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The One With The Fertility Field (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhett decide to have some fun in the back field but you have no idea that it's been the Abbott family fuck spot for generations
Warnings: Smut, implied smut, several generations of fucking, trying for a kid, pet discipline etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @sebsxphia
You moaned loudly as Rhett thrust himself in and out of you, attacking your neck, his animalistic grunting and groaning obscene as it married together with your own noises.
"C'mon baby," he growled. "C'mon I know you've got it in ya, c'mon and cum for daddy!"
His big hands pawed along your thighs and with one more thrust, you both released onto and into each other, panting and out of breath as you came to rest, one on top of the other.
"Holy fuck," Rhett panted. "You're amazing baby."
You giggled a little as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you rest against him.
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Cecelia quietly sang along to "Mule Skinner Blues" as it played from the little bluetooth speaker on the counter near the coffee machine. Dinner prep may not have been hers or anyone's favorite part of the day, but at least she had some time to herself and could enjoy most of the peace and quiet before everyone came in for the night.
The peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the opening of a door and the sudden barking of a small dog in the living room. "Hey!" Cecelia shouted. "Shut the fuck up Alberto! You're ok."
Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog leapt from the couch to go and beg for scritches from Royal who hung his hat on the hook and kicked off his boots near the rack.
"Somethin smells pretty good sugar bear," he remarked, Alberto's barking having reached fever pitch.
"Here," Cecelia said, handing him the cardboard paper towel roll. "Use this if you need to."
Luckily, Royal only had to snap his fingers and the little dog sat right down, his little batlike ears pricking straight up and his tail thumping on the floor. "Quit bein a little turd Alberto, nobody wants to hear it," Royal told him.
Alberto yawned and followed him into the kitchen, hopping up onto one of the seats as Royal wrapped his arms around Cecelia and kissed her cheek. "Any idea where (y/n) and Rhett are at?" he asked.
"Nope," Cecelia answered. "Last I heard they were goin for a ride into town and haven't seen head or tail of'em since."
With those last words, the door creaked open and shut once again, Alberto's barking starting again. "Alberto! For shit's sake, knock it off!" Rhett ordered. "I will stick ya'll downstairs so fuckin fast......!"
Alberto finally quit his yapping when you came over to give him scritches behind the ears. You went upstirs to wash up for dinner, hobbling and limping just a little bit, the same going for Rhett.
"You two ok?" Cecelia asked, trying to hide the smile that threatened to crawl across her face.
"M'fine, Ma," Rhett answered. "Why?"
"Well for one thing you and (y/n) were walkin a little funny."
"Walked into a fencepost in the back field Ma," Rhett told her.
"Sure ya did," Royal chuckled as he stirred the pot of meatballs simmering in the marinara sauce. "There ain't no fence near there and hasn't been since the day your Ma and I moved here."
"Wait, which field?" Cecelia asked Rhett.
"Um......the back one near the river towards the north pasture," Rhett answered hesitantly.
Cecelia's eyes went wide and Royal started laughing. "Oh my God," he laughed. "No way, ain't no fuckin way ya'll walked into a fencepost."
"Dad what the hell's so funny?" Rhett asked him.
"Rhett that field was the same field your Ma and I did the nasty in when we were tryin to have you?"
"OH MY GOD!!! DAD WHY??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS???!!!!!" Rhett blurted out.
"I'm tellin ya because that's where at least four generations of Abbotts were conceived," Royal told him. "Including you and Perry."
"Perry wasn't conceived there," Cecelia reminded him.
"He wasn't?" Royal asked.
"Nah, Perry was conceived in the back seat of your '76 Firebird," Cecelia told him. "I remember because that was the night we went to the drive-in to see 'Conan The Barbarian.'"
"Oh fucking damnit," Rhett said, making a gagging noise.
"What's going on down here?" you asked. "Did I miss something."
"Nope, nope, change of subject," Rhett answered.
"Oh we were just tellin Rhett that ya'll might've stumbled on mine and Royal's favorite fuck spot," Cecelia answered.
You shrieked a little, laughing at the traumatized and exasperated look on your husband's face. The four of you had a good laugh about it over dinner, not daring to say a word in front of Amy lest she repeat it outside of the house.
Yet Royal and Cecelia hadn't been wrong when they had said that a little adventure in the so called "fertility field" would work, for a few days later, you and Rhett were all too happy to find out that Amy would be the proudest big sister in Wabang.
#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#amy abbott#royal abbott#cecelia abbott#royal x cecelia abbott#outer range
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I lost my home recently. I can't get it back. It took climbing a mountain for me to realize this. But, you were right. I came to Everwood and I'm just coasting. I haven't made anything for myself here, except you. You're what makes this home for me.
