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Old Cowboy Sayings (Part 1)

*Updated with reader warnings (sorry forgot to add them before)

Here’s the part 1 of Rhett Abbott x Reader

Prologue Part 2 Part 3 Epilogue

Rhett is a fucking mess but he’s been made to feel mediocre his whole life so he just believes it. Reader comes along to hopefully make him see his worth.

Contains mentions of SMUT

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Rhett was hungover as hell. His three rides at the local rodeo last night were frustrating to say the least. Introduced not by name but as the son of the ‘great bull riding champ Royal Abbott’ hadn’t helped his mood as he was bucked all three times before the 8. Rhett had drowned his failure in the bottom of a bottle of whisky and his cock down the throat of some nameless girl wanting to hook up with a rider, losing or not. He wasn’t proud of it, but it had numbed his disappointment and that of his family. Rhett felt like shit, stinking of booze and sweat in last night’s clothes, but was helping Cecelia finish up cleaning the dusty small loft above the barn. Perry as usual of late, was nowhere to be seen but Rhett could forgive the man this once. The loft, an open space big enough for a bed and dresser with a small bathroom attached, was once used by Rebecca. It had remained untouched since her disappearance but was about to be occupied again by the daughter of one of Cecelia’s church friends. With little interest Rhett had overheard some of the story as Cecelia told Royal of her plans. Her friend had left to marry a rancher a few states over long ago, but they stayed in touch over the years. The friend and her husband, who reading between the lines was not a good man, had both died recently and their only kid had sold the ranch to escape ‘bad memories’, as Cecelia had put it. And Rhett knew something about that so he couldn’t fault them for wanting to leave the place that caused it. Royal was a hard, inflexible man and most of the time Cecelia was quiet, passive and went along with his choices. But Rhett knew his mother was a not meek woman and could be steadfast and assert herself when it mattered to her. It used to upset him that she didn’t choose to use it to stand up for him, but he was used to it by now.

Rhett supposed he was a little like her, following along with whatever his family had decided for him and only speaking when he had something to say, not that anyone listened. The only time he really asserted himself was while drunk in a bar fight and it was usually over some throw away comment, not anything really important. Cecelia said it was her Christian duty to help this girl who had no one and she would be living and working on the ranch for food and board, so he knew her word was final and even a prickly Royal had no say in the matter. Rhett had imagined she was going to be some young, timid church mouse type and that really wasn’t his thing. So while they finished cleaning the loft and Cecelia said he wasn’t to touch her, Rhett chuckled a little and replied “Yes ma’am.” How wrong he was. YFN as she was called, pulled up in her old truck a little later and Cecelia had the whole Abbott family lined up to greet her. She was an attractive, petite woman of a similar age to Rhett. He couldn’t help but run his appreciative eyes over her curvy hips, shapely thighs, and round ass in her worn jeans as she leant into the bed of her truck to get her duffle. As YFN walked towards them, he noticed the swing of those hips and the stretch of her shirt over her ample tits as he scanned up her body towards her lovely face. Fuck. She wasn’t a young girl at all and by the way she swayed her hips, she didn’t look to be an innocent either. She was a pretty little thing, and the no touching rule was going to be much harder than he first thought. YFN greeted Cecelia with a bunch of flowers and a long hug, his mother whispered to her and whatever was said was met with YFN’s sad smile. Cecelia introduced her to his father and brother, and she shook Royal then Perry’s hand with a small nod, Perry openly staring at her. Rhett frowned slightly at that, he’d seen that look on him before and didn’t like it at all. YFN very quickly moved on from him and smiled warmly at Amy and already had his niece wrapped around her little finger by handing her a gift that appeared to be coloured pencils and a notebook. “This is our youngest boy Rhett.” his mother spoke, “Don’t mind the state of him.”

