled and Lando's elbow met her ribs again. She was going to bruise tomorrow. âIt's not!â She insisted. âIt's a cowboy name!â
âYou don't have to say it, Mari!â
âIt's okay,â Rhett said, interrupting the two drivers. âI actually used to be a cowboy.â
âNo way.â Mari couldn't stop herself from grinning, wide and a little sly all at once. âI was only kidding, I swear.â She moved her fingers, made an X over her chest. But then she held out her hand towards him. âI'm Mari.â
She took note of the way his brown hair curled around his ears. âPretty name,â he said, squeezing her hand once before he dropped it.
âShort for Marigold, by the way,â Lando jumped in.
âMarigold,â Rhett repeated, tasting the way it rolled off his tongue. âDoes anybody ever call you Goldie?â
The grin dropped from her face, expression hardening. âNot if they know what's good for them.â
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Can you please do meet cute 45) A owns a flower shop and B just needs the courage to go inside and say hello. For Rhett Abbott?
THIS ONE SCREAMS RHETT!! I'm so glad someone requested it with him!
Rhett Abbott had never felt more ridiculous in his entire life.Â
He was told they just needed a few things from the grocery store. Rhett hated going to the grocery store. It meant people and people judged and whispered things about him, regardless of if it was true (majority of the time it wasnât).Â
But the grocery store was on the same street as The Wild Rose, Wabangâs brand new flower shop. And inside was you, the owner.Â
Rhett scoffed at the idea at first. There was no way Wabang had enough people to warrant a flower shop. Plus, folks had plenty of land, they could make their damn bouquets if they wanted.Â
Apparently people were lazy. It also helped that you sold wine and little knick knacks in addition to floral arrangements. Jars of speciality honey from a local farm, the wine from a nearby vineyard. Dish towels with funny sayings and food related puns.Â
It wasnât a store Rhett would go into, nevertheless pay attention to. But Amy wanted to go and it wasnât like Perry was going to take her.Â
There was a decent sized crowd outside the store, listening to the mayor drone on about how great this was going to be for the town, not just for Wabang but also for the surrounding area. Out of all the places to be on the âprecipice of an economic boomâ, Wabang did not come to Rhettâs mind.Â
Before he could roll his eyes anymore, the mayor introduced the owner of the shop, you.Â
God, you were beautiful with your bright eyes and dazzling smile as you spoke about how welcoming Wabang had been to you and how helpful when it came to making your dream a reality. Rhett was instantly smittened.Â
But he couldnât just go up and talk to you. For one, you were busy cutting a red ribbon with stupidly giant scissors.Â
Second, you were luminous, vivid. Everything he wasn't.Â
Rhett knew he didn't offer much, if anything. His life was directionless; all he did was work on the ranch and ride bulls when he could (when his right shoulder wasn't acting up). He would just drag you down. So instead, he settled for the chances he could walk past your shop and peek into the window for a glimpse of you.Â
It was fucking pathetic. His family would give him so much shit if they found out. And yet, it was the highlight of his day, seeing you arrange a case, talk to customers. Rhett especially loved it when he caught you giving the floral arrangements to clients. The corners of your eyes would crease and the bridge of your nose scrunched up when you revealed your creation. It also allowed him to linger by the store window, to bask in your warmth for a little bit longer.Â
âDo you think they're pretty?â Amy asked one day while they were walking down the street.Â
Rhett let out a confused hum, turning his attention from your store window to his niece.Â
âThe owner. You always look in their window when we pass by,â Amy explained with a giggle.Â
âIt's just an interesting store,â Rhett grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he began walking again.Â
âThen you should go inside!â Amy called out as she ran after him.Â
If only it was that easy.Â
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Several months later Rhett was now standing in front of your door, rather than your window.Â
He should go in. He had zero reason to not go in. Rhett actually required your services. So it wasn't as if he was just going to stroll in there with no plan. Or worse, use Amy as a guise (God, he hated when Perry did that).Â
It was justâŠ.the thought of being in your presence, speaking to you. Having a conversation. Rhett wasn't much of a talker, never had been. Why would he, when hardly anyone was interested in what he had to say?Â
And the truth was, he didn't have to go in. He could figure this out on his own.Â
But when would his next chance come along?Â
It was the unclear answer that gave him the courage to turn the handle and open the door.Â
Your shop felt warm and inviting. One wall was filled with shelves, dedicated to displaying various colorful vases. In the middle, a designated âflower barâ where folks could create their own bouquets. Amongst the store were various house plants and knick knacks.Â
âHi! Can I help you?â A sweet voice caused Rhett to turn around, the air exiting his lungs upon seeing you.Â
He could only nod, at a complete loss for words.Â
You waited for him, to see if he would expand. When he didnât, you simply smiled and asked, âWhat can I do for ya?â
With fumbling hands, Rhett got out the photo from his jacket, âUmâŠI need help identifying these flowers. Theyâre the wedding flowers she had and I wanna draw the bouquet as like aâŠ.like a gift. Figured it would last longer than getting a bouquet but I uhâŠI need help identifying them. I wanna look them up so I can get the details right.â
This was going horribly. He should have just bought a magnifying glass off of Amazon or find someone who could digitally restore photos.Â
âDo you know where they got married?â You asked, extending your hand out for the photo.Â
âYeah, uh, here in Wabang,â Rhett answered, running a hand up and down the back of his neck, hoping his body was just warm and not turning a bright red.Â
âOh, well that makes it much easier!â Rhett gave you the photo and you motioned for him to follow you to the counter. You got out a book that had a beautiful embossed floral design on the cover.
âIâm glad you know where they got married. It makes it much easier to identify. Also, considering WaBang has hadnât a floral shop until this year and the nearest one was over an hour away, Iâm assuming these are flowers native to Wyoming,â you explained, flipping through the pages.Â
You looked up through your lashes, âI can tell you what flowers they are and you can look them up. But am I safe to assume that as an artist, youâd rather have your references in person?â
âOh uh, Iâm notâŠIâm not an artist,â He mumbled, shaking his head as he shoved his hands into his pockets. A nervous habit he couldnât seem to break.Â
âYouâre creating art. Last time I checked, that makes you an artistâŠ..â your voice trailed off, waiting to hear a name.Â
âOh! Iâm Rhett. Sorry.â How could he forget to introduce himself? âYeah, having something I could look at and observe up close would be great.âÂ
âWell Rhett, Iâm more than happy to recreate that bouquet for ya. But I donât have some of these flowers in stock, so itâll take some time to order them,â you explained, âProbably like a week or so? If I have your number, I can let you know when they arrive.â
Rhett looked up, eyes wide in disbelief, âYou want my number?â
Your nose scrunched up as you nodded, âYes. I would love to have your number Rhett. Would hate for you to come in and I donât have what you need.â
Rhett would do it. In fact, he even tried to assure you so.Â
âWell, I might need another photo just to ensure Iâm accurate. How will I let you know?â You countered. Fuck, you had a great point.Â
So Rhett fumbled with getting out his phone, hands shaking as he passed it off to you.Â
âIâll give you my number too if thatâs alright. Just so you arenât wondering whoâs texting you.â Your giggle was so endearing, Rhett couldnât help but smile, couldnât help but feel his shoulders drop and relax.Â
He nodded, a small, slightly lopsided and totally sweet smile, âYeah, thatâs fine.â
You handed Rhett back his phone, âIâll let you know if I need more info! And when I get them in.â
Rhett nodded, secretly (and seriously) hoping he didnât look like an idiot with how hard he was smiling.Â
âI'll uh, see ya around?â He practically asked. You nodded eagerly, saying your goodbyes as he quickly got out of the store.Â
Rhett felt like he could finally breathe again once he was out of your store. That went well, right? He had your number, though it was intended to give updates regarding a gift for his mom. But he also had another chance to see you. Granted, once he was done with this project, he wouldn't have a reason to go into your shop. Maybe for Amyâs birthday, he could get her flowers.Â
The vibration of his phone broke Rhett out of his thoughts. It couldn't beâŠ.could it?Â
His eyes widened when he saw your name attached to the text. He nearly dropped his phone when he read your message.Â
I'm glad you finally came in! I've been wanting to meet you ever since the store opened :)Â
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knockin' on heaven's door
Rhett Abbott x Reader
Summary: The day after an intense, drunken argument with each other, you decided to cool down with Rhett by the lake to talk things out the proper way. As you both dwell on the time you first met, you finally confront the unspoken thing between you two. (Rhett Abbott x GN!Reader)
Word Count: 3.1k
Content: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, no use of Y/n, no pronouns for reader, no specific genitals mentioned for reader, penetration, oral (reader receiving), reader is implied to be a musician, sex by the lake pretty much, so public sex?, friends to lovers, your dogs are little shits (some silliness)
A/n: if youâre new to this account, hello! I strive to write gender-neutral reader fanfics to encourage the use of gender neutral language, usage, and pronouns in xReader fics! Inclusivity is important, especially in the year 2025 <3 having said that, I would love to use my platform to show it is possible to write in fics where gender does not play any (significant) role. Happy reading <33 reblogs and likes are much appreciated :)
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A heavy sigh left your lips as you shut your eyes softly, the gentle wind blowing towards your skin and the nearby trees. You felt grounded through your slow breaths, sitting above a cloth blanket that separated yourself from the muck surface. You've never felt such tranquility and peace in a long time.
Instantly, however, you were brought back to the earth, feeling an object fall lightly onto your knee. In your cross-legged position, your eyes shot open, finding that the object was a stick that your dog had dropped to continue his exhilarating game of fetch. Huffing, you grabbed the slender trunk and threw it in the water to entertain him, watching him sprint towards it after.
Last night was exhausting. It shouldn't have even happened, but it just did.
You got into a stupid argument with your close friend, Rhett. You knew him for several years, as he was one of the first people you met when you moved to Amelia County, and yet you still couldn't get used to his daunting idiocy. He was even more stupid when drunk, which he had been the previous evening. The verbal fight ended bitterly, as you gave up on explaining yourself, feeling burnt out.
You felt like you needed a break from everything, which impelled you to find solace in nature. You could tell that Rhett needed it too. Therefore, you casually proposed this idea, also prompted to bring your dog, Leo, and Rhett's dog, Stu. Those two mutts somehow got along with each other more than you and him would.
The sky was slowly transforming into a muddy blue as you two had only just arrived at the lake by dusk. Moments passed by then, but the two of you barely spoke to each other since you first got here; just silently setting up the blanket and beers, engaging with the dogs, and lighting cigarettes.
He still sat beside you, though. He wasn't angry with you, but neither were you angry with him.
After taking a mellow drag of his cigarette, Rhett extinguished the silence with his western twang. "I'm sorry," he mutters, exhaling the misty smoke.
Your ears perk up at the sound of his apology, turning your head to look at him. His eyes never looked at yours yet, as they remained onto the glassy lake.
Stubbornly, you asked, "for what?"
Rhett shook his head. "You know what."
He finally turned his head to face you, his soft, dark eyes looking into yours. "I was being a drunk asshole last night," he elaborated shamefully. "I shouldn't've snapped at you like that. It was unnecessary."
You couldn't muster up the courage to prolong the eye contact with him, looking down as you knew you were guilty too.
"Well, I just made things worse," you sigh, throwing the stick again once Leo fetched it. "I knew it would've upset you, but I kept rambling on anyway."
"Yeah, but I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place," he reasons, rubbing his forehead.
"Okay, but you were drunk, so I only elevated things by arguing back instead of being mature."
Rhett suddenly scoffs with a grin of levity. "Well, would you look at that?â He comments instantly, âWe seem to be arguin' with each other once again.â You two looked at each other for a split second before chuckling it off, smiling at the issue rather than scowling.
His dog, Stu, moved to lay down beside you on the blanket. Your palm met his smooth, fluffy coat, petting him idly.
"To be honest," you huff under your breath, "I totally forgot what we were arguing about last night."
Rhett snickers, amused by your confession. "At least I have an excuse for not remembering. Weren't you sober?"
Your shoulders shrugged as you let out a faint snicker. "Well, thatâs just how forgettable that stupid argument was."
You both felt a weight being lifted off of your shoulders once you talked it out, releasing the tension between you two. After all, you've always had a friendship built on mutual understandings, which was one of the things that made you work well together.
For the next few minutes, you two were just sitting with each other quietly, hearing the hushed chirps of the crickets and the two dogs now roughhousing close by the lakefront. It was a comfortable silence nonetheless, as you found Rhett's sole presence soothing.
"Do you, uh," he began roughly, nodding towards you as he fidgeted with his fingers, "do you remember how we first met?"
You chuckled breathily, shaking your head. "How could I ever forget?"
He grins at your response. "You were just... playing your guitar at The Handsome Gambler like always..." Rhett described the moment as if it happened just yesterday. When you first moved here, a full-time job just wasn't enough for you to thrive on, and so you entered the gig economy, playing live music at the local bar.
"Then this asshole," he continues with an eager smirk, "he, uh... You were playing... what was it...?"
You remembered that night like the back of your hand. "Knockin' On Heaven's Door,â you two ended up saying at the same time with a shared smile.
"Right," he says pleasantly. "Well, this asshole, he begins to just... heckle you, you know? For whatââbutcheringâ a Bob Dylan song with your version? Anyways, I just... I couldn't just sit there and watch you get criticized by this dickwad, so I..." He playfully gestured a punch in the air.
"Hey, you beat him up hard," you laugh, remembering the scene quite fondly. "I was scared he wasn't going to be able to get up!"
"He deserved it," Rhett sneers pridefully. "But I was drunk too, so that probably⊠yâknow, made me more aggressive⊠Hm, and then what? You bring me ice for my knuckles and thank me for it?"
"Yeah," you nod, confirming what happened right after the fight. You smiled to yourself as you thought about the memory, until a curious consideration came across your mind. "Hey, I always wondered... You barely knew me at the time. Yet you defended me like that. And you didn't come out of that fight unharmed eitherâyou knew you were going to get bruised too. So... why did you do it?"
Rhett was slightly taken aback, not expecting that question, nor prepared with an answer. He took off his cowboy hat thoughtfully, setting it aside on the ground as he ran his hand through his tamed hair. "I dunno. I just... I've been around that bar several times. Saw you play the moment you first arrived, and then every other night since then. I always enjoyed your performances. Kinda felt protective when that son of a bitch started talking shit. Plus, I really liked your take on the song. It felt⊠original. Sounded nice. You know, Iâve always loved your playing before you stopped with the gigs.â
âReally?â You smiled wistfully, appreciating his attentiveness for you. "Well, I'm still forever grateful for what you did. And I mean, I was still going to play regardless of that guy, but... it meant a lot to me at that time."
You both looked at each other warmly. If you had to be honest with yourself, you would admit that your friendship with Rhett wasn't as simple or typical like others. There was this underlying feeling of admiration and affection that fell towards a more intimate tone rather than friendly. Of course, you two were close friends before anything, but you couldn't deny the romantic tension between you two.
As stated before, your friendship was built through mutual understandings. There was no doubt that you two knew your feelings might've been reciprocated.
You had been through a lot together. After meeting him many years back in that bar, you were still very close to him now. You were always there for him, from his failed bull rides to the recent disappearance of his sister-in-law, and he was there for you at your lowest moments, be it your financial struggles or awful past.
"You, um... You mean a lot to me," you mutter hesitantly, adding on to your previous statement. You looked up into his irises, which seemed to resemble a hauntingly beautiful cyclone, convinced you were drowning in them due to apparent breathlessness.
Frankly, the two of you were sick of this unspoken thing between one another. You knew there was something there, something more, but none of you had the guts to do anything about it. Right now, however, it finally felt right to just try.
Rhett's breath shivered as his eyes bored into yours, feeling his heart swell at your words. Hesitantly, his hand went up to cup the side of your face, feeling your soft cheek in his palm. Naturally, you leaned into his touch, blinking slowly as your breathing matched his.
And suddenly, you felt his lips meet yours, pressing a soft, gentle kiss against them, instantly feeling a blissful sense of euphoria throughout your body. All those years of tension and close calls, and you finally had him.
It was a brief kiss as you two looked at each other coyly, unable to stop grinning like the idiots you were.
Eagerly, your hands cupped his face as you kiss him again, feeling his hands grab your waist as it became more ardent than before. The kiss itself wasnât at a fast pace, yet deeper compared to your first. His lips moved with yours fervently, fingers slipping under your shirt to feel your stomach and waist. His touch explored your ribs and your chest, fingernails lightly dragging over the skin so ticklishly. It was a new sensation, feeling the hands that belonged to Rhettâs touch you like this, feel your body like this.
Rhett became rougher, slipping his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss. His hand under your shirt moved to your back, his palm cupping your spine as he rubbed your skin. Then, he moved his fingers to the hem of your shirt, eager to undress you. After lifting it over your head and throwing it off somewhere, he laid you down on the blanket, attaching his lips to your neck. You laughed delightfully at the action, indulging in the fact that you would finally have him like this, knowing that he adored you the same way you adored him.
He pulled away briefly, sitting up to remove his shirt, then laid back down on top of you, kissing you once more. His gentle palms continued to explore your warm skin, trailing from your stomach, to your chest, then back down to your waist. He worshipped your bare torso in awe, taking advantage of the privilege of seeing you shirtless like this. Your body was addicting and he was desperate to keep feeling you against him.
âIâve waited,â he muttered huskily in between slow kisses, âso damn... long for this.â
With his face back in your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, he fumbled with your belt. His skilled fingers worked to unbuckle it as he kissed you, unzipping your pants after and dragging them down. Once the article of clothing came off, his lips dragged down your sternum to your lower stomach, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. He glances at you for a second with arousal and appeal before hooking his thumbs under the elastic, slowly dragging the cloth down your legs.
You felt the cold air hit your exposed warmth as the thin fabric made its way from your knees to your ankles, until Rhett finally slid it off your feet. He moved his head between your legs, hands resting on your hips. He began to nip at your thighs sensually, switching between your two legs as he would inch his way up your inner thighs. You shivered lightly at the feeling, his eyes gazing intensely into yours before his mouth began to work on you.
You gasped and flinched at the feeling of his tongue against your core, letting out a quiet moan as your eyelids grew heavy. His hands gripped your hips more firmly, pinning them to the ground after your legs merely trembled at the sensation. He slowly yet passionately licked at your most sensitive parts, prolonging the eye contact as he tasted your flesh.
