#rhett abbott fan fiction

[attapullman]

Good at Makin' Bad Decisions | Rhett Abbott

Summary: Even a year after you've broken up, after a night of drinking you still end up in Rhett Abbott's bed.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: f! reader, smut, 18+ ONLY as always, fingering, swearing, alcohol, healthy dash of praise k!nk as usual

A Note From Mo: I blame reading an old fic I desperately wanted to re-write and having covid, strep, and my period all at the same time for whatever the fuck this is. Anyway, happy 6 months since the last time I wrote Rhett! xoxo

There’s something about waking up in a bed that isn’t yours that causes an anxiety like none other. Especially when the night before is a hazy blur. And you aren’t wearing any pants.

Wait, where are your pants?

Creamy morning light bleeds through the thin plaid curtains in the room. From your spot half-buried under the comforter, you notice the vaguely familiar rodeo posters tacked up on the wall and dust-covered flannels on the floor. The slight tinge of boy sweat engulfs the room. Definitely not a Tillerson room, but who the fuck did you go home with?

A quick body scan results in these observations:

Your jeans were long gone, but cheekies and tshirt still remained.

Your head was splitting open from the axe of a bad hangover.

Based on the groan that did not come from your body, there was definitely another person in the bed. And they were awake.

You flip over in bed, panicked. Praying to God that beside you is some random Wabang townie. But you would know those dark, grown out curls anywhere. He may be turned toward the wall, but you know him better than you know yourself.

“Rhett?”

A tentative hand leaves the warm cocoon of blankets to roughly shove your ex’s shoulder. He grunts with consciousness and a veiny hand rises up to rub at his eyes. Takes a moment to rake through those unruly curls. Flipping over onto his back, bright ultramarine eyes quirk up at you. 

“Good mornin’ to y’too, sunshine.”

It’s hard to remember everything you want to say when he’s looking entirely too delectable for the morning hours. Something you’d sweetly told him during your relationship, but after your swift uncoupling it’s downright rude of him.

“Why am I in your bed?” His eyes roll slightly as he lifts up onto his right arm, rolling the thick, labor-built muscles of his neck and back. It’s mesmerizing, watching him work out the kinks that come with his profession. Your eyes unable to leave where his hand massages over that bronc tattoo you’re still weak over. “We didn’t sleep together, did we?”

He’s sexy as hell, but you’ve been doing a really good job avoiding him the past year.

“D’ya not remember any of last night?” Your head shakes, cheeks heating. “Not even a little? Oh fuck, really? You had quite t’night, darlin’.”

The color completely drains from your face. In your hey day, the two of you could drink the bar under the table, stumbling out of the Handsome Gambler with the sloppiest grins and even sloppier kisses. Drunken shenanigans were the norm. 

But since your breakup last year, nights out had been quiet. A beer or two, a tequila shot when the time called. Your friends don’t have the tolerance of a bull rider. And neither do you anymore, since you can’t remember much past that third shot of Don Julio.

How had you landed in bed with Rhett Abbott? 

As you watch him roll out his other shoulder, it’s like no time has passed since that night. Sitting in his truck, the front porch light on as your roommates wait for you to come in. Deciding that if he’s gonna be traveling the mountain states to make a name for himself, it’s not fair for you to be sitting at home worrying what bone would break. You can’t take off weeks to follow him around. You’re too young to sit around pining. He can’t handle all that time away from you. It just makes sense to call it quits. And yet tears poured down both your cheeks when you shut that truck door for the last time, Rhett Abbott no longer your business.

Why are you here?

Blinking back the ghost of tears, you clear your throat. “What kind of night exactly?”

In the past, a night of too much tequila in Rhett’s bed would have had Royal knocking on the door at an ungodly hour and Cecelia giving you an exasperated yet playful look when you snuck out the back door in the morning. 

“Do ya really want t’know what happened?” He’s leaning against the headboard, broad chest in view, sheets low on his hips. You say one last prayer that he’s wearing sweats so that you can still believe that you didn’t have a blackout fuck with your ex.

“I’m scared to ask,” you admit, the gentle smirk on his face confirming that this story is not going to paint you in a flattering light. 

Rhett’s head tilts down as he laughs, teeth flashing as the hearty grumble fills the room. Looks back up at you with that boyish mischievous grin you’ve loved for years. There’s a pillow indent still marring his cheek. Your heart lurches for him, for when you could call him yours.

His lip quirks. “Ya threw a rock at m’window in the middle o’the night. Begged me to let ya in. Told ya to go home, but ya threatened t’wake up my folks.”

Your cheeks flame with shame. Drunk you was not in your corner.

“Snuck ya in the back door, like ol’ times. Said yer friends had dropped ya off, so let ya stay until ya sobered up.” The burning embarrassment lifts a little, imagining you quietly climbing in bed and sleeping. But that unruly mischievous smile is back. “Then ya started tellin’ me how much you miss my cock and asked t’go for a ride.”

A hole opening in the earth and swallowing you couldn’t make you escape this embarrassment.

“Please tell me I didn’t-”

“Oh, but y’did, darlin’. It wouldn’t be a drunk night out with ya without asking for m’fingers. Practically gagging for it as I got ya upstairs.” He’s radiating pride. You risk a glance at those thick, calloused fingers. Yep, you can see yourself begging for even just one of them.

“Then ya started strippin’ off yer pants…forgot how cute yer booty looks shakin’ like that.” He lets out a joyful grunt, the happiest sound a cowboy ever did make. “Had to hold yer hands to yer side to keep it from bein’ a free strip show.” 

You swallow down every ounce of your dignity, the scene playing behind your eyes. Those strong hands wrapped around your biceps. Your cheeky comments, grinding your ass on any part of him you could. The lack of inhibitions on your part was concerning, but when had you ever been able to restrain yourself when it came to Rhett?

His giggles fade as you both sit against the rough wooden headboard, the one that is nearly as old as this creaky house. In the silence of the room you can now hear the busy sounds of his folks making breakfast. Figures they still have that louder than sin coffee machine. You could really use a cup.

He shifts beside you, the energy in the room softer. “Ya know, after y’fell asleep, I kept on thinkin’ about all the times ya stayed over here. Nights in the pasture. We were s’good…” He trails off, the silence filled with reminders of rushed kisses between rides, lazy afternoons on horseback, and too many days spent in the barn pretending to do chores while the two of you fell in love. 

It was you. You couldn’t handle the broken bones. The purpled bruises week after week. He loved it, and you couldn’t take that from him. So you had left a part of yourself with him and spent the past year pretending like you weren’t missing a limb. It was him. He didn’t want to be always missing home. Canceling rides purely so he could drive hours back here. He cut his losses before he was in too deep, spending the last year acting like a chunk of his heart wasn’t permanently cemented in you.

When you two crossed paths in town you exchanged sad glances and half-hearted smiles. Nights at the Handsome Gambler a drink was raised in greeting. It was as painful and as amicable as a breakup could be. But this was the closest the two of you had been since that night in his truck. The most you’d spoken other than forced hello’s. The most you’d touched since that last kiss goodbye.

Looking into those impossibly deep oceans he calls eyes, there was an emotion that you couldn’t read. His smile gone, thin lips bitten as he worried them between his teeth. Mirth replaced with angst.

You need to get out of here.

“M’sorry for interrupting your night. You know my libido has her own brain when I drink. Give me ten and I’ll be out of your hair - think Ce will notice me going out the back door?”

You’re barely off the bed when an arm, all hard muscle and thick veins, wraps around your bicep and brings you to a warm chest. “I-I…just for a minute, ‘kay?”

It’s the best you’ve felt in so long. Safe, warm. He’d shaped perfectly to accommodate you. It’s only natural to scoot closer into him, blurring the lines of ended relationships to seek his comfort.

Rhett’s heartbeat is solid beneath your cheek, speed picking up when you curl into him and run your hand along his side. The rumble of his chest vibrates as he clears his throat. “Ya don’t have t’ leave. I like havin’ ya here, missed holding’ ya, yer so soft.”

You hum in agreement and then there’s a beat, and you can almost see the bashful grin splitting his face. “And yer s’sexy in those panties.”

At least you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

One of those perfectly large, comforting hands slides down your side, hitching your hip up so you can straddle his thigh. That thick expanse of pure muscle was exactly where you belonged.

You were already here, already embarrassed yourself. Might as well go the whole way.

“Rhett?” His eyes latch onto yours, eager to hear from you. “I don’t have to go. If you want to, uh, catch up?” If his hungry smirk wasn’t an indicator, the twitch in his boxers below speaks volumes.

Aware there’s an old house with no sound proofing and an entire family downstairs eating bacon, he rolls you over onto your back, rippling biceps boxing you in. That confident smirk that looks as in place in bed as it does atop a two ton bull. The hungover logic in your brain pleading you to go home not nearly as strong as the instant spring of your legs landing either side of his hips.

His lips ghost over yours, eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitance. The slightest groan left you, eager to feel him. Taste him.

“Please…please don’t tease me.” His smirk is bordering on arrogant as you wrap impatient hands around strong shoulders. Your libido was making her triumphant return after not being satisfied the night before, pooling in the apex of your thighs as he presses against you. You want Rhett, and you want him now.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, a shadow of the real thing. “If y’can be quiet f’me, I’ll give you m’fingers, darlin’.”

Dignity fades to the back of your brain as you quickly nod at him, lips pressed close like a good girl.

Scruff scratches along your jaw as he hums along your skin, pressing his weight to one side as calloused fingers make their way south, slipping and catching against your soft skin. Both your eyes fluttering as cotton is pushed aside and he finds your clit, rubbing the softest of circles. His little chuckle at how wet you already are. Small whimpers leaving you before he finally tilts his head down to smother your lips in a warm, soft kiss.

Fuck, he’s an even better kisser than you remember.

Running a hand through those unruly curls, letting the dark hair tangle between your fingers as you fight to keep your moans contained. A struggle as he presses deliciously on the button, delighted at how you squirm against him. Lips ghosting against your ear as he moans your name. “Doin’ s’good for me.”

While his thumb continues its mind numbing descent on your clit, the tips of his fingers brush against your folds. He knows you love a tease, the promise of what’s to come. His special trick to getting you to your orgasm in less time than he rides a bull.

“R-Rhett.” Your voice is barely audible, struggling to keep yourself from screaming his name to the heavens. Your fingers never feel this good, nothing could ever be as satisfying as his touch. Your pathetic whimpers picking up speed as the blinding white pleasure threatened to overtake you.

“Are ya gonna cum for me, darlin’? Y’know y’want to. Cum for me, baby girl, show me how good I make y’feel.”

Scruff against your neck and jaw as he showers you in kisses, whispers praises in your ear, fingers stroking and rubbing and bringing you closer to the promised land. Slips that wild tongue between your lips, groaning at your familiar taste, and that’s all it takes.

A thousand years could pass and you would still remember how all-consuming every orgasm is that Rhett Abbott has given you. The flash behind your eyes, the constriction of your chest. Thanking the good Lord that Rhett’s tongue is deep in your mouth to shush the pleasured scream that threatens to escape. 

You settle from your orgasm with soft kisses and his wet fingers trailing along your skin, soothing you. Not that it’s easy to be soothed when his erection is throbbing against your thigh. He’s hot and ready, prepared to take you all the ways he’s denied himself the past year.

You’re doing the mental math. Your ex giving you an orgasm isn’t that bad. Fucking him? That’s the kind of mistake you can’t undo and should be avoided.

But when you look in those midnight blue eyes, all reason hightails out the door. It’s just sex - not a relationship - you two are so good at sex. And it’s been so long since you’ve taken him for a proper ride.

Your fingers sink into the back of his boxers, itching to sink your fingers into the meat of his ass - hard and toned from hours riding. Tease him a little by pressing a kiss to that scruffy chin as he ushers you along, desperate to be inside you.

Just as you get the checkered material past his cheeks, there’s a knock at the door. Rhett’s a deer in the headlights above you; wide, scared eyes aimed at the door.

It’s Cecelia, speaking through the wood as she walks past with the laundry. “Rhett, hurry up, y’got chores in the barn.” 

The two of you exchange a glance, relief at being in the clear.

“Oh, and sweetie? Since you’re still here, if you want breakfast, there’s some extra bacon.”

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

You’re My Girl

Rhett Abbott x reader

Synopsis: Rhett has always been stubborn and will stop at nothing to ride at the rodeo even with an injury. But after a fight with his wife leads to her being injured Rhett realised what is more important to him.

Warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, couples fighting, descriptions of hospitals

“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS?” Rhett shouted, shoving his chair harshly under the wooden kitchen table. “YOU’RE KIDDING ME!”

“Rhett, please just listen. I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what? You can’t ask me to not ride. You know how much this means to me.” Rhett sighed, running his hand through his unruly brown locks, “when we got married you promised you’d support me in everything. You promised and…”

“I DO SUPPORT YOU, RHETT!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face, your voice hoarse from arguing with your stubborn husband. Rhett had injured his back hauling bales in the barn but refused to back out of the rodeo on Friday. You loved your husband dearly but he was stubborn as hell when he wanted to be and this was one of those times. Rhett paced back and forth in front of the table, his boots hitting the wooden floor aggressively. You knew you were pushing your luck but you desperately wanted Rhett to rest up. He’d been on strong pain medication from the doctor so he could get out of bed in the morning but he wouldn't stop. How was he expecting to ride a bull? You stood from your seat, rounding the table and coming face to face with him. “Rhett, please. I’m not trying to hold you back, I’m trying to help you. Your back has had you in agony all week. Please just miss this one out, rest up for the week and maybe you can ride the following week. I love you and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Rhett glared at you as you reached towards him but he stepped back, holding his hand up to stop you. “I need this win and you know that better than anyone. I can’t believe you’d ask this of me.” He grabbed his hat from the table and stormed out the front door. You watched as the door ricocheted into the wall with a loud thud. Sinking back into your chair, your heart sunk and you finally allowed yourself to cry, shoulders shaking as you released the sob you’d been suppressing. You’d always hated arguing with Rhett, it wasn’t that his temper scared you, he was known for being fiery, you just hated seeing him hurting. The footsteps shuffling behind you made you turn as Perry and Cecila poked their heads around the corner, looking at you expectantly. You just shook your head, watching as your tears fell onto the table, seeping into the wood like the ink on the pages from the love letters Rhett had sent you. He’d always write you a little note before each of his rides, telling you how much he loved you. It was how he’d proposed. He wrote you a note and told you to read it when he’d won and as the scores came up on the board you’d read it, ‘will you be my girl?’ You had looked up over the crowds of heads to where Rhett stood in the arena, ring box in hand as he shouted, “so what’s your answer, Darlin’.” You smiled at the memory. Those had been happier days when everything was less stressful. Now you had to worry about the Tillerson’s advances on Abbott land, the fact that Perry had killed Trevor, the fact that your husband was on a suicide mission, let alone the secret you’d been keeping for weeks. Cecilia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You did everything you could, my Rhett’s stubborn sometimes. He will never learn.”

