#rhett abbott x sister!reader

[sarahsmi13s]

Family Legacy

whumptober day 10: bullied

pairing: rhett abbott x sister!reader

characters: rhett abbott, y/n abbott, cecilia abbott, royal abbott, amy abbott

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, murder, mention death, blood, bullying (verbal and physical), toxic family dynamics, violence and descriptions of violence, bruises, emotional and physical exhaustion, rumors, mentions of hospital, mentions of arrests and trials, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~2.8k

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summary: in small towns where everyone knows everyone and everything, it's hard to escape the actions of your relatives

You’d always heard about the families of murderers being shunned and outcasted for the actions of one person, but you never thought that it would ever happen to you.

One reason being that you never thought someone in your family would kill someone. 

Another being the fact that when Perry murdered Trevor, Rhett went to the hospital in the hopes of not being too late. But Trevor was DOA and both of your brothers were arrested, Rhett getting released because he was in fact innocent except for a few punches, but he wasn’t present during the fatal blow.

It was one person… and Perry was convicted, your family never condoned his actions.

But that changed nothing apparently…

Kids at school avoided you, even your friends shied away from you and started slowly leaving. You got looks in the hall, groups whispered, everyone tried to avoid making you angry. 

It hurt. It hurt a lot to see people you were so close to turn on you like that. For something you had no part in. 

But you learned to live with the stares and the whispers, just choosing to ignore them as best you can.

And you were managing just fine until the stares turned into cornering and the whispers turned to shouts and punches. 

You don’t know what you did wrong and you didn’t know if you could go to anyone because even the staff was careful around you. 

So, you just had to deal with it.

Rhett looked up as he heard the door open. He checked the time, 6:30, you were supposed to be home hours ago.

You walked past the kitchen, arm cradling your ribs as you turned to go upstairs to your room.

“Um, ‘scuse me, what are you doin’?” Rhett asked, walking toward you. You stopped on the bottom of the steps, turning to look at him, “Goin’ to my room, what does it look like?” You were tired, you knew you were late and that you had chores to do but you could some of them this weekend.

Rhett narrowed his eyes. You had been coming in later than normal recently, but today was the latest. He was worried. You started looking tired and more tired everyday, staying in your room more often than not and he ended up doing your chores for the day.

He crossed his arms and leaned on the railing, “What is up with you lately?” You looked down at the steps before closing your eyes and huffing before looking up at him, “Nothing, school’s been kickin’ my ass, so just leave me alone okay?” 

You huffed and walked up the stairs, mumbling to yourself, “Not like you fuckin’ care anyway…” “The fuck did you say?” “Nothing! Nothing, just I have homework. I’ll be in my room.” 

You didn’t give Rhett time to respond before you went up the stairs.

On your way to your room you pass Amy’s. You stop dead in your tracks when you catch what sounds like crying coming from her room. 

Frowning, you dipped into your room to drop your bag off before going to Amy’s room.

You knocked lightly on her door, “Ames? Amy, honey, what’s wrong?”

When she doesn’t respond you open the door and find her on her bed curled up in the corner. “Amy, sweetheart…” You sat down on her bed. “What's wrong?” She sniffled and shook her head, “Nothin’...” “Amy… c’mon it’s me, your Aunt Y/N, you can tell me anything, promise.” 

She sniffles and lifts her head to rest her chin on her knees. “The other kids are being mean at school…” Your heart shattered, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry…” “They say all these mean things about Daddy and that I’m gonna be just like him…” Tears lined her blue eyes again.

You felt tears sting your own eyes, realizing that Amy was going through what you were, kids of any age where mean but 9 year olds were mean to your face. “My friends don’t want to come over anymore, they barely play with me…”

“I’m so sorry baby, that’s not very nice of them. You know what they say about you isn’t true right? You are Amy Abbott, you are who you are because it is who you choose to be. A sweet, loving, caring, and hilarious little girl, don’t forget smart. You aren’t who they say you are.”

You gently wiped her tears with your thumb, “Does that make sense?”

She nodded before tackling you in a hug and burying her head in your shoulder. The force flared up the pain in your ribs, but you bit back the cry.

You held her like that as she cried still, falling asleep on your shoulder. You hated that she had to go through this because of her father’s actions. She didn’t deserve it… 

Not that you deserved it either, but you could handle it.

You sighed as you walked in the door, you managed to make it home on time and physically unscathed today.

“Look at that, you’re home on time,” Royal said from the kitchen. “Whatever boy you meet after school have something to do?” You exhaled slowly and looked at your dad, “I don’t meet a boy after school Dad. I’m usually in the library or I stop at the store on the way home.” “Mhmm, okay.” 

You huffed and rolled your eyes, before going upstairs. 

“Hey! Rhett and I are gonna need your help when he gets back with the hay.” You nodded, “Yes sir, just let me know when that is, I'm gonna get started on homework.” “Alright.” 

You went upstairs and tossed your bag in your desk chair and curled up on your bed. 

You were emotionally exhausted from the day of constant looks and whispers, you got the occasional shove, flaring up your rib pain from earlier in the week. You still got the occasional, “be careful around Abbott, she might break your windpipe” thrown around when you walked by. 

All you wanted to do was curl up, go to sleep and then wake up just for everything to be normal again.

Rhett walked in the door, dusting his jacket off as he looked for your dad. “Hey, truck’s in the hay barn.” Royal nodded at his son and stood up, “Go get your sister, she’s doin’ homework in her room. We need her for this, we’ll get it done faster if it’s three of us.”

The younger Abbott blinked, “Um, shouldn’t she be focusin’ on school work? We can do it just fine on our own.” “And it’ll take until sundown, since Perry ain’t here we need her. Go get her and meet me outside,” Royal’s tone left no room for argument as he left for the hay barn.

Rhett sighed and looked at his mother, “Don’t you agree with me, Ma?” She shrugged as got ingredients for dinner out, “I think you both are makin’ good points. Y/N does need to make sure she’s not fallin’ behind but doin a whole trailer by yourselves is gonna take the rest of the afternoon. I’m sure Y/N’ll be jus’ fine.”

He exhaled through his nose before turning and going up the stairs.

Walking down the hall, he got to your room and knocked before waiting on a response. “Y/N, it’s Rhett, ya decent?” When he didn’t hear anything, he figured you were listening to music or something. 

He opened the door slowly to give you plenty of time to react, but by the time the door was half-way open and he didn’t get a response, he just opened it the rest of the way.

“Hey, Y/N, Dad and I-” he stopped short when he saw you laying on the bed. 

He sighed a little and went over to you, “Hey, Dad and I need your help with the hay.” He rubbed your arm hoping to wake you that way, but when you didn’t move he shoved at your back, “C’mon, the sooner we st-”

“Ow, fuck!” 

You cried out, the pain waking you up, “What the hell man?” Rhett backed up, hands in the air in defense, “I didn’t do anythin’!” You sat up with a wince, “Yeah, you fuckin’ punched me in the back!” “No, I didn’t, I was tryin’ to wake you up. Dad told me you were doin’ homework.” 

His blue eyes scanned over you, taking in the tears lining your eyes and your breathing was calculated. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded before standing up, “C’mon let’s go.” 

Rhett stood with you and watched you hold your torso as you walked out of your room.

Something was up with you and he needed to figure out why you were lying to him.

Rhett looked at you as you sat across from him at the table. He noticed you grimacing and gritting your teeth as you slung bales of hay out of the trailer. And now you sat here at the table, poking at your food and shifting in your seat to get comfy.

He looked at his parents and neither seemed to look at you or notice that you were different.

“May I be excused?” 

Your voice, all though quiet, cut through the silent kitchen.

You had only plated what you thought you could handle, that way you didn’t waste what was on your plate. You weren’t hungry, the pain and exhaustion had zapped your appetite. 

Your parents glanced at you and then at your plate, “Put your plate and cup in the sink. Did you finish your homework earlier?” You shook your head, “No, but I only have a little bit left. I can finish it after my shower.” “Alright, go on.” You stood up with a nod and did as you were told. 

You gave Cecilia a quick hug and thanked her for dinner before making your way upstairs to shower.

Rhett watched you the whole way before sighing and turning back to his family. “Have y’all noticed anythin’ off about her?” Your parents shared a look and shrugged a little. 

“I mean, other than her comin’ home late, I ain’t noticed much,” Royal said with a shrug. He didn’t pay much attention to begin with so that wasn’t all that surprising. Rhett looked at your mom, “What about you?” She shrugged as well, “I mean yeah, what your father said. She’s comin’ home later and maybe she seems a little tired but nothin’ concernin’.” 

Rhett nodded, rolling his lip with his teeth, “Alright, jus’ wonderin’...”

The next day goes by fairly quickly, Saturdays are usually light during rodeo season. So by 5 you’re done and getting ready to go to the arena.

You hummed as you plucked a t-shirt out a drawer and turned to the mirror. 

As you raised your arms, you caught sight of the bruises on your ribcage. They were healing, green and yellow on the outside, red, blue, and purple on the inside. You sighed and just pulled your shirt down the rest of the way. 

Throwing on a hoodie, you grabbed your keys and left to the arena.

After his ride. Rhett went over to the fence to talk to your parents and Amy before heading home. 

“Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked, immediately noticing your absence in the small group. Your parents glanced around before shrugging, “She drove herself here. Probably went home after your ride.” Rhett shifted his a little bit before nodding. 

He thought that was weird, normally you’d stay and give him a big hug with a huge smile on your face. But he couldn’t be too suspicious, maybe you had some last minute stuff you needed to get done for school.

“Yeah, she left after your ride Uncle Rhett. But I think she was sad when she left,” Amy said, having watched you leave while wiping tears from your face. 

“Why do you think that?” 

Amy shrugged, “She was upset, I could hear her snifflin’ but after your ride she left pretty fast. I think it had something to do the people sittin’ behind us, they were sayin’ stuff but I couldn’t hear because they were whispering.” Rhett just nodded, clenching his jaw a little bit as his chest puffed with an inhale.

Well, that explains why you had been so different lately.

Rhett had tried to talk to you that night but you were asleep and you avoided him like the plague on Sunday.

On Monday he had done his work with you on his mind and hoped that you were okay. That it wasn’t as bad as he was thinking and that you were capable of handling yourself.

But when sundown came and you weren’t home, Rhett was leaving to go find you.

You groaned as you got out of your truck. Your body was sore and your face was throbbing.

“Fuck, tomorrow’s gonna be awful,” you grumbled as you walked into the dark house. 

Your phone had died so you had no idea if your family had been looking for you or trying to contact you. You were late, so late. 

You tried to get in your truck before you got caught, but you weren’t fast enough. This ass kicking was the worst. You were punched and kicked, pushed around. You got thrown into the bed of your own truck when they were done as words were thrown at you. Your ears had been ringing at that point so you couldn’t hear them.

When you regained consciousness, you got in your driver’s seat and went to the hospital, you knew better than to go all the way home and have no one even care.

Sighing, you opened the fridge and took out a beer. Everyone was asleep, it didn’t matter.

You cracked it open on the side of the table and sat down with a wince before sipping it.

You got halfway through it before Rhett stormed in.

“Where the hell have you been?” He asked immediately as he walked into the kitchen. “You were supposed to be home hours ago! I went out looking for you, where the fuck where you?”

You kept your head down, “Rhett, please don’t yell…” Your head was still pounding and your face hurt, his volume just made it worse. “I was drivin’ around. My phone died.” 

He stood next to you but you didn’t look at him. He took the bottle from your hands and poured it out before tossing the bottle, “Why didn’t you come home?” You shrugged, eyes fixated on your lap. “Answer me.” 

“Because I didn’t want to…” You mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Why not?” 

You huffed and finally looked up, “This. This is why, Rhett.” You watched his eyes widen as he took in the busted lip and bruises on your face. “What the fuck happened? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

You shook your head, “No, but some ice would be nice.” He nodded and went to the freezer, grabbing a towel and putting ice in it.

He handed it to you and sat down, “Now what happened?” “Asshole kids at school…” you said, defeated. There was no point in hiding it anymore. “Ever since Perry’s arrest and trial it’s just been shit… friends leaving me, people whispering, and then it turned physical…”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Rhett asked quietly, honestly hurt that you didn’t come to him about this. “We were all dealing with it… Ma and Dad are just kinda going through the motions right now, this can’t be easy for them either. Amy has no parents and kids were picking on her at school too. My problem just seemed smaller than that…”

Rhett shook his head, “It’s not…” You just shrugged and rested your head on your arms on the table. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t’ve gone to the hospital… you wouldn’t-” You sat back up, shaking your head, “No Rhett… you did the right thing. Please don’t blame yourself for this, it’s not your fault.” “It kinda is…” You reached over to grab his hand. “It’s not. I don’t blame you, don’t blame yourself.” 

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay..” “Okay?” “Yeah, I got it,” he said with a small laugh, making you smile a little. “I love you kid…” “I love you too, Rhett.” 

You both shared a gentle hug, Rhett apologizing when you wince a little.

“You need to go to Joy about this Y/N…” You swallowed nervously but nodded, “Will you go with me?” “Of course I will.” You hugged him again before pulling back.

“I’m not supposed to look at screens for a few days, but can we go listen to a movie in the living room while I ice my face?” 

He nodded and helped you stand, “Yeah, let’s go.” You smile and make a fresh pack in a zip-loc before going to the living room and snuggling on the couch with your brother.

It wasn’t going to be fixed in a day, but you felt better knowing that you had a confidant in Rhett and that he would be there for you whenever you called him.

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[tropes-and-tales]

Kind of a Sh*thead

(Rhett Abbott x F!Reader)

CW:  Angst; family-type healing; allusions to and threat of violence; bit of fluff at the end.

Word Count: 5256

AN:  This was originally requested by @elegantmusicdragon from a long-ago Christmas prompt list: "trying to hide their sadness during the christmas celebration" from the sad christmas prompts? Definitely angst...maybe with a little hope at the end?"

AN: This is the next piece in the "Mending Fences" miniseries, found here.

It will shame Rhett in the future, how long it takes for him to realize what has happened. 

That night at the bar, he sat waiting for you:  nursing a beer, his eyes on the door, ready to get a little loose with you and maybe head out to the open range and fool around. 

Then Maria appeared in front of him.  Like magic.  Like an angel spirited back to Wabang and right in front of him.  It threw him off completely, his world tilting sideways  He found himself dazzled by the fact that the girl he pined over for years was suddenly in front of him, smiling, laughing, touching his arm and squeezing his bicep while he subtly flexed it under her fingers.

It wasn’t until last call that Rhett surfaced for a moment, the spell lifting for long enough to remember he was supposed to meet you, yet you were nowhere to be found.

She must have been held over late at work, he reasoned, and even as he thought it, he knew it was a lie. 

It will shame Rhett in the future, but it will take months before he really feels that shame.  He’ll find out you left early for school, but by then, he will be entirely wrapped in the magic of Maria, dumb with lust and love that he thinks is finally reciprocated.  He'll send you a handful of texts, bland little things that you read but don’t respond to. 

Months later, when Wabang is sliding fast to a cold winter and Maria is gone again, disappeared as quickly as she appeared, Rhett will feel shame.

And you’ll be long gone.

*****

Wyatt wishes he knew what he was doing.  Hell, he’d be happy for an inkling.

When his sister and brother-in-law died, he didn’t even hesitate to step up and take his niece in.  No brainer.  Blood is blood, but Wyatt loved his sister something fierce, and taking you in was like holding on to a part of her even if she was gone. 

Didn’t hurt that Wyatt loved you for you.  That he had loved you from the first time his sister set you in his arms, a bundle only a few days old.  You’d set your wide eyes on him and blinked sleepily, then puked up a torrent of milk on him that reeked something fierce.

Love at first sight, it was.

But hell, love wasn’t enough, was it?  What did he know about raising a little girl?  What did he know of walking that tricky line between being overprotective and being too blasé, of giving you space but making you feel safe? 

Cecilia had stopped over a lot in the beginning, had soothed his fears.  Had reassured him that love was enough, that he was doing a good job.  He was kind and well-meaning, and you had been a smart kid who became a smart woman, and on the balance, he would have agreed with Cecilia and said he did alright.

Nothing about this feels alright, though.

Wyatt always guessed it was Rhett Abbott who left you stranded at that hotel when you were a senior in high school.  Little fucker skulked around that entire summer, scampered away like a cat with a lit tail when he saw Wyatt coming.  Something had happened between the two of you.

When you came back to Wabang finally, you took up with the little fucker again, and Wyatt thought maybe he had been unkind.  Ungenerous.  He tried to be nicer to Rhett, but the kid barely ever met his eyeline.

What the hell, Wyatt thought.  The Abbotts can be a squirrelly bunch.  As long as he doesn’t hurt her.

All those years ago at the hotel, Wyatt was never sure who it was that left you stranded and tear-streaked.  This time, though?

You confirmed it that evening when you got home, eyes unseeing as you charged past him, thundered up the stairs, started packing.  When he confronted you, you burst into tears and spilled the entire sorry affair.

You and Rhett, hanging out all summer.  You in love, and Rhett…not.  Not with you, anyway. 

Wyatt wasn’t stupid.  When you said hanging out, he could guess what you meant.

Seeing his niece hurt like that made him see red, but he has a modicum of maturity, which means he bides his time in most things. 

*****

Maria’s been gone for months.

You’ve been gone for longer.

Winter in Wyoming is no joke.  Wabang gets less snow than other parts, but the wind cuts marrow-deep, and the days are short, grey affairs.  The holidays could be a break from the doldrums, but Royal has been on a tear lately, lighting into Rhett for every little thing, so Thanksgiving, then Christmas are tense and joyless.

For the first time in his life, Rhett truly considers his future.  What his life may look like in five, ten, twenty years.  Will he always wake to grey mornings that sit on his chest like a stone?  Will he become bitter and mean, the way his father has despite having a wife and sons and a granddaughter? 

He sends you texts.  Little one-liners, asking how you are, saying he misses you.  He tries to feel you out, but you leave him on read and never respond.

Once, he gets blisteringly drunk and tries to call.  You don’t pick up, and he doesn’t leave a message.

By now, the shame has settled into him and made itself at home. 

