#outer range

[theoraekenslover]

Oui oui?

I just got back from seeing Twisters and my muse is BARKING.

I’ve got some fun Tyler Owens x reader ideas but I’m also thinking of a reader with these two. 🫠🫠

Their shared history of bull riding?! It’s ripe for something good.

Stay tuned.

But also this asshole has piqued my interest. He’s tall, smart and kinda mean. I’m into it. 🙈

[vivwritesfics]

Gamer Rhett with glasses 🤓 👀👀

this all came from that bit where ben mears is in the library and he's got those chunky ass glasses on and ugh he's so pretty i would jump his bones like mike ryerson jumped him outside the church (i mean thats not really how it happened by c'mon)

rhett needs glasses

he doesn't wear his glasses

its a mix of contacts when he's out or he doesn't bother and suffers through blindness (it makes for an interesting day)

rhett mostly wears his glasses when he's gaming

(he has an xbox, we know this for a fact)

i mean, can't you just picture it?

he could sit close to his tiny little monitor and make do

squinting through (he's not gonna wear contacts when just sitting in his room)

but his chair is covered in clothes

so the alternative is lay in his bed

long legs stretched out in front of him

glasses on his face while he games

the best part is when you're there

tired after a long day at work

(in my head its ranch handing, but doesn't matter)

laying against his chest while rhett games

he doesn't really have friends he games with, so doesn't bother wearing his headset

just laying there, in his glasses, gaming with you against him

there has been times where you have woken up, forgotten that you're in his bed and knocked his glasses off mid game

threw off his K/D ratio

oh rhett is mad into rdr

literally got his xbox to play the second one

rhett's horse is named after his irl horse

you assure her that he still loves her when he's talking about the game

you get rhett into Minecraft

it's not an easy two player game on his tiny monitor, but you two make do

rhetts favourite nights are when he can game, his arms around you, holding you in his lap while he games

you read in his arms, stopping between every round to ask for a kiss

[perryabbott]

OUTER RANGE • 2.02 "Traces to Somewhere"

[gayzing-away]

Lewis Pullman in Outer Range (2x02)

[musings-of-a-rose]

I know I'm late but damn this was good! I love the way you describe everything. I can visualize it perfectly!

Animal Instinct

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 21. "This will make you feel better, okay?"

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Summary: When Rhett goes out hunting the wolf that has been killing the Abbott's livestock, he discovers more than he bargained for.

Word Count: 2405

TW: Werewolf AU, Reader is a Werewolf, Hurt/Comfort, Mauled by an Animal, Blood, Choking, Dead Animal, Reader is Naked, Detailed Transformation

Notes: For @ailesswhumptober's whumptober event

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Rhett swore under his breath as he climbed out of his truck, grabbed his rifle off the seat next to him, and slammed the door shut. He stood there for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, then he headed off into the night. Of course, he was once again the one sent out to deal with the jobs no one else wanted to do. 

At dinner, his dad announced another one of their cattle had been killed by a wild animal a few nights before and someone needed to deal with it before it got yet another one of their livestock. Perry immediately claimed he promised to help Amy with her homework that night, which everyone knew was a load of bull considering Perry didn’t even remember what grade his daughter was in most of the time. Yet, predictably, Rhett was the one who now found himself in the back pasture in the middle of the night hunting who knows what.

Not that he was scared. Rhett had been going hunting with his dad and brother for as long as he could remember and he learned to fire a gun almost as soon as he learned to walk. But there was still that slight unknown of what he might come across that had him on edge. He had seen what was left of one of the cows from last week and whatever had managed to do that was not something he looked forward to confronting, especially in the dark.

He continued walking for another ten minutes or so, tracking the path a few of the cattle had taken after their nightly feeding. Suddenly, he froze as he heard the faint sound of snarling and growling just ahead. Sliding his gun off his shoulder, he held it in his hands as he crept forward. Then, there in the light of the almost full moon, he saw another of the cows dead on the ground with a massive creature tearing into it.

It was one of the biggest wolves Rhett had ever seen. It had to be as long as Rhett was tall and even with its head ducked down devouring its meal, it stood taller than his waist. It lifted one of its massive paws and placed it on top of the cow’s side, its razor-like claws piercing deep into the cattle’s flesh. Slowly, Rhett raised his rifle and took aim. 

