#rhett x faith

[bobgasm]

unholy | r.a

pairing: single dad!rhett abbott x ofc!faith jones word count: 7639 warnings: establish relationship, fluff, high school reunion, drinking, mentions of murder/cover up, age gap [23/31] smut, nsfw [18+ only], sex in the chapel, slightly religious undertones, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, rhett has a breeding kink [so does faith], daddy kink, pregnancy kink, bull riding [not rhett], sex in a field, rhett gets choked,

summary: in which rhett’s daughters meddle once again and it sees him and miss faith making an appearance at his high school reunion

author’s note: inspired by unholy by miley cyrus. a huge thank you to my bby morgan (@attapullman) who listened to me rant and rave about these characters and helped me create this cute lil family 🥰

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Rhett had done his best to hide the invitation to his high school reunion, but with a pair of nosey twin daughters and a girlfriend who was just as curious, he wasn’t surprised when they sat him down to question him about it. 

His girlfriend, Faith, was a little more understanding of his reservations. He’d started to build a great life outside of Wabang, and to dig up some of those old memories would be hard. He was still the younger brother of Perry Abbott, the man who’d murdered his wife, and the youngest son of Royal Abbott, who’d helped him cover it up. While he was working on building bridges to accept his family, but also prove he wasn’t like them, to be put in a place where that was all anyone seemed to care about…yeah, he wasn’t excited in the least. 

Still, his daughters persisted. Eventually, they convinced Faith it would be good for them both. Describing exactly what dress she should wear to the gathering, while still in discussion about what Rhett should wear. 

“Amy said it’s all anyone in town is talking about,” TJ gushed, immediately looking at Hannah for confirmation. 

“Don’t you want to see your old friends?” Hannah asked. 

At nine, the twins were relentless. Stubborn just like their father, and passionate for things they cared about. Rhett couldn’t fault it, he really couldn’t. He only had himself to blame. He was kind and loving and patient with them, everything Royal wasn’t. When he was upset, he let his fists do the talking. Rhett made sure he communicated his feelings and that he was never mad or upset with them, that he would always love them.

It was important to him that they knew nothing but adoration and support from their father. That they could talk to him about their feelings and he would do his best to help them find a solution. Even when they were mad at him he would still tell them he loved them and kiss them goodnight. 

“You’ve made some good points, but ultimately I think it’s time we let dad think about it,” Faith stepped in. Rhett cast her a grateful look before smiling at his daughters. 

“You promise to actually think about it?” Hannah stared him down pointedly, hands on her hips. 

“I promise,” he assured her. “Go brush your teeth. I’ll be in t’ check on you both shortly.”

They did as they were asked, leaving Faith to handle the dad situation for them. She’d told them she was only onboard if Rhett was, but they didn’t know she had a little more persuasion than them. Leaning into his side a little more, pressing a kiss to his cheek, a couple days worth of stubble scratching her lips. 

“They know how closed off you used to be. They’ve seen you making progress with the other mom’s and dad’s, and just want to see you take back your life,” she told him softly. 

He rumbled out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “The first two sentences are them. The bit about takin’ back my life? That’s your words,” he muttered. 

“No, they’re yours,” she corrected him. “They’re what you said to me after all that shit came out about who my dad is, and the state I worked myself into trying to imagine how you’d react to it all. People are going to talk about it whether you go or not, Rhett. It’s whether you want the power to control the narrative, or let them come to their own wrongful conclusions about your lack of attendance.”

“I jus’ don’t want any more bad attention brought t’ Ma or Amy,” he said, closing his eyes as she cupped his cheek and placed a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“Quit worrying, cowboy,” she soothed. “Let’s go say goodnight to the girls, hm?”

In the weeks leading up to the reunion, Rhett completely forgot about it. He admitted to Faith when he’d responded that he’d be in attendance with his girlfriend, she’d marked it on the calendar and organised with Cece for her to have the girls that night. 

The plan was to be in Wabang by mid afternoon so Rhett and Faith could get ready. The girls were thrilled he’d agreed to go, and had taken it upon themselves to find an outfit for him that would match Faith’s. She’d found a cute tulip shaped dress that was more red than it was rusty orange, but the suit they wanted him to wear was the perfect match. A dark green piece that they wanted him to wear with a white shirt underneath. 

Faith had picked out a simple silver chain to wear with it as well. The grouchy man shot down every idea for some rings or a watch, but he allowed the necklace. All three of his girls were more than happy he’d even agreed to that. 

Rhett let the girls help him get ready, like they had done previously for his first few dates with Faith. They liked that he let them fuss with his hair without any complaints, even though they knew he’d constantly run his hands through it. He felt naked without a hat keeping his hair from falling in his face, but a hat wasn’t an option, apparently. 

Overdressed and out of place, he knew they’d both stick out like a sore thumb. Wabang wasn’t the kind of place where people dressed up unless it was for church, and even then, cowboy hats and boots were the norm. He felt awkward, and knew he’d want to change into something he felt more comfortable in, so he kept a change of clothes of himself and Faith in his truck. If they were enjoying themselves, they could change and head to the bar like he knew everyone would do. He wanted to make sure to be prepared for every outcome. And if they weren’t having a good time, they could leave and head back to the Abbott ranch. 

He indulged Cece with conversation while Amy and the twins checked on Faith. Since Faith had joined his little family unit, he’d made more of an effort to be around his mom. He wasn’t the only one betrayed by what Perry and Royal had done. He’d slowly come to realise that and had apologised to her one night about closing himself off. 

Cece had understood, of course she had, but to her it felt like she’d lost all of her family. She was left to raise Amy while Rhett moved away to raise his own daughters. He came by almost every weekend so they all had some kind of relationship, but it was tense. Amy doted on the twins, loving that she had baby cousins, and Cece appreciated that she had a relationship with all of her grandchildren. But she missed her son. She watched him grow into an amazing parent without much help from her, and it hurt. 

It had taken a long time to get back to a good place where they could talk freely to each other, without it ending in an argument. They both knew Faith had been the one who’d brought them back together, so it only made sense that Cece was the first person who knew Rhett wanted to marry her. 

She’d seen it from their first interaction. The way she loved his daughters like they were her own. The love and wonder that shone in his eyes whenever he looked at her, like he couldn’t believe his luck. It had meant so much to Cece that she had her son back, and she’d expressed her love for Faith to him. Telling him that she brought him out of his comfort zone and challenged him in the best way, and without her, it might’ve taken longer for them to grow close again. 

She didn’t know when Rhett was going to propose, but she told him that the girls needed to be involved. They were the ones who set them up, after all. If it weren’t for their meddling, he never would’ve found her. 

Rhett knew he was lucky. He counted his blessings every day. Waking up next to a woman who loved him and his kids was something he’d lost hope at finding a long time ago. 

His nerves for the reunion were more for the big reveal of what Faith was wearing, if he was being honest. He knew she was going to look beautiful no matter what, but when Amy, Hannah and TJ announced that she was coming downstairs, his palms started sweating. He imagined this feeling would be ten times worse at their own wedding, but it only made his excitement bubble that much more. 

Faith Abbott. He didn’t even need to ask, he knew the answer would be a resounding yes. 

As Faith made her way downstairs, she met Rhett’s eye and beamed brightly at him. He wondered if he looked starstruck, because he definitely felt like there was a stupid look on his face. Breath caught in his throat as she posed on the stairs for a couple of photos the twins insisted on. 

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, daddy?”

Rhett could tell you every discernible difference between his identical twin daughters, but at that moment, he had no idea who asked him. And honestly, all he could do was dumbly nod and try to swallow the lump in his throat. 

“Yeah, she does,” he agreed, taking her into his arms and stealing her breath away with a kiss. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Surprised the stetson hasn’t made an appearance,” Faith teased, swiping some lipstick from his mouth with her thumb. 

“We hid it,” Amy stated proudly. Rhett had found it and thrown it in the back of the truck for safe keeping. Not that he didn’t trust them, but he didn’t like to go far without it. 

Faith thanked her for her help while Cece gushed about how gorgeous they both looked, insisting on a couple of photos of them together. 

“C’mon Ma, it’s not like we’re off t’ prom,” Rhett fussed. 

“You didn’t go t’ prom,” she pointed out. “You ditched t’ go t’ a tailgate.”

Faith grinned. “Please, just a couple for me?”

He’d do anything she asked, folding almost immediately. Keeping his arm around her waist as she helped him pose and settle against him. Cece and the girls all took a few quick photos and instructed them how to pose. Even with Rhett’s grumbling, he obliged. Eventually insisting they were going to be late, kissing the girls on their cheeks before ushering Faith out the door and into his truck. 

Faith asked if there were any people he wanted to see, holding his hand as they drove down the dirt road. She saw his jaw tense and his grip tighten in hers. 

“We don’t have to stay long,” she assured him. “We can ditch it if you’re not having a good time…get drunk at a bar instead.”

He smiled, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You look too good t’ go t’ a dinky ol’ country bar, Lil Lady.”

He wasn’t about to reveal that he’d thought of every outcome. Used to his kids getting messy or hating being so dressed up, it was second nature to bring extra clothes. He didn’t want Faith to think he didn’t appreciate the effort she’d put into her outfit tonight. She looked good, so good that he wanted to show her off. So good that he’d planned to take advantage of her in that outfit, and he knew she’d be more than willing. 

“Thanks, Handsome Cowboy.”

When they arrived at the highschool, Rhett was out of the truck and walking to the other side to help Faith out. She was used to his old school chivalry. Waiting patiently with a smile for him to get to her door and help her out, large hands settled comfortably on her hips as he brought her to the ground. She indulged him in a kiss, slow and sweet. 

“Y’ready?” He asked her, bumping his nose against hers. 

“Are you?”

Rhett chuckled softly. “No, but we’re here, may as well get it over with, hm?”

He kissed her once again, slipping his hand into hers and leading her toward the school. He hadn’t told Faith much about his school experience, but then again, it wasn’t much to write home about. He showed up, did what he needed to do, and socialised a little. Enough that people knew who he was, but that was a given in a small place like Wabang. 

He kept to himself – school wasn’t for everyone. When Rebecca, Perry’s wife, went missing during his senior year, everyone started looking at him differently. They’d whisper about her disappearance and throw looks of pity his way. 

Of course, when it came out a few years later that Perry had been responsible for her disappearance and subsequent murder, the looks of pity turned into looks of disgust. Then word got around that Royal had helped him cover it up. 

Rhett had been dealing with a lot at that time. His daughters had just turned one, he was at the crux of his career in bull riding, and he was winning every event he had. The shit with his family had thrown a spanner in the works and he’d had a particularly bad ride one night, made worse by the news that the girls’ mom had been involved in a car accident…he was a mess. Barely scraping the bottom of the barrel to hold his shit together, but assuming that his daughters had been in the wreck too. 

Cecelia had watched from the stand as Rhett took the call. She knew something horrible had happened, so had told Amy to run to the truck and get it started, she’d grab Rhett. He hadn’t even thought that his mom would give a shit, so when she’d grabbed him and told him to pull it together until he had all the information, he understood a little bit more about how she was dealing with everything. 

Cece knew how to prioritise. She had gone through hell and back with Perry and Royal, but Rhett needed her. He’d never ask for her help, so if she told him how things were going to work, he’d listen. She pulled herself together in a moment where their worlds had fallen apart, but the punches kept coming. She helped him keep a steady head until they had all the information. 

Rhett had never been more grateful, but it took him years to properly understand that was what a parent did. That was what Royal had done for Perry, in their own fucked up way. Cece had been the rock that Rhett needed in a very difficult time, and he had no idea. Still a kid himself, trying to juggle his sister in law’s murder, his career, and becoming a parent, he was barely keeping his head above water. 

His daughters had been left with a friend of their biological mother, Sally, who’d been drunk and gone out to get more alcohol. She’d caused a huge crash and her car had gone through the barrier on the bridge. The officer said it would’ve been over very quickly, but they couldn’t locate the babies after finding empty car seats. 

Rhett had called everyone he knew trying to find his daughters. Eventually, one of the nurses answered the phone belonging to Sally and passed it to Rhett. He’d sobbed in relief that someone was with them – that they were okay, and had to break the news that Sally had died. 

They’d been through a lot in their short lives, but he did everything he could to make sure they had the best upbringing they could. Giving up his dream to become a professional bull rider and prioritising their happiness over his own. 

It was how he ended up meeting Faith, by his daughters insisting he start dating. They weren’t oblivious to their friends’ parents gossiping about their dad. They played like they never heard them and ignored their prying questions until they had enough information gathered to sit him down and give him a presentation. It contained the type of woman they thought he’d like, the kind of dates they could go on, and Rhett had been shocked. He’d kind of expected, from their prior questioning, that they wanted him to start dating. He never anticipated they’d take matters into their own hands, however. 

They’d been his biggest supporters when Faith started coming around more. They adored her, and she adored them. She even made it known to Rhett that they didn’t have to have one on one dates all the time, and that they were part of his life. She wanted to get to know them better too. That kind of effort was what the other women lacked – they only wanted one night of fun, and he was well over that part of his life. 

The effort was so attractive to him, that he wasn’t surprised he fell head over heels in love with her. He realised it one morning when Faith hadn’t left for work early, and had instead made them all breakfast and was helping do the girls’ hair. He could see his little family was so happy and whole, having found their missing piece. 

His point was proved when the girls sat them both down a couple weeks ago and gave them another presentation on why Faith should be their mom officially and marry their dad, but also give them more siblings. Faith had asked him later that night if he’d let her finish her study first before they tried to expand their family. Her exact words were, “give me a year and then I’ll let you put a baby in me.” 

Rhett had never heard anything so sexy. 

He could wait a year. He’d already waited long enough to find her, so a year to let her finish her study was nothing. Plus, she was excited as he was to grow their family. That knowledge alone was more than enough reassurance that she wasn’t going anywhere. 