Rhett studied her pretty eyes, pink plump lips and the smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. Damn she was a looker. “Hi.” YFN smiled and her eyes met his, “I’m okay with a mess.” she said, voice like honey and she extended her hand to him. Rhett didn’t know if she was talking about his appearance or if she already had him pegged as the family disappointment. He wiped the dirt off his hand on last night’s jeans. Shit he wished he’d cleaned up when he got home early this morning. He took her outstretched hand in his and was surprised to find it calloused and rough much like his own. A slow warmth from Rhett’s palm spread throughout his body. He had lost count of how many women he’d screwed to feel anything, but a simple handshake from her stirred something in Rhett. YFN raised an eyebrow at him. Rhett released the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding and quietly uttered “Ma’am.” She smiled sweetly and dropped his hand before turning back to address Royal “Thank you for lettin’ me stay. I’ll work hard and do what’s asked of me.” “Best you do.” Royal grunted, “You ride girl?” “All my life sir. My horse was sold in the settlement though.” YFN replied unphased by Royal’s coolness. “Go on and get yourself squared away then.” he pointed to the barn and then at Rhett. “The boy will get you acquainted with a horse and then you can help him. His no-good drunk ass surely needs it.” Royal said resentfully.

His father and Perry walked off in the opposite direction of the barn and without a word, Cecelia took Amy inside, leaving Rhett and YFN standing together.

He wasn’t surprised at Royal’s comment or his family’s hasty departure because of it, but Rhett’s head and shoulders dropped. “Rhett.” YFN said gently. He was surprised she hadn’t walked off too. Rhett looked at her expecting to see pity or judgement, but he just saw understanding in her eyes. “I had a daddy like that too.” she revealed softly, voice laced with a little resentment, “I ain’t gonna listen to yours either when he says crap like that.”

Rhett was surprised by both her candour and that she had chosen not to believe his father’s words, but he said nothing.

“You know, my mamma had an old cowboy saying, ‘Don’t judge anyone by their relatives’.” YFN said simply. Rhett took a moment and searched her eyes for an indication she wasn’t being genuine, but he found none.

“You always listen to your mamma?” he asked, voice hoarse from his hangover. A wry smile graced her lips “She was a religious woman so not always…” The corner of Rhett’s mouth turned up ever so slightly, “That so?” “Mm-hmm.” YFN hummed, “I mean it. I ain’t gonna settle on who you are based off them.” Rhett nodded at that, he was grateful but it was only a matter of time until she realised for herself that he was just as they said. YFN laughed lightly to herself, and Rhett thought it was the sweetest sound.

“You do smell like shit though.” she said amused. Rhett smiled at that. A real smile, one that was usually reserved for Amy or a good bull ride. This girl was something special. A pretty face and curves, and kind with a witty mouth on her. She didn’t need a man like him screwing with her so Rhett knew he would look but do as Cecelia asked and try his best not to touch. “I know. Lemme find you a horse and show you the ropes then.” he said still smiling as he picked up YFN’s duffle and walked with her to the barn. …… A few months passed on the Abbott Ranch, one day rolling into the next as it always did but for Rhett, it felt different. He was still a goddamn mess, but he just didn’t feel so lonely or detached as he once did. Rhett still drank almost every night, got into fights, and had a few quick fucks when he was irritated at his riding, but it wasn’t all he had anymore. YFN had fit in like she’d always been there. The work was the same, but Rhett was no longer tasked with the bulk of it alone. His father had put YFN with Rhett to learn, but if it was meant as another chore for him, it had backfired. She was anything but a burden to him or to the ranch. And it was almost as if YFN breathed life back into it, and breathed life back into him. She was kind, funny and helpful and Rhett thought her to be very intelligent but in two different ways. Firstly because she’d figured out early on to avoid a hard, dismissive Royal and an unstable, leering Perry as much as possible. And secondly, she was smart enough to give Amy a hand with her homework and helped Cecelia in figuring out to the ranch’s messy financial situation, albeit without Royal’s knowledge. Rhett thought he should be jealous of YFN, as Amy and Cecelia were both obviously fond of her, and his mother trusted had her to help, something that hadn’t ever been afforded to him. But he wasn’t in the slightest, Rhett was pleased YFN was helping the women in his life. From growing up on a ranch, YFN had the skill and the strength to manage the routine and tasks of one. She was hard working and capable and true to her word she did everything that was asked of her to earn her place at the ranch. YFN and Rhett had quickly found a daily rhythm and worked well together, each balancing out the strengths and weaknesses of the other. She wasn’t as lazy or as careless as Perry and didn’t chastise him or judge him in silence like Royal. YFN seemed content just let him work the way he wanted, offering suggestions occasionally but never criticising and she was open when he did the same. From the get-go Rhett had just one problem living and working with YFN.