“But what if it’s not enough,” you wailed, looking helplessly at your mother-in-law. “What if it’s not enough?”

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The rodeo arena was packed when you arrived and you struggled to find a seat where you could all sit. In the end, Perry had to balance Amy on his knee while you and Cecilia squished on either side of him. You wanted to see Rhett before he rode but Cecelia advised you against it.

“You know how he gets when he’s like this. There ain’t no good trying to talk him out of it.” She was right of course, she was his mother after all but you could help the growing discomfort in your stomach as you wait for him to ride. Royal had gone down to see him and you could see the two men talking. Rhett looked uncomfortable and Royal kept trying to support his son but in true Rhett fashion, he pushed the help away. You fiddled with the sleeve of your jacket nervously, watching as more and more people flooded into the already packed arena. By the time Rhett was ready to ride you were a nervous wreck, palms sweating and heart racing. You’d had to stop yourself multiple times from getting up to tell the judges that Rhett was injured and couldn’t compete but you knew if you did that he'd never forgive you. You watched as the bull hurtled out into the arena, throwing your husband around like a rag doll. Perry gripped your hand tightly and you squeezed it in return as a thank you. He knew how stressed you felt when Rhett rode and although he was generally awkward around you he always tried to comfort you in times like these. As the buzzer sounded you let out the breath you’d been holding, relieved that his first ride of the night was over. Cecelia went to grab some drinks, while Perry and Amy chatted amongst themselves. You got up from your seat, moving down to the metal railings to try and catch another glimpse of Rhett. He was talking to one of the other riders but you could tell by the way he was standing that his back was causing his pain. You were so caught up in what Rhett was doing that we didn’t see the loose bull come charging out into the crowds. People were shouting, pushing and shoving to escape the animal's wrath. The crowd swarmed towards you, shoving you harshly against the railings. Pushing with all your might you freed yourself, tripping and falling into the dust below with an almighty crack, your arm bent underneath you as your head connected with the ground. Searing pain shot up your arm, burning through you as you gasped for air. It was complete agony. Your arm hung limply at your side as you rolled over, avoiding people’s footsteps and propping yourself up against the railings. You could hear the Bullfighters herding the bull back into the chute, thudding hooves against the rough ground and shouts of men filling the evening sky. You blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings but the pain caused your mind to fog, eyes blurry as you tried to make out your surroundings. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear Rhett’s voice calling your name. You called out to him weakly, willing him to find you. The blurry figure approached you, kneeling and grabbing your face in their hands. You knew it was Rhett, even without seeing him you knew. Your body responded to his touch and you tried to sit forward but he held onto you, stilling your movements. Rhett's voice was full of anxiety as he spoke to you, his voice wavering as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. He pulled you into his lap cradling you close to his chest as he whispered to you comfortingly. “It’s ok, Baby Girl I’ve got you Darlin’. It’s gonna be ok.” You could hear him shouting frantically to Perry and the second set of legs appeared next to you. Everything was muffled and the pain in your arm only progressed until it was blinding, everything was growing darker and all you could hear was Rhett’s voice fading into the distance.

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Rhett had never been so scared in his whole life when he saw you collapse against the railings as the crowds of people pushed past. He’d run like his life depended on it, bringing you into his arms and cradling you against him. You had a large gash on your forehead and you held your arm against you, whimpering softly as he maneuvered you into a more comfortable position. Everything had happened so fast and before he knew it you were led in the backseat of Perry’s truck heading to the nearest hospital, his final ride completely forgotten. You looked so pale and Rhett felt helpless as you lay unconscious in his arms. Cecilia had ordered him to keep pressure on the cut on your head and the bleeding had now slowed. His mother had given him a small smile before he got into the truck. “She’ll be ok Rhett, she’s a fighter.” Those words circled around Rhett’s head as he watched your lifeless frame. Rhett shouted at Perry to drive faster which caused his brother to run three red lights and nearly got them killed crossing a junction. ——————————————————————————

The hospital was quiet when they arrived and a nurse ushered them straight into a room where Rhett placed you carefully onto the crisp white sheet. You looked as sickly pale and Rhett gulped audibly, trying to control his ragged breathing. The on-call doctor soon arrived and began asking questions but Rhett couldn’t concentrate, his brown eyes stayed fixed on your feeble frame. Perry spoke to the doctor but all his words jumbled into one, the harsh beeping of the heart monitor, the chatter of the doctor and Perry, and the buzzing, flickering light above your bed all blurred into white noise. Perry had to all but drag Rhett out of your room. “You gotta let the doctors do their work, Rhett. You're no good to her now.”

In the waiting room, Rhett sank into the squeaky chair. It had been well used with rips and the leather flaking and Rhett wondered how many family members had sat in this waiting room, just waiting for the news of their family. How many people had cried and mourned, how many had celebrated? Rhett had always wondered what it must be like sitting in the waiting room, wondering how people had felt. He had never been on this side of an accident, normally it was him led in that hospital bed while you sat here fretting. He hated that he’d put you through this feeling time and time again.

The room was no bigger than the hay barn of the ranch and was well-lit with fluorescent strip lights hanging from the ceiling. Rhett's adrenaline from the evening was dimming and he could feel his eyes trying to slip closed but between the bright lights and Perry’s leg tapping incessantly against the floor he had little hope of the rest he was seeking. It felt like an eternity before the doctor appeared in the doorway, white coat on and clipboard in hand. “Mr Abbott?” The tall elderly doctor asked. Rhett could tell by his uninterested tone that he’d been doing this for years, he didn’t even bother looking up from his notes. “Your wife sustained a transverse fracture to her right arm, several broken ribs and she has a concussion.” He continued reeling off medical jargon that left Rhett staring blankly at him, trying to comprehend the complex terminology. “She will be fine and the baby looks to be fine too.” Rhett’s heart stopped. The baby? The doctor left swiftly, leaving Rhett staring into the abyss.

“Rhett, you good?” Perry placed a hand on his brother's shoulders, watching as he swayed a little, with the adrenaline gone and the shock of the news Rhett’s knees buckled and Perry steered his brother back towards the chair. Rhett’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to regain his composure, trying to calm his nerves before facing you. How did this happen? Rhett knew very well how it happened. After his last rodeo win, he snuck with you to his truck. He always felt horny after a win but this time it was different, you were just as mad for him as he was for you. Rhett thought back to that passionate night, windows steamed, naked frames pressed together, your soft whimpers as he pounded into you seeking his release. Rhett’s face was a little flushed when he looked back up at his brother. “I’ve gotta see her.” With that he stood, taking long strides across the room and out into the hallway.

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As Rhett entered the room he couldn’t help the tears that pricked his blue eyes. You were sat up in bed, plum-coloured bruises littering your face, stitches placed in a neat line along the cut on your forehead and your right arm balanced in a sling. Due to having broken ribs, the expansion of your chest was feeble, but you still gave your husband a small smile.

“Rhett,” you whispered and he was by your side in an instant, clutching tightly onto your left hand. “Oh god Baby Girl, I’m so sorry.” Rhett could feel pressure building behind his eyes as the tears threatened to fall. He tried to blink them away and stay focused on you, but the tears trickled down his face regardless. You could tell he was doing his best to keep his emotions at bay. He was trying to be strong for you like he always did.

“It’s not your fault,” your voice was weak and croaky and Rhett instantly reached to give you a glass of water which you accepted and drank gratefully.

“This should never have happened. It’s my damn fault, if I hadn't been so stubborn we wouldn’t have even been there and you would have been ok.” Rhett was trying to reason with you but you just shook your head.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry, Baby. I never want you to feel like I’m holding you back, I only want what’s best for you and I want you to be safe.” You were crying now too so Rhett perched on the edge of your bed, pulling you close as you cried into his shirt. “Shh, don’t cry Darlin’, it’s all gonna be ok.” Rhett couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the baby. It was such a foreign thought to him. A baby. You were having a baby and he would be a father. Ever since you two had started dating you both knew you wanted a family, but after several years of marriage and nothing to show for it, Rhett had assumed that it wasn’t on the cards for you both and he’d accepted that. He was just glad that he had you. When you composed yourself a little, you pulled away to face your husband. “I’m so sorry… I d-didn’t tell you about the b-baby,” you stuttered, still trying to catch your breath from crying.

“It’s ok, Baby Girl, it’s ok. I was just a little surprised, that's all.”

“I was going to tell you after you won tonight, well I was going to tell you even if you didn’t win but I knew you’d win,” you laughed lightly, “but then you hurt your back and I was scared you ride and hurt yourself and I’d lose you and be on my own and…” you continued to ramble but Rhett stopped you, pressing his lips firmly to yours. You melted into him, gripping hold of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, cradling the back of your head gently.

“You're never gonna lose me ok, Baby Girl.” You smiled at the nickname he’d given you when you first started dating. “You're my girl, remember.”

“I’m your girl,” you repeated, taking his hand and placing it against your still-flat stomach. “You know soon you might have two girls.” Rhett chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and laying you both back against the hospital bed. “Maybe I will but don’t worry, you’ll always be my best girl.”

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[topguncortez]

Not Dead Until You're Warm and Dead || Whumptober day 7 - R. Abbott

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synopsis: Your and Rhett's relationship had been anything but easy between bull riding and lies. But you had hoped that you would be enough for him to come back alive.

word count: 2.8k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: flatline

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, death, character death, allusion of suicide.

When Rhett first laid eyes on Y/N, he knew she was the one for him. He had missed his chance with Maria, holding back on his feelings and letting her walk out of his life. But when he saw her standing on the fence line as he lowered himself onto his bull, he knew that she was going to be his wife. He held on for his life, lasting the whole eight seconds, and impressing her. The boost of confidence from the ride was what he needed to go over and talk to her. Her cheeks turned red as he invited her for a dance, telling him that she couldn’t dance to save her life, but he assured her that it was okay. He had kissed her that night. 

After that night, Y/N basically disappeared. She was nowhere to be found and it seemed like no one really knew who she was. Rhett had asked around town, asking pretty much everyone where the y/h/c girl went and who she was. It had dawned on Rhett, he never got her name. When Rhett was ready to give up, throwing in the towel that she was just a one-night stand sort of girl (even though they didn’t hook up) he received a call from an unknown number. 

“Hello?” He asked, creasing his eyebrows. 

“Rhett Abbott,” Her voice was like honey, and Rhett chuckled to himself. 

“How did you get my number but I never even got your name?” 

“I asked a friend,” She smiled. 

“I asked a friend about you, but it seems like you are just some figure of my imagination.” 

“I can assure you that I am not.”

They had talked for hours on the phone after Y/N had explained who she was. She was originally from Amelia County, but as soon as she graduated high school, she packed her bags and went to the coast. She would occasionally fly back to Wyoming, the last time she flew back was to watch her little brother ride against Rhett. Neither one had noticed the sunset, the moon rising in the sky, or the first strands of the orange morning sun. Rhett woke up to his alarm clock and looked down at his phone to notice that he was still on the line with her. He smiled to himself and whispered ‘sweet dreams darlin’’ before hanging up. 

And that’s how it went for weeks. He would call Y/N after dinner and they would talk for hours about everything under the sun. He learned that she was studying to be a nurse, in her third year at USC. Y/N learned that Rhett had made it to the finals, and she was already looking at flights to come watch him. Rhett rode one of his best rides when he noticed her smile in the stands during the finals. He focused on her the whole time, and the second he heard that buzzer go off, his mind was locked on finding her. The next morning they found themselves wrapped up in each other's arms. 

They continued their relationship long distance for about two years until she graduated college. Rhett had saved up his rodeo money packed up his truck and headed out west. He stuck out like a sore thumb as he walked around campus in his levis and blue flannel. He was going over in his head what he was going to say to her. The last time he had seen her was over six months ago when she had flown home for Thanksgiving. Rhett was going to propose to her, he had already asked her dad for her hand in marriage. He easily found her dorm room and waited on the bench until she came out. 

“Why look at what we have here? You lost Cowboy?” Y/N asked as she walked out the door. Rhett stood up, holding the bouquet of carnations in his hands.

“Slightly,” Rhett said with his usual half smile, “For you,” 

“Thank you, love,” Y/N took the flowers, and then placed her hand on his face and brought him in for a kiss. 

Their date went off without a hitch, Rhett taking her to a lookout spot that he had heard about. He laid some blankets down in the back of his truck and shared the sandwiches and stuff he had prepared. She talked about her final days at university and how she got a good job at the children’s hospital nearby. Rhett told her about how he had finally gotten away from his family, and Y/N was shocked. She never thought she’d see the day when Rhett Abbott left his family’s ranch, but here he was. He took her to the one-bedroom apartment he got which was covered in boxes. He tucked his shaking hands in his pockets as Y/N walked around the small place and explored. 

“Rhett this place is- what are you doing?” 

“I’m proposing,” Rhett said, as he was down on one knee with the ring box in his hand. 

“I know, why?” 

“Because I love you enough that I want to be with you forever.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, really,” 

“Yeah, yes! Yes!” 