He can guess that you came by the bar that night.  He can guess that you saw him and Maria, and that’s what caused you to flee.  Layered on top of the shame is an annoyance with you and your knack for running.  He may be an asshole but you’re a child to run and hide when shit gets tough.

Then, on top of the annoyance, another layer of shame.  Of course you run.  The death of your parents left you with that wound, the inability to handle hurt in a healthy way.  You flee and tuck yourself in a corner, tend your wounds alone.  It’s a flaw, but it’s understandable why you do it.

Rhett had been your best friend, and for the briefest summer, he was your lover too.  He should have been the one person to help you work through that fear.  Instead, he only cemented it further.

*****

March.  The leaden skies start to take on some blue, high up in the atmosphere.  The sun burns a little warmer.  The barnyard thaws into a swamp, and Wyatt has to handle the anxious animals, pawing and snorting and half-mad from a winter of cabin fever.

March is a tough month, though, because you call and tell him you aren’t coming back to Wabang for the summer.  You got a coveted internship with a specialty vet hospital in the city, and while Wyatt knows it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you, it’s far easier to blame that fucking asshole Abbott boy.

It’s easy to blame Rhett when Wyatt eats dinner alone each night.  When he runs a vacuum over the floor of your bedroom, keeps it dust free like you may turn up any day and take your place back on the family ranch.  When he studies the row of family photos on the mantle, sees his sister’s face and feels like he’s failed her in the care of her daughter.

He’s not irrational about it.  He knows he has to let you fly and trust you’ll return.  Vet training is a long process—it’s not like you went off to Cheyenne for a handful of bookkeeping courses.  He knows, deep-down, you would have always left for your schooling.

Still, that fucking Abbott boy has built up a tab, in Wyatt’s eyes.  March is when that tab comes due.

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He knows the boy drinks at the Double Deuces.  It’s common gossip how he overdoes it and either gets ornery with the Tillerson’s or pukes himself silly in the parking lot.  There’s whispers of the fights between Royal and the boy, how the elder Abbott is tired of bailing out his youngest son, though no one would ever accuse Royal of having any patience, especially where Rhett is concerned.

If it were anyone else—any other dickhead young buck—Wyatt would chuckle in sympathy.  He used to do the same when he was younger.  He knows what the Wabang drunk tank looks like.  Hell, maybe his name is still there—he scratched it into the pea-green paint of the wall decades back to commemorate his first overnight stay.

But Wyatt doesn’t confront Rhett at the Double Deuces.  He doesn’t seek him out at all.

Rhett comes to him.

It’s a Saturday night, and Wyatt is lazing in front of the TV, watching the recaps of the week’s basketball games.  He’s half-asleep when he hears the heavy, scuffing tread of boots on his porch, then a thumping fist at the door.

When he peeks out of the window to see who it is, it’s the fucking asshole.  Rhett sways unsteady on his feet.  Wyatt opens the door, and he can smell the reek of cheap beer and brown liquor.  When he peers out farther, he can see where the fucking asshole parked his truck, half in the driveway and half in the yard, the tires sunk deep in the soft spring turf.

“You drive here like that?” Wyatt asks, though it’s obvious.

The kid nods.

Wyatt sighs, scrubs his hand over his jaw.  “Tell me you came from next door.  Tell me you were drinking at home and not out on the roads fucking loaded.”

Rhett stares at him, his eyes bleary and blood-shot, his blinks slow and deliberate.  “Came from t’bar,” he slurs.

“Fucking prick.”  Wyatt breathes it out. 

His vision wavers for a moment, the rage that courses through him is so hot and sudden.  He moves towards the kid just as Rhett sways towards him, and in a blink, Wyatt finds his hands on him, his sweat-dampened t-shirt twisted in his fists.  This close, the beer fumes make his eyes water, and when Wyatt studies the kid’s face, he sees blank stupefaction. 

“You fucking little prick.”  He pivots, turns, hauls Rhett away from the front door, down off the porch.  He half-drags, half-carries him, and once they are on the soft grass of the front yard, Wyatt shoves him away.

“Stupid, selfish.  So fucking selfish.”  The rage feels good, like a narcotic in his veins.  “You could have killed someone, driving like this.”

“I didn’t…”  Rhett sways on his feet, struggles to get his balance.  “Didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?”

“Didn’t t-think—”

Wyatt is on him again, his hands firm on Rhett’s chest as he shoves him in earnest, sends the kid stumbling back on his ass.  “You never fucking think, do you?  Jesus fucking Christ, my sister…her husband…they were killed by a fucking drunk driver, and you have the fucking balls to…you asshole…you fucking piece of shit.  You—”

But he can’t even finish.  His sister and brother-in-law, your parents.  Years ago now, but the pain is still fresh, a keen edge of a knife blade that takes his breath away.  It was after a rodeo, a random Saturday.  One stupid fucking decision and Wyatt lost his family, you lost your parents, and the rest of the world had the bad taste to keep on going. 

There’s a roadside memorial on the road out of Wabang that marks the site of the crash.  It makes that knife blade of grief twist in Wyatt’s gut every time he sees it.

Anger—rage—is such a close neighbor to grief.  Grief is something one has to feel, but anger?  That’s something to embrace, to lean into.  To do.

Wyatt advances on Rhett, his big fists opening and closing as the kid struggles to get back on his feet.  Wyatt wants to beat the shit out of him, wants to see him bruised and bloodied on the ground:  for hurting you years ago, for hurting you more recently, and now this.  For taking his life and the life of anyone else on the road into his own stupid, selfish hands.

Rhett manages to find his knees, and he kneels in the grass but can seem to get no further.  Wyatt towers over him.

“Get up,” he orders.  His voice is low, deadly, and his tone must penetrate the booze-fog because the kid tilts his head up and looks at him. 

“Get up,” he repeats.  “Get up and face it like a man.”

Rhett only manages a dumbfounded, “huh?”

“You wanna drive a big truck like a big man?  Drink at the Double D’s like a big fucking man?  You wanna fuck around with my niece and break her fucking heart like a big man?  So stand up and take what’s coming to you like a man.”

The kid seems to track Wyatt’s meaning.  His bleary eyes clear a fraction and fix on where Wyatt’s fists wait, eager to offer some payback for his sins.  Rhett nods, as if to himself, and he takes a deep breath.  Closes his eyes, opens them.  He struggles to stand, staggers a little, but eventually finds his feet.

“Make it her.”  It comes out one slurred word, makeither, and Wyatt’s anger cools by the barest degree.  He unclenches his fists, holds them looser.

“What the fuck you trying to say?”

Rhett coughs, sways.  Coughs again, then enunciates, clarifies.

“Make it hurt.  Make sh…sure.  Make sure it hurts.”

Wyatt’s fists uncurl more.  “Now what are you—”

“Am.  Piece of shit.  I am.”  The kid sways more but takes a wide step, braces his legs wide to keep himself upright.  “Y’right.  Imma piece a’shit.”

As quickly as Wyatt’s rage came on him, it flees him just as fast.  He sees it just as clear as day, how Rhett Abbott ain’t a man.  He’s just a boy playing at it, fucking up as he goes.  Wyatt knows as well as anyone the sort of father the kid has, Royal Abbott is no model of what a man should be. 

The kid standing in front of him is just a hurt animal:  hurt by his own father, hurt by his own behavior because he has no idea how to not take out his hurt on others.

He waves his hand at the kid, a dismissive gesture, and he starts to turn away.  He is halfway back to the house when he hears the kid coming for him, feels the weak glancing blow of the punch that has no aim or power because the kid is too drunk.

He wants to be punished, he thinks as he turns back around to face Rhett.  He knows Royal is hard on his youngest son, can guess that the kid’s been knocked around plenty.  His own father…well, he keeps that buried in the past, but sometimes it pops up like a bad penny.  Like now. 

He wants to be hurt because it’s the only thing he knows, he thinks.  Like I used to.

Maybe Wyatt only fell into fatherhood because of a tragedy, but he gets more of it right than he will ever give himself credit for.  He faces the kid, and when the kid comes swinging at him again, spoiling for a beat-down Wyatt will never deliver after all, Wyatt only opens his arms and lets Rhett step into them.  The kid struggles for a beat but he’s drunk, and he seems tired down to his soul.

It only takes a moment for the kid to stop struggling in Wyatt’s bear-hug, then sag against him in exhaustion, then weep in dry, barking sobs that feel like they’ve been building up for his entire life.  And Wyatt knows exactly what sort of pain the kid is bleeding out because it was his pain, and his sister’s too, until they both fled their unhappy childhood home and made a happier one here on this ranch.

“Christ almighty,” Wyatt says after the kid calms.  He doesn’t let him go—he only gets an arm around his shoulders, and he leads him inside. 

No sense sending him home to his father.  He’s here now, so he might as well sleep it off on the couch.

-----

It’s less than a month before Rhett returns.  Maybe a handful of weeks later, the kid turns up on Wyatt’s step, sheepish.  Looking small.

Wyatt will never be clear exactly why Rhett and Royal fall out so terrifically.  Who can say?  The Abbotts can be squirrelly fucking assholes, back to Royal’s father and probably even further back, but Rhett finds himself kicked out with nowhere to go.

He takes the couch for a night, but the next day, Wyatt thrusts some fresh sheets in the kid’s arms and directs him to the guest room down the hall.  Past your bedroom.

“Might sleep better in an actual bed,” he tells the kid, his voice gruff.

“I’ll be out as soon as I can.”  Rhett’s ears burn red in shame.  “Just gotta line up a place.”

“No rush.”

“Seriously, I’ll—”

“I got plenty of room.  You ain’t putting me out.”

-----

Wyatt is never sure the right way to tell you that Rhett Abbott is currently crashing with him.  A month passes and then another, and he starts to feel guilty that the kid who broke your heart has been living down the hall from your childhood bedroom, sitting at your kitchen table.  That he parks his truck beside yours, and that he’s caught the kid—more than once—lingering by your bedroom door, lingering by your truck, like your ghost might manifest if he stands still enough.

Every time you call.  Each Facetime.  Wyatt wants to say something and doesn’t.

Wyatt ends up taking the coward’s way out:  he sends you an email.  Keeps it short and sweet, apologizes for not saying anything sooner.  He alludes to the situation between father and son, but clarifies that Rhett is in no way forgiven for how he treated you.  It’s just that the kid needed a soft place to land, and he had the ability to help, so he felt it was his God-given duty to do so.

But I can ask him to leave, if you want, he writes.  If it makes you uncomfortable.  You’ll always be my first and top priority, kiddo.

It takes you two days to reply, but that means nothing.  You have a brutal schedule and often go radio silent for stretches of time.  When you do reply, it makes Wyatt smile.

I can’t be mad about it, you write back.  How many times did you look the other way when I brought a stray home?  I guess you deserve a stray of your own.  Might want to take him in for his shots though. :-) 

Wyatt grins when he reads your email, then glances over at where Rhett is sitting on the couch, watching TV.  The kid does act like a stray; he cringes the barest bit if Wyatt moves too suddenly or too close to him, but like a stray, he relishes the comfort of a warm home, food in his belly, and even the tamest praise.

You got a heart of gold, kiddo, Wyatt texts you, and your response is immediate.

Got it from my uncle.

-----

Through the summer and autumn, the two men fall into a rhythm.  It isn’t so bad living with the kid, once he starts to get his sea-legs under him.  Once he starts to feel like the bottom won’t drop out.  Rhett puts in an honest day’s work on the ranch, and Wyatt pays him.  The first time he presses money on the kid, he tries to push it away, embarrassed at what he thinks is more charity on top of the charity of room and board…

“You work for me, you work for me,” Wyatt said, blunt.  “Means you get paid by me.  Take it or leave.”

Wyatt won’t know it until years from now, when he’s an old man and Rhett has grey in his own hair, but this stretch of time—the two men working and living together—is when Rhett starts to learn how to be a man.  That Wyatt is the gruff but kind, slightly awkward father-figure Rhett always needed.

There are lessons embedded in their days working the ranch.  The lessons ease Rhett out of the fog of his life, the strange liminal space of being in his early twenties but still just a kid.

When Rhett royally fucks up a stretch of fencing, ruins a day of work.  Wyatt only grunts, shakes his head, then claps Rhett on the back.

“You can either take the time to plan out a job, or plan on doing the job twice,” is all he says, and he guesses that Royal would have belted his son into the dirt for such an error.

When Wyatt tasks Rhett with a simple rewiring job in the barn, replacing some light fixtures, and the kid has no idea where to even start.  He spends half the day sweating about it, a sick feeling churning in his stomach, until he decides to throw up the white flag and admit he has no experience working with electrical fixtures.

“Well, hell, kid.  Why didn’t you say something?”  Wyatt jerks his chin towards the barn.  “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

When at the rodeo, Rhett is tossed from the bull within seconds, a humiliating display.  Afterwards, his body bruised but his ego far worse off, Wyatt only chuckles at him, says life will throw you off like that sometimes and it’s the getting back up that shows character.

“You got back up,” he tells Rhett.  “That means something.”

“Means I didn’t want to get trampled,” he grumbles.

“Still means something.”

-----

Always, though, there’s the specter of you.

Wyatt catches the kid standing in the doorway of your bedroom sometimes still.  Peering in at the time capsule of your stuff:  the clothes you’ve left behind, the framed photos, the beat-to-shit stuffed bear on your bed. 

Wyatt mentions you in passing, but he never brings up that long-ago night at the hotel or your sudden flight from Wabang the summer before.  He guesses Rhett already feels terrible all the time, so why bother bringing it up and making it worse?

The kid eventually broaches the subject all on his own, just as winter descends on Wabang again.  It’s been over a year since either of them have seen you in person, though Wyatt Facetimes you at least once a week.

Rhett makes himself scarce during those calls, but Wyatt’s always had the impression he’s not far off, maybe straining to make out your voice through the wall.

In early December, you break the news that you aren’t coming home for the holiday break.  Wyatt would suspect that Rhett might be the reason, but your eyes practically glitter with excitement as you talk about a massive stray animal sweep you’ve helped plan, a Christmas-into-New Years take-to-the-streets movement to find and rescue as many street dogs and cats as you can.  You’ve been working with local Girl Scouts to build feral cat cold-weather shelters, and you’ve been raising money and donations, and you’ve built a strong foster network, and local clinics are ready to spay and neuter and administer vaccines—

Heart of gold, indeed.  It makes Wyatt tear up, first from so much pride it feels like his chest might burst, then from that knife edge of grief that his sister isn’t here to see what a force for good her daughter turned into.

When Wyatt breaks the news to Rhett later, though, the kid sorta deflates, and that’s when he brings it up himself.

“It’s my fault,” he mumbles.  “She’ll never come back if I’m here.”

“Not true.”  Wyatt goes to the refrigerator and snags two bottles of beer, then hands one off to Rhett.  He settles in his easy chair and studies the kid.  “You know she loves animals.  She’ll come back eventually.”

“She hates me.”

“Nah.  I don’t know if hate is something she can even feel.  Dislike, maybe.  Disappointment.  Not hate.” 

“She should hate me.  I deserve it.”

And then it spills out, one clipped sentence at a time.  The entire history of you two, from best friends in childhood to passing acquaintances to an awkward moment in a hotel that Wyatt now knows was not actual sex but just some fooling around that ended in cruel words.  When Rhett gets to the part of the story about your summer together, Wyatt holds up a palm, says, “yeah, don’t want the details at all,” and Rhett slouches against the couch and sighs.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her, you know.  Sounds fucking stupid, but at the time, I didn’t even realize what I was doing to her.”  Rhett glances over at the man, fixes his eyes back on the floor.  “Looking back, it felt like I was sleepwalking through that summer, and now I’m awake and see all the damage I did.”

Wyatt chuckles sadly.  He knows the feeling.  He has his own hurt women in his past, experienced the same sort of heartless sleepwalking. 

The kid shakes his head and continues.  “Wasn’t worth it.  Maria, I mean.  I don’t even know what I saw in her. 

“You were thinking with the wrong brain,” he tells Rhett.  Wyatt may have no lost love for Maria Olivaries, but he’d admit she was a pretty gal.  He could see why the boys went a little stupid around her. 

“Wasn’t thinkin’ at all.”  Rhett says your name, a sigh in his mouth, then adds, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Look.”  Wyatt sets his empty beer bottle aside, leans forward.  “You gotta try to make it right with her.  How you square it up is up to you.  Maybe she’ll forgive you, maybe she won’t, but you gotta make an honest try at it.”

“How?”

“Damned if I know.  But take it from me, kid.  I had a girl when I was your age, and I fucked it up completely.  Even once I realized how badly I fucked up, I was too proud to try and set it right.  Now it’s been years and it’s far too late.  So you gotta try, so even if she never forgives you, it’ll set right in your chest that you did everything you could.”

Rhett stares at him for a long beat, then nods.  Then there’s a beat of glassiness in his eyes, near-tears, that Rhett blinks away almost angrily before he turns and clears his throat.

“I don’t mean to, you know.  I don’t mean to be a piece of shit,” he says, his voice rough-edged.

“Aw hell, kid.”  Wyatt heaves himself out of his chair and starts to make his way back to the kitchen for another beer.  He stops in front of where Rhett sits, slouched over, and he lays a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t think you’re a piece of shit,” he tells him.  “I just think you’re kind of a shithead.”

Rhett snorts.  “What’s the difference?”

“First one is a lost cause,” Wyatt says.  “Second one is just an idiot trying to do his best.  Like most of us.”

*****

Christmas day at a bachelor’s ranch is not as sad as it might seem.

Wyatt brings in a tree but they only throw some lights on it to give it a bit of cheer.  They build a fire in the fireplace, exchange no gifts, settle in and watch the football games.

Christmas dinner is a pot of Wyatt’s ulcer-inducing chili and a pan of cornbread.  Cecelia drops by in the morning with a plate of cookies and a handful of gifts for Rhett, but it’s just the two guys for most of the day.

Until you call to Facetime your uncle.

You take Rhett unawares; you call off-schedule.  You usually call in the evening but this is the afternoon, and Wyatt mutes the football game and take the call from the couch.  Rhett starts to stand up, but the man waves him to sit back down.  No need to hide out like he usually does.

So Rhett gets a full accounting of your life from you directly.  He can hear your voice, and you sound like you have a sore throat.  You tell your uncle about your big rescue mission, how it’s bitterly cold in the city but how you’ve saved so many dogs, so many cats, and how you can’t wait to head back out after you warm up a bit.