Rhett showed Faith around the school. Showing her his favourite places to hide when he had a class that he wasn’t interested in a subject. Eventually, they made their way to the gymnasium. He expected they’d be the most dressed up, but it turned out they fit right in. He recognised a few people, some of the guys still wearing their hat or boots. 

“You want a drink?” He asked Faith, feeling her squeeze his hand as she smiled at him. 

“Sounds good.”

They quickly got themselves some drinks, mingling with a few people who were excited to see Rhett. He introduced them to Faith and she happily chatted away to them. Loving getting to know everyone, and sharing what she did for work and how they met. 

Everyone Faith spoke to was lovely, but it was exhausting work. She asked Rhett a couple times to get her a fresh drink, earning a kiss on the cheek before he dutifully obliged, grateful for the brief intermission it gave him. Talking himself up wasn’t something he liked to do, but he was proud of how far he’d come from being that young kid. Faith sang his praises whenever she could, enjoying the chance to brag. She loved her little family and she wanted everyone to know. 

As the night went on and more drinks were consumed, they’d been pulled in for a few photos with some of Rhett’s old friends. Faith was glad to see Rhett had loosened up a bit and was enjoying himself. Sending smiles her way or drawing her near to steal a kiss. 

PDA wasn’t typically his thing. She didn’t mind at all because they were usually accompanied by their kids, but she loved seeing this side of him. This man was so proud to call her his girl that he made sure everyone knew it. He told everyone she was studying to be a Social Worker, specialising with youths. She loved teaching swimming, “that’s how we met, you know,” and she was a huge part of the community. 

He didn’t miss the way her look had changed from adoring to sultry, like she’d have her way with him right there if he didn’t shut up soon. She turned the lull in conversation in her favour, excusing herself to the bathroom. Rhett would find her, he always did. 

“You should come to the new bar in town.” Rhett barely registers who’s talking, nodding in agreement. Too preoccupied with Faith and where she’d disappeared to for him to care about anything else. 

She wanted him, and he wanted her just as badly. 

He found himself asking where it was. Wabang was familiar in some aspects, but new developers meant buildings had been built on land he knew used to belong to other families. With the information barely stored, he says they’ll be there. Excusing himself with a polite nod of his head as he exited the gymnasium. 

He bypassed the bathroom with a few people standing outside, hearing the faint click of her heels as he took a left and heard the heavy doors to the chapel open. The chapel was a small room, enough chairs for a class to attend the morning Mass that used to be held on Wednesday’s before class. 

He found Faith admiring the stained glass behind the altar, making sure to click the door shut behind him. She cast a look over her shoulder, smiling bashfully. 

“Y’sure picked a hell of a room for this rendezvous, Lil Lady,” Rhett said, slowly making his way down the aisle between the rows of chairs. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin,” Faith replied as he stopped in front of her, tilting her chin up with his forefinger. 

“Thought we would’ve left by now so I didn’t bring a condom,” he confessed, thumb lightly stroking her cheek. 

“What if we just…didn’t use condoms anymore?” She suggested, running her hands up his chest. “I want a baby with you, Rhett. I don’t want to wait for our family to grow.”

He groaned as he slid his hand into her hair, cupping the base of her skull and kissing her with a fiery tenacity that had her knees weak. She slid her arms around his neck, fisting his hair as his hands slid down her body. Squeezing her breasts, gripping her hips and groping her ass. 

“Fuck, y’sure about this?” He asked breathlessly, eyes finding hers as he rested their foreheads together. He wanted it more than anything. He wanted her, their family, this little life they’d perfectly curated. 

Faith knew she’d asked for more time and that now she was taking it back. She was scrapping the timeline they’d agreed on. It was huge, but Rhett and his daughters had given him something she’d never known she was missing. A family. Community. People to fuss over and adore with her entire being. People who had welcomed her with open arms, despite her past, because they wanted her to be part of their future. They saw her in their future. More than anything, she wanted a future. She finally saw what her future held, and that was being a mom to her boyfriend’s adorable twin daughters and expanding their little family. Being a loving girlfriend, and eventually wife, to a man who’d proved time and time again that she was worth the effort. 

“I want everything with you, Rhett Abbott. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” she confessed just as breathlessly. He dipped his head to pepper kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, tugging one of her breasts free from her dress and wrapping his mouth 

around her pebbled nipple. “Rhett, fuck me.”

She roughly palmed him over his trousers, fingers trying to free him from his confines. Eventually popping the button and reaching into his pants to wrap her hand around his growing length. 

“Fuck,” he groaned against her chest, hitching her dress up around her waist. Fingers seeking her warm, wet centre. “Y’ haven’t worn panties all night?”

“Nuh uh,” she mumbled, drawing his head back for another searing kiss. She moaned as his fingers sought her swollen clit, fingers delving into her heat as she swiped her thumb across the tip of his cock to elicit the same sound from him. “Need you, Rhett, please.”

“G’na put a baby in you,” he growled, backing her up to the wall where she had previously been admiring the stained glass. “Fuck, Faith.”

She keened at his touch, whining as he removed his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with the tip of his cock. “Put a baby in me, Rhett.”

His lips claimed hers as he hitched her leg up around his waist and sunk himself into her. Groaning as he felt her tight, slick pussy stretch and relax around him. His tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting the wine she’d been drinking and swallowing her moans as he found his rhythm. 

Faith gasped as he bit down on her lip, her hands tightening in his hair. “Fuck,” she groaned, his fingers seeking her clit. “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, y’ like that Daddy’s gonna fuck a baby into ya, hm?” He said, lips and teeth nipping at her neck. “Fill you with my seed? Fuck, such a needy lil pussy. Grippin’ me s’tight.” He groaned as he felt her clench down around him, her breathy symphony of moans like music to his ears. 

“Can I cum on your cock, Daddy?”

He stuttered out a “yes,” losing himself in the feeling of her body. The way she chanted his name like a prayer, begging for him to cum inside her. Put a baby in her. Hips stuttering as his own high caught up to him and crashed into him like a bull in a china shop. Bottoming out as he reached absolution, not a care in the world as they defiled a holy sanctuary, wrapped totally in and of themselves. 

He kissed her as they came down from their highs, savouring the taste of her lips. The feeling of utter euphoria. The way she sighed and tugged at his hair as his mouth slowly devoured hers. Languidly, breathlessly. 

Faith felt exhilarated as they walked hand in hand back to the gymnasium. Rhett had tried to help her tame her hair as much as they could, but he couldn’t do much for the new hickies adorning her neck. Luckily her hair hid most of the small bruises, but she still felt like they were visible. 

They were planning on leaving, heading home to continue what they’d started in the chapel, then Rhett mentioned a new bar they’d been invited to. He’d blindly agreed, promising he’d make it up to her later if they just went for one drink. Faith knew he was enjoying himself, even if he didn’t admit it out loud. She could see it in the way he carried himself. Confident yet relaxed. It suited him. 

They headed out to the truck, promising a few people they’d been talking to that they’d stop by for a few drinks, if not to check the place out. Rhett grabbed the backpack from the bed of the truck, previously secured into the netting near the cab, and started to change right there in the parking lot. 

“Rhett Abbott, did you expect to have a good time tonight?” Faith asked him, taking hold of his jacket and folding it neatly. 

“I expected we’d be overdressed,” he replied, shooting her a wink as he pulled his boots off and changed from his grey trousers into a familiar pair of jeans. “There’s stuff for you in there, too. No panties, ‘m afraid.”

Faith laughed at the cheeky glint to his eye, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. She handed him his belt from the bag, climbing into the truck before taking her heels off and attempting to shimmy into a pair of her own jeans. By the time Rhett slid into the driver’s seat, she’d managed to change into a tee and donned a bra underneath, her dress now stuffed into the bag. Slipping her feet into some socks and a pair of cowboy boots Rhett had gifted her earlier in the year for her birthday. 

Faith appreciated being able to change. The heels had started hurting her feet, and the dress was gorgeous, but she felt more confident in jeans. 

It was rare that Rhett dressed up, and she’d enjoyed the new look for as long as he’d worn it. She’d be the first to admit that she missed his soft jeans and stetson, happy to discover that the familiar hat had found its way back atop of his head. Watching him with a smile on her face as they drove to the bar. 

They arrived and made their way inside, barely any time to wonder if it was the right place when a few guys hollered for them both. Waving them over, Rhett encouraged Faith to go while he grabbed them a couple of drinks. 

“Glad you both made it!” Adam said with a grin. 

“Thanks for inviting us,” Faith responded in kind, slipping into the booth next to Adam’s wife, Erin, who happily made room. 

“I’m just glad I’m not the only woman here anymore,” she joked. “The other wives don’t come out much. Too busy at home with the kids.”

Faith nodded in understanding. “Do you and Adam have any kids?”

“Three. Youngest is ten,” she replied with a smile. “You?”

“We only have Rhett’s two at the moment,” Faith said. “They sat us down and gave us a ‘we want siblings’ presentation.” 

Erin threw her head back in laughter. Faith grinned as she caught Rhett’s eye, making his way through the crowd to their table with a couple of drinks. 

“How old are they?”

“Just turned nine,” Rhett answered, wearing a small smile. “Little demons.”

“Do you have any pictures of them?” Erin asked. 

Rhett placed a drink in front of Faith before handing over his phone. Faith unlocked it and opened his pictures, swiping through to show Erin. 

“They have Rhett’s scowl,” Faith said fondly, searching for the photo she’d sent him of the three of them sitting in silence on the sofa one night. They’d been pouting about not being allowed to have their own phones, but Rhett said they were too young. They’d tried to ask Faith, but she also told them ‘no’. It ended up being a rather quiet night, the girls going to bed early after dinner, leaving Rhett and Faith to watch a movie by themselves. 

Erin showed a few pictures of her own kids, two sons and a daughter. Faith enjoyed the conversation while Rhett chatted shit with a few of the guys, occasionally sparing Faith a glance and always delighted to see her enjoying herself. 

He kept an eye on her as she and Erin wandered up to the bar to get everyone some more drinks. 

“Do you miss it?” Cory asked Rhett. 

“What’s that?” He’d missed most of the conversation, taking a sip of his beer. 

Cory asked again, “bull ridin’,”

Rhett gave a shrug. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Don’t regret givin’ it up since it meant I could spend more time with m’ daughters.”

“He had a boys night with some of the other dad’s and I got sent a video of him ridin’ a mechanical bull at the bar,” Faith chimes in, passing out a few beers to the guys. “Never saw him on a real bull, but it looked like he’s still got it.”

There were a few laughs at her words before someone pointed out that there was a mechanical bull here. Rhett quickly shut down any ideas anyone had about him getting on, despite the protests and words of encouragement thrown his way. He was adamant that was a one time drunken thing he’d done, purely to prove he didn’t just like the cowboy aesthetic. 

Faith had been curious about attempting to ride a mechanical bull at least once in her life. She’d been too drunk at her friend’s birthday when they’d specifically gone to a bar so she could ride one, and after Rhett had gotten on the bull at that same bar, she’d asked him questions. He’d made it look so easy, and sure it came down to years of practice riding actual bulls at the rodeo, but he’d indulged her questions. Given her pointers that she’d stored away for when she actually got the chance to get on one. 

“You should do it,” Rhett told her quietly. 

He knew she’d gone quiet for a reason, catching her deep in thought while everyone was trying to convince him instead. She leant into him, letting him press a kiss to her temple. 

“Hm, yeah?” She replied, not entirely convinced. 

Rhett hummed in response. “Yeah. Y’ want to, right?” She nodded, so he continued. “Then do it.”

“Okay,” she agreed softly. 

“C’mon,” he encouraged her. “Faith’s gonna ride the bull!”

The group they were with cheered, making their way to where the bull was set up, while Adam asked one of the staff if they could get it started. Pointing over at Faith to show who wanted a turn. Rhett walked her up to the bull, giving her a reassuring kiss. 

“Y’ got this, baby,” he told her. “Remember what I taught ya?”

She nodded as he lifted her up and got her set up on the bull. “Hold on tight, squeeze those thighs,” she recounted for him. “Don’t fight it.”

Rhett grinned. “That’s my girl. Give ‘em hell, Lil Lady.”

He wandered back to their group and she made sure she was holding on tight before nodding at the staff member who was in charge of the machine. He switched the bull on and heard the cheers of the crowd, but her focus was on staying up. Making sure she didn’t fight the jerky motions but instead went with it. Throwing her hand up for balance, grinning as she whipped around and used her legs to stay on. 

She couldn’t tell you if time went faster or slower while up there, but she understood the feeling Rhett had done his best to describe. The way the crowd seemed to electrify you while you were up there. It was addictive. 

The bull slowly came to a stop and she exhaled heavily, basking in the uproar of the crowd as Rhett strode towards her. Planting his hand on her head as he helped her off the bull, stealing a kiss that took her breath away. 

“That was th’ sexiest fucken thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her breathlessly, making a point to squeeze her ass and bring her body closer as he went in for another kiss. 

They didn’t stick around long. Enough to have another drink and share the videos some people had taken of Faith. Enough to know that Rhett was more wound up than she initially thought. Enough to know that he wasn’t the only one aroused by her performance – being hit on by no less than three guys who hadn’t gotten the hint that she was taken. That she was Rhett Abbott’s girl. 

Rhett’s old school friends knew him to be a bit of a hot head. Throw punches first, ask questions later. They’d kept an eye on him as he sipped his beer and watched Faith shoot them down, wondering how often this happened for him to seem unbothered by it. 

In truth, Rhett was bothered by it. Every time it happened, to be exact. He knew his girlfriend was young and gorgeous. He also knew that he was the one who took her home every night. He was the one she loved and he found comfort in that. 

He had trust…he had Faith. 

Faith watched him pull the truck into the west paddock instead of following the dirt road up to the house. She didn’t make a comment about it, but wondered what he had planned. 