Your fingers find his hair, tugging it lightly in pleasure as he continued with his movements, closing his lips around you. More whimpers left your mouth, feeling confident you were going to reach your orgasm through this. That was until he pulled away with a smirk, you whining at the loss of his touch as he quickly got out of his jeans. Throwing it to the side, he slipped his boxers off, letting his length spring free.
Seeing him naked above you stirred a new, indescribable feeling of arousal in yourself. Watching the man youâve adored for years prep your body for him to take.
âYou ready?â He mumbles, looking down at you for your confirmation.
You nodded, heart racing. âYeah.â
Rhettâs hands propped himself up against the blanket, hovering above you to see your face. As his cock slowly pushed through your entrance, his lips parted slightly, opening his mouth in awe of the feeling. The further he moved into you, he had stretched your inner walls until his hips met yours. The two of you let out a satisfied moan once he was fully sheathed inside of you, your tightness bringing him immense pleasure.
Rhett couldnât believe he was taking you right now. Heâs wanted you for so long, and now, you were finally his.
With a short peck against your lips, Rhett began to thrust in and out at a steady pace. He didnât want to go too fast so soon, as he was just indulging in the feeling of your body around him. Just knowing it was you he was making love with had spurred him on. Heâs never felt so good before.
âFuck!â You cry out once he decided to increase his pace. With each thrust, his cock caressed your fleshy insides, him letting out low grunts with every movement. His gentle, warm hands moved down your sides until they reached your thighs. Firmly gripping onto the flesh, he wrapped your legs around his waist to fuck you in a much closer position.
Soon, the sounds of him ramming into your body echoed louder throughout the quiet lake as the lewd, wet noise of skin slapping against skin filled your ears. You whined softly at the gratifying feeling of him pounding into you like this.
Your hands moved to cup his face, trying to kiss his lips as much as you could while he thrusted his hips. The moment became more intimate as you poured your deep affection for him into the kiss, only for it to not last as long, due to your persistent moaning.
âOh, Rhett⊠MmmâŠâ you whimper, closing your legs tighter around him to push him in deeper. One of his hands left your thigh to reach for your palm, interlocking his fingers with yours next to your head. Rhett groaned as his eyes briefly closed shut, his pace getting quicker, motivated by the beautiful sounds escaping your lips.
âGod, you feel too good,â he mumbles hotly, continuing to penetrate you as he reached down to nibble your neck. Rhett's moans were loud and feverish, nearly drooling in his mouth from the pleasant feeling of your body.
However, the blissful moment was ruined when you hear your dog barking in your ear.
âFuck,â you huff, frustrated by the interruption while Rhett felt prompted to continue his motions, regardless of the circumstance, âgo away, Leo.â
Your dog whined at you, continuing to yelp, in which Rhett couldnât help but laugh, his thrusts faltering. âLeo, git!â You pant, trying to push his scrunched face away with your hand.
Rhettâs movements inside you came to a subtle halt as he chuckled softly at the circumstance. âHe wants you to throw it,â he snickers.
You turned your head to see a new stick that your border collie brought you. âYeah, I know,â you sigh, grabbing the stick as you looked at Rhettâs grin, unamused. Finally, you threw it far, adjacent to the other dog by the lake, hoping the two would go back to being occupied with each other.
âDamnit, that is such a mood killer,â you scoff, looking back at the snarky cowboy above you.
âYeah, we probably shouldâve done this back at your place,â he says with a teasing smirk.
âWell, youâre the one who decided to do this here,â you retort.
âAnd weâre only here because you brought us here,â he raises an eyebrow, chuckling.
He had a point. âOh, shut up.â
After an affectionate giggle, Rhettâs lips kisses yours again slowly, in a rhythm that no song could ever surpass. He angled his head to kiss you deeply, gradually beginning to thrust into you again with his hardened length. You moaned, feeling his cock rubbing your flesh once again, moving in and out. For now, his movements had been slow, focusing on the pleasure his body brought you.
Rhettâs hands left your fingers and thigh, hooking his arms under yours to grip the back of your shoulders. This allowed him to thrust faster, his hips finally rolling rapidly into yours. âOh, fuck!â You whine at the powerful new pace. âFuck, Iâm so close!â
Rhett moaned with you shamelessly, mouth gaping in pleasured wonder. âYouâre so damn beautiful, youâve always been so fucking beautiful,â he rambled under his breath, kissing your lips sloppily, âcum with me, sweetheart, come on.â
Before a coherent word could leave your mouth, a loud, long moan escaped your throat once you came intensely. As your walls clenched amorously around his girth, Rhett spilled his warm, white semen inside of you, groaning as he kept himself in that deep position.
You both panted heavily, catching your breaths as Rhett collapsed on top of you, his sweaty, bare chest pressed against yours. A lazy grin appeared on his face, peppering light kisses on your neck.
You didnât want him to pull out yet, but you knew he had to, whining softly at the loss of his warmth once he did. His dark, gentle eyes were fixed on yours as they had the entire night, cupping your face for another doting kiss.
Rhettâs lips pressed against yours passionately, tasting you once again with both affection and lust. After the short gesture, the two of you lay there, comfortably naked by the lake, as it might as well have been the Garden of Eden. You looked at each other tenderly, as there wasnât enough words to describe your affections towards one another.
Your head rested on Rhettâs heaving chest, idly tracing his tattoo with your fingertips. You knew you would eventually have to get dressed and get back home, but you gave rein in the pleasure of this particular moment.
It simply felt like heaven.
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your (my) life with rhett abbott.
rhett abbott x reader.



ïż« summary: a life with rhett.
ïż« word count: 680.
ïż« warnings: mentions of sex, some angst, children and fluff.
ïż« authors notes: this is a collection of daydreams i have about my cowboy husband. my main masterlist can be found here! đ
Rhett is a little awkward and shy. For a burly bull rider, when he first asked you out, his thumb moved between each fingernail to pick at it. His hands were twitching with nerves. From a first glance, he simply looked like a man asking a person out. His hands were by his sides and he stood tall.
His father told him to never look small, even though he made Rhett feel so small sometimes.
When you replied with a beaming smile that you would love to go out with him sometime, his cheeks became flushed with a warm pink, that spread over the tops of his ears and down his neck in a hot flush.
He gets grumpy too. His eyebrows knit together in a firm line. His eyes become stone and his eyelids grow heavy. Heâll focus on one particular spot of dirt on his jeans, not baring to look at anything else. He clenches his teeth tightly together and his jaw becomes firmly set.
But, he stands up for himself and what he thinks is right. However, it comes off as him being defensive and angry when really, heâs only trying to protect the things that he loves most. That being the life youâve built together on your ranch and most importantly, you and your little baby girl.
Bonnie Abbott was born in the early spring. You spent many days in the summer standing on your front porch, with her in your arms and watching Rhett work not too far from your home. He couldnât bear to spend long periods away from you both, so he always opted to do work closer to your home during the day.
You would hold her chubby little hand and wave it for her, humming in a sweet voice, âWave to Daddy, Bonnie!â
You watch as your three ranch cats jump from the rooftops and fences of the barn. Your Anatolian Shepherd, Daisy, sits by your feet and keeps a careful and protective watch over both you and Bonnie. Robin, your Blue Heeler, is always quick on Rhettâs heels and trails around behind him, as he works in the hot and sticky Wyoming summer heat. Rhett whistles sharply between his lips and Robin is always quick to follow.
You still live in Wyoming, but you chose your ranch to be two towns over from Wabang. Rhett wanted to distance himself from his family, but he couldnât leave them completely. Heâs still holding onto this deeply entrenched guilt, that therefore causes him to tether to them.
Heâs working on it though. Heâs working on himself.
He doesnât deny his mother and father of seeing his grandchild. You go back to visit when you can, but you normally leave after spending the day there. Rhett can only bear so many hours before the familiar and tell-tale signs of his set frown and tense jaw begin to appear. You still go back for occasions such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. Those are the only two occasions when you, Rhett and Bonnie will stay the night.
His old room is still there. It still comforts him.
You press up against Rhett in his small bed and keep him warm, whilst Bonnie sleeps soundly beside you both in her crib. His room is nearly identical to when he left it, but these small changes with you both now being in there with him, is what gives him the harmony to fall asleep.
You asked Rhett once if he would be gentle with you, as he had your beautiful naked body below him.
âWill you be gentle with me? Please be gentle with me.â
He gave you the love that you so dearly deserved. He calls you his baby, his darlinâ, his love.
He is your dream. He is your cowboy, but a man who needs to be wanted. He needs to feel wanted. He gets so much validation from you, in every way. Emotionally, physically, sexually⊠And you give that to him without hesitation. Heâs so over the moon with you. Heâs so profoundly and deeply in love with you.
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Rodeo Queen

Summary: As a two-time Rodeo Queen and a skilled barrel racer, you are asked to be a guest judge at the Amelia County Fair. You learn quickly it is going to take more than your charming personality to gain the respect you deserve
Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Rodeo Queen!Reader
Warnings: Minors DNI! Oral (F receiving), unprotected pinv sex, a tiny angst, alcohol consumption, light bondage
A/N: I wrote this instead of working on my finals, it was an idea I just couldn't shake. I am obsessed with the idea that Rhett folds for any strong independent woman
Word Count: 5,000ish
As you walked out of your trailer, a crisp breeze hit your face. Much to your relief, it cooled you down significantly, the space heater in your trailer running the whole time you were in there getting dressed and doing your makeup.
Your sister, also known as your âpersonal stylistâ insisted it was much too cold out for it to not be on. Even when you assured her it was only fifty degrees outside.Â
Now here she is walking beside you in a giant puffer coat while you try to tune her out and focus on calming yourself down. No matter how many rodeos you went to, how many speeches you gave, how many parades you've rode in, all of it still riddled you with anxiety.Â
It did not help one bit that everyone in the âRiders Onlyâ prep area was gawking at you. You did stick out like a sore thumb.
Decked out in a gorgeous scarlet button up, adorned with detailed black beading along the collar and cuffs and matching chaps over your bootcut jeans. Atop your head sitting a black wide-brimmed cowboy hat.Â
Though, the most glaring of all would have to be your pearly white sash, dark cursive letters writing out âCanyon County Queenâ.Â
Nearing what you assume to be the other royalty court, you look extremely overdressed. Silently, you curse your sister for suggesting this outfit.Â
âThatâs Miss. Amelia County over there, Alexis is her name. Taylor is Miss. Junior-â Your sister starts, whispering in your ear before you wave her away, already stopping in front of the two girls.Â
Politely, you introduce yourself and your sister, shaking hands with them. Taylor immediately lights up with recognition, giving you a toothy smile as her braces glint in the stadium lights. Alexis is equally as nice, more quiet and reserved compared to her younger counterpart.Â
It didn't take much waiting near the green utility gate before handlers approach the four of you with horses.Â
âIs this one mine? Oh thank you- gosh heâs handsome!â You gush to the man bringing a stunning bay with white markings on his face towards you. You shake his hand (if being a rodeo queen has taught you anything, itâs how to give a good handshake) and take the reins from him. He introduces himself as Bill, the man who you had emailed earlier this month when you were looking for a horse to ride this weekend.Â
âDo you have your phone? Give me your phone, itâs almost call time.â You hear your sister behind you say, already reaching for your back pocket as you spin around to face her.
âHere-â You take it out of your jeans and roll your eyes playfully, âDonât be bad while Iâm away.â You chide and kiss her cheek before slotting your foot in a stirrup and hoisting yourself up on the huge horse with minimal help from the handler.Â
âHis name is Merlot, my daughterâs horse.â Bill explains, rubbing the palm of his hand over the horseâs neck before a younger man comes up and hands you the American flag pole to hold.Â
âWell, be sure to tell your daughter thank you. Sheâs a very lucky girl.â You grin down at him before being called over to where the gate opens up to the arena, following Alexis and Taylor.Â
An older woman with a very professional demeanor greets the three of you before briefly explaining the game plan, arranging by flags with you last to enter. Merlot shifts beneath you, stepping back as Alexisâ horse flicks him in the nose with her tail as you wait for the opening music.Â
Soon enough, some random rock song plays and you are off, pressing your heels firmly into Merlotâs sides to urge him along with the other horses.
You grip the wooden pole and his reins tightly, plastering the biggest smile on your face as he enters an energetic gallop. Your body rocks with the power of his strides, the roar of the decently sized crowd making your body buzz with excitement as he takes you in a circle around the ring.
âAnd last but not least holding the American flag, Idahoâs very own Canyon County Rodeo Queen! First claiming her title in 2023 and again in 2024, this two time winner hails from Wilson, Wyoming. A skilled barrel racer and coming from a long line of pros, we are lucky to have her as a guest bull riding judge tonight!â The announcer roars through the crackling intercom system. Your palms prickle with the thrill of it all, coming to a stop and facing the audience with Alexis and Taylor on either side of you.Â
Carefully you transfer the reins to your other hand, waving to the crowd and blowing an air kiss to them as he finishes reading the bio your agent sent. You can feel Merlotâs back legs lock as you sit there half listening to the announcer, his warmth and heavy breath beneath you draws your full attention away from the national anthem. You watch as his ears twitch and you pat his neck reassuringly as Merlot pulls on the reins.Â
With the anthem done, you take him back through the gate, keeping a smooth trot till you find Bill and the young man with him. They help you dismount, your boots kicking up dust as you land, thanking them again and venturing back to the trailer where you have no doubt your sister is.Â
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You do have to admit, without your chaps on it is kinda cold out here. Only a few steps out of your trailer you turn on your heels and sprint back inside, your sister already calling after you. You return with a heavy brown bomber jacket on your shoulders, fixing your hair as the two of you make your way over to the judgeâs station.Â
Itâs more modest than you are used to, just a folding table with chairs pressed against the fence on the opposite side of the opening gate. A darker skinned man sits there with a pen in hand, ordering the scoresheets.Â
âYou must be David Acothley. Iâm-â You start, extending your hand towards him.
âMiss. Canyon County herself, pleasure to meet you.â He interrupts, taking your hand. His eyes are like warm chocolate, inviting you in as he gestured to the empty seat beside him. You turn back to your sister and bid her goodbye as you sit, taking your stack of the sheets.Â
âYou sure you know what you're doinâ?â He asks, handing you a pen.
Internally, you roll your eyes and cringe. Your previous positive thoughts about him disappearing into annoyance.Â
âYup.âÂ
And you refuse to make anything but curt small talk with him the rest of the night.Â
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âNow up is Wabangâs very own hometown hero, Rhett Abbott! Let's show some love to our local boy!â You hear over the speakers, the crowd quite possibly going crazier than when you were announced. You see a tall man enter the chute, his hair was longer, neutral brown in color. Number eleven was pinned to his back, the paper looking small compared to his wide shoulders.Â
With a sharp nod, the gate springs open and the massive beast bursts from its containment. Powerful muscles rippled under its dull black coat in an attempt to kick Rhett off. The arena is full of motion, the bullâs thick hooves tearing up the ground.Â
Heâs not keeping his heels up. You think to yourself, pen tapping on the paper. The eight seconds seem to last forever, nearing the end his rhythm is off, already slipping to the left side before his time is up.Â
His control is way off.
As soon as his body hits the ground you scribble on your sheet.Â
Fourteen for the bull, sixteen for Rhett.Â
When you glance over at Davidâs sheet, seeing that he scored the bull seventeen and Rhett twenty-one, your opinion might not be very popular then. The runner takes the two of your sheets before you can even comprehend and runs it to the announcerâs booth to display it on the board, a total of sixty-eight.Â
You can hear the crowdâs disappointment echoing through the arena and your eyes flick to the now standing cowboy. His face was turned to the screen, angled towards you. Rhett was quite handsome, you could tell even yards away from him. A strange feeling of warmth and a flutter in your chest took hold of you. So distracted you almost didnât catch the look of dismay in his face before exiting the arena.Â
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Music played over the speakers, the random podunk dive bar you were at was lively with people. Some of the barrel racers took pity and invited you to go drink with them. You jumped at the chance, eager to leave the trailer you had been in for the past two days.Â
You had never changed so fast, scrubbing off your stage makeup and reapplying a more natural, minimalist look as a few girls stood in your trailer out of the cold. Trading your dressy button up for a branded quarter zip you finally blended in with the rest of them.Â
You were already recognizing some of the men you judged, unable to recall their names as they slid up next to you to talk to the girls you were with. A few chatted with you, asking how the Canyon Night Rodeo scene was and if they should go next year. You were excited to talk with them, telling them all about qualifying and next yearâs dates.
Playing pool with your newfound friends nursing a beer which had long gone warm, you feel a firm tap on your shoulder. Setting down your drink on an empty nearby table, you turn, tipping your hat up to see better.
Above you stands a tall, broad man. You recognized him after a few blinks. Rhett Abbott, Wabangâs Hometown Hero.Â
âHey Rhett, finally sick of Cowfish?â Joked the woman standing across the table from you.
âYou know it, Sandy. This is a better bar anyways.â He responded, still looking at you with smooth blue eyes. His chin was scruffy, facial hair dark compared to his freckled skin.
âSure it wasn't cause they kicked ya out?â She ragged, pulling giggles out of the rest of the girls, but he ignored her.Â
Rhett was crossing his arms, swaying the tiniest bit. Curious, you cocked an eyebrow, wondering if he was drunk. It was like his shoulders were straining against his long sleeve carhartt, the blue sleeves hugging his biceps.Â
âHi Rhett, Iâm-â You start, trying to make this whole situation less awkward, you could feel your friends staring holes in your back.
âI know who you are.â There was no malice, or really anything in his tone, just calm and steady as if he wasn't tapping his fingers almost nervously against his biceps.
When you got back to the trailer, you were going to pull your hair out. Interrupted again, it was like no one really cared who you were beyond the frills and white sash, even when you were wearing street clothes. You swore your eye twitch as you tried to muster up a smile that probably looked like a grimace.Â
âWhatâs with my score?â He asked, just as if he was wondering why the sky was blue.