Amy Abbott and Ephram Brown
in Everwood (2002-2006)
#everwood#everwoodedit#amy abbott#ephram brown#ephramy#ephramyedit#ephram x amy#gifs*#amysabbott#been thinking about them a lot lately and just GOD i love them#one of the best most underrated ships ever
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Me seeing the Outer Range season 2 trailer
#outer range#lewis pullman#rhett abbott#royal abbott#amy abbott#billy tillerson#luke tillerson#outer range season 2#this is my dog benjen
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A Place Like This [Masterlist] — Full length series
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]
Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?
Status: Series is ongoing!
Overview:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Dream cast moodboard
#rhett abbott x oc#rhett abbott#rhett abbot x reader#outer range#perry abbott#amy abbott#lewis pullman#series
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EPHRAM BROWN & AMY ABBOTT
↳ Everwood (2002-2006)
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just tell me you love me, cause that’s all i need to hear (chapter 1)
pairing: rhett abbott x oc
word count: 2520
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42427557/chapters/106814451
girl meets boy, girl falls for boy. boy falls for girl?
prologue
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“rhett.” i said, nudging the pile of alcohol poisoning with my knee. “get up.”
“5 minutes.” he complained into his pillow. “that’s all i need.”
“you said that.” i paused, checking the time on my phone. “5 minutes ago.”
“whatever.” he droned, slowly rising from the hole he’d created for himself in his drunken state. rhett looked down and noticed the dried vomit staining his collar and pulled his black shirt over his head with ease. my eyes darted to the bull rider tattooed on the right side of torso, the tail of the bull pointing towards his armpit, a faint red blur surrounding it. i would be lying if i said i didn’t care, i always did. every new girl rhett entertained was like another knife through my heart, another reminder that the boy i’d been pining after from the sidelines would never be mine. i was always watching him from the stands, observing everything about him, but never being the girl he kissed after he set another rodeo record.
in a room full of people, my eyes would always be drawn to him. to his almost mullet that perry and i teased him for everyday, or his cowboy hat that he’d worn every day for the last decade. but he didn’t think the same about me. in a room full of people, his eyes would be drawn to the prettiest girl. i was at peace with that, after a decade of unrequited love you get used to it. i knew that every interaction between us was strictly platonic, and i knew that it would stay that way.
“the more time you take getting dressed it less time you have to eat.” i said, turning away from him and walking towards the door. “we leave for church in 20 minutes.”
“you don't even believe in god!” he half-yelled as i exited the room. i didn’t have to turn around to know that he was thinking up a million different childish insults. when he’d finally decided he shot an “ass-kisser…” at the back of my head.
“i know you are but what am i” i quipped back, flashing him the middle finger before turning the corner and descending the stairs.
i wouldn’t call our relationship complicated, it was actually very simple. it was like we’d known each other for forever, even though we’d only met almost a decade ago. we were like childhood friends, with all the cheesy cliches. if my life was a movie he was the boy nextdoor and i was the lovesick girl.
but this wasn’t a rom-com, this was real life.
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sundays were the laziest days on the abbott ranch. the only requirement was that you were downstairs ready for church at 10, and at the dinner table by 6. everything else was free game.
the mornings were always the busiest. cecilia was tearing through the kitchen like a tornado, preparing breakfast for everyone. it was the one day a week she would always cook. eggs, bacon, pancakes, everything under the sun. in recent years she’d increased the number of carb-y dishes she made. it was no secret that rhett spent his saturday nights drinking his liver to death, so the pancakes and bagels were meant to soak up the leftover alcohol in his stomach, a creative approach to sobering him up before church.
bounding into the kitchen i noticed amy first, sitting in her chair on the end of the table closest to the phone and leaned down to lift her over my shoulder. moving to the living room and spinning in a circle. “hazel dawson you better not damage my furniture!” a voice from the kitchen shouted.
“i would never!” i shouted back, letting amy down. she immediately darted towards her uncle who had just descended the final stair into the foyer. walking back into the kitchen and taking a seat. “good morning cecilia.”
“mornin.” she replied, briefly turning from the bacon on the stove to meet my eyes. “i expect you got rhett out of bed?”
“yes ma’am.”
“no mystery girls?”
“no ma’am.” i replied, trying my best to not let a smile break my face. i wasn’t prepared for anyone to catch onto my feelings for rhett, especially his mother. it wasn’t that i was worried she wouldn’t approve of me, i knew she would. it was the itching feeling that if i told anyone what i thought about him, he would somehow find out. keeping the love i had for him secret burned a hole in my heart, but i knew it was for the better. i couldn’t risk ruining what we had and i would rather suffer in silence than lose a friend.
rhett and amy arrived in the kitchen not long after me, amy taking her seat across from me and rhett taking his next to mine.