The Abbott ranch had gone through some changes over the years. Rhett regretted not sticking around to help tend to the cattle and maintain the property, but Cece had done what she’d needed to do. She’d downsized the amount of land they owned, mostly to pay off the legal fees of Perry and Royal, and help keep her and Amy afloat. Another chunk was sold to developers who had yet to do anything with it, but Cece and Amy had transformed the ranch into a horse sanctuary. They trained and broke in horses, as well as ran camps during the school breaks. They’d done well for themselves and Rhett couldn’t be prouder of them – he just wished he could’ve been more help. 

The first time he’d brought Faith home to meet his Ma was the first time he’d actually seen the work Cece and Amy had put into the ranch. They’d been overjoyed to give them a full tour, even though Rhett heard stories about it from Hannah and TJ. Faith had helped him put his feelings into perspective about everything, that he wasn’t letting his mother and niece down by prioritising his daughters. Family was about compromise and they all had to make sacrifices in order to get to where they were today, not just him. 

“If Cece doesn’t hold a grudge, neither should you. The past is the past, and you can only work on mending your relationships so they’re stronger in the future,” she’d told him. 

She’d been right. He’d slowly talked all the past shit out with Cece and they were growing closer again. Things would never be how they were before shit went down, but it was several steps in the right direction. They weren’t the same people anymore. Rhett was beginning to realise that more and more, and accepting that change was huge for him. 

Faith stayed in the cab of the truck while Rhett set up the back. He’d made sure they had pillows and blankets and had even bought an air mattress to lie on. He knew how much Faith loved stargazing and camping, and while they weren’t in a tent, he hoped it would suffice. 

She heard him jump off the back of the truck and looked out her window as he opened her door. 

“What are you planning?” She asked with a slight teasing in her tone. 

“Camping,” he replied. “In a sense. C’mon.”

Faith couldn’t keep the grin from her face as Rhett helped her up into the bed of the truck, taking her boots off before she collapsed onto the makeshift bed. Rhett joined her a moment later, peppering her face with soft kisses as she laughed breathily. 

“What’s the occasion?”

“Just ‘cause I love you,” he said simply. “Can’t I do something nice for my girl every now an’ then?”

Faith hummed as she pressed her lips to his, combing her fingers through his hair. “Here I was thinking it was because you weren’t finished watching me ride,” she teased. 

He easily rolled them over so she was on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hands resting on his chest, his on her thighs. 

“I’ll never get enough of watching y’ ride,” he said, rolling his hips so she could feel the swell of his arousal. 

“Yeah?” She mewled, rolling her own hips against his. “Y’ want me to ride you, Handsome Cowboy?”

“Fuck yeah I do, Lil Lady,” he replied with a grin. “First, I want y’ to ride m’ face.”

Faith’s breath hitched as Rhett placed his hands on her inner thighs and effortlessly moved her so she was sitting on his chest. Reaching down, she twirled some of his hair around her finger. “Can anyone see us out here?”

“Not unless they’ve got binoculars,” he assured her. “Y’ gonna be a good girl and ride Daddy’s face?”

Faith was quick, it always stunned Rhett how eager she was for him. The first one to get naked. The first one to go down – it turned her on more than receiving, though she never said ‘no’ when he buried his face in her cunt and drew orgasm after orgasm from her. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she’d be more than willing to ride his face, yet he sensed her hesitation as she hovered just above his lips. 

“I said sit on my face, Faith,” he growled, forcing her down the rest of the way until his mouth was covered. Tongue laying flat against her slick pussy. 

She moaned as he guided her hips, helping her find a rhythm that drove her wild. Hands braced on the roof of the truck cab and she began riding his face with reckless abandon. Gasping and moaning as he smacked her ass or groped her chest. Moaning against her core as her clit brushed against his nose. 

“Fuck,” she groaned, her moans growing louder and more frequent. The pitch changing as she sought her orgasm. “RhettRhettRhett,” she chanted, succumbing to the bliss that erupted in her stomach and spread like shockwaves throughout her entirety. 

Rhett lapped and savoured the taste of Faith on his tongue. Planting a firm kiss to her cunt before sucking a bruise into her inner thigh. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised, grinning up at her with her arousal glistening in the moonlight on his chin. 

“Wanna ride your cock, Daddy,” she panted breathlessly. “Want you to cum inside me again.”

Rhett groaned at her words, hands groping her hips. “Y’ really want Daddy t’ put a baby in ya, hm?”

Faith nodded, bottom lip captured between her teeth as she gazed down at him. “Wanna ride you ‘til you knock me up, Daddy.”

Rhett was more than willing to oblige, quickly undressing and pulling Faith back into his lap. She slid her arms up his chest, fingers skimming over his tattoos – one on his ribs, the bull on his chest to the tiny footprints in the shape of a heart over his heart. He smiled as he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers. 

Faith reached between their bodies, gripping his cock and positioning his tip at her entrance. Rhett’s hands were on her hips as she slowly sank down on his length, gasping at the stretch and welcoming the familiarity. 

“Fill me so good, Daddy,” she praised, wiggling her hips a little to make Rhett groan. It was guttural and sent shivers down her spine. “So deep inside me.”

“Y’ look beautiful,” he told her, raising a hand to cup her face and draw her head down for a kiss. 

Faith indulged him for a bit, his cock nestled snugly inside her as she draped herself over him. Chests flush together and his arms wrapped around her back, holding her even closer. Her arms tucked around his head, small moans slipping past their lips. 

Rhett’s hands slid down to her ass, fingers gripping the supple flesh and lifting her slightly. Faith groaned and wiggled her hips, sinking back down on him as she broke their kiss. 

“Use your words if you want me to start riding you, Handsome Cowboy,” she told him, hands braced on his shoulders as she gave him a sultry smile. 

“Need y’ t’start ridin’ me, Lil Lady,” he told her breathlessly. “Y’ feel so good. Need more.”

Faith started rolling her hips, watching the pleasure in his face as she clenched her core and tightened around him. Rising off him slightly before taking him deep again and repeating the motion. Finding a steady rhythm as his hands slid up her body. Rough fingertips brushing against her sensitive nipples, pinching them harshly before taking them in his hands and massaging them gently. 

He knew Faith liked a little pain with her pleasure. Knew she was receptive to it. He watched the way her face contorted with the harsh pinch, felt the way she tightened around his cock. He groaned as she threw her head back, giving herself over to the pleasure. 

Rhett braced his feet, digging his heels into the soft air mattress as he started meeting her thrusts. Her short, sharp gasps filled his ears. Hand slipping on his chest to his neck.

“That’s it,” Rhett goaded her. “Squeeze m’ neck. Fuck.”

Faith groaned at his words but did as he asked, squeezing his neck and watching a delirious grin form on his face. “I’m gonna cum.” She panted, the coil in her abdomen moments away from snapping. “Feel s’good, Daddy. FuckFuckFuck.”

Rhett pinched her nipples once again, watching her throw her head back as her body tightened and spasmed. Dropping his hands to her hips, he kept her upright. Fucking her through her orgasm, flipping her onto her back and hooking her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her. 

“S’good to me,” she praised him, stroking his cheek as he braced himself on his forearms, lips mashing together in a desperate kiss as he reached his own orgasm. “Want all your cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me up real good. Show me how much you wanna knock me up.”

“Fuck, Faith,” he panted, dropping his head to her shoulder. Cock twitching and spilling inside her, her cunt milking his orgasm from him. “Fuck.”

“Just like that, Daddy,” she continued, running her hand through his hair. 

He dropped her legs from his shoulders, bodies still connected as he peppered kisses over her neck and chest. Nipping and sucking small bruises into her heated skin. 

“Love you s’much, Lil Lady,” he murmured against her skin. 

“Love you more, Handsome Cowboy.”

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I can’t read it until all 3 parts are out. For my own mental stability. I’m waiting patiently.

Well. This is it folks. The final instalment. It’s been a ride. Please know this isn’t truly the end. But it’s the end of our main storyline. There will be more to come. Your feedback, reactions and support are so deeply appreciated.

-> Warnings: Mentions of Domestic Violence/Abuse. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin x Platonic!F!reader.

-> Word Count: 5.2k

As always, for the final time—read from the beginning here. Finale Part One | Finale Part Two | Finale Part Three | Jake & Fe’s karaoke Song <- Please Listen To

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In the darkness of the night you slowly made your descent down the flight of stairs. Everything was still, not a sound could be heard amongst the silence that was three in the morning. You’d woken with a hankering for a few scoops of that delicious fudge brownie ice cream you had in the freezer. 

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, a familiar shadow caught your attention as he sat on the lounge. You knew who it was. 

“You can’t stay here forever Bob—“ You sighed as you padded on into the kitchen. Bob followed you silently as he watched you reach for two spoons. “I thought once Rooster ripped up that carpet you would have got the memo.” You turned on your heels to reach up and into the freezer for your pint of ice cream. 

“Got nowhere else to go.” Bob shrugged as you handed him the spoon. “You got me killed, remember?” In the blink of an eye, Bob didn’t look like Bob anymore, he looked like something straight out of a horror film when you looked back up to meet his gaze. “You didn't do enough when you should’ve known what he was capable of.” There was no excuse you could have given the version of Bob that stood before you that would have made things right. But you settled for the truth, the fact of the matter as the bloodied, beaten and shot version of Robert Floyd took a spoonful of your pint of ice cream. 

“I was scared—“ You whispered in the darkness of the night. “I was scared of him.” Bob just nodded. It always ended the same. 

“So was I.” 

With a gasp you woke up in a mess of cold sweats. This had happened before and it would surely happen again. It had only been a few weeks since Bob's untimely death and two weeks since his funeral. There was not a dry eye in sight as Rhett stamped those wings into his brother's coffin. 

“I wish I could change what happened, Rhett.” It was during a recess break in Jaidyn's initial custody hearing that you found Rhett outside the courthouse. He could tell by the way your voice sounded meeker than normal that you were afraid of what he thought of you. That he blamed you for this, for everything. The way he had come barrelling into the hospital once he’d heard what had happened was a sight you’d never forget. “I wish I could go back and change how I did things. Had I maybe done something sooner—been a little more brave, Bob might still be here.” 

“What’s happened, happened.” Rhett finally turned to where you sat next to him on the bench under the trees that were kissed with fall tones, amber, orange and brown. “That's an expression of faith in the mechanics of the world.” Rhett explained softly as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer till your head found comfort against his shoulder. “People use it as an excuse to do nothing—but you—Y/n, have done all that you can.” 

“I don’t believe in fate—“ You replied through a soft whimper. “I don’t believe that fate would have taken him away from us.” You sobbed in Rhett’s warm embrace as Bradley stood close by watching over you. He was always watching. He was just there in case you needed him—and thank goodness he was because you needed him the most. “I don’t believe fate would have put me through that, put you through this.” Rhett could understand where you were coming from, to fight off falling into a bottomless pit of despair and depression Rhett had to see all this from another perspective—the perspective of his brother. The brother that gave the ultimate sacrifice. His brother Bob. 

“Call it what you want, but it happened and all we can do now is try to clean up the mess we’re left with.” 

“What do you call it?” You asked as you sat up to give Rhett your full attention, you knew after the short recess that it would be all about Bob's untimely demise. The first half of the session had been all about the abuse you’d endured. “This, all this chaos?” Rhett knew what Bob would have said. He was a numbers guy, a grounded in reality kind of guy. “What do you call it?” So with one word Rhett explained to you that he wasn’t mad nor spiteful. He wasn’t angry or out for revenge—against you that was. If given the chance Rhett would kill that son of a bitch in the blink of an eye. But he was simply glad he’d been there for you and done all that he could to protect you from possibly being the one who you’d just laid to rest three days prior. Just like Bob had asked him to do. 

“Reality—“ 

As you sat up in bed you turned on your little bedside lamp that illuminated the bedroom you shared with Bradley in an orange hume. He was sleeping soundly on his chest, snoring slightly because the deviated septum he now had made it harder for him to breathe. He was getting used to it though, pulling G forces however—that hurt like a mother fucker. 

“You okay there mama?” You and Bradley had decided to stay in the home that had been a house or horrors for that one fateful day. You didn’t want to run anymore, didn’t want to hide. Bradley had replaced the bloodied carpet and rearranged the living room. He thought changing things up might help. It wasn’t in the logistics to move, he still had a lease. 

The new carpet didn’t make the nightmares any less paralyzing or less prevalent though. You were both working through the PTSD that that day left behind. So was Jake. So was little Odette. You couldn’t get her in the upstairs bathroom to save yourself. For good reason. 

“I’m fine, just had abit of a nightmare.” You’d been having pretty consistent nightmares since that day. Your therapist assured you that it was completely natural. That it was all a part of the grieving process. The healing journey.

“The ice cream one or the couch one?” Bradley sighed as he rolled over, flicking on his own lamp as he rubbed his eyes. You were still in an immobilization sling for another few weeks. Doctor Taylor wasn’t happy to see your name back on his chart less than twelve hours post your first discharge. But he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. If he had been a beating man he swore his life savings would have been on your odds. 

“The ice cream one—“ You yawned as you looked at the time on your phone. Three am. Bob's most prevalent witching hour. “He only told me I killed him like once this time so I think we’re making some progress.” Bradley chuckled softly as he pulled you down and into his chest. He knew how much you were struggling to overcome the adversity you’d faced, he was too. You all were. No one had seen Phoenix of Rhett in days. Fanboy was doing his best to keep tabs but he was only one guy. 

“I think he’d get a real kick knowing Hangmans got a pair of glasses tattooed on his ass.” The entire group had gone and gotten a tattoo in memoriam. You, Bradley, Jake, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and of course Rhett all had a pair of Bobs signature glasses tattooed. Yours had been placed on your finger. Bradley got his on his wrist. You couldn’t help but to smile against Bradley’s exposed chest as he wrapped his arm around you. He’d lost a fair few people in his life. Bob was just the latest on the list of good people taken too soon. “But I also think he’d be so proud of you.” 