It was hard to keep his mind off her. In the beginning, YFN was focused on finding her place and learning the routine, so she didn’t talk a lot save a bit of a chat here or a joke there. And Rhett wasn’t one for talking much anyway so he no issue with the comfortable silence. But fuck did his cock have other ideas.

Rhett was very attracted to YFN, and he couldn’t help but fix on the way her jeans hugged her ass as she bent over, the bounce of her full tits as she rode her horse or her the way her tongue ran over her chapped lips after a day working in the sun. Rhett often hid the growing bulge in his jeans during the day and fisted himself in the shower at night, as he imagined those lips wrapped around his dick or her his face buried in her ample chest as she rode him. Rhett was good at picking up on physical cues of women and was pretty sure YFN was attracted to him too. She flirted with him, but didn’t tease and Rhett noticed her appraising him, biting her lip, and subtly rubbing her thighs together quite often. They had never really touched. Just the occasional contact of fingers when she handed something to him or when they brushed past each other in a small space. But even the smallest contact was enough to make Rhett hard. He knew she was no church mouse, but she didn’t act like a slut either. YFN never made a move so neither did Rhett. They just continued to dance around each other for months on end. Any other woman and he would of her bent over something by now and fucked her. But YFN was special so he let her be. He’d curb the need she set off inside of him by screwing a random ‘buckle bunny’ here and there, all while thinking of YFN. Rhett was a mongrel for doing it, but he wasn’t worthy of her and needed to release his tension with those girls who were willing. And he didn’t want to ruin anything between them because he couldn’t keep his cock under control around her. Rhett had found a way to handle the sexual attraction. But he very quickly found himself catching feelings for her. He hadn’t cared about anyone since Maria and he was pretty naive to it all back then, so Rhett didn’t know how to handle feelings. Rhett was quiet by nature, except if he was drunk then he became a little loose lipped especially when he was fucking. But he had also been led to believe most of his life that what he said was of little value or interest, so he just kept his mouth shut. But then YFN came along and started asking him about himself like she really wanted to know him. Simple things at first, like his favourite colour or what music he liked. The short lines of questioning eventually morphed into deeper things like why bull riding was important to him, where he felt the most peaceful and they even touched on the shit with his family. Rhett wanted to know her too and YFN was open and honest with him, two things most people weren’t in his experience. She was full of witty one-liners and dirty jokes, and Rhett had laughed more in months, than he had his whole life.

With the money problems at the ranch, YFN encouraged Rhett with his ideas to help turn things around. His family had never involved him, Rhett was labour and nothing more, but she praised him for his thoughts and possible solutions and promised to support him if he presented them to his family. They hadn’t got to spend any time alone outside of working, but she often joined in when he and Amy did something, all of them laughing and being silly together. Rhett had never dared to dream of a family but as he watched her with Amy, it gave him the smallest sliver hope and set off something off primal inside of him. So Rhett wanted to fuck YFN, in every goddamn way he knew how. But he wanted to love her. Ride bulls, work honestly, breed babies into her and share a life together. Rhett remembered an old cowboy saying his grandfather used to use, ‘You think everything in the universe revolves around the sun, but once you love a cowgirl you know that everything revolves around her’. Rhett used to believe it was stupid, but he felt that way about YFN. He knew YFN was attracted to him and genuinely wanted to know him, but he doubted she wanted these all things with him, no one ever had. So he resigned himself to be content with the ways she was already making his mediocre and messy life better by just being in it.