âYour score? What do you mean?â You laugh, glancing back at the rest of the girls before going back to Rhett. You had scored so many men that you barely even recall who topped the chart and was going out tomorrow night.Â
âYou gave me,â He huffed out a laugh and shook his head, âa fourteen and a sixteen. David told me.âÂ
This time, you did roll your eyes. Why did this David guy have so much beef with you? You didn't even know each other. Thatâs probably why no guy had stayed longer than to pick your brain on how to get ahead in the sport. Who knows how many guys he told about their less than desirable scores.Â
âListen Rhett.â You stated, stepping closer to him and straightening your shoulders, not eye level to him but tall enough so it didn't feel like he was intimidating you. You were close enough to smell him, salty and earthy with a hint of smoke, like he had a cigarette earlier.Â
âI don't know what David told you, but I only give scores that people deserve. I have no prejudice against you or any other bullrider here. Iâm just doing my job.â
âDo you have the qualifications to judge?â
Now that stung. It stung worse than when your childhood horse Oswin kicked you off and you believed for weeks that you broke your ass. Faintly, you could hear the barrel racers talking behind the two of you, the sound of them playing pool long gone. The kind part of you tried to reassure yourself that he was just some poor drunk, to just ignore him.Â
âDo you know who I am? And don't say âRodeo Queenâ cause that's not my name, buddy.â You snarked, planting your hands firmly on your hips. You await his answer, raising your eyebrows in question as he opens his mouth and shuts it with a click, looking down at his boots.Â
âRight. So next time you wanna talk to me about scores, how âbout you address me by name and we can be civil.â You turn back to the pool table and grab your beer, taking a long swig and cringing at the warmness of it.Â
âJust cause you're some legendâs daughter doesn't give you the right to judge hard, sweetheart.â
Sweetheart?Â
Spinning right back around, your skin burns with animosity. You step up to him again, toe to toe. Even as he stumbles back you step forward again so you are basically nose to nose. Strange electricity crackles between the two of you as you press the lip of your bottle into his chest.
âOkay then, how âbout this. Your control is way off, and by the way you hold yourself,â You look him up and down, taking in his stance, and fuck, why does this dickhead have to be hot, âI suspect it has something to do with your core. Thatâs what's causing you to start slipping off the bull early and why your feet can't stay up.â You practically hiss, refusing to back down without a fight. You didnât come this far to bow down to a shitty bull rider with an ego.Â
Then something happens, and you swear you might be hallucinating. In Rhettâs clearly drunken state, you could've sworn the side of his lip twitched up in a smirk. It only lasts a second and you chalk it up to the dim bar light. It still makes an odd ache between your legs, realizing you two had been sharing breath and his eyes were fixed on your lips.Â
Not wanting to waste a good night on an ignorant man, you step away and call over your shoulder, âAnd if I remember correctly, you still made qualifiers. So I'll see you tomorrow, Rhett.â
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And you did see Rhett that next night, it was almost like he made sure of it too.Â
He just so happened to be right near the entrance gate when you were mounting Merlot for the opening ceremony, chatting with who you assumed to be his friend.Â
Rhett tipped his hat forward in a greeting, pulling a glare out of you. And now you have to listen to your sister gush about âthat mysterious manâ and how pretty he was right up until you galloped away into the ring.Â
Pretty fucking annoying. You think to yourself, and stew for the rest of the evening.Â
You don't dare say a word to David when you join him to judge, now hyper aware of every time he looks over at your paper. Not that you cared at this point, tomorrow you would be driving back to Idaho never to think about Wabang and its residents ever again.Â
Taking a deep breath as you hear Rhettâs name get called, you bite the inside of your cheek as he slides into the chute. The bull thrashes once, the sharp bang echoing through the arena, not even giving Rhett enough time to tie himself on.Â
Out of the gate he looks better, maybe he actually listened to all the things you told him last night. Heâs stiffer though, which does help him keep his feet by the bullâs shoulders but it interferes with his rhythm. He was too focused on staying upright, causing him to not be able to move with the bull.Â
The bell sounds and he falls, feet slipping on the dirt as he tries to get away.Â
He was significantly better than last time, but far from perfect.Â
Sixteen for the bull, eighteen for Rhett.
Curious, you look over at Davidâs sheet. A twenty-one and twenty-two, which makes a total of seventy-seven. You don't even bother watching him find out what his score is, you just arrange your papers and get ready for the next guy.Â
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You're fiddling with the generator outside your trailer when you hear your name called out behind you. Getting up, you brush the dust off your jeans before turning around and locking eyes with the last person you want to see.Â
âSo you finally figured out my name, huh?â You ask and kneel back down to the generator, praying he leaves. You hear his boots move closer to you, stopping inches away from your crouched form. There was hardly anyone still here, most of them out celebrating or sleeping in their trailers.Â
âListen, I wanted to apologize for the way I acted last night. My momma raised me better than that.â Rhett admitted softly, âA couple of us are headed to the bar in a little and I was wonderinâ if you'd join us?â
âThanks, but I doubt Iâm welcome. I reckon David has told everyone how badly I fucked them by now.â You huff, and Rhettâs silence is all you need to hear.Â
 Standing up and turning around, you stumble back with how close Rhett is, narrowly bumping right into his chest. You cross your arms and notice that heâs just in his button up, striped and blue, he looks infuriatingly good.Â
âHave you also come to question me about your score?â You ask, it's cold enough that your breath creates steam in the nighttime air.Â
âWhat? No I- I came here to apologize.â He furrows his brows, shoving his hands in his pockets. His admission to defeat makes you huff in annoyance.Â
âReally? You're not the tiniest bit curious why I scored you the way I did?â You pressed.Â
âOkay well maybe I am. But that was an afterthought to the apolo-â Rhett starts, taking off his cowboy hat and running his fingers through his hair. Hair that you wanted to touch, hair that you desired to feel the texture of.Â
âYou were too stiff this time. Yes, your legs were up which earned you some points but it's not all about that.â You interrupt, gesturing to the arena, âNow, because of your vest I couldn't tell if it was mostly in your stomach or back, but-âÂ
âOh so you're the expert now?â Rhett grumbled, looking to the sky.Â
âYes, actually, I kinda am. You have to be more than a pretty face to win a Rodeo Queen title.â That same funny feeling leaped into your throat as you argued with him. And although you were outside, it felt as if the atmosphere was shrinking even though you had all the room in the world to back away.Â
âIâd like to see you ride a bull then.âÂ
âOh trust me, I can ride a bull.â You quipped, turning away and walking towards the stairs to your trailer. But before you could climb the first step, a strong hand grabbed you by the elbow and pulled you back. You make a soft umph sound as you hit his chest, and the next thing you know his warm lips crash against yours.Â
It was a sharp contrast to the cold outside, the heat increasing as you kissed him back, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and pulling him in. Rhett walks you backwards so your body connects with the side of the trailer, the freezing metal zipping through your decorative button up. The sudden temperature change draws a whine from your chest, only halfway emerged before Rhett swallows it up, his hands pulling your waist in close.Â
You pull away for just a moment, Rhett now kissing your jaw and nearing your neck, âInside-â Is all you manage to get out before heâs biting at your neck, his cowboy hat knocked off his head and now resting on the ground.Â
Pushing him away, you bite your lip. Although your red lipstick said it was smudge proof, it somehow ended up leaving a light sheen of pink smeared over his mouth. He follows you inside, tossing his cowboy hat on the couch as you lock the door.Â
âWait, isn't your sister staying here too?â He asks in a hushed voice, as if she could jump out at any moment.
âYeah, but sheâs out.â Is all you can say before crossing the short distance between you two and kissing him again. It doesn't take long to get you both out of clothes, your pearl snaps coming undone easily to reveal your lace balconette bra, your jeans already unzipped by Rhettâs wandering hands by the time you pushed open his own shirt.
You were mesmerized by his bareness, Rhettâs torso perfectly displaying softness and pure muscle. Your stomach flips as you look down to the bulge in his blue jeans. Catching his hands trying to pull your own jeans over the swell of your ass, you take him to the small bedroom, if you could call it that.Â
You push him to sit on the bed, sheets still messed up from this morning. Stepping back, you push your jeans down, kicking them and your boots behind you. Rhett impulsively reaches out, hooking a finger into your thong before you smack his hand away.Â
âNo touching.â You chide, watching him nod like a big, dumb puppy. His obedience causes the inside of your thighs to tingle, his eyes almost looking sorrowful as you reach behind yourself and unhook your bra, tossing it to join your jeans.Â
In just socks and panties, you step between his jean-clad thighs, running your fingers through his hair and kissing him. He tentatively touches his fingertips to your sides, so light you could barely feel them. They inched their way up your body before stopping before your breasts, pausing for a moment then swiping his thumbs boldly over the underside of them.Â
Catching his wrists, you push his hands down and away from you, halting your kisses.Â
âWhat did I say about no touching, Rhett?â You firmly scold, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks grow impossibly redder, the flush continuing down to his chest.Â
âTake off your pants.â You command and let him go, watching as he jumps up and kicks off his boots, nearly tearing off his pants and boxers. His cock slapped against his lower stomach, the thick head a deep purple with the lack of attention. You start to wonder how far you can take this, break down this cowboy you hardly know.
âGet to your knees.â You say simply, watching as Rhett pauses only for a moment before dropping with a soft thud to the linoleum. His nose is basically touching the fabric of your thong, his warm breath fanning over you. Dropping your panties you tangle a fist in his hair and spread your legs a bit, pushing his face closer.Â
It doesn't take much convincing before his hands are on your thighs, urging them further apart. His tongue parts you with ease, a moan already rattling in your lungs. He laps at you like a man starved, stubble chafing your inner thighs as his brow furrows in concentration.Â
With his eyes closed you can see a few small freckles marking his eyelids, though you only notice it for a second until he sucks your clit in his mouth, your vision going blurry. It doesn't take long till you are pulling him away by his hair, a string of drool connecting his mouth to you as he parts. You don't even notice how bad your legs are shaking till he loosens his grasp on them.Â
Your hand cups his jaw, thumb running over his swollen pink lips before you nod to the bed, unable to speak. He clambers up to the bed, his knees popping as he stands. Crawling over his naked body, you straddle his narrow hips and pin his hands above his head, kissing down his neck. You suck a sneaky bruise under his collarbone, feeling him wiggle under you.Â
Looking up, you try to find something to restrain him with. The only thing nearby is your sweater resting on a pillow, and surely that won't do. Then you remember a certain something hanging from the wall behind you.Â
Getting up and snatching it from a nail in the wall, you return to your earlier position with your silky white sash in hand. Rhett looks up at his hands as you tie them together with the fabric. And you know your sister will be screaming about it later but you really can't find the mindset to even care right now.Â
Gently, you trail your manicured fingernails down his wrists and then his biceps, all the way down to his chest and torso till you wrap a hand around his thick cock, smearing the head through your dripping folds. You can feel his breathing quicken as you lean down to whisper in his ear.
âI'll show you how to ride a bull.â
And his gasp when you sink down will forever be one of the sweetest noises you will ever hear. His fists clench as you lower yourself slowly, your nails biting into his ribs. You pant till you're lightheaded, the stretch almost too much. Fully seated, you let your head fall back and a long whine escaped your throat. No matter how many times you blink, itâs still blurry, the ceiling nothing but a flat plane of color.Â
âGod- youâresofuckinâbeautiful-â Rhett praises you in one breath, his muscles getting twitchier the longer you wait to move. You grind down on him, his pubic hair just the right amount of friction to rub your swollen clit on.Â
Lolling your head back up, you bite your lip, raising yourself up a few centimeters before dropping back down, testing the waters. The sting is glorious and you can hardly keep your eyes open. Rhett struggles against the sash, clenching and unclenching his fists as you tentatively ride him. The cursive letters are all wonky, pulled tight against his wrists. You could bet money the tip of his dick was pressing hard against your cervix as you struggled to take him whole.Â
You can already feel sweat gathering in the pits of your knees, a sheen covering Rhettâs flushed chest as he panted and groaned, begging for more. The drag of his cock filled you to the brim, making you unable to take a breath when you were fully seated. You move your hands to his chest, thumbs brushing over his pink nipples before leaning down and sucking one into your mouth, pinching the other.Â
âPlease darlinâ I- ohhâŠâ Rhett whimpered, skin stretched thin over his chest and showing his ribs and he squirmed under your touch. His pleading tone made your pussy clench, a swell of ecstasy shooting you right in the chest. Â
You take pity on him, sitting up and quickening your pace as you steady yourself on his chest. The bed rattles under your motion, the mattress squeaking with effort. You can feel his hips canting upwards in an attempt to meet yours.Â
Slowing, you lean back and plant your hands firmly on his thighs behind you. The new change in position already has you keening, the head of his dick pressing into something that causes stars to burst behind your eyelids. A spot that you could never quite reach with your fingers when you were masturbating, a spot that has you choked up and gasping as you ride him.Â
Riding him recklessly, you feel a familiar pressure build in your lower half. You steady yourself on one hand, the other massaging your clit to bring you closer and closer. The two of you have locked eyes, half-lidded yes, but all you need to communicate as words die on your tongue. Your cheeks are burning, hair sticking to your forehead while beads of sweat run down your spine.Â
âRh-Rhett⊠Iâm gonna- Iâm gonna-â You start, lips tingling as you fail to finish your thought. He was already nodding, a fist grasping at the pillow above him and you genuinely thought he was going to shred it.Â
The balloon inside you pops violently, so much so it has you bordering on dizzy and sick. A wet gush dampens your inner thighs and all of Rhettâs lower stomach, the frantic slapping of his hips on your ass turns increasingly wetter. It takes everything in you to hold yourself upright, gasping for air as your vision tunes in and out.Â
Catching yourself on his chest as you fall forward, he lifts his thighs and pounds into you like a jackhammer. Faintly you can hear him crying out your name like a prayer, as if it would be the only thing that could save him. His motions grow sloppy till he stops, the feeling of his hot cum pumping into you like a mini orgasm and zapping you back to life.Â
Your throat was sore from crying out, nose burning from hyperventilation. Placing soft kisses on Rhettâs warm neck, you blindly reach up and somehow untie him. His wrists are red and bordering on raw from struggling. The fabric is wrecked and stretched thin, the letters no longer spelling out your status.Â
It gets thrown off the bed in exchange for kisses from Rhett. With his hands finally free he cups your breasts and gently tweaks your nipples, smiling against your mouth when you whimper.Â
âDon't leave for the bar.â You murmur against his plush lips, his cock still inside your cum-filled pussy.
âWouldn't dream of it.â He mumbles in return, rough hands smoothing down your bare back and making you shiver.Â
Maybe you will return to Wabang after all.Â
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show me where it hurts and iâll lick it better



rhett abbot x fem!reader
summery: rhett comes over after getting into a fight with his brother, you help to clean him up and make it all better.
word count: 3.2k
warnings: established relationship, mentions of blood/cuts/minor wounds, tending to wounds, smut, unprotected p in v, maybe ooc idk
notes: um⊠idk what this is i wrote it in literally 4 days. iâm just really down bad for rhett abbott right now & iâve been listening to ethel cain basically nonstop. this takes place after the fight between rhett & perry in 1x6 (i think) also not betaâd, enjoy :)
You hear a faint knock on the door as you're washing the dishes, glancing at the clock on your kitchen wall as you reach to turn the faucet off. 9:12pm. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if youâre just hearing things. Then you hear it again, this time a little louder, and you quickly dry your hands off on the towel hanging next to the dish rack. You walk towards the front door, straightening yourself up as you twist the door handle, slowly pulling it open. Thereâs only one person that it could be.Â
When you open the door heâs looking towards the ground, his large frame slumped over as he uses one hand to lean against the door frame, the other the other toying with the zipper of his jacket, baseball cap hiding his face from you. After a moment he finally looks up, his dark blue eyes meeting yours with a sheepish look. Your heart drops, his cap casting a shadow across half his face, but not enough to hide the damage thatâs been done.
âRhettâŠâ you breathe out as you look over his features. Your eyes widen as you look over the remnants of dried blood from his nose, smeared halfway across his cheek and down his chin, along with the puffy red mark on his cheekbone that will surely turn into a bruise by tomorrow. âWhat happened?âÂ
You grab his free hand, pulling him inside and he winces, sucking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. Your eyes quickly shift to where your hand is holding his, noticing the dried blood that covers his swollen knuckles.Â
âSorry.â You pull your hand away, closing the door behind you as he steps into your apartment.Â
ââS okay.â He quickly grabs your hand again, slightly tugging you closer. âPerry and IâŠ.â He sighs, shaking his head.Â
Thereâs been tension between the two brothers recently, whenever you ask Rhett about it he just brushes it off saying itâs nothing, but you know better. You can only imagine what went down between the two as you look him over, noticing now in the dim light of your apartment that his shirt is also stained with blood.
You donât ask him to explain any further, giving him a knowing look as he squeezes your hand lightly.
âCâmon.â You say softly, walking towards your kitchen as you pull him along behind you, fingers loosely intertwined with his.Â
You walk towards the sink in silence, dropping his hand so you can open a drawer full of clean hand towels. As you pull one out, you look back over your shoulder at Rhett. He adjusts his hat, looking at you shyly as you reach to turn the water on and focus back on your task. While the water warms up, you run your hand beneath it making sure itâs at a comfortable temperature before getting the towel wet.Â
The sound of running water fills the quiet room, until you hear Rhettâs boots shuffle against the tile floor. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he stands closely behind you, and your breath catches in your throat. One of his large hands finds your hip pulling you into him, the other lightly rests on your shoulder as he leans down and nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck. He takes a deep breath, squeezing your hip as warmth begins to blossom in your core. When he breathes out, his warm breath tickles you causing goosebumps to form on your skin. Your eyes shut for a moment while you take in a shaky breath before turning around in his arms.