“No you killed him.” Jaidyn played his final attempt to manipulate you. He wanted you to kill him. That was his end game. That was his plan. To ruin your entire life. “You killed him Y/n and darlin, you don’t have the fucking balls to kill me you poisonous bitch—“ Jaidyn snarled as you pressed your foot further into his chest. “Go on, pull the fucking trigger! DO IT!” 

*Bang* 

You hadn’t killed him, Jaidyn that was. But you did shoot him through his shoulder before you dropped to your knees in shock at the fact you’d thought about it and came seconds away from doing so. He was arrested and taken to hospital under police custody. He’d still yet to be officially sentenced, but for now he was in custody, without possibility of making any kind of bail. He’d spend the entirety of the time waiting on his trial behind bars. 

“I’m gonna go sleep in Odette's room for a little while.” You mumbled before you turned to kiss Bradley’s chest. He understood why. You’d been like this for weeks.

“I love you.” Was all he mermed in response before you were sitting up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing off out of the warmth of the bed you shared with the love of your life. Rooster saw no reason to spot you, he was only going to follow you in about five minutes or so. 

“I love you too.” You took your time as you padded down the hall to the room where your daughter slept soundly. She’d taken a little while to get used to having a room all to herself. Most nights she was racing down the hall in her pajamas screamed and crying just looking for you. On the nights she was able to sleep soundly through the night you’d be the one who woke up in cold sweats from your own nightmares. Both one in the same—the pair of you couldn’t go a night apart. 

As you opened her bedroom door the sight you saw melted your heart. Bradley had hooked up one of those roaming lamps that projected stars onto the roof of Dots room. He’d told her one night during one of her moments where she felt like she was drowning, that her grandparents would keep her safe from all the monsters in her closet while he was sleeping and that he’d keep her safe from the monsters of the world. That was his promise, that he’d always protect her. 

The stars lit up her room just enough so that she wasn’t shrouded in darkness. The teddy bear in her arms wore a flight suit with a tiny ‘Bob’ stitched into the fabric. He wore a set of glasses that matched your tattoo. Bobby bear had quickly become Dot's favourite toy. Rhett had gotten it for her, he’d never tell anyone but he had one too. It sat on his suitcase just staring at him just wondering when he was going to go back home. 

“My sweet girl.” You whispered as you crawled into bed with your daughter. Bradley swore blue that he and Jake were going to find the time to make her the princess bed she deserved. For right now though it was just a simple frame with a lip big enough to stop her from falling. “Mamas here.” You cooed as you pulled her close. Even in her sleeping state Dot reached up to touch your cheek. “I love you so much.” 

Mav had been staying in the spare room since the incident. He’d felt so guilty for not being around. He’d been so focused on the internal investigation into Beau Simpson's competence that he truly did believe there were enough people around you to stop a tragedy from occurring again. 

He’d been wrong. So in the spare room he stayed until Bradley had convinced him that his little family was safe. 

“Room for one more?” Bradley’s voice sounded ever so soft as he crept into Odette's room. You looked at him as he padded in. Sweats hanging low off his hips to expose those deep vee lines with the elastic of his boxer briefs poking out the top. 

“Unfortunately Bradshaw, I think this beds full.” The way you smiled, the way you spoke, the way you loved so deeply and so passionately made Bradley Bradshaw's heart skip a beat. He’d sat with you and your lawyer every time you had a meeting, he listened to all the abuse you endured and put up with for years. As did Jake. The pair sat and listened to the pain in your voice and watched the tears stream down your cheeks. They couldn’t understand how you didn’t harbor that hatred. But Bradley finally understood why you’d been so hesitant to give him a chance. 

He was so thankful you did. 

“Floor it is then.” He groaned softly as he dropped down to his knees and snaked one of Odette stuffed toys for a pillow. Bobby Bear looked him dead in the eye as if to say pick another. He did just that and settled for the stuffed ladybug. You chuckled softly to yourself at the way Bradley trailed behind you only minutes later. He’d been plagued with nightmares of his own. Only his were of you on your knees telling him you loved him with that gun pressed to your head. In his nightmares Jaidyn always pulled the trigger. In his nightmares Dot was drowned. In Bradley Bradshaw's nightmares he lost both his girls, and that’s what made him settle for the floor of his daughters room most nights, looking up at the stars that roamed the roof of her bedroom—

Slowly but surely drifting off to sleep. Knowing that you’d be there when he woke up. Forever and always. 

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Four Months Later 

“Amilia! It’s tradition! Now, give me the microphone!” Jake whined as he trailed behind Amilia like a lost puppy. She was busy doing her rounds, collecting empty beer bottles and glasses from the table tops of the Hard Deck. 

“Just because it’s tradition doesn’t mean I should be subjected to your awful pitch, Seresin.” The two had been inseparable since their date at Preston’s. Jake had failed to actually show up for their planned date. With all his emergency contacts already being in the hospital and with the rest of the Daggers in complete and utter shambles over Bob's death, Jake had asked the nurses that were looking after him to call Amilia for him, as his emergency contact. 

She’d stayed his emergency contact since. There was no point having you anymore, because whenever you were in trouble you could count that Jake was gonna be there right beside you and vice versa. 

The second Jake was discharged though, with cuts and bruises alike, he took Amilia to Preston’s like he’d promised he would. They went straight there and hadn’t looked back since. Like two peas in a pod. 

“I’m gonna combust woman! I need to!” Jake pleaded as he held Amilia still by her hips from behind so she couldn’t step another step away. “Give, me, the, microphone.” 

“Don’t do it Oz!” Fanboy egged on the drama unfolding before him as he sat at the bar waiting on Penny to finish gathering his latest order. “Don’t make us suffer—“ 

“Coyote is on top of the leaderboard!” Jake wanted to pull his own hair out. He was the karaoke king, you were the karaoke queen—there was no ifs or buts about the situation. “Do you understand how pressing this matter is!?” As Amilia rounded the corner back behind the bar where Penny was busy pouring copious amounts of liquor for her alcoholic patrons, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. 

“If you sing home among the gumtrees again I swear I’ll have Penny ring that bloody bell Jake.” Amilia conceded. “Five buck entry fee—cough it up.” She stuck her hand out as Jake grinned ear to ear, he was quick to fish the crumbled up bill from his wallet before he slapped it into his girlfriend’s awaiting hand. 

“You won’t regret it.” Jake beamed as he watched Amilia pocket the five dollar bill. It was her gig, karaoke with half price wings & tings night had really become a hit. Penny let Amilia make a little extra cash with the five dollar entry fee. She’d essentially been robbing Jake in broad daylight ever since. 

“Somehow I think I will.” Amilia leaned over the bar to kiss Jake on the cheek before she handed him two microphones from under the bar. “Go reclaim your crown.” 

“I'll be back to revel in my glory soon.” The smile couldn’t have been more genuine if Jake wanted it to be. He was in love, if he wasn’t he couldn’t begin to imagine what true love actually felt like if this wasn’t it. “Stay gorgeous, make sure these guys are tipping you well!” He shouted as he walked away and all Amilia did was shoo him off. Immediately turning her attention back to the crowd surrounding the bar. 

“Fe!” Jake's voice rattled around in your brain as he approached the table you’d been sitting at with Rooster and Pete. little Odette was on your lap colouring in one of the many colouring in pages you’d grabbed from Amilia on the way in. “Show time!” He wiggled his hips as he showed you the microphones. “Just like old times?” 

“Oh no—“ You tried to turn the offer down. “Jake, it's packed in here!” But it was to no avail. Jake was reaching out for Dot like there was nothing stopping him from reclaiming what was rightfully his. All Bradley did was chuckle to himself as Jake played the little girl down in his lap. Deciding he was now on Dot duty while he whisked you away to be his partner in crime. 

“Uh, yeah! Which makes it the perfect time to whoop Coyotes arse!” Jake hadn’t been this content in a while. He felt like things were all coming together again after his entire world had been tipped on its axis point. He missed Bob, so fucking much. He took it personally to the point that his nightmares were almost a nightly occurrence. The choice he made he’d never forget. The tattoo on his ass served as a permanent reminder of the guy who was every bit the man Jake wished he could trade places with. “So come on! Let’s get our karaoke on!” You looked to Rooster across the booth for support, he gave you some as he shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head. 

“Better get up there.” 

“You’re meant to have my back.” You groaned as you squinted your eyes and sighed in disbelief. 

“I do, that’s why I want you to go and have some fun.” Bradley had in his back pocket his mother’s engagement ring that she’d given him before she passed. He’d kept it in his dads red velvet wedding ring box since he’d had it. As Bradley watched Jake haul you away to belt out a beat, he knew he’d made the right choice. 

“Everythings set outside when you're ready, Rooster.” Mav bumped the son he’d claimed as his own on the shoulder. “She’s just perfect for you.” 

“Yeah—“ Bradley still hadn’t taken his eyes off you as he watched you and Jake set up and select your song. “Yeah she really is isn’t she.” There wasn’t a time Bradley didn’t believe you weren’t the one for him, but after everything you’d gone through, after everything he’d seen, after the losses you’d learnt to accept and the fear you’d overcome—Bradley had never been so sure. 

“Your mum and dad would be so proud of you kid.” Mav had watched the man sitting beside him grow up into such a fine young man. He was every bit the man his father was. “They really would be.” The music filled the Hard Deck and captured everyone’s attention—whenever you and Jake were paired for karaoke they all knew it would be a good time. 

“Our children will always hear romantic tales of distant years, our gilded age may come and go. Our crooked dreams will always glow.” You sang a little off tune but with a whole lot of heart as the entire Hard Deck watched you and Jake dance and act like teenagers who’d snuck into an underground nightclub. 

“Stick with me, oh you're my best friend! All of my life, you've always been, Remember remember, All we fight for!” Jake shouted at the top of his lungs. Rooster saw from the corner of his eyes the way Amilia blushed from second hand embarrassment from behind the bar. That was her dork now. All Bradley had to say was good luck to her. 

Across the way sat Rhett and Phoenix. It was the first time Bradley saw a genuine smile creep across Natasha’s face since Bob’s death. Out of everyone it hit her the hardest. They’d flown together for years and without Bob? Phoenix didn’t know what she was doing in the sky. What way was up or what way was down. But she knew he was here, watching over them. Her tattoo was placed across her heart. Gone but never forgotten was Robert Floyd. She didn’t blame you either. Not a single bit. 

“Don't leave me, oh you're my best friend

All of my life, you've always been. Don't leave me now, you're my best friend, All of my life, you've always been!” As your voice melted with Jakes, Bradley also took notice of the genuine hold Rhett Abbott had on Natasha's thigh, just above her knee. Not too high that it would be deemed inappropriate for a public setting. It was just genuine and real. The pair had been spending more and more time together, Bradley assumed it was from the grief, but now? When he saw the way Phoenix looked at Rhett the same way Jake looked at Amilia the same way he looked at you? He wasn’t so sure it was grief, but love born from a tragedy. How that would turn out he wouldn’t hold his breath over, but he was happy for them. 

“Remember remember—, All we fight for!” It was your turn to sing as Jake jumped around. 

“Remember remember— All we fight for!” It was Jake's turn to scratch out as you twirled and laughed at the cheers that echoed out around you. 

“Oh oh oh oh oh—“ The both of you sing in unison into the same microphone. It was like a slow motion fade out as the music died down and the applause erupted. Bradley held Odett high in the air so she could clap and wave your way. Only placing her down when you’d made your way back to him. 

“I love you so much.” Bradley pulled you close as he kissed your temple, having watched you and Jake sing your hearts out to keep your covenant top stop on the karaoke board. “I’ve got something to show you if you’ll step outside with me for a minute?” He whispered in your ear as he looked at him with questions and confusion written all over your face. 

“Sure—“ 

“Tooster has a supwise for you mamma.” Dot added as you walked hand in hand with your little girl out towards the back patio of the Hard Deck where it backed onto the Beach reserve. You could see all the festoon lights outside but never thought in a million years there'd be a little picnic set up under those lights. 

“I can see that little miss.” You looked down at Dot as she held your hand and walked by your side, Bradley was just ahead of you, looking up at the stars above in the night sky hoping his parents were out there somewhere looking down on him. “Did you know about this?” 

“Tooster told me before bed wast night.” 

Rooster thought that it would be good to keep Odette looped in, his palms were super sweaty as he tucked her in and turned on her little star lamp. He kneeled beside her bed—kissed her forehead softly and told her that he loved her. 

“Can you keep a secret?” Dot nodded. Bradley wasn’t so sure, she’d developed a bad habit of throwing people under the fucking his lately. Her latest victim had been Chase—who was sneaking lollies from the lolly jar. But he wanted her to know. “You know I love you and your mama very much right?” 

“So much?” Dot had had a big day, she’d spent the afternoon with her uncle Jake, what those two had been up to Rooster had no idea, but whatever it had been had tuckered the little tack. 

“Oh the most baby girl.” Bradley smiled so bright at your daughter. “So much that I’m gonna ask your mum to marry me tomorrow night, because that’s just how much.” What Bradley didn’t tell little Odette was that he was gonna ask her too. 

“Bradley, what is all this?” You asked cautiously as Dot ran off to catch up to Rooster. He picked her up and spun her around as you reached the small blanket laid on the sand under festoon lights. “Rooster—?” 

“I’ve uh—“ Bradley just had to get it all off his chest. “Honestly this is something I should have done months ago if I’m being honest.” He let out a soft chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. He could see Jake standing on the back patio, proud as ever that his best friend was finally getting her happily ever after. “Y/n—“ 

“No stop, you're not Rooster.” You wanted to cry as you cupped your hands over your face. “This isn’t happening—“ 

“I told you when we were in the hospital that I was gonna ask you to marry me.” Bradley reminded you as he reached in for the ring box in his back pocket. He was on one knee before you in seconds with Odette in his arms. “Y/n, you deserve so much more than you’ve ever been given.” Bradley started as you began to cry tears full of happiness. “There are so many things about you that make me want you forever, your smile, your character, the way you love so fiercely.” He held your daughter close as he kissed her cheek and looked up at you over her shoulder. “If you had asked me when I first met you if I knew I’d ask you to marry me I would have said yes.” With shaking hands you reached out to cup Bradley’s cheeks as you stood above him, looking down. He had his own tears threatening to spill as he smiled up at you with golden irises full of love and admiration. 