“I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas,” you tell Wyatt.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”

Your uncle glances over at Rhett, nods in his direction.  “We’re doing okay for a couple of guys.”

“You decorate a tree?”

“Just string lights.”

“The prettiest part of a tree anyway.  What about dinner?”

“Chili.”

You laugh, and the sound makes Rhett smile – when was the last time he heard it? 

“Happy Birthday, Jesus.  Here’s some indigestion,” you joke.

“Good thing the kid went to Costco and got a gallon bucket of Pepto,” Wyatt jokes back.

It draws another laugh, which makes Rhett laugh, which makes you stop and ask your uncle if Rhett is there too.

“He is,” Wyatt admits.  “We’re watching the football game.”

There’s a beat of silence from you that seems to stretch out forever but is probably only a second or two. 

“Merry Christmas, Rhett,” you say, and Wyatt hesitates, then tilts the screen so Rhett can see you and you can see him.  He almost doesn’t want to look but he can’t help himself.

You’re smiling at him.  Not as broadly as you usually smile when you’re delighted in something or someone, but it’s a medium-sized one that touches the corners of your eyes. 

It’s genuine.

It’s a place to start.  It’s a sliver of hope.  It’s not a door slamming shut in his face but a door left ajar by a fraction, and maybe Rhett can toe it open if he can just find the right way to try and square things up with you.  It’s confirmation that he’s not a piece of shit, just kind of a shithead, and if he tries his best, maybe that will be enough.

“Merry Christmas,” he replies, and if you notice the gruffness in his voice, you don’t react.

“Thanks.” 

Wyatt holds his phone there a moment, starts to turn it back to him, but Rhett blurts out, “be careful out there, okay?” so Wyatt turns it back.

Your smile grows the barest bit.  “Will do.”  A pause.  “Don’t let my uncle work you too hard.”

A toe in the door.  A sliver of hope.  The fire snaps in the fireplace and the string lights twinkle on the tree, and Rhett may be an idiot just trying his best, but maybe that’s enough.

“I barely work at all,” he jokes.  “Gotta leave plenty of work for you when you come back.”

It makes you chuckle.  It’s not a laugh, but it’s something.

“In that case, Uncle Wyatt, work him into the ground,” you joke back, and Wyatt turns his phone back to him this time, and Rhett is left with perhaps a bit more than a sliver of hope.  He leans back against the couch and thinks that yes, maybe he can salvage this after all. 

Maybe trying his best will be enough.

[hederasgarden]

Lewis Pullman Characters Masterlist

Outer Range

Oneshots

My Favorite Mistake (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.8K)

Half the reason you’re in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is because you’ve always been bad at choosing men. You expect Rhett Abbott will be no different.

Show Me The Ropes (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1K)

Rhett’s talents with roping and knot tying translate well in the bedroom.

The Trouble With Books (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.2K)

You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.

I’ll Be Your Fantasy (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 2.4K)

Sequel to The Trouble With Books. Rhett helps you play out a new fantasy.

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.5K) Rhett’s a handsy drunk, not that you mind.

Cowboy Trouble (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Rip Wheeler | Explicit l 3K)

When your boyfriend loses a game of poker, Rip Wheeler claims a night with you as the reward. 

Drabbles

Take The Weight of Me (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 570)

You go to Rhett when you don’t want to think anymore.

I get on my knees, but it ain’t to pray (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 700)

In the darkness behind the bar, you find yourself on your knees, ready to take everything Rhett has to offer.

Learning to Ride (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 300)

Rhett teaches you the proper way to ride a bull (and him).

Oasis (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Gen l 650)

When you reach your limit, Rhett’s there to help.

Need You Now (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 650)

After the rodeo, Rhett shows you how much he wants you.

Take Me to Heaven (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell | Explicit l 700)

If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin.

Take a Breath (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 250)

You and Rhett experiment with breathplay.

Hiraeth (Rhett Abbott x OC | Gen | 400)

A strange hole on the Abbott farm upends Mae Collin’s whole world.

Series

Stand By Me Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbot becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you.

Small Mistakes New Beginnings Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

After you fall pregnant from a one-night stand with Rhett Abbott, both of your lives change forever.

Headcanons

Jealous Rhett

Rhett and Cowboy!Jake Crossover

Being Rhett’s Housewife

Teasing Rhett

Moodboards

Practical Magic AU

Top Gun

One Shots

All The Right Moves (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Gen l 1.8K)

Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. 

Follow the Leader (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Explicit l 883)

You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

Drabbles

Eager to Please (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Explicit l 400)

You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request. 

Catch a Fallen Star (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Mature l 350)

Mermaid!reader x Sailor!Bob. He’s the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly.

No Wingman Needed  (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | General l 700)

When Hangman realizes you like Bob and Phoenix he tries to help.

Headcanons

The day Bob earns his call sign

A night of absolute devotion and attention with Bob

Moodboards

The Astronaut's Wife AU

Bad Times at the El Royale

Oneshots

Little Games (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 1.4K)

Miles knows it’s wrong to watch you but he just can’t help himself. 

Saving You (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Mature l 1K)

Miles has done a lot of bad things in his life but saving you isn’t one of them.

Series

You Can Check Out Any Time You Like (Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader | Explicit | Ongoing)

Your life changes the night a mysterious stranger rescues you, but you'll soon learn that salvation comes at a deep cost.

Drabbles

Sleeping Beauty (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 820)

Sometimes it’s easier for Miles when you’re quiet.

Press Play

The Small Things (Harrison Knott x Plus Size!Librarian!F!Reader | Mature | Ongoing Series)

A chance encounter on the first day of your new job leads to something wonderful and unexpected

♡Main Masterlist♡

[purelyfiction]

miami vice || rhett abbott

Rhett Abbott x F!Reader

Word Count: 3,015 words

Summary: tailgates and trucker hats and drinky decisions. that's all.

Content Warning:  HEY!! THIS HAS SMUT!! So if you’re under 18 pleaseeee go away. (brother's best friend, f fingering, choking, oral f receiving, missionary, safe sex, CNC because drunk, strangers to lovers, possession kink if you squint?)

Author Note: hey bitches i'm not dead - jk ily all sorry. if you can't tell i'm self indulgent and needed to put this horny energy somewhere other than my head. enjoy.

"HEADS UP!" You barely register the sound before a sand filled bag clocks you right across the top of your eye, making you curse and drop your beer, hand flying up to your eye. The voice has traveled from the other side of the tent to land in front of you, a large hand taking your shoulder. "shit, i'm so sorry 'bout that."

Finally blinking away the pain in your eyelid, you can open both of your eyes to reveal the jackass who'd struck you - a jackass in a black sleeveless tank with a backward trucker hat. Your chin drops as you look him in very blue eyes, which are flooded with clouded concern. "You good? C'mere," his hand moves from your shoulder to behind your back as he moves to your side, carefully tucking under the tailgate tent. The male moves to one of what had to be a dozen blue coolers tucked under folding tables, pulling it open and carefully pushing the cold can to the affected eye. You've not said a damn word as he carefully settles the drink to your forehead, eyes still trained on him. "Real sorry, again I- my buddy's got shit aim."

"It's fine, I'll just go back to my place looking like I got jumped. " Your quick retort has him chuckling as he guides your hand to take the can and hold it. After he's sure you won't drop it, he's grabbing another two cans, large hands able to handle them with ease, extending one to you as he polishes off the other he'd carried over with him.

"You can actually drink that one." This time, its you laughing at you watch him crush the now empty can and toss it in a nearby hanging trash bag, clicking the tab to open it, foam coming to the top. Instinctually, you're dropping down to catch it with your lips before it can overflow onto his hand, the aluminum still in his grip. Withdrawing, you carefully navigate it from his hands.

"Thanks. You always treat the victims your sloppy shooter assaults?"

"Nah, only if they're stupidly hot." The forwardness leaves your eyebrows to pop up, the pain dully reminding you how you got here in the first place. The nameless cornhole vigilante reaches up to the tent frame, gripping to the accordion metal and leaning in. "I don't think I recognize you? Are you bummin' booze off these guys?"

"First you hit me with a sandbag and then have the nerve to question if I'm crashing a tailgate that isn't mine?" No Name points to your with an index finger while the remaining fingers keep curled around his Miller Lite.

"Good point. Name's Rhett." Nodding in response, you're carefully moving back to the cooler to toss a somewhat warm can back to the cooler, and return to your spot. Sorta. The brunette somehow seems closer - at least his face seems that way. You introduce yourself in response, and he laughs. "Dane's sister?"

"That's the one. This is all him. The RV, the parking pass - the booze I'm 'bumming' from him." Another sip of his beer blocks the view of his devilish grin. It almost matches the flames of the shirt he's wearing. "Where's the accent from? Definitely doesn't sound like it's from here."

He would proceed to explain that he's originally from Wyoming, and had come down to compete in the National Rodeo Circuit finalist events. That made him a cowboy cornhole viglinate. Rhett had insane stories from his events - like how he fucked up his shoulder on one of his best runs and rode again the very next day. When he ran out of stories - two beers later - he was happy to attempt to get revenge on his former cornhole partner for smacking you across the face.

"You're absolutely ass at this!" He laughs, watching the bag splat against the concrete. Bouncing along to a nearby speaker you turn to him when the other two start collecting bags.

"I gotta admit - I've never played."

"You-" His face fills with surprise and disdain, shaking his head, "How have you never- damn it, we're teaching you."

On the next turn, Rhett keeps the bags to himself, and feeds one into your hand. Before you can throw it however, his larger hand comes under yours, fingers skating along your forearm before getting comfortable under your grip. His chest is flush against your back, his scruff brushing against your ear as he leans in. Thick drawl gives you instructions about the power you want to put behind the throw, moving your arm along with it. Guiding your toss, the orange bag goes flying through the air, lands on the board and slides right into the hole. "Atta girl."

You end up losing the game, mainly because Rhett's cheating by continuing to tug you backward by the belt loop every time you take a shot to the board. Each time you looked over at him with a scowl, he would sip at his drink, mumbling 'don't look at me'.

The closer and closer to game time that you got, the thinner and thinner the tailgate group got. Dane had started cleaning up, his friends helping him put things inside the RV and his friend's pickups. Rhett still clings to you like tipsy velcro, his hand stuck in your back pocket as you try to help pack things away.

"Here, I'll dump out the cooler."

"Rhett there's still-"

"Oh there's still beer in here. Would be a shame to let it go to waste." Tossing one to you - which you somehow catch - he's snagging Dane's keys from a nearby table, pushing the first key blade he can find into the bottom of the can, duplicating the hole in your can that he's guided to the horizontal position. Dropping the keys to his feet, he looks at you. "Do I gotta teach this shit to you too?"

"You gonna cheat at this too?"

"Who said this was a race?" He asks.

"This is always a race. Three, two-" Both tabs crack open as you push the cans to your mouths, shotgunning commencing without a final count. As you tilt the can properly, you realize that Rhett has already finished his can, dropping it to the pavement. How the fuck- you obviously can't ask as you continue to chug, your throat working as you keep downing the liquid. Rhett's hand, coated in beer, carefully tucks under your chin, pushing your head further back, back and back.

"You can take it." If you weren't so determined to show him up - you would've sputtered foamy wheat water everywhere. You nearly choke thanks to the new pace, but make a smooth recovery. Dropping the can, you gasp for air, throwing your head back as you let the beverage settle in your stomach. Looking at Rhett, he's got a stupidly large grin on his face, upper lip covered in beer foam. You're about to say something when Dane comes out of the RV, calling your name.

"You don't have tickets right?" Nodding, the cowboy looks at Dane and then at you.

"You're not going?"

"Unless you're tucking me into your purse, Rhett - no." Dane slaps the taller male's shoulder before reaching down for the keys on the ground and pushing them into your hand.

"These are yours 'til we get back," Turning to Rhett, he nods toward the stadium. "Ready to start walking?" The mid-west male starts patting at his jeans, all the way down to his boots. Popping up to his full height, he grips your brother's shoulder much like he had yours earlier.

"I can't find my phone or my wallet. Let me go check the RV - I'll just meet you at the seats." Dane nods, and moves to the rest of the group, starting the trek to the metal building. When they're out of earshot, Rhett's hand tucks back into your pocket again. "You wanna give me the tour?"

In the most hasty fashion, you clamber into your brother's RV, showing off the kitchenette/living area, before leading him to the bunk areas, where you'd be sleeping tonight. Rhett's hand hasn't left your pocket at this point. As you show off the tiny space, he laughs. "What's so funny?"

"It's cute y'think both of us are gonna fit in there." Like a tipsy cocker spaniel, your head tilts at him. Fingers move to grip your ass through your jeans, before he spots the pocket door to the owner's bedroom of the mobile home. He's easily pushing the door open, a larger queen sized bed waiting on the other side of the door. "That's more like it." Before you can argue with him, his lips are latching to yours, hands gripping your hips enough to tug you flush against his own.

Rhett is efficient in pulling the jersey you were roasting in off your shoulders. The cowboy is about to let it hit the floor when you pull back. “Be smart about this.” You warn. Before you can blink, he’s thrown it to a side table and you back onto the bed.

“Or. You be smart and leave the commands to me.” A hand slides up from your lower back, up along your spine, soft finger tips electrifying the skin under them as he finds the strap of your bra. His lips busy themselves along your neck, wet and sloppy open mouthed kisses are soft and smooth compared to the sharp and coarseness of his stubble. The clasps are disengaged in quick time, and he pulls away from your skin to switch to the other side of your neck. Your bra- unlike the jersey- is discarded to the floor, leaving you in jeans that hugged you well, and sweat slick bare skin.

He carefully cups your breast, gripping onto it, a thumb rolling over the peak as your head cranes back. His kisses are getting shorter and closer and closer to your chest, until the warm and wet feeling blooms along your other boob, his tongue forming many shapes in the process. Your hands are eager to tug the backwards hat off his head, fingers carding through his hair, tugging with teeth teasingly scraping your skin a moan lifts from you. “Oh did my girl like that?” He taunts, moving to switch sides.

As he keeps mouthing at your tits, his hands busy themselves with your belt and button of your pants. It’s damn near expert execution, jeans swiftly thudding to the floor, no awkward entanglement to be found. His maneuvers leave you with only your panties left to hide yourself from him, but even then, a curious index finger runs along your pussy lips through the skimpy material. Slowly, he pulls the elastic free from your skin, running along it in a pacing line, smirking up at you as he moves to the edge of the bed. "This is such a treat, cause I know that stadium doesn't serve tacos." Adjusting to sit on your forearms, you stare him down as his lips start leaving wet spots along your inner thighs, a slight sound leaving you. "Did you just call my pussy a taco?"

An idiotic and drunken smirk floods his face as rough hands slide under the sides of your underwear. "Depends. Am I gonna starve, or are you gonna let me eat it?"

The surprise on your face speaks for itself as his hands free the material from your hips. His hands come to your calves, guiding your legs to prop up and spread apart. "Let me just set my plate here- that's just perfect." It takes mere seconds for his tongue to slide between your folds, the sensation making you somewhat melt along the duvet under you. He doesn't continue in his stripe patterns but in zig-zags, waves - patterns that tease you and just barely hit your clit. Rhett keeps this behaviour up until you're grinding up against him, his hands grabbing your hips. The hold is tight, and sharp blue eyes glare up at you, darkening as you whine.

"You're gonna stay right where I put ya. Y'hear?"

"But-" He snaps up back onto his feet, hovering over you again, his finger tips gliding along your skin and delicately wrapping around your throat.

"Wanna try that again?" It's punctuated with the slightest squeeze, the revelation that he was truly in control. You shake your head, and he smirks, his eyes locking you and your attention in as he catches you off guard, his other hand pushing a finger into you, thoroughly soaked from his toying. "Good girl. You just sit there and look all pretty while I take care'a you." His hand at your lower half begin to pump in and out, his other hand still decorating your body in the form of a necklace. "You are just the damndest thing I ever did see, know that baby?"

Rhett's thumb comes from the side of your neck, tracing along your jawline and chin before it taps your bottom lip. "Open up, my girl." You do as you're told as he dips his thumb past your lips, instinctively closing around him. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck intently - the digit stifling the moan that vibrates through you as he gets another finger into you. "God you are so fuckin' beautiful." It's muttered as his hand picks up a pace, your body relaxing and holding onto him tightly in two separate places. The faster his hand rocks into you, the more distracted your tongue becomes, he can tell. Which is why his hand pulls back, using the slick from your lips to begin rubbing circles against your clit, the feeling making you sigh in contentment. His lips trap yours momentarily, his tongue running along your teeth as his hands blindly work against you.

"Fuck, you are so wet for me, aren't you?" Rhett pulls back, the both of you catching your breath as pushes - in, out, in out. Your jaw slacks, trying to get an answer out. A particularly rough thrust of his hand drives his question again. "Aren't you?"

Eagerly, you nod, a gasping answer sneaking out. "Yes, god, I'm so wet, so wet for you, Rhett."

His hands retreat, moments from letting you finish with just his fingers. The male is rapidly undoing his belt buckle, slithering a hand into his back pocket, fishing out a condom from it. He sticks it between his teeth as he barely manages to get his hard on free from his boxers.

Part of you wants to ask him to let you put it on, let you admire the length that has sprung free from his jeans, but you know he's working against a running clock. Someone is going to notice he's taking too long. He didn't want to run that risk it seems.

The wrapper disappears somewhere. You're sure it remains somewhere in the RV floorboards, but as he's entering you, there's no fucking way you care where the evidence went.

Rhett presses into you, inch by inch, his lips playing with a spot on your neck. He stretches you so well, a hiss coming from you that times well with how he sucks a bite mark onto your skin. "My girl's so tight for me. Fuckin' so goddamn tight." His voice is low, gruff and right in your ear.

The smell of his body wash hovers over you, mixing with the newly formed scent of sex in the air as he pulls back, only to move forward again. "Sweetheart, you want me to move?"

"Yes, yes I want you to move-"

"Ask me nicely, baby." He freezes above you, staring you down, piercing blue eyes drinking you in like this. Sweat slick from the stale air of an RV and the Miami heat, tucked under him, captive.