Rhett placed the ring on her finger and held her tightly in his arms. He made love to her for hours that night, trying to make their bodies as close as possible. They felt as if they had truly become one, their hearts, minds, and souls. 

Their wedding was small, held back home in Wabang. Perry and Royal had worked hard to clean up one of the barns so they could have a reception out there. It was no secret to Royal that he wasn’t thrilled about the wedding and his youngest son fleeing out west. He had hoped that Rhett would take over the ranch when Royal couldn’t do it anymore. Perry was happy to see his brother finally settle down and had hoped that this would stick. Cecilia was also happy to have another daughter in the family. The two of them seemed very fairytale-like as Rhett held his new wife close to his chest as they swayed on the dance floor. But the honeymoon feeling came crashing down quickly. 

Their first fight had been an ugly one, over Rhett’s drinking. Years of riding bulls and popping painkillers had become a second nature to him, something he quite couldn’t let go of. Rhett had found a farm to work as an extra hand, but it was quite enough for him. He thought when he left Wabang and chased after the woman he loved that it would be enough. Having her be his, his own Mrs. Abbott, would be everything he had ever dreamed of, and it was. But he fell back into his old ways. Y/N would get pissed as he’d stumble in at odd hours of the night as she was trying to sleep before her early morning shifts. She had finally had enough of it. 

“Jesus Christ Rhett,” Y/N cursed under her breath as she looked at the drunk man who had just knocked over something, “Why do you constantly do this shit.” 

“Do what? I’m too fucking drunk to do this shit with you right now.” Rhett slurred. 

“Well Rhett! The hell do you expect!? This is the fourth night in a row you have come home completely trashed. You keep doing this shit, enough is enough,” Y/N yelled. 

“What do you mean?” Rhett sobered up as she climbed out of bed, and grabbed a bag from her closet, “What are you doing?” 

“I’m leaving.” 

“No, baby please, I’m sorry,” Rhett grabbed her hands to try and stop her, “Please, you can’t leave me,” Rhett’s voice cracked, “You’re all I have. I left everything behind to be with you. I have nothing.”  

“I never asked you to do that,” She bit back tears. 

“I know, baby, please don’t leave me.” 

And she didn’t. She stayed by his side, even when he told her that he was going back to riding. She was actually proud of him for getting back on the bull. He had done his best to stay away from the temptation of the old life; the booze, the pills, the pussy. But old habits die hard. His body was older now, taking rougher beatings when he would get bucked off. He would have a simple celebratory drink with the guys after the rodeos. Rhett found himself out later at night, coming home to a quiet house with his wife at work. Their schedules hardly ever matched up. He got bored of using his hand in the shower, and he could hardly remember the last time he and his wife made love. 

He didn’t fuck them at first. He’d only let them suck him off before a ride, releasing the tension. But that only did so much. The rodeo hands seemed to look the other way when it came to his infidelity. He’d fuck the no-name buckle bunny before the ride, not bothering to learn their names or even show them an ounce of respect. He saw them as playthings to fill the void he was missing from his wife. He thought he was good at hiding it, but Y/N had always been smart. 

She knew that he was hiding something from him. She could tell in the way he wouldn’t touch her, his kisses were just pecks, and he avoided looking into her eyes. Y/N had even seen it with her own eyes at one of his rides. She had gotten the night off of work last minute and decided to surprise him. The whole crew seemed to act weird and barely paid her any attention as she walked through the trailers to find him. The smile ran away from her face the second she saw him walk out of his trailer, fixing his belt, and a bombshell blonde walking out behind him. Y/N felt her heart break as she leaned against the side of the trailer away from his eyes. 

Y/N felt bile rising in her throat as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Rhett heard the sounds of someone retching and walked around the side to see his wife. His eyes widened as he ran over to her, and moved her hair back. 

“No!” Y/N cried and pushed his hands off of her. 

“Baby, you’re sick, let me-” 

“Get the fuck away from me!” She yelled and Rhett stepped back in shock, “Fuck you, Rhett! I saw you! How could you?” 

“Babe I’m-” 

“Your shit will be in the driveway.” 

Rhett had come home that night to exactly what she said, his stuff in the driveway, but he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. So he sat outside the front door and waited for her. Y/N felt bad when she saw him in the morning and let him in. She ignored him the best she possibly could, but it was hard to do. Rhett could hear her break down while she was in the bathroom and it made him shed a tear himself. He sat on their bed and waited for her to come out of the shower, he could see the dried tear stains on her cheeks. 

“I promise you, I’ll never ride again. I never wanted to hurt you.” 

And he had stayed true to his word. He had told his dad over the phone that he had officially given up riding. That he and Y/N had decided to start trying for a family. Rhett didn’t want to spend his time away from his family or worse, like some of the legends in Bull Riding, dead or gravely injured. Rhett had stayed away from the rodeo life for about six months. And in those six months, Y/N and he worked on their marriage. They went to therapy, talking out their transgression and disagreements. They got back to the basics, bringing back romance into their lives; going on dates and trips. They had some of the best sex they had in years. They had both seemed to forget what had happened six months ago until he got that call from Royal. 

“I told her I wasn’t going to ride,” Rhett whispered as he stood in the kitchen. He was making breakfast for Y/N, after a busy night of lovemaking. 

“We’re in danger of going bankrupt, we need this,” Royal said, “We can’t lose the farm.” 

“There’s nothing you can do?” Rhett ran a hand down his face. 

“You know I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if there was,” 

“Fine,” Rhett said, “When is the ride?” 

“Three days.” 

“Three fucking days?! That’s our anniversary.” 

“I’m sorry Rhett.” 

“I gotta go, she’ll be up soon.” 

Rhett had gone to the rodeo by himself, it didn’t bother him, he was used to going by himself. It did make him a little upset that she didn’t even bother to come with him. He stood in the waiting area as he waited for the name of the bull he would be riding. The second he was given the bull, he knew it was a lost cause. The bull was impossible, no one had been successful in completing a ride. His team gave him a pat on the back and Rhett gave them a shy smile. The first person he had called was her. 

“Is there anything you can do?” Y/N asked. She was sitting on the back porch of their house, looking out at the waves as they crashed on the sand. 

“You know how these things go,” Rhett said as he leaned up against the side of his trailer. 

“I don’t like this Rhett,” She said honestly. Silent tears were running down her face. 

Rhett could hear the sadness in her voice, and could only picture the tears running down her face as she looked out at the setting sun, “I know you don’t. But I promise, I’ll come home to you.” 

“You fucking better Mr. Abbott,” She sniffed and wiped her tears away. 

“I will, Mrs. Abbott,” He smiled back, “I gotta go okay, I promise I’ll call you right after.” 

“I love you Rhett.” 

“I love you Y/N.” 

She had watched the clock, as she settled down in a chair in front of the fireplace. The class of whisky was cold in her hands as she counted down the seconds until Rhett’s ride. Rhett said a small prayer as he walked up the metal steps towards the bullpen. The crowd was going wild as he waved his hand and greeted his team. They helped him down on the bull, and it already was bucking the second Rhett put his weight on the animal. Once it settled, Rhett tied the rope around his hand, making sure he had a tight grip on it. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, seeing glimpses of his future life with Y/N, a few kids, and a beautiful house back home on the Abbott Ranch. Rhett opened his eyes the second they opened the gate. It didn’t last long until a consuming darkness filled his eyes once again. 

Time seemed to tick on slowly, and her eyes never left the clock as she waited for the call from Rhett. Assuming from the time it had taken from the ride until now, that it hadn’t gone well. Everyone in the community knew that the bull Rhett had was a troublesome one. It was known for bucking off its riders in the first couple seconds. The second her phone rang, she picked it up. His name hadn’t even slipped past her lips when his team manager told her what had happened. Her heart was shattered in her chest as she dropped the phone on the carpet. Her knees shook as she collapsed to the ground screaming out his name. 

Her eyes were blurred with tears and her head was spinning as she pushed herself up from the carpet. Her phone was still on the line and they could hear her screaming for him. She walked out into the sand, her chest felt on fire as she let out loud sobs. She didn’t stop as her feet hit the wet sand from the waves. The further she walked into the water, her clothing felt heavier and heavier. The waves would crash and pull her underwater. She fought to keep herself above the surface, keeping her lungs inflated with air. The saltiness of water strung her eyes as the waves hit her. She looked up at the sky, looking at the stars and feeling the heaviness in her heart. She felt her feet leave the ground and she took a deep breath, as she felt a wave pull her completely under. 

In the black abyss she had fallen into, she could see the man she had always wanted. Rhett stood there waiting for her, his hand outstretched. She smiled at him as she placed her hand in his. He placed a hand on her cheek, brushing the tear from her cheek. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I told you I would come home,” Rhett said. 

“I know you did,” She spoke to him.

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Goodnight, Baby - R. Abbott

note: just a cute little Rhett moment. It's actually from a prompts list called 50 wordlesss ways to say 'I love you' and I am tempted to bring it back again. . . also, my requests on this blog are open! read the pinned post for questions:) word count: 630 Rhett Abbott Masterlist

Rhett sighed as he walked into the house, quietly kicking off his boots. It had been a long day of working out in the hot sun, moving cattle and fixing the broken fence on the Abbott Ranch. He had sent you a text telling you not to wait up, that he would be home late. He hated not being home for dinner, or getting ready for bed. It sucked when it was just the two of you, now that there was a baby in the mix.

Jude Elliot Abbott had turned one a couple months, and Rhett felt like he had missed most of his life already. There were milestones that Rhett had missed due to being on the road for competitions or moving cattle. He hated it. You had told him over and over again that it was okay, that Jude wouldn’t even know the difference if Rhett was there or not. It still didn’t help Rhett feel any better. 

He moved around the kitchen quietly as he warmed up the plate of food you had left for him. He smiled at the new picture on the fridge that looked like Jude had drawn at daycare. The front of their fridge had become covered in pictures of Jude and them, pictures Jude had scribbled at daycare, or projects they had him do. Rhett cherished every single picture like it was a masterpiece.

When Rhett was done eating, he walked up the stairs quietly, looking at the various family pictures that littered the walls as he walked to the bedroom. He smiled at your sleeping frame as he moved around in the half lit room, taking off his clothes and putting on something more comfortable. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, and hung up the wet towels that you left on the floor after Jude’s bath. He walked over to you, and gently ran his hand over your hair, and leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. 

You moved slightly at the feeling of his body, and gave him a sleepy smile, “Mm, welcome home.” 

“Hi,” Rhett whispered and leaned back down to kiss your lips, “How was your day?” 

“Good. Jude drew a new picture at daycare.” 

“I saw. Might need him to draw my new base drum cover.” 

You let out a tired chuckle, “You eat?” 

“Yeah,” Rhett nodded, “Go back to sleep, I’m gonna go check on our boy,” You nodded and Rhett kissed your lips once more  before he walked down the hallway to his little boy’s room. 

His heart felt warm as he walked into the room, and could see his son’s sleeping face, with his thumb tucked into his mouth. Jude was fast asleep on his back, small little sighs leaving his mouth as he slept. Rhett crept over to his crib, leaning over it as he watched the little boy sleep soundly. He watched his chest rise and fall, still scared that he was going to have a lapse in breathing. Jude had finally grown out of his sleep apnea, but it didn’t stop Rhett from still being worried about it. 

Rhett sighed and leaned his head on his arms, closing them for a second when he heard Jude stir. Rhett picked his head up quickly and watched as the little boy moved around, readjusting to get more comfortable, and shifting the soft blanket that covered him. Once Jude was settled back into sleep, a deep sigh leaving his mouth, Rhett fixed the baby blanket, slightly tucking him back in. Rhett gently patted the back of his head, feeling his soft brown curls, and then leaned in to kiss his head. 

“Goodnight, baby,” Rhett said, and left the room to go lay down next to his wife.

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<I do not condone two adults riding a horse, it's dangerous.>

Imagine Rhett taking you for horse rides.

You knew you were going to experience some serious thigh soreness the next day when you got on that horse with only a saddle blanket separating you from the sable gelding. But you had a good reason to stay glued to Rhett's back for the next hour or two, so it was all worth it in the end.

The conversation wasn't going too well in the sense that it was majorly dismembered - questions unanswered or answered after a significant amount of time, reflections or memories shared without context or connection to the previous subject. Truthfully, both of you were busy thinking about other things: Rhett couldn't keep his mind off the feeling of your hands wrapped around his torso and you were a little too focused on your arms holding onto Rhett and the wonderful views spreading across the horizon. A pang of jealousy struck your heart - Rhett Abbott got to see the picturesque panoramas any time he wanted, he practically grew up staring at them.

Rhett halted the horse when you had found yourselves on a low hill, staring at the mighty mountains looming in the distance - blue and unclear as was the water inside a delirious man's oasis. The mountain chain seemed to be unending, spreading from West to East only to disappear beyond the horizon, threatening that their wall is unending. The pine trees looked so small this far away, nothing beyond moss green toothpicks that melted into one puddle of wilderness that begged to not be left uncharted. Then there were the fields, wide acres of golden and green grass, their arises long and untamed, intertwining with wildflowers and herbs. It seemed as if you could run through those fields of untouched beauty and scream your lungs out into the sky, while Mother Nature would remain greatly unbothered. The view was so very lonely but also divinely heartening - that a human might be alone in the world but as they are part of the miracle of nature, they can never quite be lonely.

"This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," you said quietly. Looking over his shoulder, Rhett saw the fascination painted on your face. Although his heart forgot its usual rhythm while he admired your own admiration, the man himself couldn't pinpoint the reason for the sudden hot flash that spread under his skin.

"Maybe I should get you a mirror, then?"

His flirtatious remark earned an honest laugh from you and Rhett nearly felt pleased that he was the only one hearing it - someone else might have fallen in love with you too.

"So, Rhett, you take every girl here?" you teased him. He had a curious habit of saying honest and often heartfelt things when slightly jabbed.

"No. You're the first one, actually." Rhett's voice had a hint of unsureness to it as if he was letting you in on a secret you might not take well.