“rhett you smell like a distillery.” perry said, choking on his coffee.
“and you smell like the girl from the pharmacy.” amy added, not looking up from the plate of eggs and bacon cecilia had just handed her.
“vivian mansfield are you serious?” i said, slapping rhett’s arm. earning an “ow” from him.
“what?” he complained. “it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
“rhett abbott i will not have you talking about the girls you proposition.” cecilia interjected, dropping a place of pancakes in front of him. “especially on the lords day. now eat, we need to leave soon.” the conversation quickly readjusted itself. small talk ensued for the next 10 minutes until royal came tumbling into the kitchen through the back door.
“y’all hear that?” he asked, a confused look on his face. almost as if he’d just seen an alien.
“hear what?” cecilia asked.
“that noise.”
“i’ve got nothing.” perry said, rising from his seat and placing his plate in the sink. the rest of us following suit.
royal stood there like a deer in headlights, his face completely blank.
“what are you still doing standing there?” cecilia questioned, staring directly at royal. “we leave for church in 5 minutes.”
“church?” royal asked. “it’s only 9.”
“check your watch grandpa.” amy said, pointing to the clock on the wall. “you're an hour late.”
royal muttered a string of curses under his breath, earning a stern look from his wife and a concerned look from me. punctuality was a big thing for royal. in his eyes, being early was on time and being on time was late. what is going on with him, i thought. ultimately deciding to ask him later, when he wasn’t so out of it.
“abbotts in cars lets go lets go lets go.” cecilia exclaimed, pulling me out of my thoughts, and gesturing us towards the front door.
of the 6 of us, there were 4 trucks. royal’s, rhett’s, perry’s, and mine. rhett’s had been purchased with help from his father, and his bull riding prize money, as a gift for his seventeenth birthday. in recent years perry and i had nicknamed it the “fuck-mobile”, the name was self explanatory. everyone usually avoided sitting in his car, worried about sitting on a unholy stain or or accidentally touching a used condom. but hey, at least he was being safe.
all of the trucks were three seaters, so we usually traveled in 3 cars. royal and cecilia in one, perry and amy (and occasionally rhett) in another, and me and rhett in mine. today rhett decided to hitch a ride with me, saying something about how he was too hungover to listen to amy's upbeat songs. whatever the reason, who was i to complain?
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the car ride was silent for the most part, mostly because of rhett’s raging hangover and my brain being caught between worrying about whatever was going on with royal this morning and being extremely jealous of vivian.
vivian mansfield, compared to me, was perfect. it made sense that rhett would choose her, even if it was just for the night. i wanted her long blonde hair and her virtually perfect hands. they hadn’t been worn down by years work on the ranch, she had the type of hands that look good tangled in someones hair, intertwined with someones fingers.
when i was younger i would lie awake at night wondering what rhett liked about the girls he got with. wondering if i could dye my hair to look like theirs, or dress more like them. i would imagine that i was one of the girls he would drive around with, dream that i was the girl he would kiss. i would come up with elaborate scenarios whenever i got a chance to daydream. thinking of a future where we would grow old together, and shamelessly also imagining elaborate scenarios where he would have me in his truck.
rhett abbott was the only boy i would consider having car sex with.
“so.” i said, taking one of my hands off the wheel to begin picking at my cuticles. “you excited to ride tonight?”
“pretty nervous actually.” he said. “if i don’t win i don’t go to counties.”
“pressures on.” i joked, managing to pull a brief chuckle out of him. “you’ll be fine.”
“i know i will as long as i’ve got you, i mean y’all cheering me on from the stands.” he replies, catching himself after the ‘you’. almost like the two sides of his brain were at war. the wishful side wanting to push through and the logical side keeping it in check.
rhett was a logical man. like his father he was no nonsense, he didn’t get caught up in what ifs he simply went with what he had. if he didn’t place in a competition it was never, “what if i didn’t do xyz right.” it was always, “i had a bad riding day” or “it was a bad bull”. after rebecca there was a shift in his thinking, he stayed level headed but the wishful side of his brain grew. it pushed harder and went from being a minor inconvenience to something like a devil on his shoulder.
rhett abbott had become plagued with anxiety.
he would never admit it, of course. but it was true.
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right column, back row, 2 chairs on the end.
every sunday royal and i sat there for an hour exactly, enduring the service and wishing for it to be over faster. we were the only non-religious people there but we were respectful. we stood when they stood, lowered our heads when they did, shook hands whenever an arm was extended to us, and placed money in the collection bin when it eventually made its way to our distant corner. i was by no means evangelical, but there were times where i wished i was. times when i wanted to believe that there was a reason i was struggling. i thought that believing in a higher power controlling what happens to me would make everything make sense. make me feel better about my suffering because it was all apart of “god’s plan”.