"Please move, baby. Please, I just wanna come." The expression he makes strokes your ego in ways it likely shouldn't.

"Oh you're gonna come, I'll promise you that- you're gonna come." His hips begin rutting into you as he stands up a little further, hands coming up under your knees. Propping your legs up slightly, not fully extended but providing an angle to get even deeper into you, a sound escapes you, pinpointing exactly when he does. As his thrusts move quicker and quicker, your legs seem to slip from his hands, leaving him to reach up on the bed, snagging the nearest pillow.

"Hips up, sweetheart." A pant leaves him as he aids you to pop up, sliding the cushion under you. Upon the next thrust, and each one after, Rhett continues to hit the exact same spot, earning himself a rhythm of moans that time with his hips. "Oh honey, if they didn't know, they sure do now."

His hand drops between where the two of you meet, his thumb returning to do paces, sending you careening off the edge and into a blazing white haze, your body shuddering from the sensation.

Your cowboy continues his pace, no faster, no slower - continuing to ride out until you're nodding, encouraging him along. His pace picks up, his lips snagging onto yours as the sound of a cell phone comes from the floor. It only serves as encouragement for him, until he's finishing, his upper body hovering over yours as sloppy kisses and whimpers from him fill the soundscape.

His phone stops ringing, and when he pulls out, you remain trapped under him. Rhett gives you one more slow kiss before he moves to pull off the condom, cleaning himself up. "I think that big brother of yours is lookin' for me." He charms, pulling his pants back up, zipping himself up.

"Seems like it does." You offer, squirming on the bed, not ready to get up yet. Rhett pulls his phone from his pocket, nodding and confirming that's who'd called.

This time, your phone starts going off.

Simultaneously, his does too.

Then there's a pounding coming from the RV door.

[jungle-angel]

Play On Player (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: After the big game you and Rhett decide to have some fun in the locker room and at his place

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Warnings apply to all

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia @callmemana

The stadium was as loud as ever with the cheering crowds, the shrill blow of a whistle and the clattering of helmets as the two teams went toe to toe against each other. It was late, almost ten thirty as the game went into overtime, everyone a tired and sweaty mess, wanting nothing more than to go home.

"Think imma throw up," Bo Andreola groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Puke bucket's behind ya if ya'll need it," Coach Harris chuckled.

"Ain't nobody pukin yet," Coach Carter told him. "Still got two minutes left."

The whistle blew again and sure enough the teams went at it, scrambling to tackle, defend or grab the ball in whatever way they saw fit. Either one more touchdown or running out the clock would've done them good. It would be a close game, a butt-clencher of epic proportions. The whistle blew again and just in the nick of time. The smallest member of the team and a pledge to the Delta Tau Epsilon Fraternity, Rhett's own, had managed to earn the team a field goal kick.

"Alright, Abbott, Dutton, Andreola, get your asses in their and give'em hell!" Coach Harris ordered.

Rhett, Kayce and Bo grabbed their helmets and charged right in there, ready to kick some ass and take names before the night was over. Rhett looked up at the jumbotron and could see you in the crowd with some of the Phi Gamma girls as well as a few of his brothers. Foster and Cairo were both huddled together under Foster's big Montana State blanket, pulling you in as you waved to everyone.

Rhett could feel himself coming alive, a fire burning deep inside as he crouched behind several of the players. Rowdy Collins, the smallest member of the team, lined himself up and kicked the ball right through the goal, the crowd roaring with glee as the points went to the Bobcats.

"And the ball goes to Rhett Abbott of Montana State, he's got it, he's got it, just another yard and TOUCHDOWN!!!!!"

Rhett skidded into the endzone, rolling right on his back and landing with the ball right where he needed to be. He jumped right up as the rest of the team scrambled towards him, lifting Rhett up onto their shoulders.

The crowd went absolutely bonkers, the two head coaches in complete disbelief. Never in the entirety of John Carter and Kurt Harris's careers had they seen such a sudden victory. Proud as they were, they hadn't expected to have a cooler full of purple Gatorade dumped all over them once the team came back.

Family, friends, frat brothers and sorority sisters rushed the fields, yourself included, in the heat of their own ecstasy. Rhett saw you coming and caught you right in his arms, planting a heated kiss right on your lips. You didn't care that he was a sweaty, disgusting mess or that his gear was all covered in grass stains and dirt. All that mattered to you both was the moment at hand.

Rhett and several members of the team gave a few words to the reporters who had showed up, but you could tell that all he wanted was to get the hell out of there and go home.

"You ok Rhett?" you asked as he buried his face in the curve of your neck.

"Wanna go home," he mumbled. "Want you so bad."

You felt his sweaty, stubbly chin grazing a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The two of you moved your way away from the crowd, sneaking away unnoticed into the locker room where Rhett completely stripped himself of his gear, taking only his jersey to be thrown in the washer later.

You waited for him and finally he returned, completely showered off and feeling much better. He kissed your cheek first and then your jaw, finally trailing to your lips, humming into the kiss as you returned it.

"Wanna go back home?" he asked.

You nodded. You yourself were dead tired but thankfully there were no classes tomorrow and that it was already the start of spring break.

Rhett kissed you again, backing you up just ever so slightly until you felt the cool concrete against your back and Rhett's denim clad hips against yours. You felt him rutting into you just a little bit, that noticeable bulge in his jeans giving you just enough friction to know that you needed him......now.

"Wait, wait," you said, breaking away from the kiss just a little. "Home first."

"Why?" he asked, attacking your neck. "S'matter with here?"

"Showers are super gross," you answered. "Don't know what or who's been washed off in there."

"Oh yeah, right, right," Rhett said, suddenly pulling away and making a face at the thought.

You hurried out of the locker room and out to the parking lot to Rhett's truck, hurrying back down the road towards the Delta Tau house. No one was home yet and probably wouldn't be until the afterparty was over.

Rhett ran his jersey through the wash and set it on power dry before you came upstairs. God it felt so good to lay back in his own bed again after a game. He was still sore, but hopefully, he'd be able to take two Aleve and get a rubdown with the liquid heat in the morning.

"Rhett you up here?" you asked.

"C'mon in sweetpea," he answered.

And oh did you. Rhett's eyes went wide, almost black with lust when he saw you walking in wearing his dark blue and gold jersey......and nothing else.

"C'mere," he said, his voice deep and gravely.

You gladly went to him, straddling his waist before he sat upright and pulled you close to him. Your kissing was sloppy, open mouthed and filthy as Rhett whispered dirty, dirty words right in your ear, the tickling of his breath making that tingling feeling between your legs grow along with the wetness.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Look so good wearin my jersey......and no panties underneath."

You moaned as he attacked your neck again, reaching onto his dresser for the condom, biting off the wrapper and getting it slipped on quicker than you could blink. You moaned when he entered you, having not realized how big his cock actually was. Sure, you had seen it through those football tights he wore, but to feel it this close was a bit of a shock.

It was a blur of heavy breaths, intense thrusting of hips and filthy groaning before you and Rhett both came together, your heads resting against each other from exhaustion.

"You.......you're ......you're fuckin amazing," he panted.

You laughed, moaning a little bit when he finally pulled out of you to go and run the bath in the joint bathroom. The both of you relaxed and let the hot water run over the both of you.

"Sleepin in tomorrow?" Rhett asked.

"You have no idea," you chuckled.

Rhett laughed a little too as you both relaxed against each other, staring at the jersey that was hung on the door hook. Sure the game had been a nice win, but as far as you both were concerned, you were each other's greatest win.

[bradshawsbaby]

the christmas gift

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader

author’s note: based on this adorable anonymous prompt about telling rhett you’re expecting!

lots of love to all the rhett sister wives out there, and all of you who have made me feel so welcome in the rhett abbott fan club™️

warnings: pregnancy and tooth-rotting fluff

“Want to know the first thing I’m doing when we get home?” you asked with a grin, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you and your husband as you drove home through the gently falling snow.

“What’s that?” Rhett asked, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile. He took his eyes off the road for the briefest of seconds to glance down at where you were sitting curled up against his side in the cab of his truck.

“Putting on my Christmas jammies,” you laughed, resting your cheek against his shoulder and gazing out the window at the snow that swirled and danced in the bright beam of the headlights.

Rhett chuckled in response, and you could feel the vibrations of it coursing through your body.

“And you’re putting on yours, too, mister,” you informed him, poking him in the side with one very emphatic finger.

Your husband groaned in response, keeping his eyes fixed ahead on the dark winter road as he turned the wheel slightly in the direction of the cozy little cabin that awaited you, the one that you and Rhett had been turning into a home since the day you’d moved in.

“Honeybee, are you really gonna make me wear those itchy flannel pants with that damn button down shirt?” he demanded, feigning annoyance even as his indulgent smile told you that he’d gladly wear whatever you asked him to.

“Hey, you knew when you married me that you were in for a lifetime of matching Christmas pajamas, buddy. I don’t want to hear it,” you teased, nudging him playfully and giggling in open merriment.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rhett smirked, turning his head to drop a quick kiss to your forehead before locking his gaze on the road once more. “I don’t remember that coming up in the vows, y’know,” he added, turning the truck down the lane that led to home.

“Hmm, it was definitely in there,” you replied, tapping your chin as if in deep thought. “You must have been too blinded by my beauty and missed that part.”

“Well, now that is entirely possible,” he laughed, nodding his head slowly. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll wear the damn itchy pajamas,” he assured you, grinning widely.

“That’s the spirit,” you giggled, pressing an affectionate kiss to his shoulder.

“And after the Christmas jammies? What then?” Rhett asked, arching a curious eyebrow.

“Well naturally I’m going to make us the biggest mugs of hot chocolate that I can,” you told him. “And then…maybe we can open a couple presents?” you hinted with a big smile, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“Too impatient to wait for Christmas morning?” Rhett laughed, shaking his head as the truck bounced along the final stretch of road.

“It’s after midnight, so technically it is Christmas morning,” you countered, trying to make your case.

You and Rhett had spent Christmas Eve on the Abbott Ranch with his family, enjoying a nice dinner and getting the chance to exchange some small gifts with each other. You’d be back again for Christmas dinner, and Cecilia had even suggested the two of you spending the night, but Rhett had wanted to get home.

“Want to wake up on Christmas morning, just the two of us,” he’d whispered to you, peppering your cheek with kisses.

You wanted that, too. Especially with the gift you were planning on giving him this year. Smiling to yourself, you pressed a hand to your stomach and felt the familiar butterflies of anticipation.

Or maybe it was the flutterings of the new life that was growing within you, the one that you and Rhett had made together.

It had been so hard to keep this secret. You’d been desperate to tell him the minute you held that first positive test in your hand, but you knew you wanted it to be special. Rhett deserved for the moment he learned he was going to be a father to be a special one.

So you’d waited, albeit a little impatiently, for Christmas to arrive. And now it was finally here.

“Alright, honeybee, how about one present each before bed?” Rhett suggested, turning to look at you.

You’d been so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized he’d pulled the truck up in front of the house and put it in park.

“Perfect,” you nodded with a grin. One present was all you needed.

Rhett smiled, pushing open his door. “Come on, let’s get inside before we freeze to death out here,” he murmured, sliding out of the truck and then reaching up to help pull you down from the driver’s side.

As soon as you were both inside, shaking the snow from your hair and coats and boots, you were shedding your outer layers and dropping them by the front door, hurrying upstairs with a childlike grin and a determined sense of purpose.

“I’m gonna start a fire,” Rhett called up to you as you stripped out of your clothes and changed into the soft, cozy pajamas you’d picked out over a month ago—the ones that were very much not itchy, no matter how your husband protested.

“Sounds good! I’ll be back down in a minute!” you called back.

Before stepping out of your bedroom, you took one quick glance in the mirror of your vanity, fixing your hair and wiping at the small smudge of lipstick at the corner of your mouth. Your lips had thankfully managed to maintain the red hue of your lipstick, even after the four-course Christmas Eve meal Cecilia had prepared. You knew it was silly, what with it only being you and Rhett, but you wanted everything to go perfectly.

By the time you made your way back downstairs, a toasty fire was blazing in the stone fireplace, and Rhett had turned on the lights on the Christmas tree, which cast a warm and festive glow over the living room.

“Here you go, cowboy,” you teased, tossing him the plaid Christmas pajamas that paired with yours.

He rolled his eyes playfully as he caught them. “Only because I love you so much, honeybee,” he told you, wagging a finger as he dropped them onto the couch and began stripping right there, in the middle of the living room.

The sight of your husband standing half-naked in front of the Christmas tree, the light from the fireplace painting his skin a soft golden hue, was one you knew you wouldn’t soon forget.

Clearing your throat, you nearly tripped over your own two feet as you began moving towards the kitchen. “I’m gonna go make that hot cocoa now,” you told him, the warmth rising to your cheeks having nothing to do with the heat of the cabin.

A few minutes later, as you stood over the stovetop whisking together milk, cocoa powder, and sugar, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind and your husband’s lips pressed against your shoulder.

“Almost ready?” he mumbled in a low voice, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

“Who’s the impatient one now?” you laughed, tilting your head to the side as you stirred the hot chocolate in the saucepan so that Rhett could press soft kisses to your cheek and jawline.

“Well now you’ve got me excited for presents,” he smirked, nipping lightly at your throat.

Your stomach did a pleasant little flip at the thought of the gifts that were soon to be exchanged—one gift, in particular.

“Five more minutes,” you told him, smiling. “Go get settled and I’ll bring it in.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of it before reluctantly releasing you and heading back into the living room to put another log on the fire.

Five minutes later, as promised, you walked into the living room with two large, steaming mugs of hot cocoa in hand. Rhett rose immediately to take his from you, resting his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the chair near the tree.

“Alright, now it’s time for presents,” you announced with a giddy smile, settling comfortably into your chair and taking a sip of hot chocolate before setting your mug down.

“Remember, honeybee, just one each,” Rhett teased with a wink, bopping you on the nose with a finger as he reached down for one of the gifts that was sitting wrapped underneath the tree. “I’ll give you mine first,” he said, handing you a flat, square-shaped package and then sitting back eagerly on his heels.

You couldn’t help but smile at the excited look on his face as you unwrapped the present, which looked to be a jewelry box if the black velvet was any indication. You let out a surprised gasp as you opened it up and saw what lay inside.

“Baby!” you cried, carefully lifting up the delicate bracelet and admiring the way it caught the lights on the tree. The gold chain was simple and dainty and exactly what you had wanted. You hadn’t even realized Rhett had noticed you admiring it when you passed by the jewelry store in Laramie. “Oh, but it’s so expensive!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Rhett insisted, resting a hand on your thigh. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, honey, I love it! Thank you!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck. You kissed him soundly to show your appreciation, and then held up the bracelet again to stare at it some more.

“C’mere, let’s try it on then,” Rhett said, taking it from your hand and gently wrapping it around your wrist, dropping a tender kiss to your arm as he clasped it. “Beautiful,” he grinned, his gaze locking with yours.

“Thank you, baby,” you said again, reaching out to touch his cheek. “It’s just what I wanted.”

You hoped your gift for him was just what he wanted, too.

“Now it’s your turn to open a gift,” you told him, your heart suddenly beating much faster inside your chest. Rising from your chair, you ducked around behind the tree and picked up the box that you’d carefully packaged and wrapped just the other day, while Rhett had been busy working with Royal and Perry. “Here you go, baby,” you murmured, handing the gift to him.

Rhett smiled as he took it from you, waiting until you had settled back down in your seat.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he smirked, shaking the box ever so slightly. “Feels kind of light,” he joked, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners as he laughed.

“Oh, shut up and open it,” you laughed in return, squeezing your hands between your legs to hide the fact that they were suddenly trembling.

Chuckling, Rhett tore off the wrapping paper and slowly opened the little box that was revealed beneath. Watching him carefully, you saw his face slowly transform as he took in the present that was resting on a bed of sparkly white tissue paper.

His mouth morphed from a teasing smile to a slack-jawed “O” and his blue eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he stared down at the tiny knitted booties, designed to look like a pair of mini cowboy boots, that rested on his lap.

You noticed the way his throat tightened and convulsed before he said anything. “Baby,” he rasped, lifting one little bootie up into the air. It looked so tiny in his large hand. “Baby, does this—I mean, are you—”

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. When he just continued to stare at you, wide-eyed, you felt your stomach do another little flip. “Are you happy?” you asked softly.

“Am I—am I—oh, God, honeybee,” he gasped, placing the baby bootie back into the box and laying it to the side as he launched himself up off the ground and pulled you into his arms. “Am I happy? I’ve never been happier in my life,” he told you, squeezing you tight and spinning you around.

When your feet finally touched the floor again, his lips were on yours, kissing you with a mix of tenderness and raw desire. He pulled back after a moment or two, brushing your hair back from your face with a look of such deep love in his eyes that you momentarily forgot what it was to breathe.

“I’m so happy,” Rhett whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion and thick with unshed tears. “This is—this is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”

You grinned, realizing out of the blue that your cheeks were wet, though you weren’t even sure when you had started crying. “Well, it’s a gift we sort of gave each other. So we can go halfsies on it,” you giggled softly.

Rhett laughed at that, brushing your tears away and kissing you gently. His hand brushed down your body until it was resting over your stomach, his gaze shifting downward.

“So there’s really a baby in there? Our baby?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

“That’s what they tell me,” you laughed, resting your hand over his.

Beaming, Rhett knelt down reverently in front of you, pressing a loving kiss to your stomach through the fabric of the Christmas pajamas he’d teased you so mercilessly over. “Hey there,” he whispered, resting his cheek against your belly as you ran your fingers through his soft, honey-colored hair. “I’m your daddy. It’s nice to meet you.”

You laughed softly, your heart bursting with joy as you gazed down at him.

Rhett looked up at you and winked before adding, “Enjoy your time in there, little one. Come next year, your mama’s gonna make you wear some horrible pair of Christmas pajamas.”

He laughed loudly when you swatted the back of his head.

Rising back up, Rhett wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his chest, dropping a kiss to your forehead before resting his chin atop your head.

“I love you so much,” he breathed out, his hands warm and comforting as they held you tightly. “Merry Christmas, honeybee.”