But as he cocked his gun, the wolf’s head snapped up. Its yellow eyes settled onto Rhett and its mouth pulled back into a snarl, large fangs glinting in the moonlight. Dark blood stained its maw and the surrounding grey fur, matting it into a gory mess. It raised its hackles as it lowered itself into a defensive stance. Rhett could tell it was ready to leap at him at any moment.

Rhett fired. 

The bullet hit the wolf in the shoulder, just to the left of its throat. Instead of retreating or howling in pain as Rhett expected, the beast roared and charged at him. Panicked, Rhett reloaded and shot again and again, each time striking the wolf in critical places. However, it barely even slowed its attack and it was on Rhett before he could fire a fourth time. 

The wolf pounced, crashing into him and knocking him onto his back. With powerful jaws and dagger-sharp teeth, the wolf snapped at his face but Rhett managed to jam the side of the rifle into its mouth to protect himself. However, he could still feel the hot, putrid breath on his face and he nearly gagged. He tried to wriggle his way free, but the wolf’s front paws pressed on his chest holding him down. He screamed as its claws dug into him and he could feel his own blood soaking his flannel shirt. 

With one powerful snap of its head, the wolf tore the gun out of Rhett’s hands and flung it to the side. Now there was nothing between Rhett and the beast’s mighty fangs. With a snarl, it ripped into the side of Rhett’s throat, tearing through flesh and muscle like it were paper. Rhett immediately fell limp as all of his energy shifted into trying to breathe out of his ruined windpipe. And the agony…He had been trampled, thrown off of, and gored by bulls on numerous occasions, yet nothing came close to comparing to the feeling of having his throat torn out.

Even the claws ripping into his chest, shredding his skin, paled in comparison to how much his throat hurt. He was about to die and he couldn’t even scream for help.

Yet, suddenly, everything stopped and the wolf disappeared from on top of him. Rhett wanted to look around and see when it went, to prepare if another attack was coming, but he couldn’t even lift his head. All he could do was struggle to breath. 

“Oh, my god…Oh my god! Oh, Rhett, no!”

A person appeared looming over him. Even in his dire circumstances, Rhett wasn’t sure what caught him more off guard: the fact you were standing over him soaked in blood that stained your mouth and spilled down your chest, or the fact you were butt ass naked. 

You lived in a remote cabin deep in the woods that bordered the Abbott’s property. Regarded as a bit of a recluse and “an odd one” by most of the people in town, Rhett had always found himself drawn to you whenever your paths crossed. You were shy but always had a smile or kind words for him when he’d approach you. He even managed to talk you into getting drinks with him once or twice and had hoped to eventually coax you into something more. 

But right now, asking you out was the furthest concern on his mind.

He tried to speak, to warn you about the wolf and the danger you both were in, but he couldn’t get a single word to pass from his lips. The only sound he could make was a strangled gurgling as blood bubbled in his throat. Yet you ignored the sounds he was making as you knelt next to him and pressed your hands to his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. 

With tears streaming down your bloody face, you cried, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it was you. I was just trying to scare off whoever it was but then you shot me and I just…I acted on instinct. Self-preservation. I never meant—Oh god.” 

You gently touched his jaw with one hand and Rhett felt the sticky warmth of his own blood stain his face. Nothing you were saying made any sense but he assumed it was from the pain and blood loss affecting his mental functions. 

“We don’t have much time before…” You trailed off as you looked around frantically. “I have to get you to my cabin. I have some things there that will help. But it’s going to hurt…you know, even more than it already…oh god, I’m so sorry.”

Suddenly, Rhett felt as if he was being lifted off the ground. But that wasn’t possible. There was no way you could carry him. However, any concerns over what was happening disappeared as fresh waves of pain flowed through him. Every time his body shifted the slightest bit, he would try to scream out in agony but all his throat could manage was more gurgling. Thankfully, he slipped into unconsciousness after only a few steps.

He wasn’t sure what happened next or how long he was out. But when he opened his eyes next, he was lying on a table in the middle of a dining room or kitchen. The walls and ceiling around him were all wooden and he could hear a fire crackling somewhere in a nearby room. He must be in your cabin, though he still has no idea how you managed to get him here. 