You look up at him, his eyes dark and hooded as he rests his hands on the counter on either side of you. His eyes dart over your face and you watch as his shoulders rise and fall with each breath. Thereâs a warm feeling that shoots through your chest as you look back at him, towering over you as you lean back against the counter.Â
âLet me clean you up.â You whisper between the two of you.Â
âMâkay.â He replies, voice raspy and low as he tilts his head slightly to the side.Â
You stand up straight, causing him to lean back and move his arm to let you go. He lets out a low grunt as you slide past him and walk towards your living room. When you reach the couch you stop, standing beside the coffee table as you motion for him to sit down. Rhett pauses to take his jacket off, groaning in pain a bit, then glances at you before going to take a seat, letting out a sigh as he settles into the couch. One of his arms is slung over the back of the couch, the other resting on his thigh as he watches you.Â
Once you take a seat beside him on the edge of the couch, tucking one leg under yourself, you begin to assess the damage thatâs been done. He reaches a hand up to remove his hat so you can get a better look at his face, tossing it beside him and pushing his hair back before resting his hand back on his lap.Â
His hand trembles slightly and you reach for it, bringing it closer to your face so you can look at the raw skin on his knuckles before placing the warm washcloth over them. He takes in a sharp breath as you continue lightly pressing the towel over his sore hand. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes are heavy as he watches you, relaxing back into the couch.Â
As you lift the wash cloth off, your eyes focus back on his hand, looking at it again now that itâs cleaned up a bit. Thereâs two raw spots on his middle and ring finger knuckles, but most of the blood is gone now. You dab over it one more time with the washcloth, then turn his hand side to side to look at the swelling. Itâs bad, thereâs no denying that, and heâll definitely have to ice it for a few days if he wants to even think about participating in his tournament next week.Â
You rub your thumb gently over his knuckles, bringing his hand up to your mouth so that you can plant a kiss over the warm, tender skin. Thereâs a slight taste of iron and salt as you plant another kiss, glancing up at him as he adjusts himself, clenching his jaw as he sits up straighter against the back of the couch. He lets out a low groan as you place his hand back on his lap, letting your fingers lightly brush over the fabric of his dark jeans before pulling away.Â
âNeed to get a closer look at your face.â You say softly.Â
âMmm, yeah.â He mumbles, agreeing with you.Â
You swing your leg over so that youâre now situated on his lap, straddling him so you can take a good look. He tilts his head back, looking up at you with a small smirk on his face as you scoot closer. Your free hand brushes his hair back, stopping at the base of his neck to bury your finger in his soft curls and tug lightly. As his eyes flutter shut, he swallows, adam's apple bobbing up and down. You canât help but let your eyes trail over his neck, fully on display with his head tilted back like this.Â
The washcloth in your other hand is still warm as you lift the clean side to his face and gently begin wiping the dried blood from under his nose and mouth. He crinkles his nose and moves his mouth from side to side as you clean him up, one hand still buried in his hair to keep his head still. His hands move to your waist, sliding up under the hem of your shirt. The feeling of his large calloused hands on your soft skin creates another jolt of warmth straight to your core.Â
You finish cleaning the blood from his face, leaning back to set the washcloth on the coffee table behind you. âThat's better.â
He opens his eyes and your hands run over his broad shoulders while you begin to rearrange yourself on his lap, pressing your hips down into his, lightly grinding against him. He huffs, running his hands up your bare back and pulling you closer. When he leans in closer, going straight towards your neck, you grab his face and gently pull his head back. Rhett stares up at you confused, mouth slightly open as he tilts his head back.Â
âSweetheartâŠ.â He breaths out, almost a whine, a plea.Â
He looks especially pretty in the warm, dim light of your living room, looking up at you with his dark blue eyes. You bite your lip lightly as you hold back a giggle, caressing his stubbled jaw with the backs of your fingers as he waits for you to say something.Â
âStill need to look at this mark near your eye, baby.â You say as you trace your fingertips over the red mark on his cheekbone.Â
Rhett shifts in his seat, bucking his hips upwards. You can feel his growing member right beneath your core, straining against his jeans. As you try your best not to smile, you continue checking out his cheek. Itâs definitely going to turn into a bruise, but thereâs no cut accompanying the swollen bump. His eyes watch yours as you continue to look over his face, rubbing your thumb over the spot and humming.
âJust needs to be iced, probably should ice your hand too.â Youâre still focused on his face when his hands travel up your arms, one finding its way to the back of your neck while the other kneads your shoulder.Â
Your eyes quickly shift to meet his as he pulls you down towards him, tilting his head further back to meet your lips. A soft hum leaves your lips, eyes falling shut as his soft lips press against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close as you can to him. Thereâs still a slight taste of iron on his lips as you dart your tongue out, deepening the kiss.Â
He pulls away for a moment, chest heaving. âIâll ice it later.â His forehead rests against yours before diving back into the kiss.Â
Your hands grasp at his shirt, pulling him back into you as you lift your hips up to try and adjust your position. When your hips meet his again, grinding down into him, you can feel that heâs completely hard now. He lets out a deep moan against your mouth, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.Â
Rhett breaks the kiss again and you try to catch your breath as your hands fumble to find the hem of his shirt, running your hands over his skin as you lift it up to reveal his torso. He grabs the back of his shirt, helping you to pull it up over his head before throwing it somewhere on the floor. You can tell heâs in pain from whatever went down with his brother, but itâs not enough to make him stop.Â
He rests his hands on your thighs as you pull your shirt over your head, throwing it beside his, and he immediately leans in to kiss along the delicate exposed skin of your chest and neck. You let your eyes fall shut, tilting your head back as he continues pressing his warm lips up and down your neck, tongue darting out on every other kiss. Rhett moves his rough hands up your thighs, over your waist, and wraps them around your back.Â
When he finally pulls away from your neck, you focus back on him as he begins pawing at the clasp of your bra, fidgeting with it for a short while until it finally comes undone. He looks up at you, looking into your eyes as he slowly pulls the straps down your arms. The feeling of his fingertips trailing down your skin causes you to shiver, mouth parting slightly as cool air hits your bare breasts. Your bra gets discarded somewhere on the floor along with your shirts and Rhett has his hands on you again before you can even think, cupping your breasts with his large hands. You hold onto his bare shoulders, his eyes glued to you as he gently squeezes the soft skin, thumbs grazing over your sensitive nipples.Â
You sigh, bucking your hips forward as your eyes flutter shut, pleasure coursing through your body. When he suddenly removes his warm hands, you groan and open your eyes, brows furrowed as you prepare to question him, but he quickly grabs your waist.Â
âLift up.â He motions for you to lift your hips off of him, reaching towards his belt buckle.Â
Once you finally process what heâs doing, you follow his lead and stand up between his legs to quickly remove your jeans along with your underwear, leaving them behind on the floor. Rhett quickly unfastens the button on his jeans, lifting his hips to pull them below his waist as you climb back onto him. As you straddle his waist once again, your hands roam over the skin above his boxers, toying with the waistband. Rhettâs hands are on your waist again, hands sliding over your skin to rest on your ass before squeezing the soft flesh.Â
âLook at you, my sweet thing.â His voice is deep and full of lust, fueling your need for him.Â
Your hand slips into his boxers, reaching to wrap your hand around him while you pull the fabric the rest of the way down with your other hand. He hisses as you grip the base of his cock, giving it a small squeeze. The sight of him makes you let out a whine, his eyes close as his breathing picks up and you begin to slowly pump your fist. You watch his face, brows slightly knit together as he bites down on his lower lip.Â
You swipe your thumb over his leaking tip, spreading the precum around before letting go. Rhett opens his eyes as his dick springs back, letting out a deep groan as he looks up at you, eyes darkening. He squeezes your ass again, pushing you forward slightly so that your swollen clit bumps against the base of him. Your hips jut forward and you let out a gasp from the contact, planting one hand on the back of the couch to brace yourself while the other is buried in his hair.Â
âNeed you now sweetheart.â His hands roam over your back, pulling you down into a desperate kiss.Â
You hum in agreement, hips rocking back and forth on his cock, covering it in your slick as he shudders. Rhett pulls away, a hand caressing the back of your neck as the other fists himself to line up with your hole. Once you lift your hips, he frantically guides himself to your aching core before his tip catches on your entrance.Â
A loud moan escapes you, mouth falling open in pleasure as he grabs your hips, holding you there for a moment. Rhettâs eyes are glued to where your bodies meet, slowly guiding you as he watches himself enter you. He lets out a low moan as his cock is nearly fully sheathed inside you.
Thereâs a slight sting as he stretches you, bottoming out and giving you a moment to adjust. You lean in, kissing him tenderly while you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth, your clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. Rhett takes a deep breath through his nose, lips still locked on yours as he thrusts his hips up ever so slightly.Â
When he pulls away, youâre both breathless. âSo tight sweetheart, feels so good.â He huffs.Â
You begin to pick up the pace, lifting your hips up and grinding back down. Heâs trying to contain himself, making sure that youâre warmed up enough, but his patience is growing thin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you again before he begins thrusting up into you at a quicker pace.Â
You cry out, surprised by the sudden change in pace, burying your face into his neck. Rhett lets out a low huff with every thrust up into you, and you let out soft moans into the base of his neck as your climax grows closer. You fist your hand in his hair and he groans, a hand grabbing your cheek to pull your head away from his neck.Â
âLook at me baby.â His lips slightly parted, skin shining with a light layer of sweat.Â
He keeps his hand on your cheek as you stare back at him, placing your own hand over his. When you feel the rough skin of his knuckles, you remember why he came here in the first place. You quickly glance down where your bodies meet, moving your hips to meet his thrusts now. Rhett lets out a moan as he slams his hips up into yours, hitting a deeper angle now. You pull his hand away from your face and kiss his palm, then his wrist before closing his hand into a fist so you can look over the way his knuckles are already scabbing up. He watches you intently, and you kiss over the sore skin again, tongue flicks out over his warm skin.Â
âFuck, baby.â Rhett grunts, pulling his hand from yours to snake around your back.Â
He quickly guides you to change positions, laying you on your back so his large frame is now towering over you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he finds his pace again, slamming his hips into yours as your back arches off the couch. With every thrust youâre seeing stars, the sounds of him grunting and huffing along with the view of him towering over you, hair messy and the warm lighting highlighting his features, youâre suddenly sent over the edge.Â
Your orgasm ripples through your body, head pressing back into the couch cushion as you moan loudly, mouth falling open as your eyes squeeze shut. Rhett thrusts into you a few more times as your walls clench around him, soaking his cock as his pace begins to falter. He quickly pulls out, groaning as he releases himself on your stomach and lets his head fall onto your shoulder.Â
He squeezes beside you up against the back of the couch as he catches his breath, body falling limp as he relaxes. While he lays there with his head on your shoulder, one arm slung over your chest, you run your hand through his damp hair, the other rubbing up and down his back. You watch him, eyes closed and a content look on his face as you two lay there for another moment, forgetting about earlier and forgetting about whatâs to come.
âIâll grab something to clean you up.â He mumbles against you before lifting himself up on his elbow.Â
You both glance down at the mess he made, laughing softly before he leans in to kiss you, hand caressing the side of your face before he moves to get up.Â
âOkay, but we really need to ice your hand after.â You give him a concerning look as you prop yourself up on your elbows.Â
Rhett turns towards you, buttoning his jeans as he leans down to kiss your forehead. âOkay sweetheart.â
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Good at Makin' Bad Decisions | Rhett Abbott
Summary: Even a year after you've broken up, after a night of drinking you still end up in Rhett Abbott's bed.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: f! reader, smut, 18+ ONLY as always, fingering, swearing, alcohol, healthy dash of praise k!nk as usual
A Note From Mo: I blame reading an old fic I desperately wanted to re-write and having covid, strep, and my period all at the same time for whatever the fuck this is. Anyway, happy 6 months since the last time I wrote Rhett! xoxo
Thereâs something about waking up in a bed that isnât yours that causes an anxiety like none other. Especially when the night before is a hazy blur. And you arenât wearing any pants.
Wait, where are your pants?
Creamy morning light bleeds through the thin plaid curtains in the room. From your spot half-buried under the comforter, you notice the vaguely familiar rodeo posters tacked up on the wall and dust-covered flannels on the floor. The slight tinge of boy sweat engulfs the room. Definitely not a Tillerson room, but who the fuck did you go home with?
A quick body scan results in these observations:
Your jeans were long gone, but cheekies and tshirt still remained.
Your head was splitting open from the axe of a bad hangover.
Based on the groan that did not come from your body, there was definitely another person in the bed. And they were awake.
You flip over in bed, panicked. Praying to God that beside you is some random Wabang townie. But you would know those dark, grown out curls anywhere. He may be turned toward the wall, but you know him better than you know yourself.
âRhett?â
A tentative hand leaves the warm cocoon of blankets to roughly shove your exâs shoulder. He grunts with consciousness and a veiny hand rises up to rub at his eyes. Takes a moment to rake through those unruly curls. Flipping over onto his back, bright ultramarine eyes quirk up at you.Â
âGood morninâ to yâtoo, sunshine.â
Itâs hard to remember everything you want to say when heâs looking entirely too delectable for the morning hours. Something youâd sweetly told him during your relationship, but after your swift uncoupling itâs downright rude of him.
âWhy am I in your bed?â His eyes roll slightly as he lifts up onto his right arm, rolling the thick, labor-built muscles of his neck and back. Itâs mesmerizing, watching him work out the kinks that come with his profession. Your eyes unable to leave where his hand massages over that bronc tattoo youâre still weak over. âWe didnât sleep together, did we?â
Heâs sexy as hell, but youâve been doing a really good job avoiding him the past year.
âDâya not remember any of last night?â Your head shakes, cheeks heating. âNot even a little? Oh fuck, really? You had quite tânight, darlinâ.â
The color completely drains from your face. In your hey day, the two of you could drink the bar under the table, stumbling out of the Handsome Gambler with the sloppiest grins and even sloppier kisses. Drunken shenanigans were the norm.Â
But since your breakup last year, nights out had been quiet. A beer or two, a tequila shot when the time called. Your friends donât have the tolerance of a bull rider. And neither do you anymore, since you canât remember much past that third shot of Don Julio.
How had you landed in bed with Rhett Abbott?Â
As you watch him roll out his other shoulder, itâs like no time has passed since that night. Sitting in his truck, the front porch light on as your roommates wait for you to come in. Deciding that if heâs gonna be traveling the mountain states to make a name for himself, itâs not fair for you to be sitting at home worrying what bone would break. You canât take off weeks to follow him around. Youâre too young to sit around pining. He canât handle all that time away from you. It just makes sense to call it quits. And yet tears poured down both your cheeks when you shut that truck door for the last time, Rhett Abbott no longer your business.
Why are you here?
Blinking back the ghost of tears, you clear your throat. âWhat kind of night exactly?â
In the past, a night of too much tequila in Rhettâs bed would have had Royal knocking on the door at an ungodly hour and Cecelia giving you an exasperated yet playful look when you snuck out the back door in the morning.Â
âDo ya really want tâknow what happened?â Heâs leaning against the headboard, broad chest in view, sheets low on his hips. You say one last prayer that heâs wearing sweats so that you can still believe that you didnât have a blackout fuck with your ex.
âIâm scared to ask,â you admit, the gentle smirk on his face confirming that this story is not going to paint you in a flattering light.Â
Rhettâs head tilts down as he laughs, teeth flashing as the hearty grumble fills the room. Looks back up at you with that boyish mischievous grin youâve loved for years. Thereâs a pillow indent still marring his cheek. Your heart lurches for him, for when you could call him yours.
His lip quirks. âYa threw a rock at mâwindow in the middle oâthe night. Begged me to let ya in. Told ya to go home, but ya threatened tâwake up my folks.â
Your cheeks flame with shame. Drunk you was not in your corner.
âSnuck ya in the back door, like olâ times. Said yer friends had dropped ya off, so let ya stay until ya sobered up.â The burning embarrassment lifts a little, imagining you quietly climbing in bed and sleeping. But that unruly mischievous smile is back. âThen ya started tellinâ me how much you miss my cock and asked tâgo for a ride.â
A hole opening in the earth and swallowing you couldnât make you escape this embarrassment.
âPlease tell me I didnât-â
âOh, but yâdid, darlinâ. It wouldnât be a drunk night out with ya without asking for mâfingers. Practically gagging for it as I got ya upstairs.â Heâs radiating pride. You risk a glance at those thick, calloused fingers. Yep, you can see yourself begging for even just one of them.
âThen ya started strippinâ off yer pantsâŠforgot how cute yer booty looks shakinâ like that.â He lets out a joyful grunt, the happiest sound a cowboy ever did make. âHad to hold yer hands to yer side to keep it from beinâ a free strip show.âÂ
You swallow down every ounce of your dignity, the scene playing behind your eyes. Those strong hands wrapped around your biceps. Your cheeky comments, grinding your ass on any part of him you could. The lack of inhibitions on your part was concerning, but when had you ever been able to restrain yourself when it came to Rhett?
His giggles fade as you both sit against the rough wooden headboard, the one that is nearly as old as this creaky house. In the silence of the room you can now hear the busy sounds of his folks making breakfast. Figures they still have that louder than sin coffee machine. You could really use a cup.
He shifts beside you, the energy in the room softer. âYa know, after yâfell asleep, I kept on thinkinâ about all the times ya stayed over here. Nights in the pasture. We were sâgoodâŠâ He trails off, the silence filled with reminders of rushed kisses between rides, lazy afternoons on horseback, and too many days spent in the barn pretending to do chores while the two of you fell in love.Â
It was you. You couldnât handle the broken bones. The purpled bruises week after week. He loved it, and you couldnât take that from him. So you had left a part of yourself with him and spent the past year pretending like you werenât missing a limb. It was him. He didnât want to be always missing home. Canceling rides purely so he could drive hours back here. He cut his losses before he was in too deep, spending the last year acting like a chunk of his heart wasnât permanently cemented in you.
When you two crossed paths in town you exchanged sad glances and half-hearted smiles. Nights at the Handsome Gambler a drink was raised in greeting. It was as painful and as amicable as a breakup could be. But this was the closest the two of you had been since that night in his truck. The most youâd spoken other than forced helloâs. The most youâd touched since that last kiss goodbye.
Looking into those impossibly deep oceans he calls eyes, there was an emotion that you couldnât read. His smile gone, thin lips bitten as he worried them between his teeth. Mirth replaced with angst.
You need to get out of here.
âMâsorry for interrupting your night. You know my libido has her own brain when I drink. Give me ten and Iâll be out of your hair - think Ce will notice me going out the back door?â
Youâre barely off the bed when an arm, all hard muscle and thick veins, wraps around your bicep and brings you to a warm chest. âI-IâŠjust for a minute, âkay?â
Itâs the best youâve felt in so long. Safe, warm. Heâd shaped perfectly to accommodate you. Itâs only natural to scoot closer into him, blurring the lines of ended relationships to seek his comfort.
Rhettâs heartbeat is solid beneath your cheek, speed picking up when you curl into him and run your hand along his side. The rumble of his chest vibrates as he clears his throat. âYa donât have tâ leave. I like havinâ ya here, missed holdingâ ya, yer so soft.â
You hum in agreement and then thereâs a beat, and you can almost see the bashful grin splitting his face. âAnd yer sâsexy in those panties.â
At least you werenât the only one enjoying the view.