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

back in town (rhett abbott x reader)

authors note: hey guys! it feels like 30 years but i finally have the second part of life goes on (read part one here if you want!) i feel like this can be read as a stand alone, or as a continuation. im thinking only a one more part to this?

warnings: language, mentions of panties, mentions of rhett getting a boner towards the end, maria and rhett kissing, sibling violence? (a pillow gets thrown at some ones head)

not proof read well, no beta we die like men in this

word count: 2.5k

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It’s been almost 10 years since you last stepped foot into Amelia County, and not a damned thing has changed except that some stores have closed down. 

You still remember the morning dew on your skin your last night in town, and how Rhett’s arm felt draped over you as the sun was just beginning to rise over the mountain tops. 

After dropping out of art school you bounced around from major city to major city all up and down the east coast. You worked at a couple of art galleries, you had enough experience to get by but since you dropped out just before graduation, you never quite became the curator anywhere; but that was okay with you. Three years you spent in Chicago, wasting your time. Your heart was never in it, it was stuck here in Wabang with a certain Abbott boy and, yeah, you were good at what you did but you never saw yourself doing art as a career, it was always your dad’s dream for you. You wanted to be in the rodeo shows, you were a decent roper, dappled in barrel racing, cutting.. Never brave enough for the bulls, though, that was always Rhett’s thing. So when you happened to be passing through Kentucky, you thought ‘what the hell’ and sought out the arena director and asked if there was anything that you could do to help out and as luck would have it, they needed a barrel racer after one of the other girls broke her collarbone and required surgery. 

It was like the rodeo gods or whoever was up there was smiling down on you that day, you knew that they didn’t just take people off the street, and that most people had to work for spots to even be considered, but it was a smaller rodeo, not one of the large ones that you would see televised from a big city. Despite it being years since you were in the saddle, you finished in third place for the night.

You toured around with them for years before moving up to a bit bigger of a rodeo, and that rodeo happened to land you in Montana, and then Colorado before finally dumping off in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

You took the day before it was due to start to go back home, see your mom and siblings. They’d be 16 and 18 soon, hard to believe you left them when they were still just kids, you missed a ton of milestones for them, only discussing them over facetime and the one time they were able to make it out to Chicago for Christmas one year. 

You celebrated grades and puberty and boyfriends and girlfriends from across the United States. You wanted nothing more than to hug your baby sister when she got her first period at 10 years old, 2 whole years before you even had yours, and when she went through her first heartbreak at 15; gave the bastard everything because he convinced her that he loved her. You hated that you weren’t there to help your mom out when your brother was going through his destructive phase.

You walk in the front door to your house, surprised that your mom hasn’t been robbed yet and you let out a small laugh, “mama?” you call out, shutting the storm door behind you so the wind wouldn’t take it away when it tried to self shut. You don’t get an answer so you continue the trek across your house, stopping occasionally and listening if anyone was even home, it wasn’t uncommon for your mom to leave the door unlocked when no one was home, your closest neighbors were the Abbott’s and even they lived about 2 miles away. 

You walked out to the barn, smiled when your old horse rubbed against your shoulder, “hey boy, where’d everyone go?” you ask as you give him some scratches behind his jaw. Almost as if he understood what you said he turns to look at a flier that was tacked up on the side of the barn door and you let out a laugh. 

Of course the county fair was going on. Your sister used to beg you to take you every single day during the week and you see that that was still the case. You give the gentle giant a couple treats from the feed closet and give them to him before heading out back to the front to the truck you’re renting.

The drive to town was short despite living so far away, you were lucky to find a place to park where you did and you started to make your way in, paying for a ticket and stopping to talk to the few people who remembered you. 

“-for Amelia County’s rodeo royalty, Rhett Abbott!” you hear over the loudspeaker and make your way to the grandstands to watch. “Rhett’s first ride is on Guiness tonight, he’s been on a roll lately, coming out on top every ride for the last 10 rides that he’s done, let’s see if he can make 11.” You perch yourself up against the bars, pulling your Stetson a lower down your face but high enough that you can still see and you watch him go the full 8 seconds on a bull that looked like it was out for blood. You screamed along with the rest of the crowd when he came out on top for the first round of riders. The smile on his face warms your heart, it’s a smile you hadn’t seen since before you left. In all the pictures that your mom had shown you, very few smiles were true Rhett smiles, that smile was saved for when he was winning, on his horse, and with you. You began to walk over to where he was, you couldn’t wait to wrap your arms around him again, you just hoped that he would be excited to see you. 

Just as you were rounding the corner, you stopped dead in your tracks, your heart breaking because of Rhett for the second time. Not even 10 feet in front of you, Rhett had his arms tight around Maria Olivares. The one girl no one could ever compete with, the only other girl Rhett ever had eyes for, aside from you but of course you didn’t know that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss, one that left him completely breathless when he pulled away and he smiled down at her like she had hung the sun.

You backed up slowly, not wanting to bother anyone but of course a different rider had other plans, “watch where the fuck youre going, bitch.'' They spit out and it gets the attention of Rhett and Maria and you mumble out an apology before quickly darting away, wiping your eyes as you make your way back to the truck and out of the fair entirely. 

“Fucking knew that coming back home would be the worst idea.” you mumble as you throw your hair onto the passenger seat. You run your fingers through your hair and pull it up into a messy ponytail before driving back to your mom’s place where you fall asleep on the couch.

“Hey babygirl, why don’ you wake up and go upstairs?” your mom gently shakes you awake and you let out a mumble of a response and she laughs “come on. Wake up or ‘m gonna sic your brother ‘nd sister on you.” 

You groan but sit up anyways, “time is it?” 

“Just after midnight, Rhett came out on top’ah all his rides.” she tells you and you just hum and nod before standing up and stretching. She pulls you in for a long hug and you’re able to relax for the first time in what felt like years.

“Where’s Liv and Jase?” you ask, kicking off your boots finally and head towards the stairs.

“Olivia’s with her girlfriends and Jason’s with some of his football buddies.” she says and you nod and make your way up the stairs, pausing to use the bathroom and brush your teeth before making your way into your room. You can’t be bothered to open the duffle bag your mom must have brought in for you and you strip down to your tank top and panties before crawling into bed and falling into a deep sleep again.

When you awake the next morning it’s abrupt. You can feel someone breathing down on your face and you open your eyes and see Olivia’s brown ones staring right back at you. 

“Mornin.” she says and you groan and kick her off the bed, she laughs the entire way down and you roll over, pulling your blanket over your face and you try to get some more sleep. “C’mon, you gotta wake up, mama’s makin’ a full breakfast.” 

“Get out of my room.” 

“Not ‘til you’re ass it out of-ow! Mama, she’s thrown’ shit again!” Olivia calls and you hear your mom call up the stairs.

“Stop throwin’ shit at your sister! Get down ‘ere and eat your breakfast ‘fore Jason brings the whole team over!” 

“Toss me my jeans, will ya?” you ask, finally sitting up and Olivia throw’s the pants right at your face, “okay, I deserved that.” 

“Yeah, ya did. Why’s this your first time comin’ home in ten years? You didn’t even send an invitation when you graduated…” she says sadly and you sigh.

“Let’s go eat, need to talk to you and mom.” you tell her and she nods and you stand up and pull the jeans on before making your way down stairs. Your mom already has a plate made up for you, just like how you always took it as a kid, extra bacon, sunny side up eggs, and chocolate chip waffles. “Thanks mama,” you kiss her head and move around the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of coffee and orange juice before sitting down at the table.

“So… what have you been doin’ these past few years?” your mom asks as she takes her seat, “any big art jobs?”

“Um, actually I dropped out. A semester before graduation..” you say, not looking up at either of them. 

“Oh?” it’s all your mom can manage out and you nod. 

“Yeah, went through the program and it just… didn’t feel right? I’m uh, actually doing rodeos now. Barrel racing, some cutting.. Been ‘round the country. Make pretty good money for the level that I compete at.” you inform them and your mom looks surprised and your sister who looks angry.

“And did you not think to call? Or.. come back?” 

“Liv, ’m sorry, okay? I know I should have called or come home after leaving school. It’s just… everyone was so proud of me for leaving that it was easier to believe that I graduated than to tell you I didn’t.” you look up at her and she lets out a sigh. 

“I still love you, but that was a bitch more.” she says and you laugh.

“Yeah, it was.” you mom just rolls her eyes and you all fall into an easy conversation about rodeo and how the season is just about over.

“Rhett was invited to compete in Cheyenne this weekend, will you be there?” your mom asks and you nod.

“Yeah I think his event’ll be the last of the night. They usually do the bronco’s then bulls last, I’ll compete somewhere in the middle.” you tell them, leaning back in your chair and you take a sip of your coffee. “How have things been around here?” 

“Well, Perry Abbott went to jail, he and one of the Tillerson’s got in a fight and unfortunately Perry uh… Well the funeral for Trevor was a few years back… I think when you were 23?” Olivia says and you look at her confused.

“No shit..” you say in disbelief. Perry had always been a little strange to you but never kill-a-man strange, “how are the rest of the family?” 

“Well, Amy ran away, right after Perry got arrested.. Royal and Cecelia have been doing the best they can with the ranch. Rhett and Maria took off too shortly after the arrest but came back a year or so ago to help his parents afford to keep the place running. He earned enough from the rodeo business to help keep things afloat a little while longer.” your mom continued and you bite your lip.

“Did they get married or something?” your mom shoots you a knowing look and shakes her head.

“Nope, no marriage, no ring, no surprise babies. Perry’ll be out of jail soon, he was only sentenced for 10 years, he’s served half that already, so there’s always after he gets released.” 

“I should go, get ready and drive back to Cheyenne to make it in time for the rodeo.” you stand from the table and take your dishes to the sink. “You’re more than welcome to come. We have a special seating section where if you tell an usher your family they’ll let you sit in.” 

“We’ll be there honey.” your mom gives you a smile and you ruffle Olivia’s hair.

“Tell Jason he’s invited and can bring a friend.” you say on your way up the stairs and take a quick shower before throwing on clean clothes and heading back downstairs. 

You throw a goodbye and see you later over your shoulder before making your way back to Cheyenne. You manage to dodge Rhett all night, in fact it isn’t even until your name is announced that he knows you’re at the rodeo, let alone in it.

He stood by and watched you, just like you watched him last night. He couldn’t believe he was actually seeing you, for the first time in a decade. He watched until he couldn’t see you anymore and when that happened he made his way back to the horse stalls, walking straight to you as if he had internal guidance right to where you were.

You stood there, taking care removing your saddle and playing it on its rack off to the side. His eyes tracked your every move, taking in every detail about you. Your subtle weight gain in the right places and the loss in the others. Your jeans filled out more than when he last saw you and he hated the immediate reaction his body had, the hot lighting that zipped right down his spine and into his cock. He was shamelessly checking you out, Maria be damned. He watched as you turned and talked to some of the other girls you were up against and they all congratulated you for a great run. 

You finally turn and look his way, your breath catching and he feels a smile form on his face, heart melting at the way you say his name, despite saying it tentatively. 

“Hey.. Rhett.” 

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Whiskey, Neat

Summary: You came out to California for a fresh start. Sometimes, new beginnings look just like old flames.

Pairing: Bob x Reader

Warnings: Language, alcohol, Mentions of cheating, Mentions of Smut. Minors DNI 18+

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Part 1

You'd rolled into Miramar with a trail of dust behind you and a faded black Stetson hat on your head. Fresh off of a break up and high on a promotion, you were itching to make a name for yourself here.

You'd almost turned down the chance to have a permanent station at Top Gun, hell, you would have if you hadn't caught your ex-boyfriend kissing his ex-girlfriend right after his winning bull ride in Tulsa.

You didn't even let him explain. You didn't want to hear his excuse. Instead, you smoked a Marlboro Red for the road, grabbed your things, and called the Admiral who'd offered you the position that night.

The next day, you were on a plane to California. You, Lieutenant Commander Y/N "Whiskey" Evans, were to be the new fighter maneuvers instructor at Top Gun. You'd also be a part of the elite Dagger Squadron that went on high-risk missions.

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You'd taken a few days to get acquainted with base. Phoenix, the only other woman pilot in the group, had been assigned to show you around. The two of you had already formed a bond, and she was taking you out for drinks to meet the rest of the team.

You had put on your favorite pair of cut-off jean shorts, shimmying them on over your thick thighs and round rear. A fitted black tank hugged your chest. Your trusty boots and your signature black cherry lipstick complimented your Stetson to finish off the look.

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The evening was going well until Phoenix introduced you to her WSO. Your heart stopped, and your breath caught in your chest.

The moment you saw him, you were met with an almost familiar set of blue eyes.

You could have sworen you heard God laughing at you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You said as he went to shake your hand.

Bob looked at you confused.

"Where are you from?" You asked him quickly.

"Well, my folks and I moved to Tennessee when I was seventeen, but I grew up in Wyoming." He tells you, taken aback by your boldness.

"You're from Amelia County, aren't you?" You press him.

"Um, yeah? My mom's family still has a ranch there in Wabang. My aunt and uncle run it. How'd you know that?" He looks at you confused.

"Royal and Celia? The Abbotts?" You ask.

"Yes—" He says slowly.

"Son of a bitch." You cry out. This would be your luck.

"Celia is my mom's sister. How— how do you know them?" Bob asks you.

"So that makes you Rhetts cousin, right?" You say.

"Yes, Rhett is my cousin. You still haven't answered my question." Bob replied. His voice raising a decibel as he firmly planted his feet in front of you. The rest of the squad watched the interaction with baited breath.

"I moved to Wabang when I was sixteen. Graduated from Amelia County High. My mom and Celia were in prayer group together. Royal and my dad were rodeo buddies. After I graduated, I went to the Academy. Went to flight school and Top Gun after that. Did two tours overseas, and then my dad passed. Went back to Wyoming and met Rhett. Well, re-met him. We graduated together." You began to explain.

"You know you look almost identical to him." You tell Bob with an long exahle.

"We got that a lot growing up. But I take it, because of your—less than stellar reaction to meeting me, something happened between you and Rhett?" Bob inquires.

"He charmed me. I gave him almost two years of my life, following him along the bull riding circuit. We got lucky that my duty stations were always near where he was riding." You continue.

"But two weeks ago, we were in Tulsa. He'd just won the whole damn thing. I went to the pits to congratulate him, and there is was, all over his ex." You finish as you take a sip of your whiskey neat.

"Maria?" Bob asks. You nod. "He never did get over her, did he?" Bob shakes his head in disbelief.

"Guess not. I didn't even give him a chance to explain. I grabbed my shit and left him." You finish.

Bob shrugs. The rest of the squad looks around, unsure of what to say.

"Well, small world, I guess." Hangman states clearing his throat.

"Sure is." You tell them before grabbing a pool cue to play a game.

After the rocky start, you and Bob seemed to get along. Aside from looks and the accent, Bob and Rhett were nothing alike. It was crazy to you how they could have the same jaw line and blue eyes, yet be so different.

The more you looked at him, the more subtle difference you noticed. Bob kept his hair neat, and it was a bit lighter than Rhetts mess strands. Bob's eyes were brighter. Bob was also leaner than Rhett was. Rhett was stocky but soft from the beer he drank, while Bob was broad from years of having to stay in shape for flying.

As the night went on, you danced and drank with the team, fitting right in. But you couldn't help notice the way Bob's eyes never left you.

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It should feel wrong, it really should, but after six weeks, you found yourself on a date with Bob, or Robby, as you had taken to calling him. Once your brain had gotten out of the way, and you stopped listening to the little voice in your head telling you that he was going to hurt you like Rhett did, you found out how great of a person Bob was.

He treated you better than anyone had before.

He was kind, gentle, and a man of his word. He was giving, and protective, and so funny.

The first time you slept with, you were overcome with pleasure. It's always the quiet ones, you thought.

You'd been dating for four glorious months when trouble rolled into the Hard Deck.

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It was a Friday evening, just like any other. You were out with the squad. Bob and Phoenix had to stay later for checks on their aircraft. You were at the bar getting your drink when you felt a familiar hand press against your hip.

"Hey there han—" your sentence stopped when you turned to face him.

"Rhett." You spat. "What are you doing here?"

"I qualified for nationals. It's here in San Diego. I asked around at the hotel, and they said this was the place that the Navy people hung out. I came to find you, Honeybee." Rhett drawled out.

"Well, you're wasting your time. I don't have anything to say to you." You turned and tried to get away from him, but you were trapped by the sea of people.

"Whiskey, please, can we talk. Just give me five minutes." He asked.

You sighed and motioned for him to follow you to the back deck.

As you walked out, Rooster saw you and someone who looked just like Bob, but definitely wasn't Bob, walk out with you. That must have been who you were talking about a few months ago. He made the mental note to let Bob know what was going on as soon as he saw him.

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Rhett spent the next five minutes trying to convince you that he didn't do anything wrong. But you weren't listening to him. He wasn't worth it. So, you stepped away from the railing of the deck to leave.

"Honeybee, wait." Rhett said as he grasped your arm. You turned to face him.

"You don't get to call me that anymore, Rhett. You lost that right as soon as you kissed Maria." You gritted out.

"It wasn't what it looked like, Whiskey. You ran off before I could explain myself." He defends.

"She was wearing your hat, Rhett. The one I bought you." You state. "Honeybee, please. You have to believe me. She took it. She kissed me." Rhett explains. He's trying to reason with you.

"I've changed. I wouldn't do that to you." He pleads.

"Did you sleep with her?" You ask him.

"What?" He asks, raising his eye brows.

"The night I caught you, the night I left you in Tulsa. Did. You. Sleep. With. Maria?" You punctuate each word of the question.

Rhett looks like a kicked puppy. He doesn't meet your eyes. He doesn't have to answer your question. The silence speaks louder than any of this words.

"You haven't changed a bit, Rhett. You're always going to choose her. I deserve someone who is going to choose me. You should have never come out here. It was a mistake." You tell him before turning on your heels to walk away.

"Honeybee, please!" He pleads with you. He grabs your bicep to stop you from walking away. He pulls you roughly towards him.

"Rhett." You warn him in a low voice. "Please, just give me another chance." He's almost begging.

"Let me go." You tell him as you try to pull away, but you're stuck. Trapped in his firm grip.

"I'm not going to let you walk away from me. I can be better for you." Rhett tells you.

"I have someone who's better for me. Now, let me go." You tell him.