You hurried into the room carrying a clay jar, still wearing nothing but the blood that coated your face and chest. Rhett tried to lift his head, but the pain in his chest and throat almost made him black out again.

He felt you place your hand on his shoulder. “Shhh. Lie still. I’m gonna help you.” You held up the jar. “This will make you feel better, okay? It’ll help you heal faster and…” You hesitated, your hand hovering over his ruined throat. Then, with your face twisted into a mournful pout, you ran your fingers gently across his forehead, pushing back the strands of hair that were stuck to his face by blood and sweat. In a soft murmur, you continued, “And it’ll help dull the pain of what comes next.”

Rhett had never seen you like this. Usually, you were so withdrawn, keeping to yourself, eyes locked on the ground. But now you had an aura of confidence and strength around you as you hurried throughout the cabin, seemingly unconcerned with the fact you still weren’t wearing any clothes. 

He had so many questions to ask you, yet even if he could speak, he didn’t know where to start. So, he just watched as you reached into the jar and scooped out a handful of a greyish, clay-looking substance. As gently as possible, you began to spread it on his torn-open throat and shredded chest. Your touch hurt like hell, but as soon as the substance smeared against his skin, Rhett felt a tingling numbness leeching into his wounds. It didn’t take away all the pain, but it felt like cold water soothing a burn. He felt his muscles relax and he found he was starting to breathe a little easier.

However, the concerned look on your face didn’t ease. In fact, you seemed to grow more distressed by the minute. Rhett finally felt strong enough to move and he raised his hand towards you—just as a fresh stab of pain shot through his spine.

Arching back, a raspy cry fell from his lips—the first true sound he had made since he was attacked. More pain began to radiate from his back to other parts of his body. His arms and legs jerked and twisted into unnatural shapes, his hands tensing as his fingers contracted. He let out another scream as liquid fire burned through his veins.

A hand gently caressed his cheek and he heard a voice coo, “It’s okay. It’ll be over soon. And I’ll be right here with you the entire time. You’re not alone anymore, Rhett. From now on, we’ll have each other and no one can take that bond from us.”

He tried to ask what the fuck you were talking about but another spasm passed through him and he tumbled off the table onto the floor. 

As he pushed himself up to his hands and knees, he felt a strange stretching in his spine. Almost as if it were growing longer. His hips ached and popped as his legs shifted in his sockets and the muscles in his calves tightened. Suddenly, he realized his boots were much too tight on his feet and the pressure was growing by the second. Then, with a loud ripping sound, the boots tore apart. 

His face began to tingle, and he could feel a slight fuzz sprouting across his skin. It almost felt like that winter he let his beard grow out but not just localized to the bottom half of his face. Then, his nose and jaw began to stretch as if someone had grabbed him by the nose and lips and were pulling them, reshaping them like they were putty. His teeth began digging into his lips and he opened his mouth only for his tongue to loll out, hanging lower than should be possible. 

But then again, none of this should be possible.

With one final crack, he felt all of his bones snap into their new place with a last wave of pain that went through him from head to toe. Rhett squeezed his eyes closed and prayed for this hell to end…and it did.

As the pain subsided and his body settled into its new configuration, Rhett opened his eyes. The world around him looked different. The colors were more muted yet everything seemed sharper, more in focus. His sense of smell and hearing also seemed different. He picked up on things he hadn’t before, but that had to be because he was so focused on the pain before…right?

He thought, “What the fuck happened to me?”

“Your first transformation.” 

Another voice responded in his mind. Rhett jerked his head around, trying to see where the sound came from. Then, his eyes widened as the grey wolf from before—the one that attacked him—stepped out from behind the table. He started to retreat backward, but tripped over his own feet and ran into the wall. 

Frozen, he waited for the wolf to attack. Instead, it softly padded over to him and nuzzled its muzzle against his face. Rhett was stunned. What the fuck was happening? But then he looked into the wolf’s yellow eyes. Even though they were still so animal and as terrifying as they had been out in the field, there was something else behind that stare. And as he looked, he felt it. Though nothing changed in the wolf’s outward appearance, he sensed the truth hiding beneath the surface.