One of those perfectly large, comforting hands slides down your side, hitching your hip up so you can straddle his thigh. That thick expanse of pure muscle was exactly where you belonged.
You were already here, already embarrassed yourself. Might as well go the whole way.
âRhett?â His eyes latch onto yours, eager to hear from you. âI donât have to go. If you want to, uh, catch up?â If his hungry smirk wasnât an indicator, the twitch in his boxers below speaks volumes.
Aware thereâs an old house with no sound proofing and an entire family downstairs eating bacon, he rolls you over onto your back, rippling biceps boxing you in. That confident smirk that looks as in place in bed as it does atop a two ton bull. The hungover logic in your brain pleading you to go home not nearly as strong as the instant spring of your legs landing either side of his hips.
His lips ghost over yours, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitance. The slightest groan left you, eager to feel him. Taste him.
âPleaseâŠplease donât tease me.â His smirk is bordering on arrogant as you wrap impatient hands around strong shoulders. Your libido was making her triumphant return after not being satisfied the night before, pooling in the apex of your thighs as he presses against you. You want Rhett, and you want him now.
He kisses the corner of your mouth, a shadow of the real thing. âIf yâcan be quiet fâme, Iâll give you mâfingers, darlinâ.â
Dignity fades to the back of your brain as you quickly nod at him, lips pressed close like a good girl.
Scruff scratches along your jaw as he hums along your skin, pressing his weight to one side as calloused fingers make their way south, slipping and catching against your soft skin. Both your eyes fluttering as cotton is pushed aside and he finds your clit, rubbing the softest of circles. His little chuckle at how wet you already are. Small whimpers leaving you before he finally tilts his head down to smother your lips in a warm, soft kiss.
Fuck, heâs an even better kisser than you remember.
Running a hand through those unruly curls, letting the dark hair tangle between your fingers as you fight to keep your moans contained. A struggle as he presses deliciously on the button, delighted at how you squirm against him. Lips ghosting against your ear as he moans your name. âDoinâ sâgood for me.â
While his thumb continues its mind numbing descent on your clit, the tips of his fingers brush against your folds. He knows you love a tease, the promise of whatâs to come. His special trick to getting you to your orgasm in less time than he rides a bull.
âR-Rhett.â Your voice is barely audible, struggling to keep yourself from screaming his name to the heavens. Your fingers never feel this good, nothing could ever be as satisfying as his touch. Your pathetic whimpers picking up speed as the blinding white pleasure threatened to overtake you.
âAre ya gonna cum for me, darlinâ? Yâknow yâwant to. Cum for me, baby girl, show me how good I make yâfeel.â
Scruff against your neck and jaw as he showers you in kisses, whispers praises in your ear, fingers stroking and rubbing and bringing you closer to the promised land. Slips that wild tongue between your lips, groaning at your familiar taste, and thatâs all it takes.
A thousand years could pass and you would still remember how all-consuming every orgasm is that Rhett Abbott has given you. The flash behind your eyes, the constriction of your chest. Thanking the good Lord that Rhettâs tongue is deep in your mouth to shush the pleasured scream that threatens to escape.Â
You settle from your orgasm with soft kisses and his wet fingers trailing along your skin, soothing you. Not that itâs easy to be soothed when his erection is throbbing against your thigh. Heâs hot and ready, prepared to take you all the ways heâs denied himself the past year.
Youâre doing the mental math. Your ex giving you an orgasm isnât that bad. Fucking him? Thatâs the kind of mistake you canât undo and should be avoided.
But when you look in those midnight blue eyes, all reason hightails out the door. Itâs just sex - not a relationship - you two are so good at sex. And itâs been so long since youâve taken him for a proper ride.
Your fingers sink into the back of his boxers, itching to sink your fingers into the meat of his ass - hard and toned from hours riding. Tease him a little by pressing a kiss to that scruffy chin as he ushers you along, desperate to be inside you.
Just as you get the checkered material past his cheeks, thereâs a knock at the door. Rhettâs a deer in the headlights above you; wide, scared eyes aimed at the door.
Itâs Cecelia, speaking through the wood as she walks past with the laundry. âRhett, hurry up, yâgot chores in the barn.âÂ
The two of you exchange a glance, relief at being in the clear.
âOh, and sweetie? Since youâre still here, if you want breakfast, thereâs some extra bacon.â
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Pretend To Be My Boyfriend? | Rhett Abbott x Reader


all of my works are 18+ only, minors DNI!
Synopsis: When a guy won't leave you alone, you ask the pretty cowboy at the bar to pretend to be your boyfriend.
WC: 2900
Warnings: not much? this is mostly just fluff :) fake dating, mentions of harassment/guys being creepy, mentions of alcohol and drinking, flirting? like one mention of sex, i feel like that gif of rhett should be a warning
a/n: I've had this idea in my head for a while and finally decided to write it (: kinda feel like it's a bit shit but please enjoy, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! â„
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âHey, honey!â Rhett hears a sweet voice call out through the dimly lit, noisy bar. He senses a figure approaching to the left of the barstool heâs sat on, hand freezing halfway to his mouth as he goes to take a sip from his bottle of beer.
It takes him a moment to realize that youâre speaking to him, his confused expression meeting your hopeful, smiling one. He checks behind him for somebody else, but nope, thereâs no one there â youâre definitely talking to him.
âUhâŠhi? Do I- do we⊠know each other?â Rhett places his beer down on the bar, wincing as he asks the question; it wouldnât be the first time heâd forgotten a woman that heâd met in this very bar and drunkenly hooked up with. And that situation never usually ends well for him.
Youâre very pretty â beautiful, actually â and Rhett decides right then that he definitely doesnât know you. Thereâs no way heâd ever be able to forget a face like that.
Heâs pulled from his thoughts as you step a little closer to him, and though youâre still smiling, within the newfound proximity Rhett can now see a frazzled, almost pleading look in your bright eyes as you go to speak again.
âCan you pretend to be my boyfriend?â You ask, your voice lowered to a level that only he can hear.
âUhâŠâ Rhettâs confusion is written all over his face, from his brows that furrow adorably to his gaping mouth.
Your own expression turns sheepish as you realize how silly the question sounds, and youâre quick to intercept and elaborate for him.
âThereâs a guy over there,â you turn away from Rhett slightly and nod your head subtly to your left and catch a glimpse of the drunken stranger who wouldnât leave you alone. âHeâs been trying to hit on me for the last thirty minutes. Canât seem to get the hint that Iâm not interested.â
Rhett follows your gaze and sees a man sipping a beer and staring at the two of you from the other side of the bar.
âSo⊠I told him that I was waiting for my boyfriend.â
When he meets your eyes again, he can tell that youâre trying to play it cool, but Rhett can sense that little hint of fear in your eyes and the worry in voice. And, though he doesnât know you, he feels his protective instincts kick in.
You can see the change in his demeanor almost immediately, shoulders squared as he sends the other man across the room an intimidating glare that you donât think youâd ever want to be on the receiving end of.
But, when Rhettâs gaze returns to you, his blue eyes soften and his lips turn up just a bit. He gestures to the empty stool next to his and you take the seat with a sigh of relief and a grateful smile.
âIf Iâm gonna be your boyfriend, then I guess you should know my name. Iâm Rhett.â
Your own shoulders deflate in relief that this kind stranger â Rhett â has agreed to help you, a genuine smile now forming on your lips as you introduce yourself as well.
Youâre not entirely sure what made you choose him, but for some reason you found yourself drawn to the pretty cowboy sitting alone at the bar and drinking a beer. And, youâre glad you did.
Heâs even prettier up close â little curls peeking out beneath his Stetson hat, adorable button nose, and his eyes captivating pools of blue, intense in their gaze thatâs now focused on you. His voice deep and rich, and oh-so soothing.
âYou new to town? I donât think Iâve seen you around here.â Heâd definitely remember if he had.
You nod your head in confirmation. âVery new, I just moved here two days ago for work.â
âWell, welcome to Wabang. I promise not all us guys here are creeps like that asshole.â Rhett promises, once again glancing toward the man who had been harassing you earlier.
That draws a light chuckle out of you, but before you can respond, Rhett narrows his eyes and goes to speak again.
âSpeaking of which, heâs still staring over here. Iâm gonna put my arm around you⊠if youâre okay with that.â
Your head nods in agreement without really thinking much about it. Admittedly, you find yourself a little bit lost in the quiet, gravely tone of Rhettâs voice, that deep southern accent, and youâre fairly certain he could get you to agree to anything if he keeps talking to you like that.
Before you can register whatâs happening, youâre enveloped by warmth and a pleasant musk thatâs a spicy mix of vanilla and tobacco as Rhett leans in and drapes a protective arm over your shoulders.
âCan I get you a drink, sweetheart?â Rhett emphasizes the last word sarcastically; if heâs going to pretend to be your boyfriend, heâs going to have fun with it.
You take a second too long to answer, too busy trying to inhale Rhettâs scent again as discreetly as possible, hoping he doesnât notice â he definitely notices.
When you look back up into his eyes, thereâs a playful mirth to them, and a smirk overtaking his lips at how flustered you are by the close proximity and the use of the pet name.
âY-yeahâŠyes.â You shake your head as though to clear it. âIâll have a beer.â
As you inwardly cringe at yourself for stumbling through your answer, Rhett simply smirks and raises his hand to flag down the bartender and order your drink, all the while keeping you close to his side underneath his arm.
Only when the bartender places the bottle down in front of you does Rhett remove his arm from around your shoulders, and you find yourself already missing the warmth of the denim of his jacket on your bare skin.
âSo, you moved here for work. What do you do?â
You tell him all about your new job and how excited you are for this fresh start in a new place, and Rhett listens intently, chiming in when necessary, loving how passionate you are about your work and content to just listen to the melodic sound of your voice.
âAlright, enough about me. What do you do, Rhett?â Itâs the first time youâve said his name tonight and Rhett feels his cheeks heat, deciding right then that he loves the way it sounds on your lips and that he needs to hear it more.
âI help out on my familyâs ranch,â Rhett tells you. ââŠBut Iâm also a bull rider.â A small grin grows on his lips that tells you just how much he loves it.
âA bull rider?!â Youâre beaming at him, eyes widened in surprise. âNo way, thatâs so cool! Way cooler than my job.â
Rhett lets out a deep chuckle and shakes his head in an attempt to protest. Bashful and blushing even harder now, he tries to brush it off â unable to take a compliment, but youâre having none of it.
âCome on, itâs very impressive! Maybe Iâll come cheer you on in the stands sometime.â
âYeah?â The two of you share light-hearted grins and you give Rhett an affirmative nod. Yeah, he would definitely like that.
The two of you sit at the bar and talk for a while longer, Rhett buying you a couple more beers. You discuss anything and everything that comes to mind and share a good few laughs, the alcohol leaving you on just the right side of tipsy, feeling open and content â light.
Rhett only nurses the one beer that heâs been drinking since you approached him earlier in the evening. He finds himself already feeling a bit protective of you, liking the responsibility of keeping an eye on you and making sure youâre having a good time. Besides, he just really enjoys talking to you and doesnât feel the need to get drunk tonight.
Rhett continues to also keep an eye on the guy who was bothering you earlier â though heâs fairly certain he wouldnât try to approach you again since youâve been at Rhettâs side for a while now, his arm once again finding itself wrapped securely around your side.
However, Rhettâs noticed throughout the night that heâs not the only man in the bar heâs caught looking at you â yes, youâre new in town, but he knows theyâre also looking â staring really â because of how beautiful you are. And he maybe finds himself feeling a bit jealous.
âSeems youâve caught the attention of just about every guy in here tonight.â Rhett informs you with a teasing lilt to his voice to make light of the situation, smirking into his beer bottle as he takes the final sip.
âNot that I want it.â You roll your eyes dramatically. A playful smirk then takes over your lips â youâve got an idea. The corner of Rhettâs lips quirk up a bit too as his brow raises in question.
âJust trust me.â Your face is leaning in closer towards him and before Rhett can process whatâs happening, you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
The fact that youâre tipsy has definitely provided you some liquid courage, that much is for sure when you pull back and shift to whisper into Rhettâs ear.
âGotta let them know that Iâm all yours.â Your tone is playful, sarcastically seductive, the warmth of your breath against the skin of Rhettâs earlobe sending a shiver down his spine and he has to fight to hold back a groan. God, does he wish that statement were true.
You canât stop the little fit of giggles that escapes you as you pull back, and Rhett canât help but chuckle along with you. Admiring the way your eyes crinkle up when you laugh, the adorable way that your nose wrinkles too. The skin of his cheek is still burning where your plush lips had kissed him.
Now itâs Rhett who has an idea, you can almost see the light bulb flicker behind his crystal blue eyes when they peer into yours again.
âDo you have a ride home?â He asks and your brows furrow adorably, curious as to where heâs going with this. You let him know that you were just going to call an Uber.
âI can drive you home⊠if youâd like.â Rhettâs nowhere near drunk from the one beer heâs had all evening.
âAnd there is a way you could show everyone youâre mine.â He proposes, that playful smirk returning to his lips and a mischievous look in his eyes.
âOh?â You narrow your eyes at Rhett, but you canât help but grin along with him, still wondering what he could possibly be suggesting.
Rhett goes to remove the cowboy hat from his head, repeating your own words from only a few moments ago. âJust trust me.â
He moves to place the hat atop your head, a silly grin still on his face as he adjusts it over your hair. You meet his look with a puzzled smile of your own, unsure of what he meant, but something within you tells you that you can â trust him, that is. Â
Rhett flags down the bartender and closes his tab before lightly knocking his fists on the wooden bar top.
âCome on, letâs get you home.â Rhett chuckles like he knows something you donât, and you can only roll your eyes in jest as you wait to be let in on the joke.
Rhett watches as you shrug on your jacket, stealing a long glance at you wearing his Stetson â feeling a sense of pride swell in his chest and enjoying the way it looks on your head â before he gently ushers you toward the exit of the bar.
Near the door, he sends a self-assured smirk to the asshole who had been bothering you earlier in the evening, who just watches along from a nearby booth with his buddies, a sour look on his face as you walk out into the night with Rhettâs arm draped over your shoulder.
Only when youâre secured into the passenger side of his truck does Rhett divulge the nature of his plan.
âSo, uh â the hat,â Rhett nods towards his hat that youâre wearing and your fingers reach up to touch the worn fabric. âIf you wear someoneâs cowboy hat, youâre supposed to uhâŠride the cowboyâŠâ
He trails off, admittedly a bit nervous now â he doesnât want to come off as a creep â as he explains the âcowboy hat ruleâ as he called it, to you. His way of making the whole âfake boyfriendâ thing seem a bit more real to any prying eyes, showing everyone in the bar that youâre âhisâ.
You stare at him in bewilderment for a long moment, mouth agape. Your expression sends Rhett into a boisterous fit of laughter, unable to refrain, and earns him a playful smack on the arm.
You close your eyes and cover your face with your palms. âOh my godâŠâ
âOh, come on. Itâs kinda funny.â Rhett contends through his laughter and you send him what you hope to be a scornful pout. But thereâs no real malice behind it, a smile fighting to break through as you find it hard to be annoyed with him.
âAnd itâs not like Iâm gonna hold you to it.â He promises with a wink that might make you swoon if you werenât already sitting down.
Before you know it, youâre joining in on the laughs, unable to hold back any longer and relishing in the humor or the situation.
Once youâve rattled off your address to Rhett, the ride to your home is filled with quiet music pouring from the truckâs radio â though it merely serves as background noise as you and Rhett spend the entire 20-minute drive talking. Sharing little details about yourselves and making plenty more jokes. His Stetson still sitting pretty atop your head.
Despite having spent hours talking with him in the bar, you still find yourself wanting to know more about him, not wanting the conversation â or this night â to end.
The truck reaches your little house all too soon, and Rhett finds himself not wanting the night to end either. Pretending to be your boyfriend was the highlight of his evening and he wants nothing more than to see you again.
When he stops the truck at the end of the little path leading to your front door, Rhett clears his throat before moving to speak.
âSo, I â uh, I was wondering, c-could I⊠maybe get your phone number?â Rhett asks quietly, a pink flush taking over his pale cheeks as he internally curses himself for sounding so nervous.
You donât mind it, though â this seemingly tough cowboy growing all flustered and stumbling over his words for you? You couldnât find it more endearing. Â
Rhett holds his breath as your pretty eyes â slightly glassy still from the alcohol youâd consumed earlier in the evening, look straight into his blue ones, and you grace him with a coy smile.
âOf course. Who else am I going to call when guys are harassing me and I need a fake boyfriend?â
Rhett releases the breath he was holding and bites back a smile, his shoulders dropping in relief. âGreat.â
Once youâve exchanged numbers, you gingerly remove Rhettâs hat from your head, smoothing down your hair.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you scoot closer toward him in the bench seat, reaching up to carefully place it back on top of his head â your eyes gazing into Rhettâs blue ones as they peer back into yours, the two of you sharing bashful smiles.
With the cowboy hat secured on the head of its rightful owner, you move to pull away. However, you pause before you get too far, deciding to lean in and place one last kiss to Rhettâs cheek before climbing out of his truck.
Rhettâs in such a daze â cheeks flushing that bright pink once again as warmth radiates from where your lips had kissed him, and a dopey grin on his lips â that he almost doesnât notice as you walk around to the driverâs side of his truck, leaning a bit into the open window. Your face close to his, lit up all pretty in the moonlight.
âThank you for turning my shitty night around, Rhett.â You bite back a grin. âI had a lot of fun.â
Before Rhett can respond â still flustered from the kiss to his cheek and now from hearing you say his name again, you back away from his window, making your way towards the path. Walking backwards, still facing the truck and grinning at him all the while.
âOh, and youâre a really great fake boyfriend!â You call out.
Breaking off into a giggle that carries in the nightâs slight breeze and Rhett can only chuckle back, shaking his head as he watches you with a fond smile. Â
With that, you turn around and walk off to your house with a spring in your step. Rhett stays sat there in his truck until he sees you make it through your front door safely, and heâs absolutely beaming.
Rhett's going to call you first thing tomorrow. He hopes that he can turn this âfakeâ boyfriend situation into something real.
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: when she went missing, disappeared without a trace, it was almost like a deep seated black hole found it's way into rhetts chest, as he recalls all his time spent with her admist trying to find answers, the deep seated energy of the cursed lands they live on come apart to make way for lovers to find each other again.