"Let her go, Rhett." Bob's voice rings out.

Both of you catch sight of him as he walks out to the deck of the Hard Deck.

It takes Rhett a minute to recognize his cousin. You guess he wasn't expecting to see him here.

He looks between the two of you before speaking.

"This doesn't concern you, Bobby. Go back inside with your friends. This is between me and the little lady here." Rhett tells him.

"That's where you're wrong, Rhett. This does concern me." Bob states as he walks closer to the two of you.

He stares down Rhett, whose grip on you hasn't wavered.

"That's my girl that you've got a hold of there. So you can either take your hands off of her yourself, like she asked. Or, I can do it for you."

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Anna?? Would you be ok doing either Bob Floyd or Rhett Abbott for the Valentine's Day asks? I have an idea in mind but I'm not sure if you'd wanna do it or not.

Either character being married to their beloved wifey!reader having a couple of boys in the family and finally having their first baby girl on Valentine's Day??

If you want me to do anything for you, I can, my inbox hit a bad dry spell again.

FOREVER VALENTINE aka It's A Girl!

The cutest presents come wrapped in pretty pink bows.

Pairing Rhett Abbott x female!reader

Theme fluff fluff fluff! Plus a drop of angst (it's Rhett)

Warnings childbirth (nothing graphic)

Word Count 667

Note this actually made me realize I miss writing about Rhett!!! And ugh this was such a cute idea, thank you so much for requesting it, love! I hope you enjoy it 💗

Peaceful silence filled the room, a stark contrast from the maddening chaos that ensued just mere minutes ago.

On your bed, Rhett’s arm was wrapped gently around your shoulder as you cradled your newborn daughter.

Daughter.

Rhett never thought he’d ever be a father to a little girl—no one did, really, considering his previous reputation. A reputation he worked hard to grow from and buried the moment he laid his eyes on you. It was safe to say he was more than successful in doing so, considering the three older boys you had together in twelve years of marriage (and counting).

There were a lot of things Rhett never believed in prior to you, one of them being karma. He never had a real reason to. Life’s a bull, he used to say, you can take it by the reins all you want and it can still find a million ways to fuck you up. He certainly didn’t understand what good he did in his life to deserve you, or what supernatural forces conspired to make that happen, though Cecelia called it an answered prayer. But right now, as he felt the tiniest fingers he ever felt hold on to one of his own, he knew that every wrong turn he made led him to this right one. The one—well, fifth one—he promises to do right by till his last breath.

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered as you began to stir from your brief rest.

“More than,” he agreed. “Oh, you’re gonna give me so much trouble, baby girl. So, so much,” his voice was soft and low as he spoke to the baby, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “Lucky for you, your momma’s smart enough to sniff out the danger. And bossy enough to tell me what to do when it comes.”

You scoffed playfully at his comment, but he made up for it quickly with a firm kiss to your temple. “And lucky for you, baby,” you continued, “your daddy’s smart enough to listen.”

“But you don’t gotta worry about that just yet,” he mused, “they gotta get through your brothers first before they deal with me. Ryder’s the gentle one, but he can be real tough when protecting someone.”

Your heart tugged at the mention of your sons. “Emmett can be rowdy, but he’d never hurt a fly. And Callum’s so excited to play with you, he already put some of his toys out.”

“Don’t forget about your cousin Amy,” you pointed out.

“Oh no, we can’t, can we? Lord knows she waited a long time for another girl in the family,” he laughed.

As your daughter stirred in your arms, her little hand still wrapped around Rhett’s finger, a soft smile graced her lips. It was brief, but it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I miss them,” you sighed, wanting nothing more than for your boys to meet their baby sister.

Rhett pressed his lips to your head once again as he reached for his phone. “I’ll call Ma to let ‘em know they can come home.”

As he walked to his charging phone at your dresser, you adjusted your baby’s swaddle to make sure she was secure.

“You got me beat, darlin’,” Rhett mused as he made his way back to you.

“What do you mean, Abbott?” you raised your eyebrow playfully.

He wrapped his arm around you again like he did before, “I think our baby girl might be the best gift you’ve ever given me. I don’t know how I can top that.”

“You being here was more than enough,” you laughed softly, as you baby wriggled once again. Rhett took her in his free arm and kissed her head, while you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Happy first Valentine’s, baby girl. I’m always gonna love you.”

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[delopsia]

at this point i feel like i’m just straight up asking for to world building the trio™️ 😩💕 but the subject of birthdays popped into my head and i just 🥳✨

how do you think rhett x reader x robby celebrate?

are you team “the abbott family doesn’t really do birthdays unless it’s for amy” or team “rhett himself is just kind of indifferent because he hasn’t ever had anyone to celebrate with or had anything to do because wabang is so small” or something else entirely?

do you think robby is a birthday guy? i headcanon him as having a big family (single mom, lots of older sisters) which makes me think he’s more likely to get the birthday celebrations, at least when he’s home; with his favorite cake (maybe made by mama floyd), silly birthday cards and maybe a couple gifts 🤔 but what do you think? does he like the attention because it’s his family or does he maybe prefer something quieter with rhett and reader?

do you think reader is a birthday person? what do you think the cowboy and the pilot do for reader on their special day? breakfast in bed or birthday dinner? do they bake a cake or pick one up?

did the three of them ever celebrate birthdays together in the beginning, on discord or in person? what about once they live together, what do those look like?

oh my god this is just a jumbled mess of questions but also: the thought of them being able to throw rhett a birthday party in their space, loving on him all day and doing whatever he wants 💓😩💓

and because we’re whores: is birthday sex dealer’s choice or is it like “as many orgasms as we can lovingly wring from them until they pass out”? 👀❤️‍🔥

Now THIS is something 💃I briefly lost this ask, and I've never been so distraught in my life 😩I can't believe I've never even really thought about them celebrating birthdays until you sent this.

I don't know why, but the Abbott family seems like the kind of family that's sort of split on birthdays. Cecelia always wants to celebrate and shower her boys with sweet treats, but Royal's of the "them boys would be of better use on a horse than stuffin' their faces with cake" thought process.

So birthdays are more or less normal days, where Cecelia slips Rhett a cupcake with a candle in it while Royal is out, and that's the most celebrating they can do. Otherwise, Royal pitches a fit because it's "softening up them boys" and "well, now they'll work lousy today."

Rhett's old enough to know that he can celebrate on his own now, but even if he allows himself one more beer just for that special day, he almost feels...guilty? He's just constantly looking over his shoulder, expecting Royal to chew him out.

Oh my god 😭evidently, we both headcanon Robby with a single mom, lmao.

Robby's family absolutely goes all out when he's home. There's an entire hallway wall dedicated to birthday pictures of him and his siblings. It's an excuse to let loose and share Ms. Floyd's famous birthday cake, and they always wind up getting a little carried away. I love the image of everyone sitting at the table, asking Bob to blow out the candles, and he's sitting at the end of the table, red face buried in his hands, party hat sideways, flustered to the high heavens.

Robby absolutely prefers to just have dinner, a movie, and cake, but he doesn't voice that to his family because he sees how much they enjoy those over-the-top birthdays. If that means being mortified as everyone sings happy birthday and forces party hats on his head, then so be it.

I like to think that when Bob, Rhett, and the Reader come down to visit Bob's family, he lets it slip that Rhett's birthday is coming up. Queue rushed preparations while Rhett's out of the house, and a big yell of "surprise!" that scares poor Rhett so bad he jumps back out the door😭That's the one time they have to tone it down because this cowboy is both unsocialized and rattled to the bone.

If the Reader wasn't a birthday person before, they're going to be. Bob may not realize it, but his family has rubbed off on him. If there is a birthday, it shall be celebrated. As soon as the Reader wakes up, they're wrapped up in a pair of very, very sleepy men; Rhett's lazily snuggling into the space in their collar bone, and Bob's asking what they want to do today, in that unusually rough morning voice of his.

Whatever the Reader says, goes, no if's, and's, or but's about it. Lay in bed all day? Sold. Go out to a nice restaurant for dinner? Rhett's going to be tripping in Bob's too-big dress boots, but they'll make it happen.

If Bob's not working, he's in the kitchen for half the afternoon making a cake from scratch, while Rhett sort of...lingers like a feral cat. He'll fetch things from the pantry and run off to terrorize the chickens if Bob needs eggs, but he's not allowed to touch the mixing bowls. Neither is the Reader, for that matter. Once Bob's in his 'zone,' he gets very particular about his kitchen not being messed with.

In the beginning, birthdays were celebrated in the form of hour-long calls where there would be an...attempt at getting everyone to eat cake together? Attempt meaning, Robby and Reader eat cake, and Rhett eats whatever birthday-cake-flavored treat he could find at the store.

Rhett's birthday wasn't acknowledged the first year simply because he forgot to mention it, and neither Bob nor Reader knew what day it was. Until one day, his age was one number higher than before, and Reader put two and two together.

BUT since moving in together, birthdays are entire days dedicated to whatever the hell they want. They've spent a whole day at a festival that the Reader wanted to visit; Bob's had two birthdays where all he wanted was a day to binge movies, and Rhett's most recent birthday was spent taking him to the zoo for the first time.

Getting Rhett to feel alright with celebrating is a whole process of its own, but there's a birthday when he comes home late from work, and there those two are, bickering as they frantically light those candles before he can walk into the kitchen. God, he just melts. Doesn't know what to do when they're both hugging and kissing him because he's too flustered to blow them out. He doesn't know what to do with all the attention and just winds up burying his face in the nearest shoulder.

Birthday sex is almost always the dealer's choice, but the choices aren't usually a surprise.

Bob's got a thing for making an absolute mess out of Rhett and Reader, doesn't want to stop until they're batting him away, can't handle any more of him; he loves it to the point he almost forgets to take care of himself.

Rhett, though shy about it, always ends his birthday nights shuddering as he's worked toward another orgasm, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. The kind of overworked that requires several hours of carefully spoken words and cuddling to bring him back down.

Reader has a secret third option that Rhett so lovingly calls the "fuck around and find out." Someone's going to wind up breathless and overstimulated by the end, but it just depends on the way things go. Sometimes it's the Reader themselves, sometimes it's Rhett, and sometimes it's Bob.

Hell, once it was all three of them ✨💃

🌻💕

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Hurts like hell

Rhett Abbott x reader

Summary: When your sister ends up nearly overdosing again, you run to Rhett hoping for some kind of comfort.

Warnings: mentions of overdosing, drug use, and alcoholism. This is a very self-indulgent fic based on my own experience as my sister was a drug addict and an alcoholic for a very long time and slightly my own issues with addiction.

A/n: felt more comfortable putting this here because of the subject matter discussed, my sister has been sober for over a year now and is doing way better! This is mainly about feelings that I struggled with and still do struggle with. Also, my first time writing for Rhett-

When Rhett opened the door he didn't know what to expect. The last thing was to see you, drenched from the rain with tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hands shook and you couldn't meet his gaze. In an instant, he knew, and he slowly pulled you inside the house.

“Happened again, didn't it?” you couldn't make eye contact, only starting at the plate of food he'd made you. You nodded, holding back more tears. Rhett sat next to you, your body still trembling.

“Why does it keep happening?” Your meek voice finally said something. Your fists clenched as you tried to hold back sobs. Rhett delicately placed his hand on your back, rubbing small circles, “No matter how hard I hope she gets better, no matter how hard I pray it happens all over again,” you finally sob into your hands.

“She’ll be fine; she comes back each time” Rhett’s voice was soft and low, and he gently rubbed along your back. You only sobbed more and more, he had heard the sounds of sirens earlier, and now he knew what those were for.

“It’s the second time this year,” your voice broke slightly, lip quivering as you tried not to cry, “I can’t be strong again, can’t be strong for my parents or any more” Rhett pulled you close to him. Your face ended up against his shoulder as you sobbed against it.

“What did I do wrong? She said she’d stop, stopped putting pills in her drinks, but she won’t stop…drinking” Rhett says nothing and gently strokes your back, watching as your heart bursts in two.

“You did nothing wrong” He kissed the top of your head, your body shaking now. Rhett could remember the first time it happened, freshman year of high school.

“Then why isn't she getting better!” you pull your face away, tears streaming down your face, nose full of snot as you sniffle. He puts his hand on your tear-stained cheek, “It's my fault she's like this! I let her sneak out! I let her get hurt!” you could barely breathe now.

“It's not your fault. Look at me,” Rhett cupped your face. Your eyes were still filled with tears, “it's never been your fault” His eyes bore into yours, and you tried your best not to cry anymore.

“But-”

“Not your fault, sunshine” You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, even if it was a sad one. You still didn't say anything, the words caught in your throat.

“I could've stopped her, could've stopped all of this from happening, stopped all the pain for her, Ma and Pa” Rhett took notice you were leaving someone out, and he pulled your face so your forehead was touching his.

“What bout you?” you hadn't realized what he meant for a moment. You just glanced away for a bit.

“They're hurting way more than I am” You only looked at the plate of food he gave, now most likely cold. Rhett knew what it was like to give everything to his family, but he never got anything out of it. He never wanted that to happen to you.

“You're still hurting. Gotta leave room for you, too” He was right, and you didn't want to admit it. You were never good at putting yourself first, and Rhett knew that too well.

“Okay,” was all you said, Rhett’s arms wrapping around your body like a warm blanket. Your body began to ease, tears slowly fading away as you took in his embrace. You both stayed like that for a long while, only pulling away when you had to blow your nose, “Can we...skip out on the bar for a bit? Hard to watch people drink, and I don't wanna do something stupid” Rhett nodded as he looked up at you.

“Wanna stay the night?” you smiled and nodded your head a bit too enthusiastically.

“If you'd let me” Your voice was small as you looked at him shyly. He chuckled before kissing your forehead.

“Not gonna let you walk out in the pouring rain” he laughed, he could easily drive you home but he knew you didn't want that, “could use the company anyways” He placed the plate of food he gave you on the counter, arm wrapping around your waist as you walked up to Rhett’s room.

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The Chase part 1

Rhett Abbott x f!reader (with the last name of Cook) 

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Summary: It’s summer and one of Cecelia’s friends has a horse for sale so she sends Rhett over to check it out. The horse isn’t the only thing he’s checking out.

“Rhett!” His mother called from the house. 

Rhett sighed. He’d just come in from checking the fences in the upper pasture. All he wanted to do was take a shower and maybe lay down some. It’s the hottest day it’s been in a while, and he had worked up quite a sweat just riding around. The sun was high in the sky by the time he made it back to the barn. When he got off his horse you could tell exactly where on his leg came in contact with the saddle from the sweat. Thankfully his mom waited until he was able to cool his horse down in the barn to turn him out before she called for him. He felt absolutely gross but when his mama called, he knew better than to ignore her. 

He headed to the house and into the kitchen where he found his mother doing a few dishes at the sink while a sandwich sat at the table, “Yeah?” 

“Can you do me a favor?” Cecilia asked her son over her shoulder as she continued her job. 

Well, looks like no rest for Rhett. He should have known better. There’s always something that needs done around here. Depending on the ask maybe no shower either. 

“O’course, what do ya need?” Rhett asked with his proverbial fingers crossed for that shower. He didn’t shower before heading out early this morning knowing it would just be a waste. 

Cecelia finally turned around with a dish rag in her hands, wiping them both off, “Ya know how Amy’s done with school for the year? Well, she’s been askin’ about ridin’ some lately and there ain’t any way I’m gonna teach her and your father doesn’t have the time and I’m not sure about you or Perry teachin’ her. Perry doesn’t seem to have that sort of focus and if I have you do it I’m worried you’ll just stick her on anything.”

“Aw c’mon mom I would never let her get hurt,” Rhett said shaking his head at his mother. Just stick his niece on anything? Doesn’t his mother know him better than that? He would never let anything happen to Amy. He’s loved two women in his life, his mother and his niece. 

His mother shot him a look, “Still, I mentioned it at my book club this week and Margaret Cook, you know the Cooks right, anyways she said her sister’s daughter was visitin’ for the summer to help ‘em out. She’s an elementary teacher somewhere up North and so Margaret roped her into doin’ the ridin’ camp for kids this summer on their farm. They normally do lessons but figured a weekly camp would be good for the summer.”

Rhett nodded along, still not sure what this had to do with him. 

His mother continued, “Margaret also mentioned havin’ an older mare that would be perfect for Amy. She used to be a trail horse. Margaret showed me a picture and she’s real pretty, Rhett. Named Rainbow. A paint. So, I was wonderin’ if you’d go take a look at her. See if she’s worth buyin’ for Amy. Margaret said they’d keep her there for the summer if Amy went to the camp which would work out real well. I asked your father, but he said he was too busy to check ‘er out and I’m just not sure where Perry is.” 

“When do ya want me to go?” Rhett asked. This shouldn’t take too long. Maybe his nap wasn’t off the table. 

“Well Margaret said her niece was teachin’ a lesson this afternoon that was wrappin up around 4:30. If you went around then you could see her teach and can check the horse out,” his mom offered. “I would feel better knowin’ about the teacher and the horse.” 

Rhett nodded, “That’s understandable.” 

“I really appreciate this, Rhett,” Cecilia said with a warm smile at her youngest. “Now eat your sandwich.” She nodded towards the table, and he grinned and sat down and ate while his mother finished the dishes. He hadn’t guessed it was for him but he’s not one to turn down a meal. 

Afterwards Rhett headed to his room and got a small nap in and was able to shower before he needed to head out. Rhett figured making it there around 4 would give him ample time to watch the class and be able to judge the teaching. He made sure to let his mother know before he left, so she knew that he was keeping his word to go. She smiled and waved him off as he drove away. 

The Cook’s farm wasn’t too far away. Only took about five minutes before he was heading up their long drive towards their barn. Wouldn’t be a bad drive every day to take Amy here. They had a large indoor riding arena next to their barn and a matching outdoor arena next to that. There were five horses in the area with a kid on each. A woman stood in the middle of the arena. There was a little parking lot area that Rhett parked in. Getting out he could hear the woman in the center shouting out a few things to the students. He headed to the arena and stopped before some metal bleachers. Rhett assumes for the parents to be able to watch their students. He leans against them as he watches. 