To be honest, it felt good - to know that the guy known for sleeping around could, after all, be lured into something more akin to commitment. In a way, you were quietly gloating, believing that something about you made Rhett change his ways and you weren't wrong to think so: your proud ego couldn't be more right.

"Alright, you got me. I feel special."

Maybe it was Rhett's imagination or maybe you did actually hold him a little tighter than before.

"You should," he said and you felt your own heart starting to beat in an irregular, frenzied rhythm. "You're not just any girl."

He didn't look at your face to see your reaction - he couldn't, he was too nervous. What a great loss that was for him! Had he seen the flustered blush on your face, all of his doubts and anxieties regarding your feelings towards him would have disappeared instantly.

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Current State of Affairs|2| Lee Dutton

Yeah, I don't have an excuse other then real life has caught up to me and my life kind of fell apart for a few weeks. Things are on the up hill now.

Two: Truth Be Told 

“Well Beth, I am saying never. He had his shot and he never took it.” Spencer returned as she picked up her robe and towel, “he respects Kayce too much.” Beth’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she dropped down on the chair that had been pulled out from the vanity. “What do you mean he had his shot?” There was silence as Spencer went into the bathroom and turned on the water for the shower. 

“Just that, he had his chance and didn’t do anything.” She went to shut the door to have some sort of privacy but was stopped just as quickly by Beth, this was all news to her.

 “Whoa, whoa, you can’t just drop a bomb like that on me and then not say anything else.” 

“Remember that weekend that Kayce and I broke up?”

 “Yeah.”

 She remembered it all too well, Kayce and their father had gotten into a fight, and Kayce decided that he was done with everything. He had snuck out in the middle of the night and went to the Abbott Ranch and talked Spencer into leaving with him.  They were at the gas station when Rip and Lee found them and Spencer had her choice and she had gotten into the truck with Lee and Rip.  And three days later Kayce showed up with Monica and shattered whatever was left of their relationship.  Spencer had stormed out of the house and Lee had followed her but not after throwing a couple of punches at his brother. 

“And how he followed me to the barn?” Seeing her friends nod, Spencer carried on, “We had sex and then the next day, it was just business as normal. I don’t know what hurt worse. Kayce marrying Monica or Lee doing that. And honestly, Beth, if Lee would have said the word, I would have stayed no questions asked.”  Without waiting for a reaction from her best friend, the girl turned to shut the door to shower in semi-peace.

**

Beth waited until the shower was on fully and she could hear Spencer singing along to the Elvis song that was playing on the Bluetooth speaker before she picked up the phone to call her brother with every intention of cussing him out. If he had manned up and done something about it, then Spencer wouldn’t have had to run to the East Coast and stayed away longer than Beth herself had.

Not doing anything right or about their feelings seemed about right with her brothers. Lee threw himself into his work at the ranch. Kayce joined the military and Jamie, well he was a whole different sort that she really tried not to figure out.

She dialed her oldest brother’s phone number, her anger getting the best of her. 

It rang once, twice, and then Lee's voice filtered the room. "What Beth?" 

"You fucked  Spencer then left her?!" 

"She is here?" 

"Of course she is idiot! Her dad is getting married! She is the maid of Honor." She had seen the series of pictures from Spencer's Instagram of Spencer, Leighla, and several others going shopping in New York for the bridal fittings and knew that she was taking part in the wedding as the maid of honor, and for once she was happy that her friend was in the same time zone, it was going to make their weekly facetime calls so much easier. 

"You need to make this right Lee, her boyfriend is here and he is." The unspoken words about Spencer's relationship hung in the air. The whole Dutton family knew about the man who was with Spencer and how much her father and stepmother hated him. On more than one occasion John had encouraged Lee to go out to Yale and get Spencer. 

But for whatever reason Lee refused. Now, though, there was silent hope that he would do something about this. "You need to man up and do something before that son of a bitch kills her." The water shut off and Beth quickly disconnected the call and popped the cork on the bottle. She quickly filled two glasses and was ready to hand one over when she came into the room.

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Lee was uncomfortable wearing the fancy clothes that his brother Jamie made him put on and even more so when he was surrounded by other people like his younger brother. 

"Stop fidgeting.' John ordered in his ear, he  had just  come back in from the barn with Spencer's father and uncle, "We don't have to stay long."

"But I hope you stay long enough to visit with me Uncle John," Spencer's voice came from the stairs behind them and Lee felt his heart leap to his throat, she was even prettier than in his memories or in the pictures that he saw on Jamie's Instagram feed.

"Spence." His father greeted her as she came down the rest of the steps and into his arms for a hug. He lifted her off the ground and pressed a kiss to a cheek.

"The North looks good on you," Jamie added as he pressed his own kiss on her other cheek.

"Sure also raging asshole  does too." She returned before letting Rip greet her. 

"Don't start with that Rip." She started as if she knew what the enforcer was going with before he even started. She wasn't in the mood to deal with it and she wasn't in the mood to deal with her boyfriend pouting that he got his ass handed to him by her family.

"Not until after the weddin'."  5 hours back in Montana and she had already slipped back into the old Spencer, she wondered if this was how Ryder felt when she went back to Charming.  

Lee could feel almost how she steeled herself as she turned to look at him. "Hey, Lee." 

"Hey, angel." He returned, his feet carrying him over to her and to do the same greeting that his father and brother did but her head turned at the last second and their lips met in a brief kiss.  

"I am sorry.' She started but he waved her complaints away before looking over her head at the man who was coming down the stairs behind her. "Release her." 

"Who the hell are you to demand anything?" Rip asked, from what he gathered from Beth and from what he heard from Spencer herself, he knew who it was and to him, the Abbotts as well as the Duttons were his family now and he would go to any lengths to protect his family.

"I am Lewis. Her boyfriend." Lee's hand tightened on Spencer's hip and he pulled her closer to him and Rip took a step forward standing in front of them. 

"Oh come on Grace," Lewis complained, he wasn't smart enough to go towards her in the middle of a group of protectors.  

Especially ones that looked ready to kill him at second notice.

"Why don't you and I go and have a talk." John demanded, "And let Spencer and the boys catch up." "Who the hell are you?" The smaller man asked, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. 

"Lewis, this is John, he's my father's best friend and my godfather," Spencer answered, all too familiar Spencer Abbott's smirk was starting to form. 

"This is Rip Wheeler." She went on, still firmly being held by Lee and Jamie who shifted ready to defend them if need be, "He works for Uncle John and is basically the right hand for him and Lee."

 Lee's fingers dug into the shiny black material of her dress, in an effort not to fully lose his temper. "This is Jamie, he is the reason why I went to Yale and became a lawyer." Her hand that wasn't holding onto Lee's wrist squeezed Jamie's free one.

"And this is Lee.' 

There was a realization of who Lee was dawning on Lewis' face and that barely held-on temper snapped he took massive steps forward only to be pushed back by Rip who was furious. As far he was concerned, Spencer was family and he was going to do anything and everything he could to protect her.

 "Do not touch her!" He spat as Lee slowly moved away from the group, he wanted to defend her and handle Lewis but his first and only concern was Spencer and her safety. "Lee, take her into the dining room." Frank commented, "Leighla and the girls are waiting for her."

 "Yes sir." Lee returned as he turned them around and steered her towards the rapidly filling dining room, casting angry looks at anyone who dared to get too close to them 

"How bad is it Spence?" He asked as he pulled her chair out for her, he was already sitting at the table but he was going to take Lewis' seat to sit next to her. And the man could deal with it if he even came in from the barn. 

 "Bad. Rhett almost gutted him like a fish." She answered. The older Dutton son undid the button on his jacket and sat down next to her, his arm settling on the back of her chair. "He came out to the ranch in Wyoming to get me after my visit and lost his shit on me.”  She shifted so she was sitting closer to him, ‘Rhett and Perry talked me into doing a barrel race. And I went down hard. Bruised my hip and thigh.” Lee met his sister’s eyes and saw the furious way that the muscle in her jaw was working, of course, Beth knew more than what she was letting on. 

She normally did and now like always it was going to be up to him to get to the bottom of it and save Spencer. Like he should have years ago. 

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Eyes on You

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| Song: Eyes on You by Chase Rice |

Ever since he proposed to Milla, Rhett just could never stop smiling and staring at her when he would visit her. Whether it was baking together or just hanging out at her apartment and dancing to the records, Rhett’s attention and focus, and hands at times, were solely on Milla. He knew that his future would always be like this and he wouldn’t change it for anything else.

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Nav // Mickey Garcia

Summary: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia has been keeping a secret, or three, from his new found family. After finding out he’d been transferred to North Island on a more permanent basis—he thinks now is as good a time as any to let the secret out.

Warnings. Believe it or not—this is a fluff piece. Fanboy x female reader. Slight mention of Smut.

Word Count: 5.1k

Author Note: This weekend we welcomed Rhett Abbott and Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia to the every growing list of fictional men I’d let rail me. This is such a fandom fluff piece, but it’s what you’re getting so either take it or don’t. Idk.

Callsings. Everyone had one–every one carried a story, a reason behind the name that colleagues and superior officers referred to you as and knew you as. Once you had your call sign it stuck to you like super glue. There was no changing it, no hiding from it, no running from the probably embarrassing story that the callsign was born from the ashes of or trying to fix the personality trait that people hated enough to give you shit for or loved enough to want to remind you of every day. 

For Mickey Garcia, his callsign had two stories. The first was the most commonly told whenever he was asked about it. He was simply a nerd. He loved all things Star Wars and Star Trek. He adored Battlestar Galactica and honestly? If it had a Star in the title he was convinced he’d already be obsessed with it if given the chance to binge the series or movie trilogy. He was a Fanboy, so much so his aviation helmet shared the same font as the Star Trek logo. He was obsessed, plain and simple. 

But there was also another thing Mickey Garcia was a huge fan of that earned him his callsign way back in the days of his fighter school training. He’d never forget the first time he heard you say it. Although he carried an encyclopaedic memory around, Mickey swore there was only ever one thing, one person, one gorgeous woman on his mind twenty for seven, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days of the year. 

The love of his life, his best friend (Don't tell Payback), his devoted wife. Mickey was well aware that he belonged in the sky. He’d wanted to be just like his father ever since he knew how to walk. There was never a question surrounding what Mickey Garcia would grow up to be. He spent more time in the sky than he did down on solid ground, that was just something you learnt to live with.

Mickey Garcia was also incredibly mindful of the fact his heart hadnt been to the earth since the first time he kissed you. When you loved him? You had sent it clear out of this world. He’d love you forever, be your devoted husband, lovingly and completely yours forever. 

“Nav and the kiddos settle in alright?” Payback asked as he and Fanboy ran through their pre-flight checks. “Kinda missed her annoying ass.” Fanboy chuckled softly in response, humming at the soft jab his best friend sent his wife. He knew the minor insult held no weight, hell–Payback had been the one who introduced the two of you in the first place. He knew you longer than Mickey and you had even been married for. 

“Only got a few boxes left to unpack.” Mickey explained as he checked all his weapon systems. “But yeah, it feels good to have them here, just not too sure how I'm gonna break it to the rest of the guys.” It wasn't that Mickey didn't want to tell the Dagger Squad, he always had every intention. But he wanted to make sure he could trust these people with his life before letting them into his family. After the events of the uranium mission and having been offered a permanent posting in North Island, Mickey felt the time was right. “Nav’s pretty keen to meet everyone though.”

That you were, so when Mickey mentioned that the gang were all meeting up on Saturday night for dinner and beers at their favourite watering hole, the Hard Deck, and wanted you and the kiddos to come along you were more than ecstatic to finally meet the people who had kept your husband safe. 

“Hey, Miles!” Mickey called out after the five year old who booked it from where he’d placed him down beside the car in the direction of the group of people who looked as if they’d transported into a parallel universe. “Miles! Hey buddy! Slow your roll alright.” Scooping up the tiny version of himself as Miles Garcia giggled at his own antics, Mickey caught sight of his squad. All staring at him wondering what the hell was going on. 

“Fanboy—who’s crotch goblin is that?” Hangman asked as he sneered and pointed at the child who now resided on his fathers hip. Watching as you came out from around the other side of the car with what seemed to be a smaller, very much younger version of the same child wrapped in a baby wrap around your chest. “And who’s this?” 

“Uh—“ Mickey cleared his throat as you made your way to his side, placing a gentle but loving kiss to his cheek before rubbing the small of his back for moral support. “Guys, this here’s my wife, Nav.” Smiling softly, you waved briefly before Mickey went on to introduce your kids. “This is Miles, he’s five and this is Morgan, she’s only—six months.” He hadn’t forgotten, but for a brief moment Mickey had to count with his fingers.

The silence was to be expected as the group of naval aviators who stood before you in the carpark of the Hard Deck Bar took in the new revelations that Fanboy was and had been married with kids the entire time they’d been in North Island. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you all.” You were the first to break the heavy silence. 

“You’re married?” Phoenix asked in disbelief, she was careful not to utter it in a way that you may have taken offense to. 

“You have kids?” Rooster couldn’t stop staring at the five year old in Mickey's arms. He looked so much like his dad it was kinda scary. 

“You had a family this whole time and didn’t tell anyone?” Hangman scoffed, he couldn’t believe it—how could Star Trek over here land a wife and two beautiful children but he couldn’t even get a damn date. “What if something had happened to you?”

“Ruben knew.” Fanboy explained as the group made their way inside, Phoenix instantly filed back to walk with you. She wanted to be the first person to tell you how great a guy your husband was—not that you didn’t already know. “He was my best man.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bob asked the question everyone was asking. It wasn’t a black or white response. But nevertheless Mickey tried his best as Penny pointed them all in the direction of the tables she’d placed together. 

“They mean everything to me, I guess I just wanted to make sure that you guys were all good people, good enough for them.” Although it hurt just the slightest amount, Bob understood. “Don’t tell him I said this but the jury is still out on Hangman—I just didn’t see another viable option of introducing Nav to everyone.” Bob couldn’t help but to laugh as he looked down at the child still in Mickey's arms. “I feel awful for not telling you sooner Bob.” 