“You’re the love of my life and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, for Odette.” Bradley wanted to include your daughter in all this as much as he possibly could. It was important to him. “You came into my life like a whirlwind dream and not once have I ever had any doubts about you, about wanting to marry you.” 

To Bradley, you were a force to be reckoned with. You’d seen your fair share of trails and heartache that would’ve brought most people to their knees. But not you. You maintained a peace about you that Bradley thought was otherworldly. You carried yourself with such grace but yet held such fire behind your eyes. He knew, for sure, that you were the one he wanted in his corner forever. 

“Rooster—“ 

“Marry me Y/n.” Bradley finally said it. He said the three words that took the breath straight from your lungs. “My god please marry me, I just wanna spend the rest of my life reminding you how much love you deserve, how so loved you are.” 

“Rooster—“ You were trying to say yes, trying to tell the man kneeling before you that you wanted him forever and then some more. But he wouldn’t let you interrupt. 

“I'll never not remember the fear I felt when I almost lost you.” It was a harsh reminder of the things you fought so hard to protect. “I can’t ever lose you—you're my best friend, the love of my life, the best mother to the best little girl I know.” Yep. That was it, that was the moment you dropped to your knees and took Bradley’s lips hostage with yours. He let out a small oof when he fell back against the blankets with Dot. 

“Of course I’ll marry you, how could I ever not.” 

“Really?” Rooster’s eyes were as wide as they could get with joy and excitement. 

“I’m in love with you Roo, have been ever since I first met you.” The thing about Bradley that scared you the most was you’d do anything he ever asked of you. If he asked you to jump you’d ask how high and without hesitation he’d be jumping right next to you. “I always will be.” The two of you could not have been more perfect for one another if you tried. With all your imperfect flaws and weaknesses you made each other whole. “So yes, a thousand times yes I’ll marry you.” 

As if to say he couldn’t believe what he was hearing Bradley embraced you and your daughter like it was the first time he was experiencing touch filled with love and compassion. This was it for him—you were his everything. A few months ago he thought he’d lost it all. But now, laying here with you under the stars in North Island, everything was going to be okay. 

“And for you miss Odette.” Bradley sniffled as he reached into his pocket for a golden signet ring he’d had made for the little girl who’d stolen his heart. It had her birthstone and all, a little red garnet encased in a heart. Bradley’s heart. “I wanted to ask you something too.” He turned all his attention to Odette who wore the brightest smile on her little face. “Will you let me be your friend forever?” 

It melted your heart. Odette nodded as her bottom lip quivered, she didn’t really know what any of this meant but one day she would. 

“I wuv you, Tooster.” Odette cuddled into Bradley with all her might as he sat beside you on the blankets under the festoon lights. So much love was left to share between the three of you. So much heartbreak was still left to overcome. But the most important thing of all was that Bradley had his family, the love of his life was about to be his wife. The three year old in his arms would grow up safe and oh so loved. 

Bradley was your rock, your world. And as you caught the sight of Jake standing out on the back porch with Amilia wrapped up under his arm you wished he’d get the chance to feel this love too. He’d been the best damn best friend anyone could ask for. He gave you a loving family, the only thing you ever asked for in your entire life. 

Odette had her person, her protector, a friend she could count on for the rest of her life. She had her Tooster. And oh boy was that Roosters favourite thing of all. Being Odette's Tooster.

It was his favourite thing of all, it was his favourite job, his favourite roll. 

It was his favourite……Term Of Endearment. 

Fin.

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[3tabbiesandalab]

God She’s Beautiful

Hi all! It’s been a red hot minute. I don’t think I’ve written anything since late last year! But this idea has been banging around in my head and I just had to get it down.

A Rhett x Reader idea loosely based on a snippet of a basketball press conference I saw a while back that I thought might suit him.

No warning, just a fluffy, soft cowboy and a happy ending.

My masterlist if you’re interested.

Enjoy!

“Do it Rhett. If you write your dreams down, they come true. I’m gonna be a journalist. C’mon, I promise I won’t read yours!”

12-year-old Rhett Abbott scrunched up his nose as he looked between the blank piece of paper in his hand and the girl in front of him. Writing down dreams and wishes seemed stupid. But YFN looked at him so earnestly, bright eyes shining, a wide smile on her face like she believed that anything was possible for him. So Rhett grabbed the pen from her and quickly scratched his down.

Winning the bull riding world final

He glanced back up at YFN and she grinned at his compliance. Even at his young age, Rhett understood he didn’t have a lot of hope for a full life. His family didn’t really show him love and it wasn’t a secret that everyone thought he wouldn’t amount to much but working on his family’s ranch in Wabang. But YFN was a radiant light and when she shone on him, he felt different, like he could be better and do anything.

Soon that light would be gone; her family planning on moving to the other side of the country. Even though he thought it was stupid, it couldn’t hurt to wish for her too. So Rhett smiled shyly back at YFN and hastily added another dream to his paper.

Kissing YFN when I win

….

Rhett scrubbed a large hand down his face and let out a nervous breath as he sat down at the desk. After years of struggle in the lower leagues and failed attempts at cracking into the Premier Series of bull riding, at 25, he’d finally made the PBR World Finals. Not only that; Rhett had won. Rode the fuck out of that nasty bull and won.

Nobody had believed he could do it; certainly not his family and not the people of Wabang. There was the exception of the occasional coach he could afford and the few buckle bunnies he had screwed in the past, but they were both after the money and name that came with the win, not just in it for Rhett.

There really was only one person who wholeheartedly had faith that he could do anything. Rhett had held on to the hope she gave him as a kid and now here he was living his fucking dream.

Unfortunately that dream included a huge press conference with a room full of other riders, sponsors, and journalists.

He wasn’t one for talking much, especially in front of a crowd.

Fuck. Rhett really hated press conferences.

He was seated in the middle of the panel of riders and the black microphone in front taunted him as the men around him laughed at something the speaker said. Rhett’s eyes darted anxiously around the large room, and he rubbed the thin layer of sweat on his hands along his thighs.

“You all good over there Rhett?”

Rhett’s head snapped towards the speaker when he realised he was being spoken to and a low chuckle hummed through the crowded room.

“Ah yeah sorry. Ain’t real good at this,” he replied nervously with a small quirk of his lips.

“Son, with a win like that tonight, you don’t need to be sorry,” the speaker taunted good naturedly. “Let’s take some questions for the new world champ.”

As the press conference continued, Rhett answered the questions as quickly and as best he could, itching to get away from the attention.

“Ok last one. Umm… the young lady there.” The speaker pointed towards the front of the crowd and Rhett’s gaze followed the direction.

His eyes landed on a petite, gorgeous woman and was met with a set of bright, warm eyes and a beaming smile that seemed so familiar. It felt like the breath had been knocked from his body.

“God she’s beautiful.”

Rhett’s voice echoed around the otherwise silent room.

Shit. He’d said that out aloud.

“Fuck,” Rhett whispered before clearing his throat. “Did you hear that?” he quietly asked the woman as prickling heat crawled up his neck and his ears burned.

A rosy blush spread up the woman’s cheeks as she shyly nodded, her eyes twinkling as she looked back at him, and a flustered Rhett dropped his head into his hands as the room laughed loudly.

A sweet melodic voice pulled him from his embarrassment. “Congratulations on your win Rhett. I know this has been your dream for a long time. You even wrote it down when you were 12.”

At those words, Rhett’s head whipped up, and his eyes found the woman’s playful orbs. The recognition began to dawn on him as he searched her face for the one he remembered from his childhood. The one that he’d missed when she’d disappeared from his life when her family moved away.

YFN.

He took in the beautiful and obviously intelligent and cheeky woman she had become. She was still a glowing light. A wry smile grew on Rhett’s face as he remembered what he wrote on that piece of paper long ago, “You promised you wouldn’t read it YFN.”

She laughed warmly at him, eyes reflecting joy and humour back at him, “I guess I lied.”

Rhett had all but forgotten that he was in a crowded room, and he slowly rose from his seat. An inexplicable pull had his feet moving around the desk until he was in front of YFN.

He studied her expression, searching for any sign that she didn’t feel the palpable energy he was feeling. She looked up at him reverently, her mischievous gaze from before had morphed into something deeper and more heated. Unaware from the attention the interaction was garnering, they both stood there taking each other in for a moment before Rhett stepped closer and splayed his hand gently on her hip, his palm tingling from the contact.

“Hi YFN. It’s been a long time,” Rhett murmured softly. “You became a journalist just like your wish.”

A small wistful smile played at YFN’s lips, “I did. Sports is not my usual area, but I couldn’t help wanting to cover a certain cowboy’s story. I’m so proud of you, Rhett. All your dreams came true. You won the world championships.”

“I did,” he mirrored her comment back at her.

Rhett was a man of few words, especially in front of an audience, but in that moment, he could not stop himself. “You read my wish YFN, do you remember what else it said?” he asked, hinting at what his mind and body desperately hoped to do next.

The air around them crackled with anticipation. YFN looked up longingly through her dark lashes, exhaling a small puff of air as she nodded in response to Rhett’s question.

He lifted his other hand, gently cupping her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her full lips with his own.

Rhett rested his forehead on YFN’s and breathed “Now all my dreams have come true.”

And the long forgotten crowded room erupted into cheers and wolf whistles.

Fuck. Rhett really did hate press conferences.

….

Four world championship wins later, Rhett sat at the desk for what would be his last press conference. At 29 years old it was time to hang up the spurs and retire. His wish of being a champion bull rider had turned out better than he could have hoped.

And it wasn’t the only dream of Rhett’s that came true either.

The seemingly stupid 12-year-old wish of kissing YFN had.

And so had some newer dreams too.

Like the wish he’d written on a bit of paper 6 months after reuniting with YFN.

Marry me beautiful

Or the dream of having a family of his own. More light for him to bask in, more love to have in his life.

And because of that, thankfully he wouldn’t have to endure this particular press conference on his own. Rhett’s adorable 3-year-old son had insisted on accompanying him, so his little mini me sat in his lap; wide, anxious eyes scanning the loud crowd while Rhett’s large arms folded around him protectively.

The speaker cleared his throat and the noise of the room dulled as he asked, “So Rhett, another championship win for you, congratulations son. Would you like to fill us in why you’re retiring from bull riding then?”

Rhett gave the speaker a small nod and turned his attention to the crowd of people in front of him. His gaze swept across the faces until he found the one he was looking for, and a smile crept onto his lips when he saw YFN. She lit up the room as she always did, grinning widely at him, unshed tears in her bright eyes as she cradled her pregnant belly.

His wife, and his little man and soon-to-arrive twin girls were the reason for his retirement. They’d given him everything he could of hope for and more in this life, and now it was his turn to support them and help them realise their dreams.

Rhett opened his mouth to answer but before he could, a sweet little voice rang out through the room.

“Look Daddy! It’s Mummy! She’s boo-tee-ful.”

The audience laughed and cooed at his son’s statement, unintentionally amplified by the microphone in front of him. One that happened to perfectly echo Rhett’s from four years ago.

Rhett chuckled and kissed his son on the top of his head and smiled lovingly at YFN.

He supposed press conferences weren’t so bad after all.

….

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[sweetlittlegingy]

Deep In Her Heart, The Thunder Rolls

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♤ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Y/n "Tilly" Tillerson

♤ Word Count: 2.2 K

♤ Warnings: Fluff, Cuddly!Rhett, Horny!thots, Angst..

♤ A/n: It's just a blurb, a bit of setup for part 3...

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To say that Rhett Abbott was sweet on you, was the understatement of the century. You left Wabang for college a year and a half ago, and though you “broke up,” the two of you remained faithful to one another.

I wasn’t that you had promised each other that you wouldn’t have sex with anyone else. No, you just could never find anyone that seemed better than Rhett. You were still in love with the man, and the fact that he came up to Bozeman at least once every 6 months, kept you more than satisfied.

The both of you had decided to keep your situation on a need-to-know bases, as in no one else needed to know. It wasn’t out of embarrassment, no it was more the fact that you were just both very private people, especially when it came to each other. Rhett had come up with an array of excuses to tell his family about why he was constantly going to Bosman.

From circuit business, to needing a new Stetson, to events, nothing was off the table when it came to seeing you. You thankfully had your own dorm room, meaning that no matter when Rhett showed up, he always had a place to stay. His appearances became so regular, that the dorm building security guard had come to know Rhett by name and would hold a conversation every time he visited.

Most of the time, Rhett’s visits ended with the two of you locked in your room for the whole weekend. Only ever coming out when you’d ordered food, or to go on the occasional date night. It wasn’t that you were to sex-crazed individuals, which you were, but the deep need that you both had to just be in each other’s presence was overwhelming.

You and Rhett were like a part of each other’s souls, as if at one point you’d been so deeply intertwined, that when you parted it was as if you could barely breathe. You had etched your mark on each other’s souls, and there would be no removing it.

…

Rhett was coming up for the weekend, and while you hadn’t seen him in two months, you talked every day. You had been working through your assignments, wanting to have everything finished and turned in before he showed up. The massive write-up for econ, had been time-consuming. The actual writing of the paper had been easy enough, though the hours you spent researching the economic downfall in the 1930s had been studious and mind-numbing.

You loved school, really, but between the tutoring and honor society, you were more than ready for a chill, relaxing weekend with Rhett.

Clicking submit on the paper, you glance at your phone, and two unread messages flash across the screen. One from Rhett stating that he was just pulling into the dorm parking, and the other from Daniel, a guy that you’d been “helping” in classes.

Hey T, did you finish up that chemistry assignment? It's due Sunday.

Alright, so maybe you weren’t just helping, but Daniel was a busy guy and paid you well for the work you did.