“Alright we’re going to try trotting again, okay? What do we need to remember?” The woman calls out. Clearly not from around these parts. If Rhett had to guess she sounds like she’s from one of them upper midwestern states. Not the Dakotas though. Indiana maybe. 

All the horses are stopped along the fence of the arena with a child on each one. Small hands went up in the air at the question and the woman points at one girl, “Yes, Sara?” 

“Keep our heels down!” The little girl called out. 

“Exactly! What else?” The woman asks then points at another hand. “Yes, Mikey?” 

“Keep our hands down so we don’t yank on their mouth,” a little boy called out. 

The woman nodded, “Right! So, we have heels down and hands down but what about our legs?” 

Little hands shoot up again. 

“Yes, Maddie?” The woman calls. 

“We keep our legs wrapped around our horse to keep us up,” another little girl says. 

The woman smiles, “Yes! Good job, Maddie! Now what do we say when we want to stop as we lightly pull our reins back?” 

All the little voices call, “Woah!”

“Fantastic, friends! You are all so smart,” the woman says as she walks over to the white horse in front. “Okay Mikey, are you and Snowy ready?” 

Rhett chuckles to himself. Kinda ridiculous name for a horse. 

“Yes! We’re ready!” The boy says confidently. 

The woman smiles, “Okay push him forward.” The little boy kicks the horse lightly with his heels and the woman walks alongside the horse. “Mikey, now you’re gonna squeeze your legs and say ‘trot!’” Mikey follows the instruction, and the woman stays running alongside the horse. “When you get close to the others bring him back to a walk. Okay now! Give a half pullback and a ‘woah’.” The boy does as she asks the walks the horse to the end of the line and stops with another, “Woah.”

“Great job, Mikey! Was it less scary this time?” The woman asks. The little boy nods, “I felt much better! I didn’t fall!” The woman smiles, “Snowy wouldn’t let you fall, sweetheart. He’s too good of a boy.” 

The woman walks back to the front and does the same with the next student until they all have a turn. “Okay, it’s time to cool down. Let’s walk them out and drop our stirrups. Do some little circles with our ankles. Go backwards then forwards. Wiggle your backs out. Wiggle in your seat a little. Give your horse’s neck some scratches. Tell them how good they are.” After a little while the woman helped all the kids dismount and had them heading into the barn to hand off to a ranch hand before they all took off their helmets and went running to their parents excitedly. 

The woman was still inside the arena cleaning up cones. Rhett didn’t know who he was supposed to be meeting with, but he figured she would be as good a place to start as any. 

Rhett walked towards the arena and called, “Excuse me ma’am?” 

She looked up from what she was doing and walked over, she was prettier than Rhett expected. Though he’s not sure why he expected her not to be. He was taken from his thought when she said, “Hi! Did you need help with something?” 

Rhett nodded, “Yeah, my mother sent me over here to take a look at a mare for my niece. Rainbow.” 

“Oh! You’re one of the Abbotts, right?” She asked. “My Aunt said someone would be by to look at Rainy. You want me to go get her?” 

Rhett nodded, “If it’s not too much trouble. “ 

She smiled. Rhett liked her smile. Made her look even prettier. 

“No trouble at all! Do you want her tacked up?” She asks. 

Rhett nods, “Yes please. Thank you, ma’am.” 

She smiles at him again. God he wanted to keep that smile on her face. 

“Goodness where are my manners?” She says with a laugh. “I’m y/n Cook.” She held out a hand towards Rhett. 

He gave a little half smile and shook her hand, “Rhett Abbott but you knew my last name already.” 

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, I did. You’re that bull rider everyone’s been talking about in town, right? Some hometown hero?” 

Rhett blushed and shook his head, “Ain’t no hometown hero but yeah I ride.” 

“You any good?” She asks as she heads towards the barn. 

Rhett stands there for a second. Should he follow her? He decides he should and follows behind, “I’m alright. Win some. Lose some. All depends on the day.” 

She goes into the barn, but Rhett stays in the large doorway instead. He doesn’t want to assume he can just walk right into someone else’s barn. His eyes look down the row of stalls looking for Y/N. After a minute or so she comes out from one of the stalls with a beautiful brown and white horse on a lead rope. She walks the horse over to Rhett and smiles, stopping in front of him, “This is Rainbow or Rainy as we usually call her.” 

Rhett took a step into the barn to look her over. Rainy looked about 13 hands tall. Her mane was split brown halfway then changed to white. She seemed calm even with a stranger examining her. She let him pick her feet up with no problem. Didn’t even flinch when he ran his hand down her neck to her withers. 

Y/N watched Rhett closely while keeping a loose hold on Rainey’s lead. After a few more minutes Rhett’s eyes found hers and she asked, “Do you want me to grab her saddle now?” 

Rhett nodded and she quickly put Rainy in the crossties and headed towards a room off to the side in the barn. Rhett scratched Rainey’s nose as the two waited, which Rainy seemed to be all about. She even started to lean into his hands for more and Rhett laughed. 

“I see you found Rainy’s favorite scratchy spot. She’ll do just about anything for scratches,” Rhett hears as he turns and sees Y/N with a saddle on her hip. She walks over and holds the saddle out to Rhett, “Can you hold this please?” 

Rhett holds out his hands, “Oh uh sure.” He barely has time to get the words out before Y/N is placing the saddle in his hands. She grabs the saddle pad off the top of the saddle and slides it on Rainy before taking the saddle from Rhett’s hands and placing the saddle on top of the pad. Rhett went back to scratching Rainy’s nose as Y/N quickly tacked Rainy up. 

“Do you want to ride her, or do you want me to ride her so you can watch?” Y/N asks. “Cause if I need to drop the stirrups, I’d rather do it now.” 

Rhett thinks for a minute, “You ride her. Then I can watch.” 

Y/N nods, “Arena or trail?” 

Rhett shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

“Why don’t we do both so you can see all of Rainy’s good qualities. My boy is already tacked up from a ride this afternoon so you can ride him if you’d like. Pretty annoying following a horse on a trail,” Y/N offered. 

“Sure. That sounds good,” Rhett says, and Y/N undoes the cross ties to take the lead and halter off and put Rainy’s bridle on. Rhett was glad to see Rainy took the bit with no fuss. Rhett then was handed Rainy’s reins and told to take her outside which he quickly did. 

A few minutes later Y/N came out with a beautiful sorrel quarter horse that looked about 16 hands tall and brought it alongside Rainy and said, “This is Rusty. He’s my big baby.” 

Rhett nodded at the horse, “Hello Rusty. Pleased to meet ya.” 

“He’s pretty easy going so don’t worry. I doubt he’ll be anything like those bulls you ride,” Y/N says with a laugh. “He’s pretty lazy sometimes. Only time he gets going is if he sees barrels to race, then he’s running.” 

“That what he does?” Rhett asked. 

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore but they’re still his favorite. We stopped that a long time ago but every once in a while I’ll pull them out and let Rusty run his heart out.” 

“Why’d you two stop?” Rhett asked looking over at Y/N 

“I got a big girl job. Couldn’t spend my time barrel racing anymore. So, we retired. We didn’t do anything big. Just a few fairs once upon a time. Rusty was fine retiring to a life of leisure rides and mints,” Y/N said. Rusty’s ears perked up hearing ‘mints’ and started to nose at Y/N’s hands then pockets while she laughed. 

Rhett smiled, “I think he knows that word.” 

“Oh, he does. Doesn’t know where I started hiding them from him. Tried to get him to stop biting at my pockets but it hasn’t seemed to work,” Y/N said as she shoved the horse’s head away from her pockets. “Quit it, ya butthead.” 

“Butthead?” Rhett said with a laugh. “What is this the first grade?” 

Y/N smiled and nodded, “It is and just for that now you’re a butthead.” 

Rhett laughed, “Well that’s the first time I’ve been called that since I was like eight.” 

“You’re welcome,” Y/N said then stuck her tongue out at him. She then switched him horses and checked Rainy’s saddle before stepping up onto Rainy’s saddle and throwing her other leg over to sit down. 

Rhett swings himself onto Rusty’s back and the two were off at a leisurely pace. It’s been a while since Rhett rode without a real purpose. Sure, he was watching how Rainy handled herself, but it’d been a long while since he rode without it being a chore. Just riding to ride. It was nice. Rusty seemed like a mild-mannered horse. Seemed to get along with Rainy. 

“Does Rainy get along with others well? We got some at home, so I was just wonderin’,” Rhett said a little louder than normal, so you’d hear him. 

Y/N  half turned in your saddle, “She does. She’s not one to put up a fight. Just goes with the flow.” 

Rhett nodded, “That’s always good.” That’s what Amy needs. 

Y/N nodded, “I’ll be sad to see her go if you guys end up taking her but I’m sure she’s going to a good home.” 

“My niece’ll love ‘er. She seems like a sweetheart,” Rhett said looking at the horse but he’s pretty sure he meant it for the rider too. Y/N seemed really nice. Going above and beyond what a typical seller would do. She even let him ride her own personal horse. He knew the Cooks had plenty of horses. Heck there were five tacked up from the lesson, but Y/N put him on her horse instead. 

Y/N flashed him a smile, “She really is! I’m sure you guy will take good care of her if it all pans out.” 

Rhett nods, “Promise we would.” And they would. Rhett would make sure of it. 

The two went back to just riding in silence. It was nice, peaceful. The whole ride ended up being about a half hour but felt like longer to Rhett. Maybe because he’s not one to slow down so being forced to felt like forever. 

Not that he minded. It was a nice change of pace to his bull riding and who wouldn’t want to ride alongside a pretty girl? Not that he can make a move. This is a business transaction. Or at least it might be. Not between him though. He’s just checking out the merchandise. 

When the two horses finally stood in front of the barn Y/N looked over at Rhett, “Did you still want to see her in action in the arena?” 

“I prolly should. Make sure everythin’ is good,” Rhett said with a shrug. If he didn’t, he’s sure his mother would ask about some specifics that he wouldn’t be able to answer. Not that he even knows what he’s looking for at this point. Seems like a fine horse to him. Would fit in with the others at the farm. She seems real gentle, would be a great first horse for Amy. 

Y/N nodded and swung her leg around and dismounted easily off Rainy with Rhett following suit. They switched horses again and Y/N led Rusty into the barn and came out a few minutes later with a smile on her face as she shook her head, “Sorry I was accosted for some mints. He’s such a ham sometimes.” 

“I’m sure he only gets them sparingly and isn’t at all spoiled,” Rhett says with a snicker. She seems like the type to spoil her horse. Like he’s her baby. Coo and fuss over him. Rhett understands. He takes good care of his horse but he's not one to spoil 'em.

“Mr. Abbott!” She says with a fake gasp. “How dare you make such accusations.” 

Rhett laughs and shakes his head, “You’re right. I do apologize, darlin’.” 

Y/N walked up to Rhett and took the reins from him, “Oh, I’m darlin’ now?” She smirked. 

Rhett shrugged, “If you want.” He wants. Pretty little thing like her? He’d be happy to call her darlin' every day. 

“I’ve heard about you, Rhett Abbott,” Y/N said walking the horse towards the arena. “The sweet and seemingly shy younger brother who charms the pants off any girl he sees.” 

“Now, I wouldn’t say that per say…” Rhett said with a shrug. He knows what he is. He won’t deny it. 

Y/N laughs as she opens the gate then brings Rainy inside the arena, “Oh yeah what would you say?” 

Rhett thinks for a minute then says, “I’m just tryin’ to practice for my future wife. By the time I find her I’ll be able to blow her mind.” It’s as good of an excuse as any. 

“Well, that’s one way to put it but live your best life, I guess,” Y/N says with a shrug as she shuts the gate. 

Rhett shrugs, “I am.” It’s how Rhett lives. It’s been fine for him. He’s not interested in anything long term. Hell, anytime he rides could be his last. He doesn’t want to put some girlfriend through that type of panic. He’s seen it. The tears. The fighting to get to her man when something happens. He doesn’t need that. He’s good with his life. Only sometimes does he wish for more. Mostly at night if he goes to bed alone. Someone to hold wouldn’t be so bad. Someone who stayed by him. Who chose him for him. Most of the time women are just interested in Rhett for his riding, for the notoriety - not that he has much. He’s still just Rhett Abbott from Wabang. Sure, he’s a good rider and a hard worker but that’s not too special most men in Wabang were hard workers save for the Tillerson's.

Y/N nods, “Then that’s all that matters.” She steps up into the saddle and swings her leg over. “So, what do you want to see Rainy do?” 

“You’re the one sellin’ her, darlin'. Show me what she’s got,” Rhett said and sat on the bleachers by the arena. He spreads out with his elbows on the seat behind him and crossed his ankles. 

“You got it, Mr. Abbot,” She pushed Rainy into a walk to let her get used to her footing in the arena. Once she went around a few times she pushed Rainy to a trot with her legs and a few clicks of her tongue for one go around before switching her to a collected trot then an extended trot. Rhett watched the horse’s gait as she easily switched. He may have watched Y/N some too. She looked good riding. He can’t admit to himself what else he’d like her to ride but he’s pretty sure she’d have a beautiful form for that too. Nope. He’s definitely not thinking about that. Would she be able to keep her back as straight? Would she have that same look of determination? She’s gotta have strong thighs to hold on and Rhett would be more than happy to give her something to hold on to. He shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts. Y/N literally called him a whore not too long ago. He can keep it in his pants. He can. She’s clearly not that type of girl. Right? He doesn’t think so. She’s more of a take her home to mama kind of girl which Rhett doesn’t want. Right? Even if she’s so pretty and rides like a dream. Okay. He needs to stop. He can handle watching a pretty girl ride a horse. She brought Rainy back down to a walk and stopped her in front of Rhett and reached down and scratched Rainy’s shoulder. “She’s a fancy girl.” 

Rhett laughs, “I can see that. I doubt we would ever have her do any of that. Too fancy for the farm.” Focus on the horse. That’s what he’s here for. He’s not here to ogle Margaret Cook’s niece. Maybe some other time. Not right now. 

Y/N shrugs, “You don’t know that. Maybe Amy wants to do Dressage.” 

“Is that what you taught Rainy all that for?” 

Y/N shakes her head, “I didn’t teach her. My aunt got her off some princess who didn’t want her horse anymore. She was over it but she did Dressage. Or so I heard. I just made sure she remembered her fancy footwork for fun.”

“Well, damn. Glad she ended up here with your family then,” Rhett shook his head in disbelief. Who buys their kid a horse then turns around and gets rid of it? Spoiled Brat. 

“Rainy’s been well loved here but I’m sure she’ll like going to a little girl who’ll dote on her and spoil her like the queen she is, the way she was meant to be,” Y/a said with a kind smile. “So, does she check out? Not that I’m the one selling her. My aunts just going to ask the minute I see her later.” 

“As far as I know she’s perfect for Amy. Met all my expectations,” Rhett walked over and leaned against the arena fence and looked at Rainy. She’ll be a great horse for Amy. A perfect pick. 

“Glad to hear it!” Y/N said with a big smile. She took her one leg out of the stirrup and swung it down but her other foot got caught in the stirrup. When she swung down it stayed so she had one leg awkwardly stuck. 

“Shit,” Rhett said as he hopped the fence. 

“I’m okay! I got it!” Y/N called. She finally got her foot out but lost her balance and fell to the ground with an “oomph.” Rainy hardly took any notice and just took a few steps to the side away from the fallen human. 

Rhett was immediately by her side reaching down to help her up, “You sure you got it, darlin’?” He snickered. 

“I clearly meant to do that, charmer,” Y/N said with a huff as she let Rhett help her up. 

Rhett grinned as he helped to get her steady, “Is that what I am to you, charming? Cause I can work with that.” And he could. It’s way better than thinking he’s just a whore. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “We’ll see.” 

“I can be charming if that’s what you want, darlin'. Is that what you want from me? Are you goin' to give me a chance?” He asked with a sly grin on his face. 

“If I was to give you a chance, you’d have to be living a different lifestyle and I’m not sure you can, charmer,” Y/N said as she shook her head with a small smile on her lips. She walked over and pulled Rainy’s reins over her head and lead her to the gate and opened it and waited for Rhett to follow. 

Rhett followed after the two with his hands in his back pockets and a grin on his face. He just needed to figure out how to convince her to give him that chance. He doesn't usually have to work so hard for this but he’s not one to shy away from the chase.

Rhett watched and listened in the doorway of the barn as Y/N put Rainy away. She softly talked to the horse as she get her situated the walked back towards Rhett.

“So, is there anything else I can do for you?” Y/N asked Rhett as she walked up.

Rhett shook his head, “No, ma’am I should be all set with Rainy. I’ll tell my mama about Rainy and I’m sure she’ll let your aunt know, darlin’.”

Y/N nodded and laughed, “Sounds good, charmer.”

“I’m still charming to you?” Rhett asks.

Y/N shrugs, “Guess so.”

“So, will you let me take you out?” Rhett asks. His hands are still in his back pockets but he has his fingers crossed in them. Clearly if she thought he was charming then she would want to spend more time together, right?

“Take me out where, Mr. Abbott?” She asked.

“Anywhere you’d let me,” Rhett says with a half smile. “Whenever you’d like.”

Y/N seems to think for a minute. Rhett’s starting to sweat, and definitely not from the heat of the day. Would she actually turn him down?

“How about this, I’ll give you my phone number and if after a week you still want to go out in a date we’ll go,” She offers.

Rhett grins, “That’s a fair deal.” He hands her his phone and she puts her number in and hands it back.

“Guess I’ll see you in a week, charmer.”

“Guess you will.”

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Keep The Wolves Away- R. Abbott

Chapter 1 pairing: eventually, Rhett Abbott x female!reader. Female!Reader x Luke Tillerson. Reader's last name is Lawton word count: 2.0k warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, mentions of cheating, mentions of dementia, slight spoilers to outer range. eventual: death, murder, fighting, excessive drinking, cheating, birth. masterlist

Rhett couldn’t help who he loved. It was just who he was. Behind that tough exterior and the tough cowboy act he tried so hard to push, he was a sweet, old soul. You would just never know it behind the constant revolving door of girls that seemed to follow him wherever he went. There was always a trail of broken hearts following behind Rhett. Rhett didn’t care when he broke a girl's heart, he knew that their arrangements were nothing more than a quickie in the bathroom of the Pit Bar or Handsome Gambler. He hardly knew their names, probably couldn’t pick their faces out in a crowd. They were girls who were there for the whole crew, buckle bunnies, if you will. Except for her. 