“Don’t be, your family’s important, I understand wanting to keep them safe, keep them all to yourself.” 

Fanboy left it at that as he turned his attention back to settling his family down for dinner amongst his friends. Especially keeping an eye on you before settling in beside you. A hand gravitating to your knee under the table as Mickey looked into the wrap—Morgan sleeping soundly against your chest. 

“So Nav, what do you do for a living?” Hangman asked from across the table as you looked over to provide the sandy blonde your utmost attention. 

“I own a small photography business.” You were humble in your talents. “Boudoir mostly.” 

“Say Phoenix? You wanna get in on that action?” Rooster taunted as he popped a few peanuts in his mouth, wiggling his eyebrows, leaning back on the chair he’d perched himself on across the table from Natasha. “I’ll volunteer as tribute.”

“In your wet dreams Bradshaw—“ Phoenix hissed as she took a sip of her beer. “That’s a pretty dramatic juxtaposition from a naval aviator?” Natasha turned her head back to you, watching as you soothed the little girl who was starting to stir in her wrap. “How’d you actually meet?” 

“The academy—“ Mickey interrupted as Miles got to work colouring with the crayons Payback had asked Penny for when he went to fix up the first round at the bar. Returning with beers and ample colouring supplies for his favourite five year old. “Y/n was in the Navy.” It was yet another revelation the gang had a hard time processing. “Everyone still calls her Nav though, a hard habit to kick.” 

Mickey Garcia wasn’t all that fly with the ladies, he never really had been. He’d had a few girlfriends in his short life but nothing ever lasted long enough for him to start thinking about a future with them, or a family for that matter. 

“Hey Mickey! I got a friend I want you to meet!” Ruben cried out from across the amphitheater. Mickey pried his eyes away from the book he’d been reading for five seconds to turn his head his best friend's way. He’d heard of the girl from across the street, but your paths had never had a chance to cross until now. “This is Y/n, Michelle’s younger sister.” Within the space of five entire seconds, the trajectory of Mickey's life changed forever. He’d never been a huge believer in love at first sight, but as you made yourself known out from behind Rubens shoulder? Mickey knew he was fucked, in over his head. 

“You must be Fanboy?” Mickey stood as you held your hand out to shake his. 

“Who?” He asked, smiling bright as he found himself getting lost in your eyes. Ruben just laughed to himself, knowing from this moment going forward he’d forever be known as the man who introduced Mickey Garcia to the literal love of his life. 

“Fanboy right? Ruben said you’re a big fan of Star Trek—“ Mickey had never laid his eyes on a woman more beautiful than you. 

“Oh he did, did he?” Deadpanning Ruban, Mickey held his glare for a few seconds before turning back to you. “Well uh—yeah I guess that’s me, Mickey Fanboy Garcia.” 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You had, and you’d loved everything you’d heard so far. So much so you’d begged Ruben to just cut the shit and introduce you already. He’d been dangling a carrot on a stick right in front of you for months.

“All good things I hope?” Mickey raised his eyebrow as you beamed his way, you’d definitely been shaking hands for far too long but you were both past the point of awkwardness, both just seeing who would break first. Smirking at one another like children. 

“Only the very best.” 

“I was uh, a navigation officer, callsign wasn’t all that unique but it did the trick.” You shrugged, looking around at all Mickey's friends as they tried to process everything they were learning. “I understand this is probably a lot for everyone.” 

“It’s not.” Rooster smiled as he looked at Fanboy. There’s been a switch flipped inside the proud mustache having aviator who loved a good Hawaiian shirt. “It just means that Fanboys got a lot more on the line than any of us ever thought.”

“Dadda?” The little boy sitting next to Mickey cooed just loud enough to gain his father’s attention. “I’m hungry—“

“Foods coming bud, here, you wanna sit on dad’s lap so you can tell all dads friends what you wanna be when you grow up?” The brown eyed, dark curly haired boy who looked far too much like Mickey scrambled from the seat he’d been sitting onto into his dads lap. Mickey let out an oof sound when Miles slammed his entire body weight down into his lap. He thought his dad was some kind of superhero who never felt pain or got tired. 

Whenever Mickey was deployed and on a detachment like he’d been on recently, you’d tell Miles that dad was off fighting bad guys and that once he knew everyone was safe and sound—he’d come home. Five year olds were easy to manipulate at bed time if you told them all the right things. 

“Go ahead buddy, tell ‘em what you told me.” Mickey coaxed the information he knew would melt his team's hearts out of his toddler by tickling his sides to invoke a chuckle so pure it even made Hangman smile. 

“I wanna be a superhero and fly planes like my Dadda.” 

“I never thought I’d hear someone say superhero and daddy in the same sentence while referring to Fanboy—“ Coyote snickered in the most wholesome way he could. “You got cute kids man I’ll give ya that.” 

“Nav, you look like you’re still glowing.” Bob mentioned cautiously. “You guys said Morgan’s only six months?” 

“Yeah—the last month and a bit was a little rough with the kiddos back in Miami while Mickey was stationed out here with you guys.” You were just thankful that everything had gone as well as it had and that everyone made it home. “But things are starting to mellow out.” 

“Do you not have paternity leave saved up Fanboy?” Jake Seresin was the last person Mickey ever thought that question would come from. But things weren’t that simple. 

“I’d basically just finished my leave when this assignment came about.” 

“It’s only for six weeks mamma.” Mickey cooed as he kissed your neck tenderly. Looking at you through the mirror of your bathroom as you applied a mud mask—Mickey had the same exact one plastered across his forehead and nose. His T-section. “I’ll be back before you even start to miss me.” 

“I know I know.” You smiled as softly as you possibly could. It wasn’t your husband’s fault he was government property and you knew better than anyone else now the Navy worked. “Still doesn’t change the fact it just be me and the kids—“

“I’ll call my parents and make sure they do a few weekends here and there.” It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it would help to patch the leak you knew would spring from time to time. “You know I don’t wanna leave you guys here, my girls and my best guy.” 

“But duty calls right, superman?” You turned in Mickey's embrace, with one move he had you up resting atop the vanity—legs on either side of his hips as he stood better yours. Your arms flung over your husband’s shoulders as he drank in the sight of you. His wife, his beautiful best friend, the mother of his two gorgeous children. 

“Hey you started that shit, it’s not my fault he thinks that.” Mickey beamed, leaning in in search of your lips. Kissing you softly before deepening the moment. Mickey had always been a big fan of self care days, he was adamant that’s how you both ended up with Morgan. “I love you Nav—I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“When do you leave?” It was four words that never got easier to ask, Mickey let the silence linger in the bathroom for a moment—just enjoying the time he had with you. You made things so easy, made it so easy to love you and the kids. Made it so easy for him to love his job despite the distance because even on his worst days Mickey knew he would eventually come home to you and it would be like he never even left. You were far too good for him and he knew that. 

“Thursday.” Mickey said just barely above a whisper as he leaned in to kiss you again. This time more passionate, a lot slower, needier. “Thursday around noon, Payback and I are gonna catch a cab together to the airport, I didn’t want you having to wrangle the kids up just to pile into the car an—“ You cut Mickey off by pulling him closer by the elastic of his boxer briefs, snapping the material back against his lower abdomen when his lips were back on yours. The groan he let slip into your mouth almost made you want to try for another baby. But the two of you were very much happy with the two you already had. 

“Just promise you’ll come home to us?” You knew it was an empty promise, the ever looming possibility that something could go terribly wrong always crossed your mind. But you trusted Ruben to bring your husband home safely every time they flew. 

“Nav my dear, I’m lovingly and completely yours forever.” 

“Believing me, it was the longest six weeks of my life.” You sighed, running your hand gently over the sleeping baby girl wrapped up on your chest. “But we got through it and now it just feels good to be close again, I’ve heard such good things about all of you so I feel surrounded by family already.” 

Looking around the table as food started to arrived in bits and pieces. Mickey knew he had it all. He had his friends, he had his family and to him that’s all he ever really cared about. Hearing you laugh with Bob and challenging Hangman, watching you bond with Phoenix and click with Rooster. Mickey loved how Coyote sparked a flame inside you he hadn’t seen in years talking about what it was like to be a navigator. You didn’t talk about it all that much these days, you were just happy to be a mum and a devoted wife. But sometimes, every now and again you would miss the ocean. Missed what it was like to roam patrol boats and look longingly to whatever coast you were near. Mickey knew that, but Coyote challenged it. 

He loved his friends but they were now his family. Mickey Garcia had never felt so much love radiating around him as he sat with you and his children amongst the people who carried him throughout the day. His squad, his teammates. 

His family. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

A few months after the shocking discovery that Mickey Garcia was a husband and Father and not just some Fanboy Star Trek geek had settled in—the dagger squad had seemingly become like much loved furniture amongst the Garcia household. So much so that some had their own keys, some always had their hands up to babysit, some even knew that the back window was always slightly ajar and could be opened if drunkenly in search of a place to crash. 

Your house was the closest to the Hard Deck out of all the other houses that the daggers resided in, which meant more often than not you’d come down stairs in the early hours of the morning to feed Morgan and see a very hungover, very loudly snoring, very much passed out Jake Hangman Seresin on your couch. His chest sunken as he slept soundly, a small patch of drool seeping into the fabric with the back window cracked. 

“Jake—“ You’d nudged him, watching with a humorous smile as he jolted awake. “Coffee, drink it—then get out of my damn house.” 

“Yes mamma.” Jake would always reply, the term of endearment something the group picked up early into your friendship. Quickly becoming the one they all respectfully ran to with all their promises. The mum of the group.

Although Jake was the serial lounge hogger, it was Bradley Bradshaw who had once had a key and saw any time of the day or night to make himself at home. He never meant it in a malicious manner—he was just excited to be apart and of something bigger than himself for once. Neither you nor Mickey minded all that much—until Rooster had walked in on you and Mickey bare backing it on the same couch Jake would fling himself across after his drunken escapades. 

“So fucking pretty Nav.” Mickey cooed as you bounced on his length. Straddling his waist as his hands helps your hips steady—helping to guide you up and down at the pace you set. “God what did I ever do to deserve you—Ah fugh—!” 

“Ohhhh fuckk! Mickey baby you feel so good—why don’t you put another baby in me huh?” 

“Yeah? is that what you want darling girl? Another one of us?” He wasn’t going to say he hadn’t thought about it, a third little Garcia running around. The two you had were perfect, but a third? You’d be outnumbered. “You always look so pretty pregnant.” 

It was otherworldly the way Mickey looked up at you as he took your nipple into his mouth, you were still breastfeeding so the sensation of your husband sucking on your tits was all too much. Leaking into his mouth. 

“Ohhhh fughh! Mickey!” You were still bouncing, the head of Mickey cock kissing against your cervix as he slipped a hand between the pair of you to work you over. “I’m gonna—“ 

“Holy shit—“ Rooster stood in the entryway covering his eyes. “Holy shit I didn’t see anything!” The sound of your husband's co-worker standing in the entryway sent you skyrocketing off Mickey and fumbling for the nearest throw blanket. “Swear on my mother’s grave I saw nothing Mick!” 

“What the hell are you doing here Rooster! The door was locked!?” Mickey was holding a decorative pillow to cover his hard-on. His skin still flushed red because he was so fucking close it wasn’t funny—he was about to become a father of three. 

“You gave me a key?” Rooster caught himself smirking for a brief moment as the sound of The Jonas Brothers old number one hit ‘Burnin’ Up’ played through the house. It had been your song since yours and Mickey's Naval academy days. He’d gone as Joe Jonas one year for Halloween. The song itself had even played at your wedding. “Jonas Brothers? Really Fanboy, really?” 

“Bradshaw I’m a pacifist alright—“ Mickey sighed as he took a few steps towards the sandy blonde who was just in search of a ham and cheese sandwich. “But I’m about to pass my fist across your face.” It was needlessly to say Rooster, from that point going forward—always checked in before he entered with caution. 

But it didn’t mean the never ending revolving door of ragtag aviators stopped. No—if anything your house had never been fuller. 

“Hey Lovely.” You greeted Phoenix as she kicked her boots off, Bradley wasn’t too far behind her, next was Bob. “Here’s your Valentine’s Day package.” Unbeknownst to the group of aviators, a few months ago when Rooster had teased Phoenix about possibly taking up the opportunity to do a boudoir shoot with you, she actually said fuck it? And why not? She was a powerful woman after all who deserved to feel sexy and feminine. “There’s about fifty printouts, the dried petals from the roses and a thumb drive with like one hundred digital copies from the shoot on it.” 

“Thanks Nav—and honestly I can pay for it, really.” Natasha took the little box you gifted her before taking you into a warm embrace. 

“Don’t be silly, it’s on me.” Was all you said before you found yourself being hauled away by your screaming daughter, she was rather clinging at the moment and couldn’t be away from you for more than ten consecutive minutes before she thought the world was ending. It didn’t help that Mickey had shaved his head. She hardly recognised him at the moment. “Alright alright I’m coming darling.” 

“Did you actually do a boudoir shoot?” Rooster's hand slid up the side of Natasha's hip, pulling her into him as he whispered in her ear. “Because if so—“ Before Bradley has a chance to say he wouldn’t mind being privy to those private photos, Phoenix caught him out, leaving the taller, blonde aviator who’d subsequently stolen her heart over the course of a few years in a puddle on the floor in one of his best mate’s houses. 

“They’re your Valentine’s Day gift.” 

“Bob honey, you want a sandwich?” Mickey loved the way you just so effortlessly took care of his friends the same way you took care of him. “I’ve got peanut butter or I can do ham and cheese?” 

Bobs flushed a nice shade of red as he sat down beside Fanboy at the dining table, trying not to eavesdrop on the fact Rooster and Pheonix were in his peripheral vision practically eye fucking the ever living shit out of each other. 

“Ham and cheese please Nav.” Is all Bob utters before Miles is climbing into his lap. The two had a unique bond now that they practically wore the same kind of glasses. Miles thought he looked weird with glasses because none of the other kids in his glass wore them. But then Bob told him that his glasses could be his superhero disguise, for when he’s not saving the world like his dad. 