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callsign-joyride · 1 year

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John Wayne | Chapter 1 | Rhett Abbott

Despite the mood board suggesting otherwise, my fics are size and POC inclusive.

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Summary: Rhett ends up in the city for a friend's wedding. You're going through a rough breakup. A meet-cute in a cafe changes both of your lives.

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f!reader

Content warnings: None yet

Being a journalist was fun. Tiring, but fun. Admittedly, it wasn't the best paying job. Especially for someone two years out of college, living in New York. But it was your dream job, and you ranked up fairly quickly. The summer internships and part-time jobs definitely helped you get there, but you weren't complaining. Even in the questionable apartment that you shared with someone, you were happy.

Of course, not all good things last forever. You knew that something was off when Tyler, your boyfriend of two years, had texted you to buzz him in.

“Hey, I'm almost done with editing. Give me a few minutes and I'm all yours,” you said as he walked in the door. The thing that was different about this situation was that he hadn't taken his shoes off by the door. It wasn't something that you or your roommate had ever stressed about, but he always took his shoes off when he came in.

You submitted your article before closing your laptop and turning your attention toward him. The only background noise was that of the city below you. It was a particularly nice day out so you decided to work with the window slightly open.

“I think we need to break up,” he said. It felt like time stopped.

“Okay. Why?” You sniffled and reached for the box of tissues that were on the coffee table. There was a lump in your throat and you knew that this wasn't going to end well.

“You’ve been so busy lately and I feel like you're kind of blowing me off. My birthday was two weeks ago and all I got from you was a text and a card.”

“With a gift card to that place in SoHo that you like so much. Two weeks ago, I had to be in D.C. for an interview. I think you might be forgetting that I have a job that, God forbid, doesn't require me to sit behind a desk for eight hours straight. I planned on taking you to that restaurant, by the way. Since I got this job, you have known that it occasionally requires travel. So you don't get to act like I'm ‘blowing you off’ when you know exactly what I do for a living. I also told you that I was going to D.C., and I know I told you because I copy and pasted that text and sent it to Rebecca-,”

“Rebecca who's in Iceland right now.”

“I don't think it matters where she is. If you're breaking up with me because I have a great job, then you can leave. I'm not going to be in a relationship with someone who isn't supportive of me and then tries to act like I'm the problem. I’ll let you know when you can pick up your stuff.”

All Tyler did in response was nod his head and leave silently. Once the door to the apartment shut, you locked it before pouring yourself a glass of wine and going to your room with your laptop. You didn't really start to cry until you called Danielle and told her about it.

“Tomorrow is one of your work-from-home days, right?” She asked.

“Yeah,” you managed to say through the sobs.

“Consider going to that little cafe and doing your work there. The change of scenery might help you feel better.”

“Okay. Well now that I feel like I’ve cried what is essentially my body weight in tears, I think I'm gonna go to bed. Or at least try to.”

Danielle let out a quiet chuckle before you exchanged goodbyes and hung up the phone. You ended up taking her advice, and it helped get your mind off of things.

It became your new “thing”, actually. It wasn't like being at the apartment on your work-from-home days was boring, but you enjoyed the environment at the cafe. Rebecca came back from Iceland about a week and a half after the breakup, and you waited a day or two before actually telling her what happened.

“That’s so ridiculous. His place isn’t even that far away! I’m so sorry. If he wanted to make it work, he would. He’s probably just jealous that you’re writing for The Times and not living in your parent’s basement.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the statement. She was right. Finding affordable housing in the city was difficult, but Tyler had a well-paying job. Maybe not well enough to live completely on his own, but well enough to move out. You had once thought about asking if he wanted to move in with you and Rebecca, but that was clearly not an option anymore.

“You don’t happen to have to work on Saturday, do you?” You asked.

“No, why?”

“I need him to come and get his stuff but I either can’t be here or I can’t be here alone when he comes by. I haven’t talked to him, but it’s not like I really want to, either.”