“until we meet again, i want all of y’all to tap into your heart. let your instinct lead the way, go with the flow.” the pastor said, concluding the service. prompting royal and i rise, and wave quickly at the rest of the abbotts before heading towards the door.
“so,” i said, tapping the toe of my shoe against my heel. a bad habit i’d picked up when i arrived in wyoming. “what was up with you this morning.”
“nothing.” royal said, keeping his head straight and walking faster towards the truck.
“that’s bullshit and you know it.” i exclaimed, rushing forward and turning around so i could face him. “tell me what’s going on i want to help.”
“it’s nothing right now, just had a bad feeling.” he replied, waving me off and lowering the tailgate door. “you ready for the rodeo tonight?”
“i guess.” i muttered, kicking at the dirt behind the wheel. “not really in the mood today.”
“c’mon, you love the rodeo.”
“yeah, guess i’m just out of it.”
my feelings for rhett were the only thing i kept secret from royal. there was no way in hell i was gonna tell him i had a childish crush on his youngest son.
he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug.
“you know you’re just like your mom.” he said.
“yeah.” i replied, a smile forming at the corners of my mouth. “d’you think cecilia will mind if i leave early? i’ve got a couple errands to run.”
“you should be fine, just be at the rodeo in time for rhett’s ride.” royal said as i slid off the truck bed.
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i lied; i didn’t have an errand to run. but i needed to get out of there.
lately being around rhett was suffocating- like i was 17 again, watching him fall in love with maria olivares- and i just couldn’t handle it.
my feelings fluctuated. there were times when i could function as a normal person, when everything was normal. and there were times when all i could handle was my daily chores. times when it felt like i was being crushed by the weight of every inconvenience piling up. it was an indescribable feeling, constantly changing. always unpredictable. highs and lows coming and going at a moments notice.
i pulled into a parking spot on main, in front of the handsome gambler, pausing for a moment before getting out of the car. the skin around my nails were bloody and raw. fuck, i thought. mentally berating myself for bringing back the destructive habit. the bar was dark, and depressing, but hey; what else was i gonna do on a sunday? drinking away my feelings was an excellent idea.
“can i get a beer?” i asked, sliding into the stool farthest from the door. not bothering to look up at the bartender.
“day drinking?” a voice to my right questioned. “it’s only 1pm.”
“yeah well i’ve had a rough morning.” i sighed out, turning my head to catch a glance at the mystery man. “and i don’t think you’re in a position to judge.”
“and why’s that?” he asked.
“because you’re also day drinking.”
“i guess the pot’s calling the kettle black.”
“y’know i’m supposed to be the one saying that, right?”
“tomato, tomato.” he joked, handing the bartender some cash. “let me pay for your drink.”
“take a girl out first.”
“maybe i will. you free on thursday?”
“i don’t even know your name and you think i’ll go out with you?” i teased.
“adrian.” he said, extending his hand and initiating a handshake.
“well, adrian.” i said, pausing before saying his name. “it’s your lucky day. i’m very very free on thursday.”
“how about the movies? they’re showing footloose at 8.”
“sounds like a plan.” i giggled, taking a second to stare at him. he was no rhett abbott but boy was he good looking.
and after the years of bad luck i’d had looming over my love life like a storm cloud, who was i to turn down a date?
#outer range#rhett abbott#outer range fanfic#rhett abbott fanfic#rhett abbott x oc#royal abbott#cecilia abbott#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott x you#rhett abbott x y/n#perry abbott#amy abbott#luke tillerson#trevor tillerson#billy tillerson
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Is it my turn yet?
EVERWOOD 4.22 | FOREVERWOOD PART 2
#everwood#everwoodedit#4x22#ephram brown#amy abbott#ephram x amy#ephramy#ephramyedit#emily vancamp#emilyvancampedit#evancampedit#gregory smith#otp: you're my one#tvedit#tvgifs#usertelevision#otpsource#mine*#his hand in the first gifdjskdjsk#relax bro nobody’s taking it from you
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"Why is y/n walking funny?" #IFellOffMyHorse Saga
God this could go one of two ways.