“Do you wanna play in the tree house with me uncle Bob?” How the fuck could he say no? Nodding softly before flipping the five year old over his shoulder. 

“Here, don’t forget your sandwich!” You cooed out as Bob made his way through the kitchen with your son strung upside down over his shoulder. “Eat before you go back to work, Mickey told me you passed out the other day because you hadn’t eaten since before seven.” Bob was quick to deadpan your husband as he took the sandwich you held out for him. Leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. 

“Thanks Nav.” He took a bite before pointing at Mickey, holding your son over his shoulder with one hand wrapped tight around the little boy's ankle as he laughed and screamed as the blood rushed to his head. “Snitches get stitches!” 

“Yeah dad! Snitches get stitches!” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The Garcia household had become the home base for most things. Birthdays, public holidays, general get togethers, fried chicken Fridays, and seedy Sundays. But most importantly your humble abode had become the place people went to feel like they were at home. Not everyone was as fortunate to have their families in North Island. So you and Mickey became sort of the group mum and dad. 

“You aren't are you?” Ruben asked with wide eyes as you gifted him the small pair of socks that said best uncle ever on the tops. “You’re pregnant?” 

“After the display I walked in on a few months ago I'm shocked it hasn't come sooner–” Rooster mumbled as he looked at Mickey who sat nursing baby Morgan. Now a year old. “Congratulations by the way.” 

Your first two pregnancies had been pretty up and down. With baby Miles you suffered from hyperemesis. That was a little rough to get through when Mickey was deployed, but you had his mum and dad around to help you with things. He’d been your hospital birth baby. Epidural, all the drugs and medications readily available to help ease the pain. Morgan however, she’d been the at home birth baby. She was a breezy pregnancy so it made you wonder what it would be like to give birth at home unmedicated. 

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!” You were a sweaty mess as you laid back against Mickey in the blow up birthing pool in the middle of your living room floor. “I can't!! I can’t fucking do this!” 

“You can mamma, you’re so strong yeah? I've got you alright, you’re doing so well Nav.” Mickey had been a saint, he just knew what to do and when to do it. He was just thankful to be a part of such a magical experience. “You’re gonna bring our baby girl into the world–” It wasn't Mickey's fault that you were losing your mind from the pain. You just wanted it to be over, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as you cried in pain. 

“I fucking hate you for doing this to me.” Mickey couldn't help but to laugh softly as you placed a cool cloth against your forehead. “You did this to me, you idiot.” 

“I remember this being a two player game love, it wasn't just me.” There was not a single thing on this earth Mickey Fanboy Garcia wouldn't do for you. “You can’t not not deliver this baby Nav, she's coming regardless.” But when you groaned in agony? He wished more than anything he could take that pain away from you–but he couldn't. “You’re so beautiful–” 

“Oh my god it HURTS!” You shouted as another contraction took over your body, Mickey could feel how tight your belly was as the water lapped around your legs, spreading them to find more comfort as your doula walked you through what was going on from the edge of the pool. “Shut up Mick!” 

“Shutting up–” He mumbled as you groaned, so exhausted from your contractions. You didn't mean to lash out, so when your contraction was subsiding, giving you a little repreve for five seconds, you sobbed in in his shoulder-your back against his bare chest. 

“I didn't mean to call you an idiot, I'm sorry.” Mickey just kissed your temple lovingly. 

“You can call me whatever you want, I'm lovingly and completely yours forever.” 

“Yeah, congratulations guys, surely you’re gonna get the ol snip now hey Fanboy?” Jake smirked as he made a snipping gesture his way. 

“I've already booked the appointment for next month.” You added as you stood from your place in the living room. The entire group had come over for fried chicken friday. “If anyone else in the room wants to get a vasectomy let me know and I'll ring and add you to the booking.”

“Don't you dare come near me, that kinda shits barbaric.” Coyote cupped at his crotch. 

“It's minor surgery that can be reversed asshat.” Phoenix added as she slapped Javy upside the head in response to his statement. It made you all laugh for a moment until the conversation was drawn back to Bob’s latest conundrum. His crush on the new admin assistant in D block on base. It just felt like home when everyone was filling your home with laughter. Thinking back now you couldn't have imagined not knowing any of them. Ever. 

***~***~***~***~***~

Callsings. 

Everyone had one–every one carried a story, a reason behind the name that colleagues and superior officers referred to you as and knew you as. Once you had your call sign it stuck to you like super glue. There was no changing it, no hiding from it, no running from the probably embarrassing story that the callsign was born from the ashes of or trying to fix the personality trait that people hated enough to give you shit for or loved enough to want to remind you of every day. 

For Mickey Garcia, his callsign had two stories. The first was the most commonly told whenever he was asked about it, whenever his friends and colleagues were asked about it. They could lie and say it was because he was the biggest nerd they knew, but they didn't. 

Each time Rooster or Bob, Phoenix of Payback, Hangman or Coyote were asked about their friends' callsign. They told the truth. And the fact of the matter was Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia was and forever would be lovingly and completely yours forever.

[tropes-and-tales]

There are either three gremlins or one gremlin asking more than once, but at least one of you is asking about a third part to the Rhett Abbott "Mending Fences" mini-series. I'm happy to report that my scattered brain is sloooooooowly turning back towards fan fiction now that the novel is nearly in production, and that I have a third part roughly outlined.

Yee-haw, babies.

[attapullman]

rhett abbott | outer range

ONESHOTS

that abbott boy / You and Rhett have stayed in each other’s orbit since you were children. But what if there’s something more than just friends? [fluff] good at makin' bad decisions / Even a year after you've broken up, after a night of drinking you still end up in Rhett Abbott's bed. [smut 18+ only]

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Outer Range

Rhett Abbott

[topguncortez]

Day 28: It's just the tip of the iceberg prompts: Anger born of worry character: Rhett Abbott warnings: physical violence, Perry's a fucking dumbass, fighting, bull riding injuries, dislocated bones, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of depression (not eating, not sleeping). masterlist | whumptober | library

Rhett was scary when he was angry. He knew he was, and that’s why he tried his hardest to remain calm. Also one of the reasons why he drank as much as he did. He had his father’s anger in him, and knew how to pack a lethal punch if needed. Rhett could harness most of his anger into bull riding, but sometimes, that anger spilled over. Never with Y/N though, he never got angry at her. And he tried his hardest to never let her see that side of him. 

But it was like something in Rhett had snapped as he was sitting at the kitchen table, the meal his mother and Y/N had cooked was ready to be eaten. She smiled at Rhett, and touched his shoulder gently as she sat down next to him. He grabbed her hand, and kissed the diamond ring that sat on her finger. Amy sat across from them and fake gagged at them, which caused Rhett to chuckle and toss a piece of bread at her. 

“Rhett,” Y/N scolded and sat down next to him. Royal sat at the head of the table, and Cecilia at the other end. It was hardly ever that they sat at their actual dining room table, but Cecilia insisted now that Rhett and Y/N were over. The best thing Rhett had ever done was officially move out of his parents house. Y/N had a small house in town, and Rhett was jumping at the bit to move in with her. If it wasn’t for Cecilia telling Rhett he needed to wait at least a couple months before asking to move in together, he would’ve asked by week two of dating. 

“Do you want to say grace?” Cecilia asked her husband, who looked worse for wear. Rhett wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but he had shown up in ripped clothing and a gunshot wound on his leg the other day. Royal said it was one of the Tillerson boys, but Rhett wasn’t buying it, nor was he going to pry. He was already on the sheriff’s radar for Trevor’s death, and didn’t want to be pulled into any more of the mess. 

Rhett had told himself when he started dating Y/N that he was going to get on the straight and narrow. No more bar fights, or getting OWIs. He knew that there were whispers around town about the kindergarten teacher getting mixed up with the drunken bull rider, and Rhett hated it. Y/N acted like the whispers at church didn’t bother her, but Rhett could see through it. She also knew that since Rhett had been named a suspect in Trevor’s disappearance and murder, that the school had put her on leave. She kept it a secret from Rhett for a couple days, but he figured it out one day when he saw her turn a different direction than the school one morning. He felt bad that she was getting punished for his stupid actions. And it didn’t help that his father wasn’t helping him either. 

“I can do it,” Y/N volunteered, and Rhett squeezed her thigh. Everyone at the table bowed their heads, “Dear Lord, please bless-” 

“Where the hell have you been?” Royal said, as the door was pushed open. Y/N opened her eyes and looked over to see Perry standing in the doorway. 

“I confessed,” Perry said.

“Confessed?” Amy asked, “What would you need to confess about?” 

Y/N felt Rhett stiffen next to her, taking his hand off her thigh. She looked over her shoulder at him, and noticed the way his body was starting to shake, “What are you talking about?” Rhett asked. 

“I left a letter for the sheriff. I took the blame for all of it,” Perry looked at Y/N, “Everyone else is off the hook, including you.” 

There was a pause of silence before Rhett pushed back from the table with enough force to send his chair crashing to the ground. Y/N jumped at his action, feeling her heart going erratic in her chest. She placed a hand on her belly, the only other person noticing the action was Royal. 

“Fuck you,” Rhett spat. 

“Hey,” Royal said to his son, as Rhett kicked his chair. Y/N was silent and looked down at her lap, trying to count to ten in her head and calm her breathing down. Rhett paced the floor angrily behind her, running his hands through his hair. 

“Perry, after all we did to protect you?” Cecilia spoke up. 

“I took the blame to protect you. To protect everyone!” Perry said, “You’re all safe now.” 

“There’s no telling what the cops will find now that they know it's on us!” Royal seethed. 

“Rhett, can you stop pacing please,” Y/N said softly, reaching out to grab his wrist, which he angrily pulled away from her, and threw a glass at Perry. 

“Fuck you!” Rhett yelled, angry dripping in his voice. Y/N’s eyes widened as Royal quickly got up from his spot to hold his younger son back, “Maybe our parents are protected, but the sheriff knows that we left that bar together! You have no idea what I have given up to protect you!” 

“Hey! Get Y/N and Amy out of here!” Royal yelled. She didn’t even know her name was called until Cecilia put a hand on her shoulder, and to get her. Y/N looked up at Cecilia with fear in her eyes and the older woman frowned. 

“I’m sorry!” Perry cried. Y/N stood up from her chair, and quickly grabbed Amy, the young girl clutching onto her arm as they moved away from Rhett’s side of the kitchen. 

“Don’t say you’re fucking sorry to me! It’s no wonder Rebecca left you! You selfish piece of shit. You’re the reason Amy doesn’t have a fucking mom!” Rhett snapped, his chest heaving with every breath. Y/N couldn’t believe what he was saying. She knew Rhett could be mean, but she didn’t think he could be this mean. 

“He didn’t mean that, Perry,” Y/N said, and touched the man’s arm gently, but Perry wasn’t listening, as he shoved her back, sending her stumbling to the floor and charging after Rhett. Cecilia ran to Y/N as Royal tried to separate Perry and Rhett. 

Y/N watched in horror as Perry picked Rhett up and slammed him on the kitchen table, delivering a punch to his face. Cecilia ran to her boys as Y/N held Amy tightly in her arms, whispering under her breath. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Y/N felt tears running down her cheeks as she tried not to let Amy see her dad like this. She flinched at the sound of breaking glass as Royal stepped in and pulled his oldest son away from his youngest. Rhett had blood dripping down his nose as stood heaving on the other side of the kitchen. His blue eyes for a moment flashed over to where Y/N was now standing, holding Amy. Perry gathered himself for a minute, and grabbed the knife that was sitting on the counter. 

“I’m protecting Dad!” Perry yelled as he taunted Rhett with the knife, “Autumn was going to tell the sheriff that she saw him with Trevor’s body?” 

“What?” Royal spat, “How many times have I told you to not talk to her.” Royal grabbed Perry’s body, and slammed him up against the glass courier cabinet, sending glass shards everywhere. 

“Fuck!” Y/N hissed as she felt a glass penetrate her skin. Blood trickled down from her forehead as she pulled a small piece of glass out. Cecilia shrieked as Rhett pushed past her over to Y/N. 

“Babe,” Rhett said, and reached out to grab her. 

“No!” Y/N yelled and pushed him away, and ran for the door. 

“Y/N! Wait!” Rhett called out for her and ran after her. Cecilia walked over to Amy, and grabbed the little girl in her arms as the house was now quiet. 

“You better pray you didn’t do anything to hurt that girl or that baby,” Royal said and shoved Perry one more time, before walking over to his wife and grandchild. 

Rhett could hear Y/N’s sobs as he ran to wear she stood in the middle of the driveway. The night air sent a chill to her bone, and she wrapped her arms around her. She looked around at the dark scenery around her. She could remember nights as a child when she would run out and find herself in the middle of the pasture, staring at the stars, finding Polaris and debating on running away. 

“Y/N!” Rhett called out for her as he approached. 

“Don’t come near me!” Y/N yelled as she turned around to face him. Rhett held his hands up in defense and nodded, “What the fuck was that?!” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t-” 

“Don’t give me that shit, Rhett Abbott,” Y/N seethed, “What the hell were you thinking? You know what he’s capable of. And you thought it was a good idea to start a fight in front of your niece, and say those things about her father! I know you hate him, but for fuck’s sake! That’s her dad! The only goddamn parent she has left!” 

“I’m sorry-” 

“I’m not done,” Y/N cut him off, “What I just saw in there was not the same man I fell in love with. The same man that I said yes to marrying. The same man that I am having a baby with!” 

“You’re pregnant?” Rhett asked, his jaw dropping, “I’m going to fucking kill Perry for push-” 

“There you go again!” She let out a frustrated groan. She turned her back to him, and took a couple deep breaths. She closed her eyes and thought back to all those nights she helped her mother clean up her face after a fight with her father. The sounds of breaking glass and the cries for him to stop drinking. Y/N could remember asking her mother why she stayed, why would she willingly stay with a man as horrible and mean as her father. Her mother simply said, she stayed because of Y/N. 