Yeah, I emailed it to you this morning, but my venmo isn’t working. I need cash.

You type out the message and hit send, throwing your phone back onto your bed as a knock sounds at your door. You're up and moving without a second thought for the outfit you're wearing, the booty shorts barely peeking out from under one of Rhett’s oversized hoodies. Your hair in a clear mess atop your head, barely being held up by the claw clip.

You pull open the door swiftly, only to find Rhett talking with your neighbor, the bitch. Every time Rhett was over, she made goo-goo eyes at him. Clearly trying to get in his pants, you’d think she would have gotten the message after hearing you scream Rhett’s name during every visit.

Rhett turns to you when you open the door, though your eyes are focused on Danica. Your hand grasps at the shirt Rhett is wearing, and tug him harshly into the room. Your eyes never leave Danica as she glares at you, a fake smile plastered on your lips before you rudely slam the door in her face.

“Tilly, that wasn’t very nice.” The teasing, yet cocky tone in his voice has you rolling your eyes.

“I don’t like sharing, Abbott.” Your voice clipped and harsh, as your eyes soften when looking up into his own.

One hand settles to rest on his abdomen, as the other wraps up around his neck. You deliver a harsh tug, pulling Rhett down and slotting your lips against one another. You can feel Rhett’s smile against your lips, his hands drop down around your waist, slip beneath the hoodie and tap your ass, signaling you to jump.

You waste no time in wrapping your legs around his waist, both arms curling around his neck. One slipped up to grasp the Stetson atop his head, pulling away from the kiss for a second and tossing the hat onto your desk. The idea of your lips being apart is clearly displeasing to Rhett. As one of his hands slips from underneath your ass, to grasp your cheeks in between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips back against yours.

Your lips work against each other, hot needy kisses pass between you. Your tongues work in tandem against each other, pushing and pulling in a network of want and passion. You don't even notice that the pair of you have moved until Rhett has you pressed against your mattress.

The pressure of his belt buckle against your cunt has you bucking your hips, and a wanton moan slips past your lips.

“Hold on, sugar.”

Rhett pulls away, his hand slips up to cradle you face, thumb brushing against your swollen bottom lip.

“Just let me look at you.”

Your face nuzzles into the palm of his hand, kissing it gently. The blue in Rhett’s eyes shines bright, and the small specks of green peek out from behind his iris. His stare makes you blush, it was always like he could see right into your soul. Moments like this were always more vulnerable than any other time, even in moments when you were naked and exposed.

“I missed you.”

The comment slips past your lips, so quiet and gentle. Though it causes Rhett to smile, before pressing a small against your lips. Foreheads resting against one another, the weight of his body settles against your own.

“I missed you, Til.” Noses bopping against each other, before Rhett is standing. Slipping the button-up off his shoulders, the clank of his buckle releasing sounds, as he pushes his pants to the floor. He motions towards you to sit up, his hands reach for the bottom of the hoodie, slipping it from your form.

“Think this is mine, darlin’.

“Did you bring me a new one? It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

He laughs slightly at your question, reaching to tug your shorts off. Leaving the both of you in your underwear and pulling you to lay on his chest as you settle on the bed.

“Don’t I always?”

Your head nods against his chest, knowing that every time Rhett came up, he brought you a sweater that he’d been wearing. You told them that the smell of his aftershave had comforted you and had made you feel like you weren’t so far apart.

The warmth of his body seeps deep into your bones, and your eyes start to drift off. The stress of the week fades from your hold, as Rhett runs a single hand up and down your spine.

“Sleep Tilly.”

The last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed against the crown of your head, both yours and Rhett’s breath settling out into a slow rhythm, encased by sleep.

…

The loud knocking at your door wakes you and Rhett up, stretching up to place a sweet kiss against Rhett’s lips, you slowly move from the bed. Though Rhett reaches out, holding on to your waist, as he whines into the crook of your neck. His breath tickles you and you can’t help but to giggle.

Your bubble is once again, popped as the knocking ensues again. Rhett finally releases you, so that you can pull on the hoodie and shorts. Glancing back over your shoulder you laugh at the sight, Rhett laid out on your bed, arms tucked behind his head, in nothing but his boxers. The sight makes your toes curl in want, your eyes racking up his form. To find a wide smile directed at you, his baby blues shimmering with mischief.

“Y/n, open the damn door.”

Daniel's voice has you moving again, grasping the handle of the door and ripping it wide open. Had you ripped it open so wide, in hopes that Danica would once again be lurking and see an almost naked Rhett spread out? Yes, though your hopes are dashed away when you see it’s only Daniel.

 “Hey D, come on in.”

His eyes move behind you, settling against Rhett who waves a hand slightly. Not moving an inch from his spot, clearly comfortable in his skin.

“Baby, this is Daniel.” You motion between the two, eye’s finding Daniel’s. “D, this is Rhett.”

Each of them exchanging pleasantries, though nothing more. You push off the door, where you had been leaning, and reach under your desk in search of the chemistry binder from last year.

You find the worn binder and toss it to Daniel, eyes tracing to see if you have anything else that might help him.

“That’s all my notes from Granger's class last year. More than enough to help you pass tests and I can finish out the papers. But I want extra for the final, I’m gonna have a packed schedule with just my work.”

Rhett silently watches you, his sweet girl is hard-assing this massive guy and making demands. He always liked it when you were bossy, he thought it made you look hot. That fire in your eyes, always set him a light.

Daniel slips two crisp hundred dollar bills in your palm and glances back to Rhett, who only smiles wider. You laugh at him, your eyes rolling, and then look back toward Daniel.

“That’s fine,” He shakes the binder at you slightly, with a grateful smile. “Thanks, for this too.”

You give him another smile, and move to open the door for him. Trying to be polite, but more than ready to be back in bed with Rhett.

“Alright, it was nice meeting you.” Another wave passes between the two men, then Daniel is out the door. Calling a ‘thanks again’ over his shoulder as he leaves.

You turn around on your heel, and a smile spreads across your face seeing Rhett in your bed. Before he has time to react, you’re moving for the cowboy, jumping up in his lap and snuggling up against his neck.

“Quiet the criminal, aren’t you?” his teasing tone has you laughing in his neck, arms, and legs wrapping around him like a koala.

“Daniel doesn’t have the time, and I like the extra cash.”

Rhett hums against the crown of your head, his arms wrapping around you in a tight grip.

“Long as you’re being careful, baby. Don’t think I missed the tattoos, I’m not stupid darin’.”

A heavy sigh is released from your chest, you pull away from Rhett so that you’re sitting in his lap. His hands automatically find home on your hips under the hoodie, gentle circles from his thumb rubbed into your hip bones.

“Look I know. Daniel is into some shady stuff, but he’s always been nice to me and if I called him for anything, he would be there.” Your fingers spin in your lap, a nervous habit. “It’s just nice to know that without you here, I have someone else that has my back. I don’t trust guys in general, but especially on campus.”

Rhett notices your slight nervous nature, and the tone you have when you mention the guys living on the campus. He’d seen them enough and known right away that they were douchebags, but you had never mentioned having trouble.

“There something I need to know about baby?”

The term of endearment has you glancing up, loving how sweet the tough cowboy could be with you.

“I had some problems when I first moved in, but Daniel ended them almost instantly. I didn’t wanna worry you, you already have so much going on.”

Your eyes causally avoid Rhett’s, already feeling bad that you’ve kept it from him. Rhett moves you sit up, and pulls you so your flush with his chest. So close that your eyes can’t help but to look at each other.

“Tilly, I don’t care what is going on in my life. You tell me from now on, please?”

It was rare to hear Rhett ask anyone ‘please,’ and the tone in his voice makes your stomach clench in pain. The thought of hurting him, even if it was on accident, was the worst possible thing you could think of happening. He was your person and you’d only ever kept it from him because you thought you were protecting him.

“I’m sorry baby, never again.”

The placement of your lips against his is out of the pure need to express your love, to prove how much he really meant to you.

“Promise?” The question whispered against your lips.

“I promise.”

…

I was a promise that you kept,

until you couldn’t.

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⁘ through rhett's guiding hands, you may find a way out of your lonely path of darkness.

› pairing; preacher!rhett abbott x reader

word count; ~ 1.2K

× chapter warnings; religious themes, religious content, baptism, submerging in water, preacher rhett abbott, mostly my musings about feeling lost within faith

disclaimer; I was born in a country that is extremely secularised. I consider myself agnostic, but I do feel a strange sort of ambivalence towards my religion. I grew up a Protestant, and through my visits to sermons and church, we have only ever been preached to about the love and acceptance from God. I find myself quite unable to sort of let go of the resentment I feel from having had to endure quite a lot of trauma in my young age, and it felt quite cathartic for me to write this piece. this is in no way meant to shine a light on anything predatory what-so-ever, but more so my own ramblings and feelings.

Blinding light guided you, bare feet stepping slowly over the dirt and grass on the path to salvation. The air around you felt static, the very leaves of the aspen shaking as if in anticipation of what was to come, matching the raw nerves that laid on top of your skin like frayed electric wires. The beat of your heart rushed in your ears, pumped in your chest, as parted lips took in shallow breaths. 

You were the last of the small crowd. Last to be blessed. To be saved. Around you stood people wrapped in towels, talking in hushed tones to their loved ones. Smiling softly as their ceremony had ended. But they were barely visible to you. There was only the path to your grace before you, only the path to Him.

It was rather symbolic, you thought as you inhaled sharply at that first cold feel of the water washing over your feet; that you would wade through the waters of the lake to him. He stood waist deep, waiting for you, he who had been given the mission by Him.

To cleanse you. To heal you. To guide you. To love you. 

Fingertips graced the very surface of the water, eyes transfixed on the man who waited to give you your grace. Sunlight shone softly through the aspen leaves, dancing across his face, sometimes making those blue eyes a true cerulean as he smiled at you.

The ceremonies before you had taken some time, and the sun now seemed to be right behind him. It only seemed fitting. He was the only light you had left. The only one with unconditional love in his heart for people like you. 

You couldn’t look away from his gaze. Everything else fell away tothe periphery. You could no longer hear the song of the bird or the sweet call of the wind rustling the leaves. There was only him, and your shallow breathing as you neared him, your thin, white gown floating around your hips as you stood before him. 

“Sweet lamb…” Rhett’s voice was low enough that only you could hear him.  

“Reverend.” your voice shook slightly with anticipation, lips trembling slightly with a sweet smile. Rhett’s blue eyes twinkled with delight, slowly moving to place a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You look divine… ” Rhett spoke softly, one hand already at your back to position you to his liking in the lake. Nodding slowly, you smiled up at him as his other hand circled your wrist.

You knew how this procedure would go. Had dreamed about it for the months that you had spent learning about this new path in your life. It almost felt as if you were in a dream, ready to finally be in His protecting embrace. 

“Are you ready to accept this holy sacrament?” the deep timbre of his voice touched your very heart as your eyes fluttered closed.

“I am.”

You could feel his strong arms lower you into the waters of the lake, your white gown floating weightlessly around your naked body. You were floating too, held only by the secure hands of him.

Opening your eyes, the sunlight filtered through the water, glittering and twinkling around the blurry visage of the man who made you feel the safest you had ever felt. It shone behind him, much like a halo, and it felt so symbolic - floating weightlessly with only his hands to hold and guide you out of the darkness of the water. 

He had truly saved you. Had made you believe again that you were deserving of unconditional love. You were beautiful as you are. After only a few moments, you felt Rhett’s strong hands move from their hold on your wrist as he guided you to the surface, first splaying across your sternum to keep you steady as you rose, his large palm soothing your beating heart, making it flutter with a sense of excitement. Once you emerged, his hand drifted down to your waist to help you find your footing in the soft sand below you. 

Rhett, who had purposefully saved you for last, smiled softly down at you as she submerged you into the water, symbolizing the death and resurrection of his Lord. He had never met a person as eager as you, had never felt more protective over an individual as he had you.

When you had first found him, he could tell you were a broken soul, one that life had unfortunately dealt heavy cards. Rhett never knew why the Lord chose to put such awful hurdles in the path of the sweetest of souls. But he could not be mad at Him, for he had brought you to his presence. There must always be a meaning, and Rhett believed he was meant for you. 

You, who had opened your heart and soul for him, not shy to be vulnerable and explain your anger, your hurt and your belief that God had surely never looked favorably upon you. Had with such reverence listened to his guidance as he took in your story, bit by bit, until he had unraveled your tragedy riddled life. He had to admit, he had heard much cruelties throughout his years as a preacher, but hearing your sweet voice speak of such atrocities made his heart ache in his chest. 

It therefore pleased him to see your eyes alight with hope, eyes that before held such sadness and lack of faith, now shone in their excitement to have Him follow you through whichever path you happened upon in your life. 

Speaking your name softly as you emerged from the water, blinking slowly up at him, he continued as he held your shaking body close to his own “let the Lord offer you his grace, and may he always walk beside you in the paths of your life, lending you strength through his unconditional love…” his hand gently rested upon your head, closing his eyes momentarily to truly feel the energy within his palm surge over you. He hoped his light might protect you. Might offer you peace. Opening his eyes, he noted that the clearing was empty now, the people he had baptized before you walking home to their cottages.

He let his eyes roam over your soaked form, the way droplets of water ran down your neck, over your chest and down your stomach. Your sheer white dress clung to your every curve, and Rhett was only human as he thought of how beautiful you looked right now. 

“Thank you,” you had spoken so softly as you leaned in to his chest, eyes watering a little with emotion as you smiled up at him. “for hearing me… and for seeing me in a time of loneliness.”