Either Perry becomes a smart ass and says “She tried to ride a Bull” and Rhett just responds with “she rode something”
Or
Embarrassment courses through Rhett and Y/N’s veins and they panics not knowing what to say
But either way poor Cecilia just shakes her head and tells Amy to finish her food and mumbles to herself “just one dinner….one…”
EDIT: #IFellOffMyHorse is in full swing
#rhett abbott outer range#lewis pullman outer range#outer range#outer range x reader#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott#lewis pullman imagine#lewis pullman x reader#lewis pullman#perry abbott#cecilia abbott#amy abbott#I fell off my horse
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A Cowboy By Any Other Name (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: Even in adulthood, Rhett still has the most adorable nickname you've ever heard
Warnings: Mentions of adoptions, plans to start a family etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe
It was one of those Sunday mornings in early spring where you and Rhett had slept deeply, exhausted from the night before and too tired to have switched into your pjs. Amy had crawled in between you, snuggled in the curve of Rhett's elbow with her little Tiger Lily ragdoll Wes and Nora had made for her. The sun had come streaming through the windows of your shared bedroom, shining right onto your faces as Rhett's eyes fluttered open.
He kissed Amy's head before tossing aside the covers to get up, coming over to kiss you before heading downstairs, drawn in by the smell of Cecelia making breakfast for everybody and the hot coffee percolating into the pot.
"Ah first one up I see," she chuckled.
"M'still fuckin tired Ma," Rhett groaned before kissing his mother on the cheek.
"Long night?"
"Like ya'll wouldn't believe," Rhett answered. "First classes and then a ride after."
"Tell me that was your last one."
"Last one, for good this time," Rhett told her. "I ain't gettin banged up anymore."
"Well, I'm glad ya'll did," Cecelia said, cracking a few eggs in the cast iron pan. "Amy needs you and so doesn't (y/n)."
Rhett knew she was right. Amy was still little and desperately needed him around and although you were fairly independent, you needed Rhett just as badly as he needed you. The last time he had gotten banged up from a bull ride had been the week before Amy was born, landing him in the hospital for a week only to return home with his arm in a sling and heavy duty meds for the days after. Thank God he had gotten the woodworking teacher job at the Amelia County Steiner School when he did. It had been a literal lifesaver.
Rhett poured himself some of the fresh steaming coffee into his mug with a little milk from the fridge before you had come downstairs, still heavy headed and groggy.
"Why don't ya'll go back to bed?" Rhett chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Didn't wanna sleep so late," you yawned.
"Sorry to tell you Grumpy," Cecelia said. "But it looks like ya'll are gonna be sharing that coffee."
"Grumpy?" you laughed.
"Rhett bit his lip. "My um.......my nickname."
"Oh my God!" you exclaimed. "That's adorable, how did that one stick?"
"When Rhett was a baby, he'd get all pouty and bore an odd resemblance to Grumpy in Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs," Cecelia explained.
"Aw c'mon Ma," Rhett groaned.
"Oh my God I need to see this!" you said excitedly.
"Oh hold on one sec honey," your mother-in-law laughed.
You and Cecelia went to the credenza in the dining room where she kept all the family photo albums, pulling out a picture of Rhett at three years old with a pouty look on his face.
"Ma what the hell?!" Rhett blurted out.
"Awww look at you and your cute little pouty face," you teased.
Rhett tried to swipe the picture out of your hand but to no avail. When his father came into the dining room, it got ten times worse.
"Hey sugar pea!" Royal called, "Ya'll seen my watch?"
"Fell off the nightstand again," Cecelia answered, holding it up for him.
"Thanks honey," Royal said before he kissed her. "Oh......oh hey now, got the pics?"
"Yeah and I found one of Grumpy with his little pouty face," Cecelia laughed.
"Oh look here's a good one," Royal said as a shit eating grin crawled across his face. "Remember this?"
A laugh escaped your throat as Rhett turned redder than a freshly pulled beet.
"Oh my God I remember that one!" Cecelia exclaimed. "Rhett couldn't have been more than a year old and he went runnin naked through the backyard sprinkler."
"Full moon too!" you blurted out. "You had the cutest lil baby butt ever!"
"DAD PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME!!!"
Royal quickly handed off the photo to you before you bolted up the stairs with Rhett hot at your heels, the two of you laughing as he chased you down, pinning you against the wall outside his parents' bedroom.
"You do know Amy's still asleep," you informed him.
"Then gimme the pics."
You two laughed and giggled before Rhett leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around him before kissing him again.
"Love you sweetheart," he mumbled.
"Love you too Grumpy," you chuckled.
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EMILY VANCAMP as AMY ABBOTT
Everwood (2002-2006)
#amy abbott#everwood#everwoodedit#amyabbottedit#emily vancamp#teendramaedit#televisionedit#gifs*#she's just so pretty#have been thinking a lot abt everwood lately and subsequently about her#i miss her
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A Place Like This [Rhett Abbot x OC]
Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]
WC: 1.5K
Warning: Cursing, implied smut
“They sure don’t grow them like that around here.”