Y/N opened her eyes and let out a shaky breath, “I’m leaving.” 

“What?” Rhett asked, “What-What do you mean?” 

“I can’t stay with someone like. . . whoever the hell that was in the kitchen,” Y/N said and turned back to face Rhett, “I witnessed my mother stay with someone like that for years, and it killed her. I will not end up like her. I can’t. . . I can’t put my child in a situation like that.” 

“Y/N, I’m not-” 

“You are Rhett! You are just like that! You’ve just gotten used to hiding it,” Y/N said, and took a step forward, “I’m sorry.” 

She didn’t say anymore as she walked past him and to her car. Rhett took a step out of the way as he heard her car start, then the turning of gravel as she drove out of the driveway. He wanted to get angry and go back into the house with a new fight to start, but instead, he walked into the house, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and walked up to his room. 

— — — 

It took three days until Rhett finally got out of his room. He was starting to feel sick from not eating and just laying in bed all day. He could hear the conversation of his parents outside his door. They had one son sitting in jail and the other locked in his room. Rhett also knew that he had an important competition tonight, and needed to fuel up for it. 

He stood at the kitchen sink filling up a pot of water so he could make himself some mac n cheese, when he heard footsteps. He looked over his shoulder to see Amy standing there shyly. Rhett hung his head in shame at the nervous stature of his niece. She was probably scared of him too, and Rhett didn’t blame her. 

“How are you?” Amy asked softly. 

Rhett gave her a small smile, “Got out of bed.” 

“That’s good,” Amy nodded, “Are you going to shower next?” 

Rhett laughed, “I reckon that’s on the list of things to do.” 

“Good,” Amy nodded again. There was a beat before she spoke again, “Y/N says hi. I stopped by the other day after school. I miss seeing her during recess.” 

“Yeah, I know she misses seeing you too,” Rhett turned back to the now overflowing pot of water, “Shit.” He cursed and turned the tap off. 

“I’m guessing Y/N does the cooking at home?” 

“You’d guess correctly. Says I can’t boil water without burning it.” 

“Clearly, you can’t even get water into the pot correctly.” 

Rhett shot her a look as Amy giggled. A wave of relief washed over him at the sound of her laughter. He was happy to hear the sound again. But there was still that heavy feeling of guilt in between the two of them, like a thick blanket. Rhett didn’t want to talk about the fight, and he didn’t know how to address it with her anyway. 

“Do you ride tonight?” Amy asked. 

“Yeah,” Rhett nodded, “Championship. . . and my last ride.” 

“Last ride? Why?” 

“I got a baby on the way,” Rhett smiled to himself, “Y/N needs me around more.” 

“Then why are you here?” 

Leave it to the nine year old to ask the heavy questions at twelve in the afternoon. But she was right, why was Rhett still there dwelling in his own mistakes. He hadn’t ever been the one to back down from a fight before. He rolled his shoulders back and stood up straight. Rhett looked at the little girl in front of him, he wasn’t sure when she grew from the little toddler who was chasing him around to the beautiful young woman that stood strong in the middle of the mess. 

“I’m gonna ask Y/N to leave with me tonight, and I want you to come with us,” Rhett told his niece. 

“What about my dad?” Amy asked. 

Rhett sighed, “He’s got a lot to figure out. We all do, but we also want what's best for you. You deserve to be a kid, and live a somewhat normal life. So, come with us.” 

Amy paused for a second, and then nodded. 

— — — 

The smell of livestock filled the air as Y/N walked towards the metal stands. No matter how mad she was at Rhett, she had never missed a ride. For nearly three years Y/N had sat on his mother’s left side, holding her hand and watching the seconds tick on until he could get off that damn bull and get to safety. But tonight was different as she looked around the stands and didn’t see a single member of the Abbott family. She frowned and found a spot to sit where she could clearly see Rhett. 

Rhett let out a shaky breath as his rodeo hand, Michael, taped up his wrist. His blue eyes looked up, scanning the crowd again for his family. His frown ticked upwards a bit as he landed on her frame, smiling and talking to some Wabang citizen. She looked gorgeous in a white sundress, jean jacket and her boots. Rhett’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed her still wearing her ring. 

“Are you ready for this?” Michael asked him. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Rhett said, and climbed up towards the chute. The bull he drew was already angry, and he wasn’t even on it yet. The animal bucked and snorted wildly as Rhett climbed over the railing. Y/N bit her nails as she watched him climb on the animal, and secure his rope. The second the buzzer went off, her eyes locked on the large clock. She couldn’t watch Rhett, she had to focus on the timer or she would get sick. 

“Come on, Rhett! Hold on!” She cheered as the time ticked. The time stopped at 5 seconds as a loud buzzer sounded. She snapped her head towards the center of the ring, where she watched Rhett stagger to the side of the ring, and get pulled away from some of the hands. Y/N gasped as she pushed her way through the crowd, running to get back to him. 

“You can’t ride,” She heard one of the rodeo hands saying to her husband. 

“I have to,” Rhett’s voice was gravely, “Just pop it back in.” 

“Rhett,” Y/N said as she got over to him. His blue eyes looked up at her filled with guilt and sadness, “What happened?” She asked Michael. 

“Dislocated his shoulder on the fall,” Michael said, “He can forfeit and be fine.” 

“I’m not doing that,” Rhett said, “Pop the damn thing back in.” 

“Rhett,” She pleaded. 

“I have to,” Rhett said, “I have to do this. For you, for Amy. . . for our baby. Please, just hold my hand while they pop it back in.” Y/N nodded and rushed to his side. Rhett stood up, and grabbed Y/N’s hand tightly. She kissed the top of his head as a loud groan left his lips as Michael touched his arm. Michael looked over at Y/N and nodded, before popping the bone back in, “Son of a bitch!” Rhett yelled, and stumbled forward. Y/N moved out of the way as he vomited from the pain. 

“You’re okay,” Y/N rubbed his back, “When’s the next ride?” 

“Soon,” Michael said, “He’s gotta get into the chute.” 

Y/N nodded and grabbed Rhett’s face gently in her hands. He looked at her, the oceanic blue pools of his eyes wet with tears. She didn’t say anything, but kissed his cheek. Rhett closed his eyes as she left and walked back towards the stands. Rhett slowly opened his eyes and watched her walk away. 

“Let’s do this shit.”

— — — 

Y/N was kicking the gravel underneath her boots as she waited in the open area of the rodeo for Rhett. He was probably showering and changing, Y/N always made sure there was an extra set of clothes in the trailer for after the rodeo. Rhett had won his last ride, and ended up winning the whole competition. As Rhett stood up from the dirt after his last ride, he looked around the arena, taking in the sight of the town cheering for him, but his eyes locked on to Y/N, who was beaming with pride. The two of them could tell at that moment that everything had shifted. That a line had been drawn in the sand, and it was time for them to decide on what to do next. 

“Hey,” Rhett called out to her. Y/N looked up from the rock she had been kicking and smiled at the bull rider. 

“Hey yourself. Congrats-” 

“Leave with me,” Rhett said, cutting her off, “Please. I don’t have anyone here for me, besides you and Amy, and she already agreed to coming with me, so really, it's just you. And I am tired of everyone in this town seeing me as a fuck up. I don’t want our kid to have to deal with the same thing. I’m ready to leave, I need to. We need to.” 

“Rhett,” She sucked in a breath, “I’m sorry for what I said the other night. I got scared, I had never seen that side of you before. All I saw in that moment was everything I tried so hard to escape.” 

“I know,” Rhett took a step forward, “And I am so fucking sorry, darlin’. I never ever wanted you to see me like that, or make you feel like that again. I know what it did to your momma and I’m not going to do that to you. I promise, I will never ever hurt you or our baby.” 

Y/N smiled at the words ‘our baby’ leaving Rhett’s mouth. She stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of them. Rhett’s hand rested on her hip, the other one was being supported in a sling. She gently caressed his jaw, running her thumb over his stubble, before reaching up and plucking the hat off his head. Rhett smiled as she placed it on her own head. 

“Take me away from here, Cowboy.”

[basiccortez]

Kinks HC- R. Abbott 

pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!reader word count: 2k warnings: THIS IS ABOUT KINKS, READ WITH CAUTION. sir kink, impact play, brat tamer, rope play, sadism, consensual non-consent, Dacryphilia, dumbification, safe wording. note: thanks to the discord for letting me bounce some ideas off of you!

Sir Kink:

Rhett loves power, he likes to be in control. You can see from the way he reacts in certain situations. He didn’t flat out say that he was a kink for domination, but you could read between the lines 

The second that your lips tremble out the word: “Sir” he’s a goner. He pauses for a second as he’s placing sloppy, hot, wet kisses on your neck and looks at you. You can see the darkness pooling in his blue eyes. 

After that night it became a common thing between the two of you. Most people didn’t bat an eye as you would respond to Rhett saying, “yes sir” , “no sir.” It seemed like just a nicety to them. But it had Rhett thinking of just about anything to stop the blood flow straight to his cock. 

The answer to Rhett was usually “yes sir,” whenever he would ask or say something, but if you were feeling bratty you would throw in a “no sir”. And Jesus lord have mercy, that would be the damn near end of you. Rhett would stop and look over his shoulder and be like: “what was that?” 

And that’s how you find yourself tied to the bed with a vibrator between your legs. He’s standing in the corner of the room just watching you whither and whine. 

“I bet this isn’t what you thought you would get yourself into when you decided to be a brat?” 

And every time you’d get close to cumming, Rhett would just know. He’d walk over to the bed and turn the vibrator down and look at you, “You have to ask,” 

“Can I cum, sir?” 

“You’re so fucking pretty, yes cum for me.” Rhett would turn it back up and watch as you cry. 

“Oh thank you, sir!” You let out a broken cry as he finally lets you release the built up tension in your body. 

Brat Tamer: 

As mentioned above with the sir kink, Rhett is also a brat tamer. With years of experience with rope, he knows exactly what he is doing. 

The first time you got mouthy with him, he quickly put you in your place. It was before he was going to ride and you had been nipping at his heels all day. He was focused on rodeo days and it was hard to break that focus and you just wanted an ounce of attention. 

“Rhett-” You whined out but it was cut off by his hand coming around your throat. 

“Shut the fuck up. You’ve been acting like a goddamn spoiled brat all day. Quit fucking whinning,” 

Needless to say you shut up real quick and felt your panties dampen as he walked away and over to the riders only area. You thought that after he won the rodeo that you would be forgiven for acting like a brat but you were wrong. So very, very wrong. 

“You think I just forgot how you acted earlier? Nah, you need to be taught a lesson in respect, girl.” 

You knew from then on out that you needed to act right, but you couldn’t help but be defiant (especially when the consequence felt oh so good). Rhett would give you a warning look if you started to act up, and you would stop your little act for a bit. But it never lasted long. 

“Excuse me boys, I gotta head out,” He said one night as you guys were grabbing a drink with Perry and one of the rodeo hands. You had gone and decided to flirt your way to getting a free drink, which Rhett was not happy about. “I gotta take my girl home to bed-” 

“It’s not even that late-” 

“We’re going. To. bed.” Rhett said through gritted teeth, and you whimpered as you squeezed your thighs together. 

Rhett wasn’t always mean as a brat tamer, no he was very caring as well. After every session that he had you tied up and crying he would take good care of you. Getting you something to eat, something to drink, putting ointment on your bruised wrists. 

Impact Play/Sadism: 

Growing up, Rhett always liked to see the bruises and cuts that he got from working hard on the ranch and riding bulls. What he didn’t know is that it would transfer into something else. 

The first time he had left a bruise on you, tiny finger bruises from grabbing your hips while you were riding him, he was enthralled. You didn’t seem to mind it, liking the pain from his hand, and you also liked seeing the bruises too. 

Slowly Rhett’s obsession with seeing bruises moved from the small ones left on your hips or thighs, intimate places, to being on more “public” surfaces, such as your knees or ass cheeks. 

One day Rhett was pissed at Perry, and was searching you out for relief. He walked into the house and saw you making pies with his mother. Rhett muttered something about needing you for a second and pulled you away from the house. He took you out behind the stable and pushed you down into the rock, pulling his cock out and pushing your head down to suck him off. 

“Fuck I need this. Perry being a fucking asshole and my dad, Jesus your mouth was made for me,” Rhett mumbled, making a make-shift ponytail in his hand and guided your head up and down his length. You could feel the rocks digging into your knees and you knew you would have bruises from the impact of you landing hard on them. Rhett fucked your face without a care of you gasping for air, or your tears or who could catch you two. When Rhett came, shooting hot ropes down your throat, you swallowed all of it. He tucked himself back in his jeans and then helped you up. 

“Got you a bit dirty,” He smirked and brushed off the dirt and rock from your knees. He felt his dick stir again seeing the bruises left behind. He stood up straight and grabbed your face with both his hands and kissed you roughly, “Better get back to Ma.” You nodded and Rhett sent you on your way with one rough smack to your ass making you yelp. 

That wasn’t the end of Rhett pushing you down on hard surfaces to suck him off. It came to the point where you almost constantly had bruises on your knees. 

But the bruises didn’t stop there, nah, Rhett loved to leave your ass red and bruised as well. Which goes back to the sir, brat tamer kink. If you disobeyed Rhett, he would have you over his knee counting the spanks until you were crying so hard you lost count. Rhett would love to see your ass red, the broken skin taking days to heal. 

Most of the family (Cecilia and Royal) ignored the way you would walk funny or the bright red marks on your knees, except Perry (but he learned his lesson one day). 

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” Perry whispered to Rhett one day in church as he watched her shift around in her chair and noticed her knees. 

“Needed taught a lesson,” Rhett mumbled back. 

Dacryphilia (crying kink): 

It has been mentioned several times that Rhett loves to see you cry. He gets off on it. 

The first time you cried during sex, he felt a pain of guilt and stuttered in his thrusts but the moan you let out told him that he didn’t need to stop. 