When Rhett’s blue eyes first landed on her, he knew that he had to have her. But her face was bright red as she stood toe to toe with Luke Tillerson. Their fight could be heard on the other side of the rodeo ground, and this was one of their more tame fights. Cecilia had said one time she was pretty sure she could hear the two of them yelling from their ranch. Both of them were stubborn, and it was beyond Rhett to figure out whatever she saw in Luke Tillerson. 

Y/N Lawton was perfect. Her perfect hair, her perfect smile, her perfect body. She was kind and gentle to everyone, even when they took that for granted. She grew up in the church, her family usually sitting next to Cecilia and Royal on Sunday mornings. Her older brother, Brooks, had been in Rhett’s class. Rhett never really paid attention to Y/N, she was always the annoying little sister that tagged along when Brooks and Rhett would go on hikes on the Lawton Ranch. She had always been quiet, growing up in the shadow of Brooks bull riding success. Her parents seemed more focused on him than they ever had been on her. She disappeared for some time, then came back a beautiful, and smart woman. 

“Can’t you just shut the fuck up, for once!” 

“It’s not that hard to ask that my fiance doesn’t stare at other women!” 

‘Fiance’? Rhett asked him, ‘When did that happen?’ 

“It’s also not that hard to ask my fiance to stop staring at these stupid rodeo boys like she’s starving!” 

“Screw you Luke. Don’t even bother coming home.” Rhett watched her turn on her heel and walk away from Tillerson, leaving him heaving. 

Luke and Y/N had been on and off for years. Luke was a known cheater, but hell so were most of the rodeo guys. What happened on the road, stayed on the road. The wives of the riders all knew what they got up to on those long weekends in the middle of nowhere. Most chose to ignore it, those were the strong ones, others let it get to them. Clearly, Y/N was one of the ones who let it get to her. Even Rhett could see that she deserved better than Luke Tillerson, but it wasn’t like he was much better. As much as Rhett hated to admit it, Luke was probably the better option as a husband for her. 

“Hey, you good?” Perry asked, walking up to his younger brother. 

“Yeah,” Rhett said, shaking his head, “When did Luke and Y/N get engaged?” 

“Two, three weeks ago,” Cecilia said, “If you went to church with us, you would’ve known. They announced it to the whole congregation.” 

“I thought they were broken up.” 

“Rumor going around that she caught him with another woman and threatened to tell everyone, and that’s why he asked. I can only imagine what her folks think,” Cecilia tisked, “Pay for that fancy nursing education just for her to come back, and get engaged to a Tillerson.” 

“Won’t have to use that education. Be set for life,” Perry grumbled and Rhett glared at him, “What? It’s true. Can be just like their mother.” 

“Crazy and fly off to Aspen?” Royal chided. 

“She’s better than that.” Rhett said under his breath, “I gotta go.” 

“Good luck son,” Royal said, and each of the family members wished him luck before the ride. Usually, Rhett’s mind was focused on the 2000 pound animal he was about to ride, but for some reason his mind was focused on Y/N. It was the first time he had seen her in almost a year, and here she was engaged. Rhett kept his head down as he walked, which inevitably made him run into someone. 

“Oh shit-” “I’m sor-” 

“Rhett?” 

“Y/N,” Rhett said and looked her up and down, “It’s been-” 

“Abbott! Let’s go!” One of the rodeo hands called out for him. She smiled at him and moved past him. Rhett watched as she walked over to the stands, taking a seat right next to Luke. He clenched his jaw as he watched Luke put his arm around her shoulders and pull her into him. She looked up at him and he mumbled something against her lips, and she shook her head and kissed him, “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” Rhett grumbled and took the rope in his hand. 

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The ride went about as good as all the rest of them went. Rhett had scored enough to keep himself safe and advance on to the next round. Everyone congratulated him as he walked into the Pit Bar that night. Rhett gave him a simple nod of his head as he made his way up to the bar. 

“The man of the hour! Rhett fucking Abbott!” The loud voice that called out to him could only belong to one Brooks Lawton. 

“Brooks,” Rhett smiled and greeted him with a hand shake, “How ya been? Didn’t see you in the circuit.” 

“Nah, I had to bail out of this one. Dad wasn’t doing too hot, disease is making him fucking crazy,” Brooks said and Rhett sighed. The word that Y/N and Brooks’ old man had gotten dementia spread like wildfire in the town, “I got lucky and was placed next weekend. Gonna give you a fucking run for your money.” 

“No doubt about that,” Rhett said and thanked the bartender for placing a beer in front of him, “Where’s your sister?” 

“Over there with that fucking Tillerson boy.” 

“Why did she come back?” 

“He knocked her up,” Brooks clenched his jaw, “Get this, she called me in tears four months ago saying that he went and cheated on her at some rodeo up in Cheyenne and that she’s done with him and all this shit. Never coming back to Wabang. . . just to find herself back here, with a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly. And that’s not even the craziest thing, she hasn’t even told him.” 

That made Rhett choke on his beer, “What?” 

“Scared of what might happen if she does. You know how they are. Who knows what hippy shit Wayne might try and do. She’s already terrified as it is.” Brooks looked down at his boots. Rhett’s eyes were set on the table across the bar. All three Tillerson boys sat there, each with a girl under their arm. Y/N looked like she would rather be anywhere but right next to Luke, while Luke looked like he would rather have the girl next to Billy. 

Y/N could feel eyes on here as she looked down at the diamond ring on her finger that felt unusually heavy. The smell of alcohol and smoke made her feel nauseated as she tried taking small sips of air to and stop the feeling of rising bile in her throat. She shifted in her seat and Luke looked down at her. He had noticed her odd behavior all night but brushed it off. She was probably still pissed about their fight at the rodeo. 

“You okay, Y/N? You look a little green,” Trevor asked her. She bit her lip and nodded, but Luke narrowed his blue eyes at her. 

“You sure babe?” Luke asked, and that was the last straw for her. 

“No, c-can you move?” Y/N rushed out, her voice breaking. Luke moved quickly, feeling the urgency radiating off her body. As soon as Luke was out of the booth, she quickly stood to her feet and ran for the door. 

“The hell was that about?” Billy asked, looking from his brother to the door of the bar. Luke just shrugged and shook his head sitting back down. 

On the other side of the bar, Rhett noticed her leaving quickly. He excused himself from Brooks and Perry, and made his way towards the same path she did. She must’ve moved fast cause when Rhett got outside there was no sign of her. He looked around the dark parking lot and sighed. 

‘What am I even doing? She’s fucking engaged,’ He thought to himself, ‘She’s engaged and. . . throwing up on the side of the building’ 

“Holy shit,” Rhett said to himself and shuffled over to her, as she was bent over and throwing up. She had one hand on the side of the wall to brace herself as her other hand held back her hair from her face. “You okay?” He called out to her as he approached. What a dumb fucking question. . . 

“Y-yeah I’m fine!” Y/N answered. She stood up straight and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “Just the smell in there is. . .” 

“Gross?” Rhett asked, finishing her sentence. She nodded and turned to look at him. Her eyes were even more beautiful than he remembered, even if they were bloodshot and red from her getting sick. He took a step closer to her but stopped when he heard Luke calling her name. 

“Babe?!” Luke said, brushing past Rhett and grabbing her face gently, “What happened? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” Y/N said. 

“Did you get sick?” 

“No-” “Yeah.” Rhett and her said at the same time. Luke looked over his shoulder, noticing him still standing there. 

“I came out for a smoke and saw her getting sick.” 

“Well thanks for checking on her,” Luke said, “Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” Y/N nodded her head as Luke placed his hand on the small of her back, gently leading her to walk forward. 

“Oh Rhett, tell Brooks I’m staying with Luke. I’ll be by in the morning to meet with the health aides,” Y/N said softly and Rhett gave her a nod. 

“Yeah. . . thanks again. . .” Luke gave Rhett a fake smile as he rammed his shoulder into his as he walked past him. Rhett stumbled a bit and clenched his jaw. He turned around and watched as Luke’s hand traveled down lower to grab your ass, which he did mainly to piss off Rhett and show him that she belonged to him. Rhett kicked around a couple of rocks before going back inside the bar. 

Luke opened the door to his truck and helped her get in. When the door shut she leaned her head against the window, still feeling gross from getting sick on the side of the building. Luke climbed in his truck and sighed, tapping his fingers on the wheel, not yet turning it on. They sat in silence for a moment before Luke turned to look at his fiance. 

“I’m gonna ask you again. . . are you sure you’re not pregnant?” 

Y/N looked down at her hands in her lap, staring once again at the large diamond ring, “No, I’m not pregnant.”

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I Knew You Were Trouble (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: One of the cats is definitely more trouble than he’s worth

It was one of those hazy summer mornings, one where the mist rolls over the hills and across the rivers, more akin to steam rising off of a boiling pot than anything else. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, welcoming in the day after the long hours of darkness that had encompassed Wabang. 

It was already warmer than usual as Rhett entered into the barn, which by now was sweltering, overwhelmed with the smell of hay, horses, wood and rope. Despite the heat, Rhett loved those smells, those that were familiar and comforting.....just like home. 

“Alright you old bat,” Rhett said, teasing Abigail, the dairy cow Cecelia had taken in. “I’ve gotcha, I’m comin.” 

All morning long, Abigail had mooed away in the pasture with the bull she had mated with, her calf coming by to nurse for a few hours. Some other ranchers would have found it a nuisance, but the way Rhett and Royal saw it, the less work they had to do. 

Rhett immediately set to milking Abigail, the cow standing dead still as he worked. He had been so focused that Rhett hadn’t realized the tiny mewing that had been coming from the hay. 

“Well, well,” he said with a grin. “What are you doin here?” 

The six week old calico kitten tottered in, mewing like crazy as he put his little paws up on the metal bucket and pawed Rhett’s bootlaces. Out of all of Tiny and Willy’s kittens, this one in particular had a habit of following Rhett around to the strangest of places. 

“You hungry?” Rhett asked. 

He kept a close eye on him while he worked, but the kitten was clearly impatient enough to start climbing on the bucket. He curled his little body over the rim, his little tail dangling behind him before he splashed down in the milk with a loud *PLOP!* and another tiny mew following in its wake. 

“Alright, c’mere you little bugger,” Rhett said, reaching in to fish him out. 

Rhett’s big hand scooped him right up, the poor little kitten mewing again, his fur soaked with fresh milk. Rhett carefully dried him off with a rag he kept in his back pocket as the kitten’s fur began to stick up at odd angles. 

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth you know,” Rhett chuckled. 

The kitten mewed as though he understood before Rhett placed him in the breastpocket of his shirt, the little one wriggling around before settling in and staring up at Rhett. 

Rhett smiled and shook his head, heading right back to the house with the bucket in his hand and the kitten tucked in the pocket against his chest. When he entered through the front door, there you were, in the kitchen just having made breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs was still fresh in the air as Rhett set the milk bucket down near the stove to be boiled and pasteurized. 

“Looks like you had a morning,” you chuckled. 

“Doesn’t even begin to describe it darlin,” Rhett answered. 

You laughed as the kitten stuck his little head out of Rhett’s shirt pocket, looking around and pricking up his little ears. You carefully lifted him out and handed him to Rhett who in turn went to the living room and placed him in the basket beside his brothers and sisters. 

“Little guy’s more trouble than he’s worth,” you chuckled. 

“Said the same thing to myself darlin,” Rhett said, pulling you close and kissing the side of your head. “Think we should give him a name yet?” 

“We’ll decide that when the time comes,” you answered. 

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rhett to the rescue

pairing: rhett x girlfriend!reader

author’s note: based on this prompt from @soaharleys / @top-gun-rooster.

writing for rhett is so fun and i’m so thankful for the lovely responses that my two previous rhett fics have received so far! special thanks to my outer range viewing buddy™️ and rhett sister wife, @luminousnotmatter!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, language, brief violence, mentions of blood, brief sexual innuendos

It had been Rhett’s idea to go out to the Pit Bar for the night.

“Come on, honeybee. Let me buy you a drink and take you dancing tonight,” he proposed with a wink, his hands warm on your waist as he gazed down into your eyes. God, but those eyes of his really were the bluest you’d ever seen.

And how could you possibly say no to that, especially when he had you pressed against the back shelves of your daddy’s general store, his lips attached to your neck and his calloused thumbs brushing absentmindedly against your hipbones? He smelled like dirt and hay and horses after a long day on the ranch, and you were pretty sure you were capable of getting drunk off that and nothing more. Running your fingers through his honey-colored hair, you giggled breathily as he nipped at your earlobe, his teeth lightly catching on the earring he’d bought you for your birthday. Your boyfriend could be very persuasive when he wanted to be.

Not that you needed persuading. After a long and busy week of work for both of you, there was nothing you wanted more than to cut loose and enjoy some good beer and good music with Rhett.

When the tinkling of the bell at the front door indicated that a customer had walked in, you smiled as you gently shoved your boyfriend off you. “I’m still on the clock, Abbott,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his pouting lips. “Go take a shower and pick me up tonight,” you added with a wink, sliding past him and making your way to the front of the store.

You didn’t miss the whistle Rhett let out as you strutted away from him, a smile breaking out across your face despite yourself.

Just a few hours later, your blood was pumping wildly in your veins as Rhett held you close in the middle of the Pit, his arm draped across your waist and a smile meant only for you gracing his lips as the two of you moved and swayed to the beat of a song you couldn’t even name.

The two of you had started out the night strong, with two rounds of tequila shots as soon as you walked through the door. When you’d suggested licking the salt off each other’s hands, Rhett’s eyes had nearly bugged out of his head and you’d thought for a moment he was going to drag you home right then.

You were glad he hadn’t though, because you were having too much fun twirling around in his arms.

When the song came to an end, you grinned breathlessly at him and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning into his chest.

Dropping a kiss onto your forehead, he asked, “Want another beer?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. After the tequila shots, you’d both decided to switch to beer so that you weren’t on your asses before the night had even started.

“Be right back, honeybee,” Rhett winked, giving your butt an affectionate little squeeze before turning to head back to the bar.

Smiling as you watched him walk away, you lifted your hair off the back of your neck and fanned your face lightly as you heard the music melt into what sounded like a Luke Bryan song.

“Hot?” came a patronizing voice from behind you, one that instantly made your skin crawl.

Frowning, you turned around and found yourself looking up into the smug, smirking face of Luke Tillerson.

“None of your business,” you told him, dropping your hair and folding your arms tightly across your chest. Your stomach churned when you caught his eyes flicking down towards your breasts.

“Aw, and I was only coming over to ask for a dance,” Luke chuckled in that entitled way of his, eyeing you up and down.

“Fuck off, Luke,” you retorted, knowing he was only coming near you to try to get a rise out of Rhett. If the bar wasn’t so crowded, your boyfriend would have already been back with the beers by now.

“Such a dirty mouth you’ve got,” Luke shot back, still not leaving. “No wonder Abbott likes you so much. He always has had a taste for low breeding.”

Eyes narrowing sharply, you just glared at him and tried to swallow back the hot anger you felt rising up your throat.

Luke just laughed, which made you angrier. “It always is so easy to get a rise out of you, sugar,” he said condescendingly. “Come on, dance with me,” he demanded, suddenly grabbing onto your hips.

“Get off me, you fucking asshole!” you exclaimed, shoving him hard in the chest.

The sound of a shout from the bar brought your head whipping around, just in time to see Rhett tossing your beers to the ground as he came charging straight at you and Luke, his eyes blazing. They were no longer the tender blue of a warm summer sky that you knew so well. Now they were the frigid, icy blue of a Wyoming frost in deep winter, like shards of glass directed straight at Luke Tillerson.

“Get the fuck off her!” Rhett exploded, shoving Luke just hard enough to get him off you without hurting you in the process.

Luke stumbled back slightly, finally releasing you and glaring at Rhett, who was immediately pulling you behind him.

“Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on her, you hear me?” Rhett growled, grabbing Luke roughly by the front of his shirt and shaking him for good measure.

“Rhett,” you called out, noticing that people were already starting to stop and stare. “Baby, forget about it. He’s not worth it. Let’s just go.”

“Yeah, you heard her, Abbott,” Luke smirked, cocky as ever. “Why don’t you just go?”

Rhett looked about ready to pound Luke Tillerson into the ground, but when you touched his arm gently, his vision cleared somewhat. “Come on, baby,” you whispered to him. “Let’s just go.”

Taking a deep breath, Rhett shot one more murderous glance at Luke, then released him and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the two of you turning in unison to head towards the exit.

“Yeah,” you heard Luke’s voice ringing above the din in the bar. “She doesn’t want to dance with a real man. She’d rather slum it as a buckle bunny.”

You felt Rhett tense beside you instantly and knew what was coming.

“Rhett!” you cried out, but you couldn’t stop him now. Nothing could stop him now.

Before Luke could even wipe the smug smile off his face, Rhett’s fist was connecting with his jaw. Hard.

“Fuck you, you spoiled piece of shit,” Rhett spit as he stood over Luke, who was now lying on the floor, holding his bloody face in his hands.

“Abbott, you fucking freak! I think you knocked my tooth out,” Luke groaned, sitting up and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Oh well,” Rhett shrugged, completely unfazed. “You can afford a new one.”

With that, he turned on his heel and made his way back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he led you out of the bar.

You had barely stepped two feet outside before you had him pinned against the wall of the Pit, hands running up his chest as you kissed him hungrily, tasting the tequila and beer on his lips.

“What the—”

“That was kind of hot, baby,” you admitted, grinning up at him, as you ran your fingers through the long hair at the nape of his neck.

“Oh, yeah?” Rhett smirked, arching an eyebrow. “You liked me knocking out Luke Tillerson’s tooth?”

When you giggled and nodded in response, Rhett smiled and brushed your hair behind your ear. “Honeybee, I’d knock out his whole damn mouthful of teeth if you wanted me to.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned in close and brushed your lips against his. “Doesn’t have to be the whole mouthful. Maybe just one or two more,” you teased.

Laughing loudly, Rhett scooped you up into his arms and carried you off to his truck, where you spent more time showing him just how much you appreciated him coming to your rescue.