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: supernatural elements, reader haunting the narrative except this time its literal, mentions of implied violence, implied native american mythology if you squint, rhett is going through it and doesn't know to to do it without being self destructive.
đđźđđĄđšđ«đŹ đ§đšđđ: so part two is here a day earlier than promised because i finished it sooner than i thought, the love shown for part one motivated me greatly so thank you so much for that! i think we might have two more parts to this at absolute best, but i hope you enjoy part two. reader has implied native ancestry, but not heavily.

It had never been his place to question the mysteries of the earth, even as a child, when his mother would tell him to stay away from the treeline after the sun went down, not to look out the windows at night unless you wanted something to look back at you. Even if he put little belief into her superstitions, he could at least respect her wishes.
The night played tricks on the eyes, the shadows moving around always seemingly dancing across surfaces with a mind of their own, enough to drive any sane man to a level of insanity.
When heâd met her, it had seemed she held a bounty of superstitions just the same, yet when sheâd explained it to him from her place sitting atop of his waist on the cramped single bed in his bedroom, his hands finding their place along the soft skin of her thighâs, a bemused smile on his face as he allowed her to ramble away about the folk tales she claimed had been passed down in her family for generations.
Sheâd told him about how her folk had been out in these mountains for almost as long as the mountains had existed themselves, weaving her words out like a poem or a song, painting a picture of bloodied battles and old traditions long lost to history.
Her family traded in their old ways for crosses and churches, explaining that it was simply the way things were, old languages were lost in exchange for testaments and eventually everything was lost to time.Â
He could tell by the way she spoke about the land that the connection ran deep, that unlike the other folk in this town, there was a deeper understanding that even she didnât truly understand half the time.Â
Sometimes sheâd ramble to him about how sometimes she could have sworn sheâd hear things walking around her house at night, couldnât help but feel like there was something protecting her; sheâd joke that maybe it was the spirits of her old ancestors, or maybe that she was just listening too hard to the silence at night and creating sounds that werenât really there.Â
It was always around that time that heâd pull her into his arms, telling her she didnât have to worry about anything in these mountains while he was around, when heâd place soft kisses on the crown of her head and take in the scent of her that could bring him into pure serenity.
As he recalled the memory now from his place at the dingy bar he was currently in, he stared down at the brown liquid in the glass before him, the pain of the memory only urging him to drink down the whiskey heâd been served before he found himself tearing up in front of all the other patrons.
With her cross now hanging from his neck, hidden under the red tartan button up, he stood from his place at the bar and turned to leave.
âWouldnât be surprised if she jumped intâ the wrong fellaâs truck and ended up dead in a ditch somewhere.âÂ
There was a cruel laughter shared inbetween the words, his ear practically pricking at the sound of the group of men at the bar sharing their sentiments with each other.
He didnât want to believe they were talking about her, wanted to tell himself there was somebody else, but he couldnât deny himself as he stood and listened, eavesdropping as they continued further.
âOnes like that, goinâ out lookinâ for a little fun, only to end up in a shallow grave.â
âJust wish sheâda ended up in my backseat instead, couldâa given her something better than a mouthful aâ dirt anâ worms.â
The smokerâs laugh following what the man had said was making rhettâs knuckles turn white with how tightly he was gripping his coat, his heart starting to gather up the pace of a race horse as he turned and stalked over to where the man was sitting, his back facing him as he gripped the fat fuckâs shoulders, pulling him to the ground so hard that his friendâs hardly had time to react before rhett was laying punches against the mans face.
He couldnât see anything but red, the idea of this monster thinking he could have even come close to being within her eye sight, to talk about the daughter of a grieving mother in such a way, rhett could only thirst for as much pain being inflicted on this man as possible, so that he might feel even a fraction of what rhett was going through, that he might understand what it is to truly lose something and be helpless, be too late.
It hadnât taken long for the manâs friends to intervene, dragging rhett away from the bleeding man, yelling profanities and raging like a wild animal; he could hardly even fight back against the strength of multiple man as they dragged him out of the bar and into the asphalt parking lot.
The hitâs they laid on him were brutal, blood coming out of his mouth as he hit the asphalt, assaulted by the plethora of kicks and punches till he couldnât rise from the ground anymore, until his breathing brought nothing but fire against his lungs.
He can feel his coat get thrown to the ground in front of him as the men leave, only able to feel his rage and adrenaline pumping as he turned onto his back, blood pooling from his nose and mouth which he turned to spit onto the concrete.Â
Rising slowly, his vision was blurred as he tried to gather himself, unable to do anything while he sat through the pain all over his body, shutting his eyes tightly as he attempted to get a handle on his breathing.Â
Even with the pain coursing across his skin, the fire in his lungs, he could still have recognised that same smell of soap and perfume anywhere, the smell of her.Â
Maybe he was dying, maybe the punches and kicks had done enough damage for him to finally just lay down and die; he could only lay back and slowly accept any small mercy to the pain he was currently suffering through.
Even when he feelâs the soft hand running against his face, he doesnât open his eyes, her phantom touch doesnât bring any pain, even when itâs pressed against the already swollen cheek that would no doubt bruise heinously.
âWhy are you doing this to yourself angel.â Her voice is so subtle it almost blends into the wind itself, a whisper above the sounds of everything around him, yet even as quiet as it is, he would always have been able to hear the songbird that she was over even the loudest of commotions.Â
Just as fast as he feelâs her touch, takes in her scent and hears her voice, itâs as gone as soon as it came, almost as if she was swept up in the wind.Â
The sudden absence causes his eyes to open, realisation hitting that he was still there in that same parking lot, his head whipping in all directions as he sat up, convinced that her touch had felt so goddamn real there was no way that she wasnât kneeling beside him right then and there.
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It had taken him well over twenty minutes to get back into his truck, an even further thirty seven minutes to drive home at a snails pace using the eye that wasnât already starting to swell up.
Even with his headlights illuminating the first road back to his home, his limited vision was providing a much harder drive than he would have liked, the pain in his rib now leaving him with only one hand to drive his truck.
Whatever it had been before in the parking lot, whatever it was that had touched him and called out to him in the darkness, he couldnât find it in him to embrace the possibility of it being anything other than a head injury, his mind playing tricks on him over the sounds of the wildlife.
He couldnât admit to himself that there might have even been the slightest chance that it was you, because only then would he have to admit what he didnât want to believe was true.
Almost as if the universe was listening to him, as if it had heard his unwillingness and was now intending on getting itâs cruel revenge back onto him, it seemed to come in the form of a coyote in the middle of the road.
As itâs shape came into view, he had at least the good sense to hit the breaks, expecting the animal to simply scatter across the road, yet to his confusion, it continued to stare across at him, the glaring yellow eyes of the animal seeming to focus in on his own.
He couldnât help but be unsettled by itâs gaze, his stomach seemingly growing into a dark pit of dread, his mind recalling her own adverse reaction to coyoteâs, the way sheâd told him to be wary of them, claiming that they were tricksterâs that got enjoyment out of creating turmoil.
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Even now, he could remember when the day was ending, when heâd been running his hand across her back, finger tips dancing across the soft skin on her shoulder as she laid there in his bed, eyeâs shut but a soft smile on her face none the less.
The setting sun allowed for enough of an overcast in his windows to bathe them in a hue of orange light, almost like the room itself was glowing, casting itself across her in a melody of colours that made her look similar to the stain glass portraits of the saints in her church.Â
Theyâd always talk about so many things when they had this time together, on the rare occasions that her parents wouldnât have been expecting her back till later, when heâd been able to come get her in his truck, and theyâd get to spend these precious moments in each others arms.
âSaw a coyote the other day.â he mused softly, his gaze not leaving her at all as he spoke, allowing his vision to wash over her peaceful figure. âDamn thing nearly made me crash.â he laughed softly, recalling the way heâd had to swerve his truck on the way to her house to avoid hitting it as it ran across the dirt road.
âMhmm.â her soft hum told him that she was listening, even with her sleepyness already beginning to take over.Â
He heard her repeat a word he didnât understand, a language foreign to him; his silence telling her well enough that he didnât understand.Â
Stretching out her arms, she allowed herself a soft groan as she adjusted her tired muscles, moving herself across the sheets so that her chin was resting his chest, her arm placed inbetween them to keep her head up.
âTrickster spirit.â she clarified, her eyes now trained on him as she nodded her head matter a factly. âMy father used to tell me not to look them in the eyeâs, or theyâll lead you to your demise.â she spoke, sounding as though she herself even didnât place a huge amount of merit on the story.Â
âThat true is it?â he responded to her, his voice slightly croaked as the pair evidently grew more and more tired, sleep on the horizon for the both of them.Â
Rather than humor his answer, she leaned forward, capturing his lips as she shut her eyes once more, letting his hand run across her cheek, the rough callousâs on his hand against her own soft skin, the pair of them decided to soak up what ever time they had with each other for the night in each others arms.Â
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His recollection of the memory had him even more disturbed by the creatureâs gaze on him, the way itâs eyes seemed to move far too intelligently for an animal, almost feeling like he was being analysed, studied.
It wasnât until he could hear his heart ramming in his chest that he even realised just how terrified he found himself by the creature, feeling his anxiety kick into fight or flight, his body seeming to respond in a way that signalled an unknown danger from the animal.Â
Whether it was a smart move or not, he didnât care; but his only instinct was to hit the gas, his truck lurching to life as he shut his eyes, willing his own body to stop looking into the coyoteâs eyeâs, preparing himself to feel his truck bump as the creature was torn under itâs wheelâs, only to feel nothing but smooth road as he sent the truck forward.
Opening his eyeâs back up as he settled back into a more reasonable speed, the sound of the skidding wheelâs silencing itself, he spared only a moment to look in the rear view mirror, expecting to find a carcass lying on the dirt.
What. the. Fuck.Â
To his utter astoundment, the animal still stood, itâs head turned to watch as he peeled away.
Allowing himself only a moment to look back, he reminded himself to look forward at the road, his anxiety and dread seemingly beginning to clear the further and further he became, as if the larger the distance between him and this coyote, the safer he became.
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Finally arriving back at his home, swinging open his door after stumbling across the parking lot of his apartment building, the comfort of his own home was barely that, his sense still practically on fire, his own heart still beating with a sense of uncertainty.
The encounter with the coyote had felt as if it had left an imprint on his very soul, the way itâs eyeâs had glowed against his headlights, the image was still burned into his brain, seeing it each time he closed his eyes, an inescapable curse placed on him.
His own exhaustion had only left him able to stumble over to his bed, the cotton sheets no doubt catching some of the dried blood already starting to settle over his face, yet rhett could find no room to care about it, only allowing sleep to overtake him like a wave of ocean water.
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It was the dripping that woke him, a sound so miniscule against the silence, and yet loud enough to have his eyes snapping open, a dull echo against his ears as it continued itâs slow and incoehsive rhythm.
Even from where he was laying, he could it was emerging from the small hallway in his apartment, the kitchen at the other end being the only light that was creeping across the walls.Â
He knew the sink had always been faulty, no matter how many times the landlord had sent over handyman to fix it, as well as the times rhett had tried to fix it himself, it persevered, dripping almost every night to the point heâd become accustomed to the sound.Â
Whether or not he was even completely awake yet he didnât know, yet he rose from the bed anyway, only allowing himself a quick glance at his alarm clock as he approached the hallway, the red glowing numbers showing him the time.
4:02 AM.
Just as quickly as heâd taken notice of the time, his head had turned to the entrance of the hallway, his blood running cold within the span of miliseconds, his body going still as he felt his hands beginning to shake.
The dripping was so loud now to the point it almost felt deafening, his eyeâs were wide as he stared across at the figure in the hallway, the kitchen light casting a shadow which left him unable to make out any details other than the dark silhouette before him.
The figure was drenched, dripping wet as a puddle settled on the floor underneath them, there was nothing but silence, the only sound audible in that moment being the ever present dripping, falling off of the shadowed figure and onto the floor.
How long he stood there in a terrified silence he didnât know, it could have been seconds, minutes or even hours, he wasnât sure, all he could feel in that moment was white, hot terror.
In an instant, the shadow moved faster than his eyes could comprehend, advancing on him from the hallway in seconds as darkened hands wrapped around his throat, sending both of them to the ground.
Yet rather than the feeling of the linoleum floor of his apartment, rhett suddenly found himself thrust under water, the hands holding him under, their grip so strong on his throat that it burned his lungs, his own hands trying to grip at the figureâs wrists, his vision now blurred as his head was held under the water.
As his eyeâs did open, his obscured vision painted a picture of daylight above the water, the figure no longer a being of shadow, now the blurry image of what he could recognise to be a man holding him under.
Almost as quickly as it had happened, rhett suddenly commanded the strength to wrench himself up and out of the water, commanding his lungs to breathe in deeply.
Yet now here he was, sitting in the same bed he had fallen asleep in, his lungs gasping in the breathâs of air heâd been fighting for only seconds ago, his heart was hammering to the point it felt like it would burst out his chest any second, the sharp pain in his throat feeling just as real as it had in his dream.
But if it had been a dream, he had no answer for the way his lungs burned as if theyâd been deprived for air, why he could have sworn his head and face had felt only slightly too damp to only be sweat.
As his mind ran with questions, he could only find himself quickly jumping from the bed, almost sliding on the floor as he made his way to the entrance of the hallway, his eyes landing on the spot where that same figure had been.
Trying to rationalise with himself had worked so far, each and every occurrence thus far had been something heâd been able to explain to himself, convince himself that his grief had begun to play tricks on him, that his injuries had caused him to hallucinate voices and smellâs that werenât there.
But as he knelt on the ground, and placed his finger onto the puddle that still remained where the shadow had stood previously; the way that the water itself seemingly reeked on the creek near the church.
He could find little room left in his soul for any further rationalisation.
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arranged marriage au | rhett abbott x oc | sneak peek
Author's Note: This story it set at the turn of the 20th century, somewhere around 1899-1901. I haven't quite decided yet, but it's important context for this story. Women did not have a lot of autonomy at this time, which is reflected in Rhett and Lou's conversation in this sneak peek. Is the timeline right in a historical context? Probably not, but it's fiction, so I can do what I want. Enjoy!
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âLouisa.â
âWhat?â Her face is all hard lines and thundering eyes. Something twists inside him at the sight of her ire.
âI donât want to own you,â he says and steps closer, dirt crunching under his worn boots. âYour life is your own, even after we marry.â
She shakes her head, tears pooling in her dark eyes, making his chest feel tight. He yearns to move even closer, wrap his arms around her, and assure her that he doesnât mean her any harm. Despite not having a choice, he wants to marry her. He wants to build a life and have a family with her.
Heâs halfway in love with her already. He hopes one day sheâll love him too.
âYou say that now,â she says, tears in her voice as she speaks. âBut then Iâll argue or refuse to listen, and youâll remind me youâre the man and you get the final say. You may not want to, but you will own me.â
Now he shakes his head, disbelief coursing through his veins. Itâs the most preposterous thing heâs ever heard, and he hates that she thinks that way about him.
âLouisa,â he breathes, her name like a prayer on his lips as he closes the distance between them. âYou belong to you. Not your father or to me or to anyone, and Iâll do what I can to prove it to you.â
She meets his gaze, bottom lip wobbling as she tries to hold back sobs. âYou swear?â
He nods, lifts his hands and tentatively cups her cheeks. âI swear.â
Tension hangs heavy in the air between them, and without thinking, Rhett bends his head down towards hers. His heart thunders in his chest as their breaths mix, and heat blooms under his palms as Louisaâs cheeks grow red.
Their lips are a hairâs breadth from touching when a horse neighs, making her pull back and Rhettâs hands fall back at his side.
âI should get you home.â
He offers the crook of his arm, and she weaves her hand into it, letting him lead her to their horses. Their boots drag across the dirt, and Rhett helps her up on Sally, the reddish brown mare that belongs to his almost wife.
He settles on Blazer, and they begin the ride back to the Kinney Ranch.
âRhett?â
If her scent didnât linger, he mightâve forgotten she was even there. He looks to his right and finds her watching him, maybe even with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
âThe house is lovely,â she tells him, tone shy and withdrawn for the first time since heâs known her.
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Will you please write 20 for Rhett Abbott? Arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."
Rhett is still somewhat convinced he's dreaming.
Because why else would you be fucking him?
You're basically a dream come to life. Beautiful, kind, a bit of a spitfire.
"Rhett?" You swiveled your hips, eliciting the prettiest groan. He didn't believe in heaven, but Rhett was pretty sure your pussy was the closest thing to it.
"You okay, baby?" You cooed. He was just so....pretty. Sunkissed hair damp from sweet, the ends curling. Face contorted in pleasure as you worked yourself up and down on his cock.
"Y-yeah. Y'just feel s'good," his words were slurred. But Rhett hadn't drank any alcohol tonight. No, he was drunk off of you, off of your pussy that had a vice grip on him.
"You're such a sweet cowboy." Raising yourself up until you were almost off his cock, you paused for a few moments before slamming down.
"F-fuck!" He thrusted upwards, cock spasming as he came undone, "Just l-like that...oh....God."
"That's not my name, but I'll allow it," you smirk, enjoying how his mouth hung open, nothing but groans falling out. His arms covered his face, something you'd have to reprimand him for later.
For now, you were fine with Rhett Abbott falling apart underneath you.
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the same sweet shock | alpha!rhett x omega!oc



Summary: Somehow, Rhett and Tessa always knew he was meant to be her Alpha. That she was meant to be his Omega. And after nearly ten years of waiting, they are finally one. (wc: 3127)
Warnings: omegaverse stuff/lore (of which i am not well verse do not hang me), language, SMUT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI (pretty much just straight filth, heat stuff, rut stuff, fingering, pinv, use a condom kids unlike these dweebs, gland biting, and of course knotting), rhett being the best alpha
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ââŠâŠMASTERLIST || PREVIOUS INSTALLMENT

Rhettâs place was actually a loft in one of the barns up close by the Abbott family ranch house. They still stored hay up there, but there was a bed and a mini-fridge and one of those small Coleman camping gas ranges set up on a table if he wanted to cook up something. It wasnât much, but at least it was something for when he got locked out of the house or just wanted some space to breathe. And right now, he needed a lot of space to breathe as he laid a whimpering, panting, writhing Tessa Abernathy onto his bed.