“I’d be happy to give him his stuff. That and then some. I kinda want to slash his tires if I’m honest.”

“That’s… Completely fair. A little irrational, but fair,” you said.

The following day was particularly gloomy. The rain had been on and off all night, with a few particularly loud rumbles of thunder waking you up. You walked into the cafe and ordered your usual before sitting down and getting to work. There were a few articles to edit and a bunch of emails to respond to. Emails that, had your boss been any different, would’ve been pointless meetings with a bunch of interns around the coffee machines. Even though you always sat facing the door, it was hard to make you lose focus. Until two guys in flannels and cowboy hats walked in. At first, you thought that you had somehow managed to drink way too much caffeine. The texts that you sent to Danielle and Rebecca didn’t help, either. Neither of them believed you until you snuck a picture of them waiting in line to order.

“Excuse me, miss? Uh, can I ask you a quick question?” One of them asked. You nodded your head and put your phone face down on the table.

“Yeah, sure,” you said.

“I’m here with my brother and we uh, we’ve never been here before. Can I ask what you’re drinking? I’m Rhett, by the way.”

You could tell that he was from out of state. None of the New York guys that you had met were ever this nice, even if it was to ask what your drink was.

“Well, Rhett, it’s a chai latte with a shot of raspberry. I gotta warn you, though. If you don’t like sweet things, you won’t like this. It’s also not as caffeinated as coffee. Where are you from if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, I’m from a small town in Wyoming. You’ve probably never heard of it, and please don’t laugh, but it’s called Wabang. I know.”

“That’s really funny. What brings you to New York?”

“One of my friends is getting married at the end of the week.”

“Oh, nice! Hey, I would love to sit and chat but it looks like your brother is getting antsy over there. Um, I can give you my number if you want?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Rhett handed you his phone and you quickly typed in your name and number. Your phone chimed while you got back to work. It was a text from Rhett to make sure that you had his number. You were surprised when he and his brother started walking over to your table with their drinks in hand.

“This seat taken?” He asked.

“No,” you said with a chuckle. Both of them sat in front of you and Rhett introduced you to his brother, Perry.

“So, what did you get to drink?” You asked Rhett.

“Uh, the chai with the raspberry. You have great taste, this is really good.”

“I’m glad that you like it. When’s the wedding?”

“Friday. We leave on Sunday, though.”

You smiled and nodded your head. This might be a bad idea. Actually, probably one of the worst ideas. His brother is right there! You’ve known him for twenty minutes! This could be an episode of Criminal Minds just waiting to happen.

“Would you maybe want to hang out on Saturday?” You asked. Rhett’s eyes widened and he quickly exchanged glances with Perry.

“Uh, yeah, sure. We’re gonna have to go in a few minutes but I’ll text you.”

You tried to suppress a giggle as you continued to talk to Rhett and Perry, and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once they left, you ordered a few pastries before getting your stuff and going back to your apartment. The day instantly felt brighter, and you were able to get the rest of your work done on the couch. Rebecca came home while you were watching an early season of Grey’s Anatomy, and you paused it before getting up and squealing.

“I’m guessing you talked to at least one of the cafe cowboys,” she said.

“Yes! His name is Rhett and he’s really cute. His brother was the other cowboy and he seemed nice, but I might’ve done something stupid.”

“Oh God, what did you do?”

“I kind of asked him out. We’re gonna get something figured out for Saturday, but I’m not even sure if it’s really a date. His brother was right there and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had a girlfriend in Wyoming.”

“Oh, so he’s a cowboy cowboy. Danielle and I thought that he was just some random guy in a costume.”

You laughed before heading to your room to plug in your phone and laptop. When you weren’t doing something important, you were texting Rhett. It was kind of surprising to you, considering that you had just met and you hadn’t really texted anyone for this long. You probably would’ve stayed up all night texting him if it wasn’t for the fact that you had to be in the office early the next morning.

It was one of the rare nights since the breakup that you were actually able to get to sleep peacefully.

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