Rhett turned in the direction that Larry the mailman was staring. When he caught his first glimpse of you, he couldn’t look away. You were all consuming to him.
His ice blue eyes zeroed in on your patent black stilettos, far too impractical for a town like Wabang. They traveled up your bare legs to the hem of your tight black dress, across to the modest neckline and short sleeves.
You were an outsider, and you weren’t even trying to hide it. Rhett subconsciously tried to brush dirt from his hands using the rough material of his jeans, but he knew that he would never get rid of it. The dirt, this place, was a part of him. Whether he liked it or not.
But it was your face that stopped him dead in his tracks, one cowboy boot literally glued to the uneven pavement. His fingers twitched at his side when he saw you straighten up from a bent position where you had been fiddling with folders in a leather tote bag, shiny black hair snapping back in a wave over your shoulder as you stood, bright white smile flashing at a man who greeted you as he passed.
Part of Rhett had expected you to turn your nose up at the locals. You were obviously a city girl. He couldn’t comprehend why someone as beautiful and confident as you would ever step foot in Wabang, but Thank God you had, he thought.
So when you held open a door to the bank for an older couple, his heart soared in his chest. If you had been rude or unkind, he might have been able to forget about you. But you hadn’t. You held the door and smiled and watched them walk slowly to their car with a lopsided smile spread across your face.
He hadn’t even said a word to you, but he was a goner. Larry saw it immediately in the desperate, lovesick way he gazed at you.
“Better mark your territory fast, son,” Larry said, slinging his worn blue bag over his shoulder and tipping his hat as he slowly got into his truck. “Girl like that isn’t going to last long in a place like this. For one reason or another.”
Rhett nodded, swallowing hard on a dry throat. Larry had just spoken into existence what he had known all along. A woman like you wasn’t made for a life like this. Someone as beautiful and extraordinary as you would never be happy in a town like Wabang.
With someone as simple as Rhett Abbott.
But just as he was about to walk toward the bank where you had disappeared inside, shoot his shot because fuck it what did he have to lose anyway, Amy grabbed his hand. “Uncle Rhett?” she asked, looking up at him. “Can we go?”
He had forgotten that Amy was in the pharmacy picking up a prescription for Perry. He was too distracted by fantasies of how he would approach you to realize his niece was tugging on his arm.
“Yeah, bubs,” he said softly, leading her down the street toward his truck, past the bank. He peered inside and saw you laughing with one of the tellers, your slim hands flat against the countertop, leaning forward to take some of the weight off of your heels. “Let’s go home. Ma’s got dinner waiting.”
***
You were the reason Rhett drove into town the next three nights after dinner and set up camp on a barstool at the Handsome Gambler.
So when you walked in on the third night, despite your presence being his intention all along, Rhett almost choked on his beer.
You strolled in and took a look around before settling onto a stool at the far end. It was a weeknight and business was slow. Tom the bartender took your order immediately, and when you wrapped your lips around the straw of the drink you peered around, locking eyes with Rhett. He gave you a shy smile, lips curled up without showing teeth, and you grinned back. He took that as an invitation to join you, grabbing his beer and making his way slowly to your end of the bar before sliding onto the adjacent stool.
“Hey there,” he said, his deep voice low and gravely.
“Hi,” you whispered back, finger toying with the straw in your drink.
“What’re you drinking?”
You squinted, looking down at the glass and then back up at him. “Gin and tonic.”
He nodded, mulling that information over in his mind, tucking it away for later, and you crossed your legs, causing Rhett’s eyeline to dip down to your lower half. The sight of your smooth legs in those sky high heels made him stir in his jeans, and he silently adjusted himself.
“I’m Julia,” you said softly.
“Rhett Abbott,” he replied instantly, and the roughness of his voice made your pelvis ache. He had clear blue eyes that when they met yours felt like he’d never tear them away. His gaze was so intense it made you want to melt into a puddle near his boot-laden feet.
“So, Rhett Abbott,” you murmured. “You from around here?”
He nodded, a small curl of dark blond hair falling into his eye and he brushed it away with one hand.
“What do you do for a living, Rhett?”
His lips curled up in a smile and he leaned one flannel-clad arm against the counter. “I’m a bull rider, ma’am.”
“Ma’am,” you nearly choked on your drink. “How old do you think I am?”
He blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You leaned forward, resting one elbow on the wooden bar. “So how did you mean it?”
Rhett shook his head, choosing not to answer your question. “Where are you from, darlin’?”
“Chicago.”
You watched the confusion run across his face. “Chicago. That’s a long way away. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here, of all places?”