When he put her in his passenger seat at the bonfire, she was still wearing jeans and a few layers. The entire five minute drive she had squirmed and whined softly, sweating into his cloth seats. Rhett had told her, as she threw her head back and rubbed her thighs together, that she could take something off if she needed to.
He just didnât expect her to peel off everything but her t-shirt.Â
The only thing Rhett knew about heats was from sex-ed class in high school. Nearly a decade ago and too vague now that he was dealing with it. Now that he had had an Omega in his front seat touching herself just to make the ache stop and panting his name.Â
But something like instinct was taking over his brain as he made quick work of his clothes, shucking them off and leaving them scattered on the floor. She was touching herself again. Two fingers shoved deep in her center, her free hand underneath her thin shirt â tweeking her sore breast. She whimpered his name again and it felt like a burn.
âMâcominâ, Tess, mâcominâ.â
Something like a second mind was telling him what she needed from him now as the Alpha who had marked her. A distinct smell of her covered in him that drove him mad. He needed to touch her. Fill her. Breed her. His cock twitched at the thought, that something clouding his brain as he growled low in his throat. As he watched her juices leak out around her fingers, his hand roughly palming himself through his boxers. He meant it when he said he wanted to take things slow with her. Even if those thoughts in the back of his head had been telling him for months that she was his. He wanted it to be her choice, he wanted this to feel right and good and natural between them.
But even rushed and unexpected â it still felt good and right. As he propped his knee up on the foot of the bed, continuing to watch her in nearly a daze.
Her eyes, half-lidded and hazy, caught him standing at the edge of the bed and she reached for him. Fingers outstretched as she whined softly.
âAlpha,â Tessa breathed, a few more tears running down her reddened cheeks. âPlease. Hurts.â
At her word, the cloud abated, and he climbed fully onto the bed with her.Â
He could smell something â could nearly see the scent hanging in the air. A trail along the hallway lined with lockers. Honeysuckle and the air of early morning. Crisp and sweet.Â
On some instinct he didnât understand, Rhett followed it. Let it lead him all the way to the nurses station up by the main office. Standing outside the door, a thought from somewhere else slammed into the forefront of his mind. Fill. He didnât want to admit to himself that some part of him knew. Knew where this trail would lead. Knew what or who needed to be filledâŠFilled by him. He could already feel himself swelling in his jeans as he wrapped his hand around the door handle.Â
Tessa Abernathy was sitting on the nurseâs exam table. Red faced, sweating, face pinched up in a grimace with fingernails digging into her thighs. She was on the rodeo team with him. Barrel raced and got pretty blue ribbons for her efforts. Friends with Laney â Walkerâs girl. Quiet and kind and radiating with that smell of honeysuckle and early morning air.Â
She was hurting. And somehow he knew he could make it better.
He stepped further into the room as he mumbled, âMâsorry, I donâ...â
Tessa gripped her stomach â a whimper falling out of her as those tears finally fell. The sound went through him like a knife. Sharp and painful. He wanted to make it better. He could make it better. He could ease her pain and fill her and make everything good for her.
Omega. Fill.
The words screamed in his mind as he lifted his hand towards the strap to his backpack. Ready to drop it on the floor and cross the room to her right then and there. But then the nurse walked back into the room. Yelled at him to leave.Â
And he did.Â
He regretted that moment for the past ten years. Leaving her in pain. Leaving her empty. A memory he didnât like to think back on. But then she stumbled back into his life. Beautiful and warm as the sun. Offering up a kindness he didnât think he deserved but she gave so freely. But then she went into heat at that party and he couldnât let anyone else have her. She was his. His. His. His Omega. His to fill.Â
Rhett groaned as he knelt over her, cupping her face in his hands to kiss her properly this time. Their first kiss. Not what he wanted their first kiss to be either. But it was so much more than he felt it would normally be. More intense, more wonderful, more desperate. Tessa whined, high pitched and desperate into his mouth, both hands reaching and pawing at him with whatever strength she had left. One hand trailed down her jaw, felt the residual sweat and tears, before it slipped down her neck.Â
Her mating gland was swollen â moreso than he had ever felt before. His fingers massaged gently as he licked into her mouth. But it made her moan, wanton and open, as her hips bucked up to meet him.Â
Rhett smiled, small and adoring, as he shushed her; fingers pushing her hair back from her face. âEasy. Easy. I knowâmega, sâalright. âMâgonna take careâa ya now.âÂ
When he was a kid, he used to find the honeysuckle bushes with Perry. Find the flowers in that early summer air, pluck one from the rest and suck the nectar from them. It felt like that to kiss her sweat slicked skin. Honeysuckle nectar sweet as he mouthed and licked and sucked down the side of her neck. As he peppered that swollen gland with light pecks of his lips.
Tessa thrashed and whined softly beneath him as he trailed one hand down her stomach, past that t-shirt he pulled effortlessly over her head, to find her swollen and dripping. An awe and a growl filled him at the way she gripped the two fingers he sunk into her, at the way she pulsated and moaned. When his fingers were fully seated inside her, he looked up to see more tears streaming down her face, her hands weakly pushing and pulling at him. He didnât know if it was for him to stop or for him to keep going.Â
He knew what she needed from him now. What she needed and craved on some base instinct. But still, he didnât want to hurt her. He wanted this to be good for her in every way.Â
âRhett,â she cried as he pushed those two fingers in and out, making her whole body shudder.
âI know whaâya need, sunshine, I jusâ...Jusâ soak my fingers like a goodâmega nâll give it tâya.â She keened high in her throat and it made him grin. âThaâs it. Takinâ my fingers sâwell.â
His fingers stuffing her full seemed to have abated her for the moment, but after just a few pumps she seemed to know it wasnât what what she really craved. Not what she really needed. Her hips are squirming and jerking, her head thrown back as she took what he gave. But it wasnât enough. Wasnât enough.Â
âPlease, Rhett, please â oh â need tâpleaseâŠAlpha, please, please, can I â want it so bad. Need â Need tâbe full,â she panted, eyes barely peeled open as she clawed at his back.
And he knew it too.
Biting into her jaw gently, he whispered, husky and deep, âWanâya tâcum fâr me first.â
It was like she was waiting for permission. Going stiff beneath him, she gasped, fingernails digging into his flesh as her walls convulsed around his fingers. Refusing to let go. She whined as he pulled them free, his hand soaked to the knuckle. But still she squirmed, her hips searching for something. Anything. Him. His cock, his knot, ready and aching to fill her.
Tessa opened her eyes, a few more tears leaking down her face, some clarity in her countenance for the first time since he marked her. He kissed her then. Gentle and consuming.
âThank you,â she whispered, trying to tug him closer even though they were chest to chest, skin to skin.
Rhett shook his head, cupped her cheek. âDonâ.â
âWhy?â
âYou didnâ...Didnâget tâchoose.â
She smiled, soft and sunshine bright. âYeah I did. I chose you, my Alpha. Back when Iâs seventeenâŠSo good tâme.â
That made Rhett growl, low and showing some teeth. That second brain fuzzing all his thought as he flipped her onto her stomach. Practically ripping his boxers off as he urged one of her legs to bend, spreading her open for him. His cock was red, nearly purple at the tip, as it leaked and slapped against his stomach. He had never knotted someone before either, a biological process that only occured when an Alpha bred an Omega.
But he could already feel it beginning to form, causing a near pain as he lined himself up with her leaking entrance.
âSuch a good Omega, sunshine, fuck â so good. My Omega. Mine.â
He was rambling now as he pushed in nice and slow. Some noise like a moan was falling consistently from her mouth, high pitched and breathy as she took him easily to the hilt. Every one of his nerves felt like it was on fire as he waited for her to adjust, or at least tried to. Even the feeling of him filling her was enough to make her flutter around him. He struggled to breathe even as he lost all composure and began to thrust deep and heavy into her awaiting cunt.
Each thrust forward forced a noise out of her, forced her higher up the bed. Her hands scrambled to reach for something, reach for him, and she didnât stop until he grabbed hold of the back of her hand and laced their fingers together. Holding her down and grounding her. Grounding him.
âFuck, you feel sâgood,â he grumbled in her ear as he pressed himself into her back, blanketing her in him.
Changing the angle of his hips, he knew he hit that spongey spot inside her when she choked for breath. Rhett watched her mouth drop open further, her eyelids flutter, her breathing pick up as he gave short but powerful thrusts into that spot directly. Her fingers held a death grip on his own.Â
âGood, âmega,â he grumbled, shifting closer. âThatâs a good fuckinâmega.â
Tessa made some choked noise, shoulders hunching in on herself as he just kept going. Kept pushing right into that spot. He felt her clench around him, keeping him as deep as he could go â it made him shudder and twitch inside her. But he didnât want this to end just yet. Didnât want it to stop feeling this good. So he curled his free arm around her and pressed his fingers into her little bundle of nerves.Â
âA-Ah!â she cried softly, legs trying to claw into the mattress and gain some traction.Â
âGod, yâre makinâ such pretty lilânoises, âmega. Think yâcan make sâmore fâr me?â
âS-Someone c-could hear,â she stuttered out, glancing towards the hay door that hung cracked open.
Being stuffed full of him and at least partially satiated, some of Tessa had come back into her it seemed. This was having the opposite effect on Rhett. The further they went the more lost he became. Lost in her scent, lost in her pussy, lost in filling her like his biology screamed to do. But she was also his Omega â and he longed to please her.
âWhat? Yâscared someoneâs gonna hear ya take mâknot?â he questioned.
The thought made her flutter around him, but she still nodded. âCâCome check it out.â
She had a fair point, but if someone from the house hadnât come to investigate her moaning at that point, Rhett was unsure if anyone ever would. But he could see the worry in her eyes, keeping her from letting go completely and caving into the pleasure he so desperately wanted to give her. So, he let go of her hand and brought two fingers up to her lips. He bumped the rough pads against the swollen flesh and she parted for him with heavy lidded eyes.
âThatâs it â thatâs my âmega,â he said with a grin as he pushed his fingers into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue, she practically went limp beneath him. âMy fingersâll keep ya niceân quiet.âÂ
But that didnât stop him from trying to draw every little noice he could from her. He wanted people to hear. Wanted everyone to know that he fucked his Omega that good. That it was him filling her and not anyone else. So he gathered the last of his composure and slowed everything down. Took his dear sweet time as he pressed against that spot inside her and held it there, as he circled her swollen clit with firm, lethargic circles. And he watched, revelled, in the way her jaw went slack around his fingers. At the heavy look in her blue eyes. At the way her chest heaved and her body went practically limp caged beneath him.
With every press and pull of him, with every breath she took, she made some noise around his fingers. He felt the vibrations of it al teh way down his arm, and it made a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. And he kept up that same slow, beautifully agonizing pace as she was brought closer and closer to release.
And he was brought closer and closer to insanity.
Her walls spasmed around his fingers as he massaged her in perfect time with his thumb against her clit. A sob echoed around his other hand as tears slipped down her cheeks.
âF-Feels good, âmega?â he stuttered, vision blurred and mind hazy but still grasping the last of his control.
Tessa nodded with another sob.
Until this point, she had been boneless on the mattress. But now her hands scrambled to curl around any part of him she could reach, liek seh was scared he would leave now that she was so close. Her breathing was heavy, hard, fast as she moaned and sobbed and drooled around his fingers. Tears running down her cheeks as she stared bleary eyed at the wall. He could feel her thighs quaking beneath him, her walls spasming and trying to pull him deeper.
âI-I got ya, âmega, I got ya,â he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her swollen mating gland. âLet go.â
Let go she did. Rhett watched, the last of his sanity dwindling, as her eyes rolled back. Her walls gripped him so tight he didnât think he could move even if he tried to. Something high-pitched and loud got caught around his fingers still pressing down on her tongue. He could feel her juices coating his thighs.
After that, Rhett wasnât entirely sure what happened.
All he remembered was flashes of Tessa screaming in pleasure, skin slapping against skin, his own roaring yellâŠ
His teeth coming down hard on her mating gland.
He came to as he felt his knot swelling at the base of his cock. As Tessa whimpered trying to take it.Â
She threw her head back, brandishing the red bite mark and already purpling bruise on her neck, and whined: âRhettâŠCanâtâŠâ
He smoothed his hand up her sweat slicked side. Feeling like he just woke up from some nap he only meant to be thirty minutes but instead it was four hours. Not knowing what time or even year it was.Â
All he really understood was that Tessa Abernathy was wholly and completely his. And that was good.
âYeah, yâcan, sunshine,â Rhett finally spoke, whispering into her neck and peppering that bruise with kisses. âYâwere made fâme, âmember? Made fâyâre Alpha. Juâ lemme help ya.â
As his knot pressed in bit by bit, he moved his hand, which had somehow slipped out from beneath her, back between her legs. She whimpered at the touch to her swollen bundle of nerves, sensitive and abused, but it seemed to help. Her whimpers of pain turned to soft moans of pleasure. And when it finally settled inside her with a quiet pop â he felt her spasm around him once more. Forehead pressing into the mattress as she keened.
His hand slipped up and there was a bulge in her lower stomach. It made him shudder to think that was him.
A silence settled over them after that. Caught in the afterglow â at the moment too perfect to be broken. Rhett felt an overwhelming need to make sure she was comfortable. An itch he was desperate to scratch. Still locked inside her, he rolled them both onto their sides and grabbed the quilt from the end of the bed to cover their naked forms. Tessa nuzzles back into him easily, and she fit against his chest like she was made to be there.
And maybe she was.
âMâsorry,â he whispered, unable to hold his tongue forever.
âHuh?â Tessa replied, voice laced with sleep, like she just on the edge.
âI ââ he lightly touched the bright red bite mark. âI didnâmean toâŠâ
She sighed, something content and knowing. He could practically feel her smile. âI wouldnât want anyone else.â
She fell asleep shortly after that. Rhett out of words and feeling exhausted himself. There would be more to discuss when they both woke up in the morning, that was sure. And there would be questions that needed answered from his family, who he was certain heard some of what went on tonight.
But right then, it didnât matter. Right then he wrapped his Omega up in his arms and fell into the blissful arms of sleep.
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possibility.
rhett abbott x reader.

ïż« summary: maybe you and rhett could make this work.
ïż« word count: 753.
ïż« warnings: mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy tests, tiny bit of angst and fluff.
ïż« authors notes: i experienced something similar recently. putting it down in writing helps :) enjoy! please note, i understand that this topic is sensitive, therefore iâm not using my taglist for this fic. my main masterlist can be found here! đ
âI meanâŠâ
You delicately twiddled the test between your fingers. The electronic writing reading, âNOT PREGNANTâ glared up at you, and you felt your heart sink slightly with disappointment. You quietly mourned the life you had envisioned for a moment.
Since you had realised that you were over two weeks late, you had battled with this idea in your head for the last two days.
You daydreamed about telling people and pictured their reactions. Your stomach got small fluttering butterflies when thinking about Rhett decorating a spare room. You thought about this very scenario, right here in the bathroom, of Rhett crouching beside you, as you both awaited the results with baited breath.
Every way that you looked at it, it wasnât the worst thing in the world right now.
You and Rhett had been together for over three years. Two years ago, it wouldnât have been right, but since then youâve both toyed with the idea of spending forever together. For the past year, youâve been saving for your own home together. Last week you contacted the local estate agent to move ahead with these plans. By the time you would have moved in together, your nine months would soon be up.
ââŠIt wouldnât be the worst thing in the world right now.â
Rhett replied in a beat. âI agree. It wouldnât.â
His response made your face light up. You quickly shot a hopeful look at him, your heart rising with relief that he too thought the same as you. âMaybe two years agoâŠâ
âYeah, it wouldnât have been right. We talked about it, I remember. But now, wiâ the house ând everythinââŠâ Rhett was so eager to agree with you.
It came from a place of wanting to reassure your racing brain (because he could see in your eyes how you were pacing around in your head) and because he too, was just as giddy at the same prospect.
âIt could work. It could work, right, Rhett?â Your gaze widened at him, as you internally double-checked that he was onboard with you and this exciting opportunity.
âYeah, darlinâ. Absolutely.â He nodded with a hopeful smile matching your own, his eyes crinkling up in the corners, in familiar lines. He pressed his forehead against yours and you stayed connected like that for a moment, letting the telling silence wash over you both.
You were both pulled out of your little world when you heard Ceciliaâs voice booming up the stairs.
âRhett?!â
âYeaâ, Mom?!â He hollered back.
âDinners on thâ table.â Her voice faded away as she hurried back to the kitchen.
âBe there in a minute.â He half heartedly called out, knowing that she was already gone.
He brought his head back to yours and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. His hands found yours in your lap and his thumb rubbed those little reassuring circles over your skin.
He broke the silence once more. âCâmon, letâs go eat.â
You had forgotten for a moment that you were still sitting on the toilet with your underwear around your ankles. Rhett slipped them up your legs as you let out a quiet snicker.
Once you were fully dressed again and that the pregnancy test had been buried deep enough into the bin, he drew you into a close and loving embrace, in the small and quiet space of the bathroom. You could hear his heartbeat thrum rhythmically under his cotton t-shirt, as he held your head against his broad chest.
âCan we talk about this more later, baby?â You mumbled against the fabric, trying to burrow yourself deeper into him.
âSure, my darlinâ.â His large hand smoothed over the back of your head, with careful reassurance. âYou got baby names ready, or somethinâ?â He lightheartedly joked with a chuckle.
You pulled back to look at him with snorted laughter. His lips had quirked up into a playful grin.
This was a side of Rhett that anyone was rarely privy to. He was humorous and so deeply loving. Any laughter that came from him sang like a sweet serenade to your ears.
This was the Rhett that you wanted to share a home with, share a child with, and share the rest of your life with. When you would go downstairs to eat dinner with his family, a large portion of him would shut off. You wanted to see him be whole.
But this moment, in this small and rickety bathroom, gave you a glimmer into a blossoming and loving life with Rhett.
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Yellow Soul: Chapter Eight
Pear

Chapter Summary: With Trevor Tillerson missing, you are pulled back into the tangle of secrets, regrets, and the Abbott family you once tried to leave behind.
Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader
Warnings: Minors DNI- A lot of angst and yearning (but other than that a fairly tame chapter)
Word Count: 3,800ish
A/N: Oh besties do I have something in store for you. Don't you just love heartbreaking internal conflict? Will they, wont they??? Don't worry though I'm already cooking up the next chapter <3
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It was Friday and Trevor Tillerson was missing.Â
While your dad was flipping through the channels he stopped on the local news. The practically decrepit newscaster (a man you had met three or four times, heâd rather die than retire) in a fitted suit saying something about how a little girl in Casper, Wyoming had been missing for over a month.Â
Her parents, he said, were ânot giving up hope.â It was a script that was familiar to you, all reporters using the same one for every disappearance.Â
Upon hearing this your mother shouted from the pantry the news about Trevor Tillerson.