Shaking his head, he once again let his fingers grace over your cheek, cradling it in his warm palm as he let his lips brush gently over your forehead. The song of the birds was back, and the gentleness of the wind caressed your form again as he spoke;

“I’ll see to it that you never walk alone again.” 

tagging; @lewmagoo @sebsxphia

#anyways this was weird #and also my writing is shitty rn #oh well #preacher!rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x reader #my writing

[rhettabbotts]

AHHH

shelbs SWAY and SERENADE from fluff prompts with dilf rhett x babysitter

kicking and blushing thinking about him singing all soft

treat me like a fool - dilf rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

w/c: 432

warnings: none. fluff. mentions of drinking. age gap (reader mid 20s, rhett late 30s). reader is a grad student.

prompts: sender pulls receiver into a slow dance in the living room / kitchen / bedroom. sender sings along to a song they associate with receiver.

listen to love me by elvis presley for the vibes :)

Saturday nights with Rhett didn’t happen often but you were thankful for the rare occasions you had alone. His parents decided to take the girls out of town for the weekend and Rhett showed up to your apartment with your favorite bottle of wine and a bouquet of wildflowers. 

“What’s this all about?” You questioned as you took the flowers from him and searched for a vase to put them in. He kicked his boots off and hung his jacket up next to yours, making himself at home. 

“Wanted to surprise you. Also, I didn’t want to spend all weekend alone,” he said. Rhett sat at the kitchen island, fingers running through his greying strands as he looked at you with such love and adoration in his eyes. “You look pretty.”

“I’m in a sweatshirt and shorts,” you said, rolling your own eyes. You had some pasta cooking and you busied yourself with the sauce as Rhett pressed his body firmly against your back. “What are you doing?”

“Getting the wine glasses,” he muttered in your ear, causing gooseflesh to erupt all over your skin. 

Rhett chuckled as he stepped away from you, humming to himself as he poured a generous glass for you and for himself. 

“How have classes been this week?” he questioned as he took a sip of the fruity alcohol. 

“They’ve been alright. Busy. I’m just ready for a break. M’gonna have to work on homework this weekend,” you said, pouting over your shoulder at him. 

“Poor baby.”

The soft crooning of Elvis Presley played from your record player and you hummed along to Jailhouse Rock. Your hips swayed as you mixed the pasta and sauce together, grinning at Rhett. 

The record stopped and he made his way over to flip it to the other side and Love Me started playing. He pulled you away from the stove after you turned it down and held you close. Rhett danced slowly with you right there in your kitchen and he softly sang along with the lyrics. 

Wring my faithful heart, tear it all apart.

“We’ve got the next Elvis in the building,” you said playfully, tangling your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. At that comment, Rhett started singing louder, performing his best impression of Elvis. It made you throw your head back laughing and he couldn’t look away. 

It was a pure moment, one that makes you realize he’s it for you. You could see yourself spending the rest of your life dancing in the kitchen with Rhett while he (terribly) sings Elvis songs. 

#shelby’s sleepover #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #dilf rhett 4 ever <3 #rhett x babysitter #rhett abbott fluff

[magnolia-pollen]

Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, I recall with embarrassing clarity the flavor of those particular ashes. It was a matter of misplaced self-respect.

I had not been elected to Phi Beta Kappa. This failure could scarcely have been more predictable or less ambiguous (I simply did not have the grades), but I was unnerved by it; I had somehow thought myself a kind of academic Raskolnikov, curiously exempt from the cause-effect relationships that hampered others. Although the situation must have had even then the approximate tragic stature of Scott Fitzgerald's failure to become president of the Princeton Triangle Club, the day that I did not make Phi Beta Kappa nevertheless marked the end of something, and innocence may well be the word for it. I lost the conviction that lights would always turn green for me, the pleasant certainty that those rather passive virtues which had won me approval as a child automatically guaranteed me not only Phi Beta Kappa keys but happiness, honour, and the love of a good man (preferably a cross between Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca and one of the Murchisons in a proxy fight); lost a certain touching faith in the totem power of good manners, clean hair, and proven competence on the Stanford-Binet scale. To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplussed wonder of someone who has come across a vampire and found no garlands of garlic at hand.

Although to be driven back upon oneself is an uneasy affair at best, rather like trying to cross a border with borrowed credentials, it seems to me now the one condition necessary to the beginnings of real self-respect. Most of our platitudes notwithstanding, self-deception remains the most difficult deception. The charms that work on others count for nothing in that devastatingly well-lit back alley where one keeps assignations with oneself: no winning smiles will do here, no prettily drawn lists of good intentions. With the desperate agility of a crooked faro dealer who spots Bat Masterson about to cut himself into the game, one shuffles flashily but in vain through one's marked cards—the kindness done for the wrong reason, the apparent triumph which had involved no real effort, the seemingly heroic act into which one had been shamed. The dismal fact is that self-respect has nothing to do with the approval of others—who are, after all, deceived easily enough; has nothing to do with reputation—which, as Rhett Butler told Scarlett O'Hara, is something that people with courage can do without.

To do without self-respect, on the other hand, is to be an unwilling audience of one to an interminable home movie that documents one's failings, both real and imagined, with fresh footage spliced in for each screening. There’s the glass you broke in anger, there's the hurt on X's face; watch now, this next scene, the night Y came back from Houston, see how you muff this one. To live without self-respect is to lie awake some night, beyond the reach of warm milk, phenobarbital, and the sleeping hand on the coverlet, counting up the sins of commission and omission, the trusts betrayed, the promises subtly broken, the gifts irrevocably wasted through sloth or cowardice or carelessness. However long we postpone it, we eventually lie down alone in that notoriously un- comfortable bed, the one we make ourselves. Whether or not we sleep in it depends, of course, on whether or not we respect ourselves.

To protest that some fairly improbable people, some people who could not possibly respect themselves, seem to sleep easily enough is to miss the point entirely, as surely as those people miss it who think that self-respect has necessarily to do with not having safety pins in one's underwear. There is a common superstition that "self-respect" is a kind of charm against snakes, something that keeps those who have it locked in some unblighted Eden, out of strange beds, ambivalent conversations, and trouble in general. It does not at all. It has nothing to do with the face of things, but concerns instead a separate peace, a private reconciliation. Although the careless, suicidal Julian English in Appointment in Samarra and the careless, incurably dishonest Jordan Baker in The Great Gatsby seem equally improbable candidates for self-respect, Jordan Baker had it, Julian English did not. With that genius for accommodation more often seen in women than in men, Jordan took her own measure, made her own peace, avoided threats to that peace: "I hate careless people," she told Nick Carraway. "It takes two to make an accident."

Like Jordan Baker, people with self-respect have the courage of their mistakes. They know the price of things. If they choose to commit adultery, they do not then go running, in an access of bad conscience, to receive absolution from the wronged parties; nor do they complain unduly of the unfairness, the undeserved embarrassment, of being named corespondent. If they choose to forego their work—say it is screenwriting—in favor of sitting around the Algonquin bar, they do not then wonder bitterly why the Hacketts, and not they, did Anne Frank.

In brief, people with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of moral nerve; they display what was once called character, a quality which, although approved in the abstract, sometimes loses ground to other, more instantly negotiable virtues. The measure of its slipping prestige is that one tends to think of it only in connection with homely children and with United States senators who have been defeated, preferably in the primary, for re-election. Nonetheless, character—the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life—is the source from which self-respect springs.

Self-respect is something that our grandparents, whether or not they had it, knew all about. They had instilled in them, young, a certain discipline, the sense that one lives by doing things one does not particularly want to do, by putting fears and doubts to one side, by weighing immediate comforts against the possibility of larger, even intangible, comforts. It seemed to the nineteenth century admirable, but not remarkable, that Chinese Gordon put on a clean white suit and held Khartoum against the Mahdi; it did not seem unjust that the way to free land in California involved death and difficulty and dirt. In a diary kept during the winter of 1846, an emigrating twelve-year-old named Narcissa Cornwall noted coolly: "Father was busy reading and did not notice that the house was being filled with strange Indians until Mother spoke about it." Even lacking any clue as to what Mother said, one can scarcely fail to be impressed by the entire incident: the father reading, the Indians filing in, the mother choosing the words that would not alarm, the child duly recording the event and noting further that those particular Indians were not, "fortunately for us," hostile. Indians were simply part of the donnée.

In one guise or another, Indians always are. Again, it is a question of recognizing that anything worth having has its price. People who respect themselves are willing to accept the risk that the Indians will be hostile, that the venture will go bankrupt, that the liaison may not turn out to be one in which every day is a holiday because you’re married to me. They are willing to invest something of themselves; they may not play at all, but when they do play, they know the odds.

That kind of self-respect is a discipline, a habit of mind that can never be faked but can be developed, trained, coaxed forth. It was once suggested to me that, as an antidote to crying, I put my head in a paper bag. As it happens, there is a sound physiological reason, something to do with oxygen, for doing exactly that, but the psychological effect alone is incalculable: it is difficult in the extreme to continue fancying oneself Cathy in Wuthering Heights with one's head in a Food Fair bag. There is a similar case for all the small disciplines, unimportant in themselves; imagine maintaining any kind of swoon, commiserative or carnal, in a cold shower.

But those small disciplines are valuable only insofar as they represent larger ones. To say that Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton is not to say that Napoleon might have been saved by a crash program in cricket; to give formal dinners in the rain forest would be pointless did not the candlelight flickering on the liana call forth deeper, stronger disciplines, values instilled long before. It is a kind of ritual, helping us to remember who and what we are. In order to remember it, one must have known it.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which, for better or for worse, constitutes self-respect, is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference. If we do not respect ourselves, we are on the one hand forced to despise those who have so few resources as to consort with us, so little perception as to remain blind to our fatal weaknesses. On the other, we are peculiarly in thrall to everyone we see, curiously determined to live out—since our self-image is untenable—their false notions of us. We flatter ourselves by thinking this compulsion to please others an attractive trait: a gift for imaginative empathy, evidence of our willingness to give. Of course we will play Francesca to Paolo, Brett Ashley to Jake, Helen Keller to anyone's Annie Sullivan: no expectation is too misplaced, no rôle too ludicrous. At the mercy of those we can not but hold in contempt, we play rôles doomed to failure before they are begun, each defeat generating fresh despair at the necessity of divining and meeting the next demand made upon us.

It is the phenomenon sometimes called alienation from self. In its advanced stages, we no longer answer the telephone, because someone might want something; that we could say no without drowning in self-reproach is an idea alien to this game. Every encounter demands too much, tears the nerves, drains the will, and the spectre of something as small as an unanswered letter arouses such disproportionate guilt that one's sanity becomes an object of speculation among one's acquaintances. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves—there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.

#joan didion #self respect #article #commonplace #words

[luvrrish]

okay but like style by taylor swift is basically rhett abbot x church girl especially the line

"you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt. and I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt"

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x female reader #lewis pullman #robert floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #hangman top gun #glen powell #monica barbaro #phoenix #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller

[stcories]

I love how Kent lives in a place that’s so comic-bookish in itself like this costumed ghoul from who knows where just swoops in and takes out the mob boss running their town, becomes Goodneighbor’s Mayor overnight and watches over the entire town to keep them safe 

Kent’s got a good measure of fear of Hancock because the rumored reputation isn’t just all talk like everyone else in the town but if he doesn’t hold a deep respect for him. his short lived speeches assuring goodneighbor that change is coming on the radio were inspired by the old silver shroud radio shows and comics but he could believe in what he was saying because he’d seen what hancock does on the balcony, this costumed vigilante dealing out swift justice inspiring this town of misfits 

#hc|| where would the shroud be without his faithful friend rhett reinhart #jlf how your companions react to the ss's larping always gets me #[x.6 disliked that]

[chemicalalice]

Den Of Thieves

Ray Merrimen x F!Reader X Benny "Borracho" Magalon Down the Rabbit Hole | Part 2 |- It was an inevitability you should have seen coming. Explicit. 18+ only.

Ray Merrimen x F!Reader Adrenaline - Post-heist energy needs to be worked off…somehow. Explicit. 18+ only.

Benny "Borracho" Magalon x F!Reader Homecoming - Benny at home after a bad day. A small, extremely fluffy, pretty angsty, slice-of-life, with soft!Benny

Triple Frontier

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x F!Reader That Which is Hidden in Your Heart - Truthfully, you had always preferred Will to Santi, and yet, here you were. Explicit. 18+ only.

William "Ironhead" Miller x F!Reader Beer Club - At the bi-weekly Beer Club, Benny tries to set you up. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

Benny Miller x F!Reader The Gloves Stay On - It was hard to predict what would and wouldn't get Benny going. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen x F!Reader Leap of Faith - Daemon Targaryen had a reputation. One that did not lend well to trust. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

Outer Range

Luke Tillerson x F!Reader Family Affairs - Family drama threatens to destroy what little Luke has with you. Kinktober 2022.Explicit. 18+ only.

Play For Keeps -Luke doesn't think of you as a prize to be won. But his brother does. Kinktober 2022.Explicit. 18+ only.

Rhett Abbott x F!Reader In Stillness - Rhett's rodeo life is loud and fast. He craves stillness. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

Lines of Communication - It wasn't Rhett's fault that women were always approaching him. But try telling that to your heart. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

Stars in Your Eyes - Rhett is a good man. It is about time someone told him so. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

My Favorite Mistake - Maybe he was the one mistake you would continue to make. Kinktober 2023. Explicit. 18+ only.

Top Gun Maverick

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader The Greater Good - Sometimes you needed to do difficult things for the greater good of all. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Reader x Robert 'Bob' Floyd Steer the Course - Bob never thought he would ever find himself sleeping with a friend's girlfriend. He can't figure out why Jake wants it. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

Extraction

Tyler Rake x F!Reader All My Words in a Touch - He was a hard man, living a hard life, in a hard world. Words weren't easy. Kinktober 2022. Explicit. 18+ only.

Star Wars

Kylo Ren x F!Reader It's Not My Love You'll Drown In - You could only reject Kylo Ren so many times. Kinktober 2023. Explicit. 18+ only.