Leaning forward you took the last few sips of your drink and motioned for a second with the bartender, who nodded. “Business.”
“What kind of business?” Perhaps he didn’t notice that he had shifted until his denim-clad thigh was pressed against your bare calf. But it was all you could focus on. The rough texture of his pants against your smooth leg and how you could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
“M&A.”
He squinted, frown lines crinkling his forehead and the corners of his eyes. He was fucking beautiful, in the most natural way you had ever experienced. Tiny, button note, rippling muscles of his biceps, the smooth lines of his legs.
“Mergers and acquisitions,” you explained and he nodded, but you could see he was still trying to connect the dots. “I’m part of a restructuring team. Our clients come in, ask us to evaluate whether or not it’s financially worth buying a business. It’s my job to make a recommendation.”
Rhett’s eyes widened. “Well shit,” he murmured after a few seconds. The bartender dropped off your second drink and you smiled up at him.
“It’s just a different kind of bull,” you said softly and Rhett laughed, a low chuckle that you felt reverberating in your own chest. His hands were tanned and slightly dirty as he gripped his beer glass, taking a long sip.
“How long are you in town?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Not sure yet. Depends on how long this takes. Could be days, could be months.”
Rhett wanted to reach out and run his coarse hands across your smooth taupe skin. If he was being honest, he wanted to know what you felt like pressed against his chest, your lips tattooed on his. He wanted to know what it would be like to hear you moan his name in his ear. “So I might see you again?” he asked quietly.
You opened your purse, pulling out two twenties and laying them down on the bar next to your drink before standing and smoothing your dress. Rhett’s eyes followed you as you inched close, leaning into his ear. “I hope so.”
Your lips were so close to him that the hair around his ears fluttered from the wind leaving your mouth. Rhett had never felt such longing as he did in that moment.
As you stepped toward the door, fingertips on the handle, Rhett called out to you. “What business did you say you were evaluating?”
“I didn’t.”
He rubbed one open palm against the leg of his jeans. “OK then, guess I’ll ask. What business are you here to potentially buy?”
You tugged open the door, the cool Wyoming air filling your lungs. “The town. The whole damn thing.”
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A universe where the Abbotts just get to be happy
#Outer Range#outer range spoilers#Royal Abbott#Amy abbott#Rhett abbott#Cecilia abbott#Perry Abbott#desperate for the originals of Amy and Royal at the movies- there’s also Perry and Amy inside the theater- but I can’t find them#olive has them on a story post on her Instagram but they’re low quality and written over
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A Place Like This [Rhett Abbott x OC]
Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]
WC: 1.5K
Warning: Cursing, implied smut
Series masterlist here
“They sure don’t grow them like that around here.”
Rhett turned in the direction that Larry the mailman was staring. When he caught his first glimpse of you, he couldn’t look away. You were all consuming to him.
His ice blue eyes zeroed in on your patent black stilettos, far too impractical for a town like Wabang. They traveled up your bare legs to the hem of your tight black dress, across to the modest neckline and short sleeves.
You were an outsider, and you weren’t even trying to hide it. Rhett subconsciously tried to brush dirt from his hands using the rough material of his jeans, but he knew that he would never get rid of it. The dirt, this place, was a part of him. Whether he liked it or not.
But it was your face that stopped him dead in his tracks, one cowboy boot literally glued to the uneven pavement. His fingers twitched at his side when he saw you straighten up from a bent position where you had been fiddling with folders in a leather tote bag, shiny black hair snapping back in a wave over your shoulder as you stood, bright white smile flashing at a man who greeted you as he passed.
Part of Rhett had expected you to turn your nose up at the locals. You were obviously a city girl. He couldn’t comprehend why someone as beautiful and confident as you would ever step foot in Wabang, but Thank God you had, he thought.
So when you held open a door to the bank for an older couple, his heart soared in his chest. If you had been rude or unkind, he might have been able to forget about you. But you hadn’t. You held the door and smiled and watched them walk slowly to their car with a lopsided smile spread across your face.
He hadn’t even said a word to you, but he was a goner. Larry saw it immediately in the desperate, lovesick way he gazed at you.
“Better mark your territory fast, son,” Larry said, slinging his worn blue bag over his shoulder and tipping his hat as he slowly got into his truck. “Girl like that isn’t going to last long in a place like this. For one reason or another.”
Rhett nodded, swallowing hard on a dry throat. Larry had just spoken into existence what he had known all along. A woman like you wasn’t made for a life like this. Someone as beautiful and extraordinary as you would never be happy in a town like Wabang.
With someone as simple as Rhett Abbott.
But just as he was about to walk toward the bank where you had disappeared inside, shoot his shot because fuck it what did he have to lose anyway, Amy grabbed his hand.