âWhat?â You whipped your head towards her, standing up from where you were fiddling with the sleeve of your dadâs oxygen tank. But you just saw him. And although Rhett left him in bad shape certainly it wasn't that bad? Surely he must just be in the town over or something.Â
Or something else easily explainable.Â
âJennifer told me when I went to go get your dadâs medication earlier.â Your mom shrugs and acts like itâs the most plain thing in the world. Your mind flashes back to Wednesday night, his body slumped to the ground and bleeding. The image made you shiver and you pushed it away, turning down the volume a bit on the too loud TV.Â
The action makes your dad grunt in protest, a shaky hand grasping the remote and turning it up one, a compromise.Â
It brings a slight smile to your face and you leave him to go look at the grocery list your mom made. She was still in the pantry on a wobbly step ladder, rifling through boxes of cereal and throwing them into the silver garbage bin below.Â
âWhy?â You ask as you step into the pantry with her, looking at the boxes in the trash.
âWhy what? Cereal or Trevor Tillerson?â
The question makes you bark out a laugh, despite the unfortunate circumstances, âCereal.â You clarify.
âEvery grandkid needs their own cereal. But all of âem end up just eating the marshmallows out of the Lucky Charms.â She grumbles in response, throwing the last box down and stepping off the ladder with a huff.Â
âAh, I see.â You say and follow her out, leaning on the cold kitchen counter as she writes down the last few items on her list. Her handwriting, once enviably perfect, had grown shaky. The loopy, elegant Oâs of your childhood now looked sharp and slivered, like cat eyes. You used to copy her handwriting on school reports. It never stuck.
âThis all?â You ask and pick up the loose leaf paper, scanning the items on the list. Your mother nods and hands you her card.Â
You took it, though you didnât plan to use it. You never spent her money when you could help it.
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You park on a side street close to the pharmacy, making a quick stop to grab a prescription that hadnât been ready earlier. The sun was shining and it was warm despite a slight breeze in the air.Â
Inside, it was practically deserted. The sterile white walls and tall shelves formed a maze leading to the counter. Jennifer was busy with another woman who had shiny golden hair that looked unbrushed. Standing closer you notice she smells like campfire, smoke clinging to her colorful clothes.Â
You busied yourself by playing with a loose thread on the cuff of your sweatshirt, only glancing up when their conversation faded. The hippie woman turned, gave you a quick smile, and brushed past. You can't help but notice her unique white teeth.Â
Up at the counter Jennifer grabs the orange bottles on a shelf behind her, packaging them up in front of you.Â
âFifty-four dollars even, insurance paid for the rest.â She smiles and you nod, pulling out your card and rubbing the raised numbers anxiously as you wait for the card reader to turn on. You thought about asking her about Trevor, how she knew about him leaving town.Â
But the words dried up in your throat. You didnât want to know the answer. Not here. Not now.
Some clouds have covered the sun by the time you leave the pharmacy, dulling the atmosphere. Looking up, you try and decide if itâs going to rain. The clouds werenât ominous, just lazy. Maybe itâd blow over.
Then you saw him.Â
Rhett was leaving the bank and heading towards his truck. Your heart leaps into your throat. He was a ways off, taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair before replacing it.Â
âRhett!â The word came out wrong, your voice too high, too sudden. It didnât even sound like your voice, and you regret calling his name almost immediately as you watch him stop dead in his tracks, whipping his head around to see who called him.Â
When his eyes meet yours, you shrink under his gaze and he looks over his shoulder again, as if to see if anyone was watching him. Rhett starts to walk towards you cautiously, as if you were going to bite him or someone (or something) was watching him.Â
You meet him halfway, clenching that white paper bag in your fist. With every step you can hear the pills clink against their plastic container.Â
âWhatâre you doinâ here?â Rhett asks, his voice hushed. His eyebrow is bruised from the fight and his lip is cut, but your mind flashes to the memory of how he left Trevor bleeding on the ground.Â
âDid you hear what happened to Trevor?â You start, completely ignoring his question. Rhettâs Adam's apple bobs and he visibly tenses at your question.Â
âI didâŠâ He hesitates and you raise your eyebrows, urging him to go on. He searches your face, his baby blues tracing your features, âI actually wanted to talk to you about that.âÂ
You suck in a sharp breath through your nose, eyes dropping to the ground. A leaden feeling settled in your stomach. You didnât want to talk about that night. Or what you said. Or what he did, âListen, I really need to go to the grocery store for my dad-â
âIt'll be quick.â He grasps your elbow as if you would run away. The touch jolts you like a live wire and you look down at his rough, callused hand before trailing your eyes up his arm and to his face. Heâs staring at his own hand, as if surprised he was touching you.Â
âYou know uh⊠How the Tillersonâs can be.â He dropped his hand to his side and looked anywhere but your eyes, as if he was scared what he would find there. Something was terribly off with him, something that you couldn't quite figure out.Â
You nod simply. Someone would have to live two towns over to not know about the Tillersonâs and their⊠demeanor. Their history was well known within the sleepy town of Wabang.Â
âTruthfully Iâm not too proud of the way I acted Wednesday.â Rhett went on. âAnd Iâd really appreciate it if you could⊠keep quiet. About what happened.â
âWell you know I think Maria saw the whole thing too so you-â You looked away. Your words came out wrong, too smooth, too helpful. Not like you at all.
âThatâs actually the reason Iâm in town today.â Rhett interrupted and threw a thumb over his shoulder. It didnât take a genius to realize he was gesturing to where you saw him walk out of. But, it still took you a second to process that he was in there.Â
With her.Â
Sharp, unreasonable jealousy burned in your chest. You tried to swallow it down. You were too old for that. Whatever that meant.
âOh! I didn't realize she worked at the bank.â You sounded stupid and your cheeks were burning in embarrassment. Honestly, you wished more than anything for a car to make a wrong turn and run you over right then.Â
âHowâs your dad?â The question surprised you, all prayers to God abandoned as your eyes found his once again.Â
âStill sick⊠Heâd love a visit, though. Heâs bored outta his mind at home.â The words tumbled out too fast.
âYou sure that wouldnât be weird?â Rhett cocked his head in confusion.
You snorted in response. âWhy would it be weird?â The question hung between you for a moment, swelling with all the memories of why. Of course it would be weird. âJust text me if you plan on coming over. Or I can text you when Iâm over.â You played it cool, convincing yourself that it was only weird if you made it weird.
âYeah sure, I got a new number though so-â Rhett starts, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âHere.â You pull your phone from your back pocket and unlock it, swiping and clicking to add a new contact before holding the phone out to him.Â
Rhett took your phone, his fingers brushing yours. You pretended not to notice, but the warmth of his skin stayed like a fingerprint. He typed slowly, like the numbers were harder to remember than they should be, then handed it back.
On instinct, you look down at his saved contact. Rhett Abbott. As if you would forget the last name you were destined to have six years ago.Â
âIâll text you first,â he says.
âNew number, though. Remember?â You tap your nails on the back of your phone and hold it up.
That makes him smile, crooked and a little sad. You used to run your thumb across that exact smile like it was something you owned.
Rhett mirrors your earlier actions, handing you his phone. He steps closer this time, just slightly, and your breath catches before you can stop it. Youâre toe to toe. He could kiss you, if you hadnât left. If you werenât both standing here like you were about to start something and end it in the same breath.
You type your number along with your first name, no last name. Just something simple before handing it back to him. You realize heâs looking at you like he wants to say something else. Like thereâs a thread between your rib cages and heâs not sure if pulling it will unravel everything or finally tie it all back together.
âWas good seeinâ you.â The trance is broken by Rhettâs deep drawl.
All you can do is nod in agreement, clutching the white paper sack tighter in your sweaty palm. You want to say you too. You want to say donât go. You want to say when are you free next?
Rhett leaves and it hurts more than it should. A crow screeches overhead, its black body perched on a swaying powerline. It caws again, seemingly sneering at you, teasing you as it flies away.Â
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Cheap beer spilled down the side of the solo cup and over your knuckles as you walked up the creaky metal stairs to the bleachers. The sun is low, caught somewhere between gold and rust, casting long shadows across the seats. People fan themselves with programs or their hats, boots propped on rails, knees pressed close under crowded seating. Denim on denim, the occasional rhinestone glinting in the sun. Everyone smells faintly like leather and hay.
âUgh I hope we see that guy again tonightâŠâ Madison mumbles as you find your seats. You remember the initial text you got that brought you here in the first place.Â
Rhett Abbott: Iâm riding Sunday night
He was a man of few words, and you would be lying if when you saw it you didn't let out a short laugh at the bluntness of it.Â
âMads, Iâm gonna be honest. I have no intentions of going after that guy-â You paused and took a sip of your beer as you surveyed the arena, âSo I give you full permission to go after him.âÂ
Madisonâs eyes widen as she turns to you slowly, âReally?â She asks tentatively, as if you were tricking her. It makes you laugh, the sound coming from deep in your stomach. Madison grins back, giggling behind her hand.
âYes really, I hope heâs here tonight. Just for you.â You assure her with a smile.
âHmmm me too.â Madison hums, turning her attention back to the dirt arena.
The air smells like a thick blend of dust, sweat, and sweet kettle corn. Smoke from a nearby grill hangs near the food stands, curling around strings of carnival lights strung up between poles. Thereâs a constant low murmur. Laughter, vendors shouting, kids whining for funnel cakes⊠but it reels in like the tide when the announcerâs voice crackles over the speakers.
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You were halfway to a booth selling churros when you heard her voice calling your name.
You turned, already halfway into a smile before your chest tightened. Cecilia stood in her usual garb, dark denim jacket with embroidered paisley print on the cuffs, brown hair hidden under a felt cowboy hat. She looked exactly the same. Maybe a little softer around the eyes.Â
âOh, honey, look at you!â Cecilia exclaimed with open arms like nothing ever happened, and you didnât hesitate. She pulled you into a hug that smelled like vanilla lotion and cigarette smoke.Â
âGirl, itâs been what, six years? You look good. Life been treating you all right?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice. She cupped your face in both hands like you were still twenty-three, still hers. A pang of want settles in your chest, twisting at your heart and reminding you of how loved you used to be by this family.Â
Then you heard boots scuffing behind her.
Royal. Sturdy as ever, arms crossed like the fairground was his personal kingdom. He gave you a nod, slow and steady. âDidnât expect to see you here.â
You gave a quiet, âDidnât expect to come.â
His eyes held yours a beat too long. âLifeâs like that.âÂ
A flash of blonde hair lingers behind Royalâs legs and you shift your weight, attempting to look behind him.Â
Cecilia notices you and turns around, letting out a soft noise of realization, âAmy- Amy come here.â She says and walks a few feet over to Royal who was seemingly keeping his distance from you.Â
A little girl who couldn't be more than five pokes her head out from around Royalâs legs, her tiny hands gripping his jeans. Cecilia pries her hands away from the fabric and guides her out from behind his legs.Â
The girl, Amy, had deep blue wide eyes that looked at you with interest as Cecilia led her over to you. Behind them, Royal took a few steps towards you as well, clearly very protective of this little girl. Perryâs girl.Â
And for the briefest second, it hits you sideways. That if youâd stayed, if you and Perry hadnât ended the way it did, that couldâve been your little girl. Kindergarten-aged. A child old enough to lose her first tooth, to ask questions about the world with her whole chest, to pick out her own clothes in the morning and still get apple sauce and crayola marker stains on everything.
You canât even picture it.
Youâre almost thirty, sure, but the idea of having a child right now, of packing lunch boxes and scheduling parent-teacher conferences, feels like trying on someone elseâs skin. A version of yourself that never existed.
You wonder if she wouldâve had your smile or Perryâs eyes.
You wonder if you wouldâve been any good at it.
âAmy, this is Miss.Madisonâs sister. Say âhiâ now.â Cecilia explained to her. You hunched down so you were more level with the little girl.Â
âHi Amy, do you go to after school care with Madison?â You ask with a smile and she nods, her eyes dropping to her feet, âThe cow on your sweatshirt is very cute.â She grins and touches the screen printed cow, muttering a soft, âThanks.âÂ
You are about to ask her another question when she gets distracted by something behind you, her eyes lighting up, âDaddy!â She squeals and bolts past you. Before you can even stand up you start sweating and you feel like hyperventilating. You felt him before you saw him. The air dropped five degrees.
Perry Abbott stood tall in a flannel button up with the sleeves rolled, hat tipped back just enough for you to see the exact moment his eyes landed on you.
He lifted Amy easily into his arms, his hand resting protectively on her back as she giggled into his shoulder. His jaw was already tight by the time she turned around and pointed back at you.
âGrandma says thatâs Miss.Maddieâs sister.â Amy exclaims matter-of-factly. Perryâs gaze followed her finger. It hit you like a punch, sharp and deliberate. He looked tired and bordering on miserable, the cut on the bridge of his nose and the bruise on his jaw only aiding his gaunt appearance. His knuckles are scabbed and bruised from the fight with Trevor.Â
It was strange seeing him here so tender with his little girl. When last time you saw him he was sloshed out of his mind and could barely stand on his two feet. You wonder if his parents knew about that if theyâd be disappointed in him at his big age.Â
âDidnât know you were still hanging around town.â Perryâs words take you back, so much so you're sure you make a face in response.Â
âHer dad is sick, remember Perry?â Cecilia answers for you, coming to stand beside you. Her tone is firm and warning, as if telling him to behave.
Perry walks past you, stopping by his mom, âShe doesn't need people flitting in and out of her life.â said low enough that Amy wonât understand, but you heard perfectly fine.Â
And with that, he walked, boots crunching against the gravel, Amyâs tiny hand waving over his shoulder like a white flag you werenât sure you deserved as Cecilia and Royal reluctantly followed.Â
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Stadium lights illuminated the kicked up dust in the arena, catching like glitter in your eyelashes. Madison had been giving you sympathetic looks for the past hour, ever since you got back to your seats and explained your run in with the Abbotts.Â
Her hand trailing down your back was the last straw, âMads stop it, really. Iâm fine.â You huffed and slouched against your seat.Â
âAll I wanna say is donât take it personally. The Abbotts been havinâ a real hard time since Rebecca left.â Madison held her hands up in a surrender (one holding her half-eaten churro), her body turned towards you.
âRebecca?â The name sounded familiar but not enough to spark any sort of memory.
âYou're joking-â Madison started, giving you a skeptical look. Slowly, it melted into a look of realization, her mouth forming a small âoâ, âWow you really don't knowâŠâ
âKnow what?â You raised your voice an octave, annoyed at her secrecy.Â
âShhhhh- quiet!â She slapped your elbow and leaned in close to your face as if she was spilling top secret information, âRebecca is Amyâs mom⊠Rebecca left like, nine or so months ago I think. The only reason why I know about it is because Amy hangs out at the school before someone picks her up. Poor girl.âÂ
âPoor girl.â You repeat quietly, nodding your head before looking back at whoever just came out of the gate, their bull thrashing and kicking. Though, Perryâs words keep swirling around in your head. She doesn't need people flitting in and out of her life. What was the story with Rebecca, the real story? A strange feeling overtook you and you shivered, hugging your jacket closer.Â
The announcerâs voice boomed again, pulling everyoneâs attention toward the center of the arena.
âAnd up next, weâve got Kenny Tuthill ridinâ Bad Medicineâthis bullâs meaner than your ex and twice as ugly, so yâall hold your breath!â
Your stomach dropped. Madisonâs head whipped toward you, eyes wide. âWhat the fuck did he just say?â Once you turned to her, her lips pressed together stifling her laughter. You tried to talk with a straight face, only muttering out a few syllables of⊠something, before the two of you exploded in laughter, tears blurring your vision as you grabbed onto her bicep.Â
âShut up, shut up! Everybodyâs lookinâ at us!â Madison tried to collect herself but you could tell she was only biting her lip to keep from laughing more. You buried your face into her shoulder, your body still shaking in laughter as Kenny Tuthill finished his ride.Â
âNow who weâve all been waiting for, Rhett Abbott back in the game after a slight misstep last week. I know yâall are eager to see our hometown hero ride once again!â
Slowly you rolled your face away from her shoulder to watch. The chute rattled, the bull inside snorting like a freight train behind the rusted gate spray painted with a bold #3.Â
He exploded out into the ring like lightning striking dry grass. Dust flew. The crowd screamed. And there he was. One hand in the air, the other locked to the rope, body snapping with the bullâs every violent twist.
He looked exactly the same. Only somehow more dangerous.
You didnât realize you were still gripping Madisonâs arm until she winced, âOuch.â she whined, pulling your hand away from her.
You didnât answer. Couldnât. Your eyes stayed locked on him.
Eight seconds never felt so long.
Or so short.
You don't even know that you are standing up with everyone else until you hear the roar of the crowd around you, all cheering on Rhett as he scuffles around on the ground, attempting to regain his balance. You hold still with bated breath, eyes flicking nervously between him and the screen.Â
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The number forty-four hung on by a thread against his back, the black vest a sharp contrast to his striped blue button up. Even from the bleachers you can see his expression completely change, his eyes lighting up and the corners of his mouth turn upwards.Â
Rhett turns back to the crowd, beating his chest as confidence exudes from him.Â
But then, like something tugging at him, his gaze lifts.
And finds you.
Itâs not immediate, not dramatic. No slow motion, no gasp. Just his eyes locking with yours across the arena like it was always meant to happen. Like he knew exactly where you were sitting before the chute even opened.
Slowly, as if not to spook him, you raise your hand up the smallest amount. Just above your hip and give him a little wave.Â
His smile falters, not quite fading, but shifting into something deeper. Something older. Like recognition. Like memory. His chest still heaving from the ride, sweat tracing a path down his dirt caked temple, but he doesnât look away.
Neither do you.
Madison says something beside you, but itâs muffled, a blur.
Because all you can think is God, itâs still him.
And thenâŠ
A nod. Small. Almost imperceptible.
But itâs meant for you.
Then he turns, swallowed back up by his team, by handlers and friends slapping him on the back.
And still, your heart hasnât started beating again.
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