He was staring at you. You were the wolf.

If a wolf could smile, you did at that moment. And once again, Rhett heard your voice inside his head. “I truly am sorry. I never wanted this to happen but there’s no changing it or going back. You’re like me now, Rhett. A shifter. A werewolf.”

Your wolf nodded towards a mirror hanging across from him near the front door. As he looked, any last lingering hopes and denials he had been holding onto about his fate vanished.

Reflected in the mirror was the grey wolf and, standing beside it—you—was another chestnut brown wolf with an injured throat. He stepped forward and so did the brown wolf. Rhett let out a terrified scream and watched as the wolf opened its mouth, releasing a loud howl.

As he fell silent, a tear rolled down both his and the wolf’s face. Your wolf pressed her head against his and he heard your voice in his mind once more.

“Welcome to the pack.”

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[rocklnds]

it's all fun and games until the cowboy is scared of a little kitty cat [OUTER RANGE SEASON TWO ✵ EPISODE ONE]

[likearolloftape]

OUTER RANGE S1.E3 • The Time

[labyrinthofamind]

I watch the show for the plot. The plot:

[lewmagoo]

perpetually confused

[sebsxphia]

your (my) life with rhett abbott.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ summary: a life with rhett.

￫ word count: 680.

￫ warnings: mentions of sex, some angst, children and fluff.

￫ authors notes: this is a collection of daydreams i have about my cowboy husband. my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

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. He’ll 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, he’s only trying to protect the things that he loves most. That being the life you’ve 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 couldn’t 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, “Wave to Daddy, Bonnie!”

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 Rhett’s 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 couldn’t leave them completely. He’s still holding onto this deeply entrenched guilt, that therefore causes him to tether to them.

He’s working on it though. He’s working on himself.

He doesn’t 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.

“Will you be gentle with me? Please be gentle with me.”

He gave you the love that you so dearly deserved. He calls you his “baby,” his “darlin’”, 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. He’s so over the moon with you. He’s so profoundly and deeply in love with you.

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[vivwritesfics]

If Your Daddy Knew

The youngest member of the Tillerson family was so sweet, Rhett couldn't help but be enamoured with her. There weren't many other people he would risk climbing through the window of the Tillerson house for. If her daddy knew, there was no way he'd make it out alive (worth it)

Set outside of the canon events of the show

This man has my entire heart lol

Sneaking onto the Tillerson's ranch was stupid. That was why he didn't tell anybody what he was doing. It was a death wish, but she was worth it.

Rhett went around the back of the house. It was far too big, he had always thought, especially compared to his own house. The Tillerson family had just as many members as the Abbott family, yet their house was nearly double the size.

Fuck, there were so many windows. Rhett tried to keep himself hidden as he decided on a window. But it was all guess work. With no way to tell which one led to her bedroom, Rhett approached the window to his right.

He moved slowly, trying to peer into the dark room. But he could see nothing. Cupping his hands around his eyes he desperately tried to search for a sign that the room belonged to her. Pictures of her friends on the walls, the desk he knew she'd keep so tidy, sheets that were no doubt the comfiest thing skin had ever touched and a stuffed animal he was sure she'd have on her bed.

Suddenly, the door opened and light flooded into the room. Shit. Rhett ducked down beneath the window as Luke Tillerson walked into the room, the room that certainly belonged to man.

With baited breath, Rhett waited, unable to move. He kept his body pressed against the wall as the light switched on, light that shone outside of the window, and the shadow of Luke Tillerson's body approached. Rhett's eyes followed the movement of the shadow as Luke reached up and pulled the curtains shut.

It was only then that Rhett allowed himself to release a breath. All that time he'd been holding it, waiting for one of the Tillerson family, probably Trevor, to chase him away.

He moved to the next window and tried to peer in. But his view was blocked by closed curtains.

Instead of risking it and knocking his bruised knuckles against the glass, Rhett moved onto the next window.

This had to be hers. He could see the colour of her curtains, the bottom of them cream. But Rhett still waited, waited for any sign of her brothers.

But there was none. Nothing Rhett had to wait for. His knuckles tapped against the window and, seconds later, the curtains opened.