His favorite thing was to ruin your makeup, seeing the smudged mascara down your cheeks after he fucked your throat, or spanked you. He was so condescending about it too. 

“Aw my poor baby, spent all that time getting ready just to have it all ruined.”

He loved when you would become cock dumb that the only thing you could do was cry about how good you were getting fucked. 

Afterwards though, he was always sweet, holding you as you cried in overstimulation, and would wipe your tears.  

Dumbification: 

It’s simple, Rhett likes to fuck you dumb. He is probably a bit of a sadist, and loves to make fun of you for it. 

Like you had been mouthing off and smarting back to him all day, and even while he was fucking you. But the second he’s got you in complete submission and just railing you to the point where there isn’t a single coherent thought in your head had him laughing. 

“What happened to my smart girl? So fucking dumb for my cock, now aren’t ya.” 

“Come on, use those big girl words?” 

“God such a dumb cock slut, can’t even talk right.” 

Voyeurism: 

Rhett isn’t afraid to have sex wherever and whenever. Actually, he thinks the idea of being caught is very hot. Which is why he quite literally will take you anywhere and everywhere. 

Behind the stables? Yes. Outside his trailer at a rodeo? Yes. Bathroom of the Handsome Gambler? Yes. Yes. Yes. 

The idea that someone could walk in and see him fucking the life out of you is just so appealing. The one time that Luke Tillerson walked in on him fucking you over the bathroom sink at the Pit Bar plays in Rhett’s mind rent free. 

“Holy fuck, I’m- Really? Classy Rhett?” 

“You see how fucking hot she is? She was just begging for this, weren’t ya baby?” You answered Rhett with a loud moan and he smirked, looking up in the mirror to see Luke staring at you, which pissed Rhett off, “This ain’t no free show Tillerson, pay up or get out,” 

He loves it when you’re loud too (except his family doesn’t but you could care less when Rhett is balls deep inside of you). Royal and Cecilia have learned to stay away from areas of the ranch if they know that Rhett took you somewhere. Perry has walked in on Rhett one too many times. 

“Jesus Christ, Rhett, Y/N, this is the living room!” Perry yelled as he walked in the house to see Rhett eating you out on the couch. 

“I know, and I am living,” Rhett smirked and this fucker has no shame and dove right back inbetween your thighs. 

“Gonna have to burn that fucking couch,” Perry muttered and walked up to his room. 

Rhett also likes to watch you get off. He knows what you get up to when he is gone for long periods of time for rodeos. He loves to sit in a chair in his room and watch you get yourself off. He’ll direct you a little bit, but mostly lets you run the show. 

“Curl your fingers baby, yeah, there ya go.” “Pinch your nipple.” “Slap your pussy. Such a good girl.”

Consensual, non-consent (thank you @hederasgarden for awakening this in me) 

The idea of you allowing him to take you in your most vulnerable form was a huge fucking turn-on in itself. You had been hinting at it for a while, telling Rhett that you were okay if he woke you up with sex, or head. Then it came to the conversation that you were okay if he just walked up and took what was his. You two established a safe word, and boundaries beforehand. 

The first time Rhett walked into the house, seeing you in a dress with your apron on setting the table, Rhett just had to have you. He walked right in, bent you over the table, pulled your panties down and took you. It was the most glorious thing. You little yelps for him to stop which was covered by moans. 

After that if you guys were going to do it, you talked about it beforehand, basically like scheduling the day. And you would do it in other places except your bedroom, i.e the stables, the pasture, his truck. It just added to the whole ordeal. 

Rhett was always careful to watch your body language for any chance that you wanted to stop, which was even more of a turn on for you. 

He loved when you would fight him, trying to get out of his grasp as he held your arms down. Watching your squirm and kick under him as he pressed his weight into your body and would just take what he wanted. Your fighting would stop the second he pushed his cock into your pussy. 

Bonus: how would Rhett react to getting safeworded? 

The second you say the safeword, which would be “buffalo”, he’s stopping everything. And the guilt would fill his body immediately. 

How did he not see this beforehand? Had you dropped too far into subspace? What did he do wrong? What was he not watching? 

He’d tell you everything he was doing from untying your wrists, to pulling out of you. And he did everything slowly, making sure to kiss every bruise, every mark that was left behind. He would whisper sweet nothings against your skin as he slowly moved you both to laying down on the bed. 

He noticed that far away look in your eye and could see that you let yourself go to subspace. He was patient as he held you tightly, knowing that you wanted the feeling of his body weight when you dropped. 

He’d hold you as you shook, your body trying to regulate itself. He would shush your little whimpers as you clung to him. 

“Can you tell me your name?” He would always ask you that question after you would call the safeword, it was his way of trying to coax you out of subspace. 

“. . . Y/N. . . “ You breathed out. 

“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” Rhett kissed your forehead, “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.” 

THE KING OF AFTERCARE 

Once he felt like you were a little more stable, your body not shaking uncontrollably, your tears drying, your brain being able to string together small sentences, he would go get you a small snack and a gatorade. He’d sit you between his legs, holding you against his chest as you ate and drank the electrolytes. Rhett would turn on some stupid netflix show that you like just to get your mind back from subspace. He would place small kisses on your bare shoulder or forehead from time to time. 

“I’m gonna go draw you a bath.” 

“With a bath bomb? 

Rhett sighed, he hated those fucking pink glittery things, but he was so whipped by you, “Yes, of course,” 

And that’s how Rhett found himself in a bathtub with you against his chest surrounded by pink bubbles and rose petals.

--- --- ---

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[roosterbruiser]

I just saw the new look of the Rhett x Singlemom!reader and I can’t wait for it!

With it, I have a few questions:

Why the changes? I’m on now way upset about it! Actually, the more context that we have been given as to why it was only Reader and Emmylou (previously Forest) gives it a much more angsty feel and I love it!

And one more, why was it originally called 33rd of August? I’m only asking since there is no 33rd day of August lol

I hope this doesn’t trouble you, have a nice day! ❤️☺️

happy to answer these questions!! they're VERY long so pls feel free to skim if necessary

so long, long ago I started writing a fan fiction for Harry Styles. I literally started writing it when I was like 13 or 14 yrs old. to say it was problematic..........wouldn't even do it justice. I finished it and had it posted on Wattpad for a long time!

but then I wanted to rewrite it. so I did! and then I kept rewriting it like every single year. first it was a modern day story about gang member Harry. and then it was ex gang member Harry. then it was a 70s au bad boy. then it was just a 70s au that was more of a coming of age story! the version I rewrote when I was about 18-19 is not that bad! it's actually still posted on Wattpad 😳

then when I got to college, I wanted to do more with it. so I started rewriting it as a novel. so the novel was about a girl who was groomed by the father of the children she babysat and ended up falling pregnant by the time she was 19. they conceal her pregnancy and then when she has the baby, it's a total scandal bc no one knew and it's the 60s and she's unwed. plus her employer is the only doctor in their small town and rumors go nuts!!

so in that story, I was gonna have it that she gives the baby to the bio father to be raised with him and his wife. then she moves all the way to West Virginia to start her life over at her aunt's house in Charleston. and she meets a handsome, rugged cowboy who helps heal her wounds.

ALL THIS TO SAY....I really like that plot so I tweaked it and made it applicable to Rhett Abbott bc fan fiction is my one true love.

so The 33rd of August is actually a Joan Baez song and that's why it was titled that!

Bluebird Wine is an Emmylou Harris song :-)

[lewmagoo]

How did you start writing? I wanna start writing fan fiction but how and where do I begin?

when establishing myself in a new fandom or writing community i’ll usually start by making an introductory post and announce that i’m going to be writing for x character(s) and ask people to send me specific requests for those characters. i make sure to use tags on the post so that people will see it (so if i was announcing that i’m writing for rhett i’d use tags like ‘rhett abbott x reader’ and ‘rhett abbott smut’ on the post). sometimes people request things right away, sometimes it takes a while. i don’t take requests anymore but when you’re just starting out i do recommend it because it always helped me to have requests to refer to so i had specific things to write.

i would also recommend following and interacting with other writers as well, to establish yourself into the community.

if you need help with actually writing the story itself, refer to prompt lists! there are plenty of blogs out there that have resources for writing, and tons of prompt lists to refer to. choose a prompt or two and write something inspired by it. it doesn’t have to be perfect, just start writing and see what comes of it! the more you write, the better you’ll get at it. you can draw inspiration from anything. music (most of my writing is inspired by songs), other literature and media, personal experiences, etc. draw from whatever inspires you most.

and most importantly, be patient, because it can take a while to get established. if you have any other questions just let me know :)

[weathereyehorizon]

Fic Master List

A master list of all my soft and silly little stories!

weathereyehorizon on AO3.

Schitt's Creek

AUs

Body Count rate T, 2232 words

David meets up with Patrick, his barterswap match and almost immediately feels off balance. Neither of them seem to know what the hell is going on. But David does know he likes him.

Under Summer Skies rated T, 4988 words

Patrick Brewer is Toronto's newest starting catcher. He's cocky, confident and looking to lead the Jays to a World Series. If only he can keep his eyes out of the stands and his head in the game.

If I Could Melt Your Heart rated T, 2360 words

David had just completed the combination spin Ronnie had wanted him to work on, when he registered a low whistle from across the rink. He wobbled for a moment looking around to try to find where the unwelcome interruption had come from. David narrowed his eyes when he spotted someone at the far entrance.

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Codas, Fix-Its & Canon Compliant

You Might Say I'm Here for You rated G, 3260

Patrick and David take a weekend trip to The Brewers, prior to the wedding. Patrick and Clint have some important conversations and Clint witnesses his son's happiness first hand.

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5 questions Patrick doesn't ask Clint and one that he does

Bein' a Villain, for a While rated T, 5970 words

Patrick wasn't at his best supportive button self during Love Letters. David and Stevie, though hilarious, weren't exactly at their best either. What if everyone had responded differently?

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Crack & Funnies

Ernesto rated T, 1675 words

The neighbourhood kids have a lot of questions about who is delivering pizza to David and Patrick’s cottage.

Firefly rated T, 2675 words

It's Patrick's day, and they're doing what Patrick wants. David surprises Patrick with a trip to the local fire hall for his birthday. Stevie tags along and is about as helpful as you would expect. Lots of hot fire fighter thirsting and innuendo ensues.

I Don't Know How It Happened But I'm All Shook Up rated T, 965 words

Patrick attempts to have a quiet moment in the kitchen with his husband.

She Sees You When You're Sleeping (with your husband) rated E, 2478 words

5 times Marcy walks in on the boys and 1 time she doesn't - Holiday edition

Sneakers & Cookies rated M, 1119 words

David is very upset over something "terrible" that Patrick has done. Stevie never helps.

I Had My Reservations About Banana rated T, 1018 words

Fic Tropes Bot Prompt: David Rose and Patrick Brewer sensually eat bananas in Texas because there was only one bed.

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Epistolary Fics

I'm Gonna Be With You Right Here 'Til the Very End rated T, 916

A fluffy, texting-only fic where Patrick makes everything okay.

Ray Butani: Undercover Matchmaker rated G, 1784 words

It was no coincidence that Patrick took that fateful B13 appointment, but rather an expertly executed plan by Ray Butani: Schitt's Creek’s Undercover Matchmaker.

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Fluff & Smutt

What Kind of People Are Afraid of the Rain? rated E, 4277

Stevie helps these idiots figure out their feelings and Patrick is wet for the entirety of this fic.

Let Me Count the Ways rated M, 1690 words

David Rose doesn't say “I love you”. Except for that one time…and those couple of other times. But, by and large, David Rose doesn't say “I love you”.

It's Bedtime David rated E, 2077 words

Neither of them liked to go to bed without the other, but some nights when David was ready earlier, and Patrick was particularly restless, they would adjust their typical routine to accommodate. On those occasions, Patrick always took care of his husband before continuing with his evening endeavours.

Without a Glare but with a Smile rated T, 1005 words

David has a gift for Patrick and it doesn't go over the way he thinks it will.

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Song Fics

What a Good Boy rated T, 1029 words

Patrick reflects on his love for David, and what it means to be a good man.

Good Enough rated M, 1936 words

Sebastien Raine visits Schitt's Creek on the same day as Open Mic Night at the Apothecary.

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Stevie & Patrick are Buds Series

Happy Hour is Here G, 1190

Stevie is still figuring out David’s new business partner but she’s learned a few things: how much he loves baseball, that Ronnie is going to be his enemy for life, and what his preferences are. The only question is whether some other guy is going to catch Patrick’s eye before David does.

It's Always Who You Least Eggspect rated G, 297 words

Stevie talks Patrick into some petty crime.

Welcome To The Party, Pal rated M, 1626 words

Patrick and Stevie spend Christmas Eve together after the Rose's Christmas Party.

In the Meantime rated T, 1249 words

Stevie gets dropped off at Patrick's apartment after the Hospies.

Looking Good and Feeling Fine rated T, 486 words

Stevie and Patrick return to the motel after a couple of drinks.

Orange rated T, 577 words

Stevie takes Patrick to the spa.

Confession rated G, 312 words

Stevie and Patrick chat at the store.

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Poetry

Black & Blue rated G, 16 words

An anniversary poem.

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Other Fandoms

Outer Range

Can't Make the Same Mistake This Time rated E, 1097 words

They’re too old for this shit, he knows but the animosity between the Abbotts and the Tillersons runs deep, and they’ve all accepted it as the natural order of things. Billy and he are the exception. They are drawn to each other inescapably, as surely as the rest of them seem to repel each other.

There's Peace, I'm Sure rated E, 1629 words

Rhett pays Billy a visit following Trevor's funeral.

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Game Changers

When You Hold Me, I'm Alive rated E, 3023 words

A couple of years ago he’d told Shane, as casually as possible, that if he wanted to have sex with other men when they were apart—which was most of the time—he could. ~The Long Game

No Teasing, You Waited Long Enough rated E, 100 words

Three weeks is too fucking long.

i came to win, to fight rated T, 1252 words

Shane has his first NHL fight.