“Uncle Rhett?” she asked, looking up at him. “Can we go?”
He had forgotten that Amy was in the pharmacy picking up a prescription for Perry. He was too distracted by fantasies of how he would approach you to realize his niece was tugging on his arm.
“Yeah, bubs,” he said softly, leading her down the street toward his truck, past the bank. He peered inside and saw you laughing with one of the tellers, your slim hands flat against the countertop, leaning forward to take some of the weight off of your heels. “Let’s go home. Ma’s got dinner waiting.”
***
You were the reason Rhett drove into town the next three nights after dinner and set up camp on a barstool at the Handsome Gambler.
So when you walked in on the third night, despite your presence being his intention all along, Rhett almost choked on his beer.
You strolled in and took a look around before settling onto a stool at the far end. It was a weeknight and business was slow. Tom the bartender took your order immediately, and when you wrapped your lips around the straw of the drink you peered around, locking eyes with Rhett. He gave you a shy smile, lips curled up without showing teeth, and you grinned back. He took that as an invitation to join you, grabbing his beer and making his way slowly to your end of the bar before sliding onto the adjacent stool.
“Hey there,” he said, his deep voice low and gravely.
“Hi,” you whispered back, finger toying with the straw in your drink.
“What’re you drinking?”
You squinted, looking down at the glass and then back up at him. “Gin and tonic.”
He nodded, mulling that information over in his mind, tucking it away for later, and you crossed your legs, causing Rhett’s eyeline to dip down to your lower half. The sight of your smooth legs in those sky high heels made him stir in his jeans, and he silently adjusted himself.
“I’m Julia,” you said softly.
“Rhett Abbott,” he replied instantly, and the roughness of his voice made your pelvis ache. He had clear blue eyes that when they met yours felt like he’d never tear them away. His gaze was so intense it made you want to melt into a puddle near his boot-laden feet.
“So, Rhett Abbott,” you murmured. “You from around here?”
He nodded, a small curl of dark blond hair falling into his eye and he brushed it away with one hand.
“What do you do for a living, Rhett?”
His lips curled up in a smile and he leaned one flannel-clad arm against the counter. “I’m a bull rider, ma’am.”
“Ma’am,” you nearly choked on your drink. “How old do you think I am?”
He blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
You leaned forward, resting one elbow on the wooden bar. “So how did you mean it?”
Rhett shook his head, choosing not to answer your question. “Where are you from, darlin’?”
“Chicago.”
You watched the confusion run across his face. “Chicago. That’s a long way away. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here, of all places?”
Leaning forward you took the last few sips of your drink and motioned for a second with the bartender, who nodded. “Business.”
“What kind of business?” Perhaps he didn’t notice that he had shifted until his denim-clad thigh was pressed against your bare calf. But it was all you could focus on. The rough texture of his pants against your smooth leg and how you could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
“M&A.”
He squinted, frown lines crinkling his forehead and the corners of his eyes. He was fucking beautiful, in the most natural way you had ever experienced. Tiny, button note, rippling muscles of his biceps, the smooth lines of his legs.
“Mergers and acquisitions,” you explained and he nodded, but you could see he was still trying to connect the dots. “I’m part of a restructuring team. Our clients come in, ask us to evaluate whether or not it’s financially worth buying a business. It’s my job to make a recommendation.”
Rhett’s eyes widened. “Well shit,” he murmured after a few seconds. The bartender dropped off your second drink and you smiled up at him.
“It’s just a different kind of bull,” you said softly and Rhett laughed, a low chuckle that you felt reverberating in your own chest. His hands were tanned and slightly dirty as he gripped his beer glass, taking a long sip.
“How long are you in town?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Not sure yet. Depends on how long this takes. Could be days, could be months.”
Rhett wanted to reach out and run his coarse hands across your smooth taupe skin. If he was being honest, he wanted to know what you felt like pressed against his chest, your lips tattooed on his. He wanted to know what it would be like to hear you moan his name in his ear. “So I might see you again?” he asked quietly.
You opened your purse, pulling out two twenties and laying them down on the bar next to your drink before standing and smoothing your dress. Rhett’s eyes followed you as you inched close, leaning into his ear. “I hope so.”
Your lips were so close to him that the hair around his ears fluttered from the wind leaving your mouth. Rhett had never felt such longing as he did in that moment.
As you stepped toward the door, fingertips on the handle, Rhett called out to you. “What business did you say you were evaluating?”
“I didn’t.”
He rubbed one open palm against the leg of his jeans. “OK then, guess I’ll ask. What business are you here to potentially buy?”
You tugged open the door, the cool Wyoming air filling your lungs. “The town. The whole damn thing.”
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