In nothing but her pyjama shorts and a tank top, she looked at Rhett. A smile split across her face and she rushed to open the window and pull him into the bedroom with her.

She pressed her finger to her lips the minute he fell into the room with a thud. They were still, waiting for some reaction to the noise they had made. But nobody knocked on the door or walked past it. Rhett supposed the rooms were so large nobody was bound to hear them.

He sat on the end of her bed and began unlacing his boots. "I missed you," she said as she shut the window.

As soon as his boots were on the floor she climbed into his lap. "I missed you too, darlin'," he said as his hands settled on her hips, his deep voice sending a shiver through her.

Her hands were on the back of his neck, playing with his hair as it curled around his ears.

It had been three days since Rhett had last pressed his lips against her own. Three long, miserable days. The groan he let out the moment she leaned in and kissed him.

But immediately she pulled away, so quick it had his hat falling from his head and onto the bed behind him. Her hand quickly covered his mouth as a series of quiet giggles left her lips. "You gotta be quiet, Rhett," she whispered and leaned in to kiss his neck.

She was teasing, not making it easy for him. His hands squeezed at her hips as she moved against him. But Rhett knew he'd never have her in this bed. Not with Trevor, Luke and Billy down the hall.

He slightly pushed her away from him. "This isn't fair," he said, a slight pout on his lips.

But then she climbed off of his lap and Rhett regretted saying anything at all. "C'mon," she said and grabbed his hat. She placed it on her head and sat against her pillows.

Rhett sucked in a breath. "Don't do that to me, baby," he muttered and laid beside her. He pulled his hat from her head, placed it by his boots and pulled her against him.

They laid together for a matter of hours. Or, it could have been minutes. Time seemed to stop and pass too quickly when he was with her. His calloused fingers brushed against the skin over her stomach, dipped beneath her shorts, but he didnt touch her, not in that way. His thumb rubbed over her hip.

"If your daddy knew, he'd kill me," Rhett mumbled and kissed the back of her neck.

She let out a content sigh and rested her hand over his. "I know," she whispered and shuffled back, pressing her body closer to his own. "Trust me, Rhett, I know."

"We have to tell him one day, darlin'," he replied and changed her grip to lace his fingers through her own.

She let out a scoff. "It's not just my dad." She rolled her, her hand against his chest, fingers feeling the beat of his heart. "It's my brothers, too."

"I can take them."

"I don't want you to." She pressed her lips to his neck as Rhett pulled her in closer, his chin resting on her head.

He could have fallen asleep there, holding her body against his own. She was close to it, eyes closed and breathing even.

But, when the hallway light switched on and the shadow of somebody's shoes appeared under the door. "Shit," Rhett muttered.

Within seconds the window was open and his boots were in his hands and he was leaping out of the window. "Wait!" She hissed, rushing after him.

Her hands were on the window, ready to close it. But she couldn't, not without grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

***

"Mornin'," she mumbled as she walked into the kitchen. But she could barely be heard over Billy's singing. She stole something from Billy's plate and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

Suddenly, Billy stopped singing. He didn't trail off, just stopped all together. "What is that?" He asked as he stared at her.

"What?" She pulled open the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice.

But Billy didn't respond.

"I recognise that hat," said Trevor as he walked over and plucked it off her head. "But, it's not yours. You got a boyfriend you haven't told us about?"

Fuck, she hadn't even realised she'd put it on. But wearing it, wearing something that belonged to Rhett filled her with so much joy. Her way of showing him off without showing him off.

"Jesus, fuck," came Lukes voice. "That's Rhett Abbotts hat!"

"Give it back, Trev," she said as she reached for it. But he held it high, too high for her to reach.

Trevor turned around, completely ignoring his sisters attempts. "Well boys, how about we go and pay Rhett Abbott a visit?"

[topguncortez]

our cowboys are returning from war (top gun)

[callsign-fangirl]

RHETT ABBOTT CODED

@delopsia @sebsxphia @rhettabbottscowgirl @rhettabbotts

[gayzing-away]

Lewis Pullman in Outer Range (2x03)

[delopsia]

Oh, to share a bed with him :( Do not repost without credit (reblogs are okay!) 🐂