Kinktober 2022 Master List

Kinktober 2023 Master List

#masterlist #chemy writes

[bobgasm]

the lonely hearts club masterlist

RHETT ABBOTT X OFC! FAITH JONES

SINGLE DAD!AU

summary: in which rhett’s twin daughters initiate a plan to get their dad and their swim instructor together warnings: fluff, mutual pining, meddling kids, rom-com vibes, eventual smut, nsfw [18+ only], word count: [tbd]

author’s note: i just want to say a huge thank you to @attapullman for being a willing sounding board while i talked through this fic and planned it out. ur amazing and i love you so much ♥️♥️♥️

coming soon | masterlist

oneshots

✞ unholy

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x ofc #rhett abbott x oc #single dad!rhett #single dad!rhett abbott #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fanfic #rhett abbott fanfiction #single dad!au #*tlhc

[3tabbiesandalab]

Old Cowboy Sayings (Part 3)

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Prologue  Part 1  Part 2 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.

She’s a long one 5K+ words. Time to give our poor boy a happy ending.

Trigger Warnings - Mention of suicide.

Contains SMUT 18+

……

The night the sheriff took Perry away, was difficult and left a lot of trauma behind. But if you remove the object from a horse’s hoof that’s causing the problem, the pain gets better, and the horse is no longer lame. The same could be said for the removal of Perry from the Abbott Ranch and the eventual effect on Rhett and his family.

His brother left without a fight, defeated by Amy’s rejection of him and was prosecuted with assault and manslaughter, the victim of the hit an’ run unfortunately passing away. His DNA also ended up matching a couple of other out-of-state unsolved cases that even Rhett’s parents didn’t know about and when he admitted to accidently killing Rebecca, even Cecelia and her forgiving church values, no longer wanted anything to do with him and he was cut from their lives for good.

Letters would come from time to time, statements from the court, psychiatric evaluations, and handwritten ones for Amy that she never opened and chose to destroy. Amy became glued to YFN, and Rhett encouraged the bond, especially when she learned of what happened to her mother.

Rhett thought his niece was amazing, she had been through so much. But just like YFN, she was strong and resilient.

Rhett’s grandfather had an old cowboy saying, ‘Cowgirls know their buckle don’t shine in the dirt.’ and that was Amy and YFN to a tee. They got up and dusted themselves off after everything. It took time and work though, YFN took both her and Amy to therapy in the city to help them through. Rhett drove them but wouldn’t partake, his healing was done out on the land, in the saddle.

Aside from Amy, Royal struggled the most, because of Rebecca’s death and Amy’s grief. Rhett knew he had a soft spot for his sister-in-law and for his granddaughter, so knowing the truth and watching Amy’s pain, was difficult for him and caused his moods to fluctuate.

He withdrew, got angry and was sometimes confused, rambling about some magical hole in the Western pasture. Rhett, YFN and Cecelia had guessed whatever was in those psychiatric evaluations from the court about Perry was probably something passed down from his father, but Royal didn’t drink as much, he didn’t raged at them and would never hurt the girls, so they let him be.

When YFN first came to the ranch, Royal would call her ‘girl’ like she was something on the bottom of his boots. But he had come to respect and care about her in his own way and sometimes when Amy and YFN were helping out Royal when he was mixed up or muddled, he’d thank ‘his girls’.

Rhett didn’t mind, he thought of Amy and YFN as ‘his girls’ too. His relationship with Royal had changed in its own way, but nothing was ever said out aloud. The change noticed when he supported him at rodeos, joined Rhett on a silent ride on the ranch or the subtle step back to allow him to take over as the head of the Abbott family.

Cecelia dealt with her own demons as well. Her extreme guilt over the past lead to a crisis of faith for her. YFN’s own mother had been religious and although she didn’t practice herself, she encouraged Cecelia to return to her church for help.  YFN and Amy sometimes joined his mother in support and Rhett even showed up to the occasionally service for her. And even though the congregation gawked at him and YFN teased him that he might burst into flames just for entering the building, it was worth it to see Cecelia trying to find peace.

Relinquishing the business side of the ranch was hard on Cecelia too, so YFN and Rhett did their best and involved her or asked for advice. With her and Royal’s experience, YFN’s smarts and Rhett’s plans, they had managed to turn the Abbott Ranch back around quickly, despite all they were going through.

YFN had her own healing to do too. She’d escaped her old life that was haunted by memories of her mamma’s suicide and her daddy’s role in it. Coming to the Abbott ranch was supposed to be a fresh start, but she found herself amongst another shit show of a family and was traumatised by what one of them did to her.

Rhett didn’t know too much about how women felt after something like that happened to them. But he did the best he could to support YFN and respected any boundaries she had. The shrink helped some, but Rhett made sure he took her on long rides for no other reason but just to be in the saddle and breathe. That was his version of therapy.

The hard work of running the ranch and supporting his family, gave YFN a focus and some stability. She spent quality time with Amy, and was even involved at her school, mainly to cut those down who were judging Rhett’s niece for the actions of her father.  Once the small town got to know ‘the girl who’d tamed the Abbott boy’, they saw how special she was they gave their support and friendship to her and that helped her move forward too.

Sometimes some of the more judgemental people would ask YFN why she stayed with the mess that was Rhett Abbott. But she quoted an old cowboy saying from her mamma. ‘Storms make trees take deeper roots.’ she’d tell them. That Rhett was a good man, despite what he’d been through, and she had never loved anyone as much as she loved him.

Rhett was not the troubled soul that he once was. He now was ironically, the most well-adjusted member of his immediate family, not that was much considering the state they were in. Rhett still drank, but he’d curbed it, not needing to drown his emptiness. And he still got into fights, but most of the time it was because he saw red if a man touched YFN without her consent.

The responsibility of the ranch gave him the purpose and direction Rhett used to lack. With the absence of Perry, he wasn’t resigned or resentful to his lot in life. Rhett tried to make something of himself and worked on restoring his reputation. That was difficult at first in a small town as the brother of a murderer plus his own history of trouble.

Fortunately, being a hard-working ranch owner who kept their accounts paid and having a no-nonsense woman like YFN by his side helped. Rhett had also found consistent success with his bull riding, now he was no longer weighed down as much, so being the local rodeo hero didn’t hurt either. And the occasional visit to Cecelia’s church showed people that Rhett wasn’t exactly going to burn in hell anymore.

He wasn’t lonely or empty and didn’t feel like a mediocre, disappointment to himself or his family anymore. Rhett knew the one thing that had really made the difference to his life was YFN. And he loved her more than anything.

……

Rhett loved having YFN as his woman. They were a good team on the ranch, balanced the strengths and weaknesses of one other and that easily transferred into their relationship. He enjoyed spending time together outside of the work and he loved to listen to her talk and laugh about anything.

They knew how each other felt, he never got sick of hearing YFN telling him. And even though Rhett had been a man of few words in the past, he always made sure YFN how much knew he loved her.

But the on very first day of being together, YFN had been assaulted, so an intimate relationship was tough for her at first. The night that it happened, she had held on to Rhett terrified and needed the comfort his arms brought. But once the adrenaline wore off, YFN had found it difficult to be touched with the exception of Amy who clung to her until she felt comfortable enough to let go.

Rhett had only had the barest of kisses and a few hours of holding her, so he craved it, needed it like oxygen, and he’d never felt like that before. But he would never push her, so respected YFN’s boundaries and let her set the pace of their physical relationship.

The pace was a little slow at first though.

YFN touched Rhett with small gestures at first. She pushed his hair back when it fell into his eyes or reached for his hand and would link their fingers together. Once she was comfortable, she’d wrap her arms around him and kiss him sweetly with her soft lips. Rhett waited patiently and once he was sure YFN was ok with it, he started to reach for her and initiate things. He would always ask first and made sure she could see what he was doing, so she could stop him if she needed.

It wasn’t long until they kissed all the time.

When it started to get a bit more heated Rhett would get so fucking turned on, he’d have to break away with an apology and an aching cock. YFN looked as affected as him, but Rhett wanted her to be sure and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her. And to make sure he didn’t combust while he waited, he touched himself all the fucking time.

Part of him was grateful for the pace. In his only other relationship with Maria, there’d been no hand holding and every touch lead straight to fucking. He’d never experienced real intimacy with anyone before, and he wanted everything with YFN.

……

A few months after YFN’s assault, Rhett was grooming the horses in the stables one day. He hadn’t always had much luck with people respecting and caring about him, but he had always had a good relationship with his horses. Rhett ran his hand gently over Whiskey, and she headbutted him affectionately as he rested his head on hers.

YFN’s honey voice filled the stables “You know there’s a saying ‘You can tell how a man will treat his woman by the way he treats his horse’.”

Rhett smiled at her as she walked over and stood next to him and started stroking Whiskey. He noticed YFN was wearing a short dress, first time she’d worn one since…

He shook the dark thought out of his head, “You look pretty.” he said simply.

YFN looked at Rhett lovingly “Thank you. You know you treat me like you do Whiskey.” she said combing her fingers through her mane, “You respect and love her. You’re gentle and make sure you don’t spook her. You’re such a good man Rhett.”

It was her way of acknowledging that Rhett had respected her boundaries and let her set the pace.

“I just wanna make sure you’re ready.” he said gently.

“And what if I’m ready now?” YFN stepped closer into his space as she spoke softly.

Rhett sucked in a breath as her hands moved to his chest and she slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt. 

“I wanted you for a lotta months before what happened, and I never really stopped. Thank you giving me the time and respectin’ me. You’ve been so patient baby.” she whispered.

Rhett stayed still as YFN finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran her hands over his chest, one of them drew patterns over his tattoo, “But we’ve waited long enough don’t you think?���

Rhett didn’t hesitate.

He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her. YFN’s mouth moved with his and when he traced her bottom lip with his tongue, and she parted her lips and moaned when Rhett’s tongue found hers. They kissed deeply until YFN broke it and pushed him backwards into the spare stall, laughing playfully when he stumbled.

Rhett smirked at her as he flipped their position and pinned her against the wall and kissed her thoroughly, one hand threaded into her hair. He nipped at her neck as his fingers played with the neckline of her dress.

He’d spent a lot of time imagining what her full tits would look and feel like, so he was desperate to get his hands and mouth on them.

“This ok?” Rhett asked and YFN nodded. He pulled the top of her dress down and groaned when he saw she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You fixin’ to kill me?” he said voice low and gravelly, and he held their weight in his hands and squeezed. They were fucking perfect. And YFN moaned loudly as he took a nipple in his mouth.

“Shh sweetheart. As much as I love those pretty noises, my family’s ‘round ‘ere somewhere.” Rhett chuckled as he sucked on her other nipple.

“I sent ‘em to town.” she said breathlessly, and she ran her hand down his taught stomach and grabbed his cock through his jeans.

Rhett grunted “Fuck. Can I… Can I make you feel good.”

“I sure hope so.” YFN grinned.

Rhett chuckled shaking his head at his cheeky girl. He dropped to his knees and ran his hands up YFN’s legs and paused just before the hem of her dress, “You sure babygirl?”

YFN keened at the new name and responded by bunching up her dress in her hands and baring herself to him.

Rhett practically choked when he saw she wasn’t wearing underneath. His fucking cheeky girl. His cock was rock hard and it ached.

YFN smirked and held a foil packet between her fingers and flicked it on the ground near him. “I always like to be prepared.” she said as she bit her lip.

Rhett laughed lightly “Fuck I love you sweetheart.” and he pressed his nose into her and groaned as he inhaled her musky sent.

“I love yooo…” YFN’s words turned into a moan as Rhett started licking her pussy and she grabbed his head tightly and hands pulled at his hair.

Rhett knew he was good at sex, but he hadn’t gone down on a girl in a long time, just quick fucks to forget his pain. But his face between YFN’s legs was something he’d had been thinking about a lot. Rhett put one of her legs over his shoulder and devoured her like a man possessed, using her pretty noises as cues on what she liked. And when he pressed his fingers into her tight, wet pussy for the first time, he nearly came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

YFN whimpered incoherently and as he worked her towards her high. She cried out when she orgasmed, and Rhett moaned as she clenched around his fingers and drenched his chin. He couldn’t help himself, he sucked her clit and pumped into her until she begged for him to stop.

Rhett looked up at YFN. Her skin was flushed, hair mussed up, her pink lips were swollen, and her eyes were shining.

She had never looked more beautiful.

And he told her so.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

A dopey smile graced her face as she came down from her high.

“Sorry I hadn’t said it ‘fore sweetheart.” he said softly.

“You’re beautiful too you know baby.” she said as she pulled on his head to get him to stand.

Rhett felt himself blush at that. He’d had women tell him all kinds of filthy things, but her sweet words made him fucking blush.

He laughed at the thought “I ain’t been that called that ‘fore.”

“I’m gonna call you that every day if I get to see you flush all pretty pink like that.” she giggled and kissed him not caring that she tasted herself as she worked to open his belt and jeans.

Rhett helped her as they kissed messily and he lowered his jeans and YFN took his thick cock in her hand and stroked him, “I fuckin’ knew you’d go commando.” she purred.

Rhett sucked in a breath as she rolled her thumb across the head of his hard dick.

“Babygirl I ain’t gonna last if you keep doing that.” he choked out and she released him and picked up the condom packet, tearing it open with her teeth and rolled it onto his length.

Rhett backed YFN against the wall again and hooked one of her legs around his hip and he slowly pushed himself into her tight pussy. Her pussy was so warm and wet, and she clenched around him.

“Fuuuck.” he moaned as he filled her all the way.

Rhett started fucking her slowly and deliberately at first, then sped up spurred on by YFN’s pretty sounds.

“I ain’t gonna… I gotta… gotta fuck you hard…please.” he pleaded as he thrust into her.

“Yesss. Fuck me please Rhett.” YFN begged.

Rhett grabbed YFN’s hips and lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, her boots digging into his bare ass. They kissed sloppily as he snapped his hips into her fast and hard.

YFN’s hot mouth sucked on his neck and Rhett felt tell-tale tingle in the base of his spine. He felt the walls of her pussy start to tighten and she moaned loudly into his neck “Cum for me baby.”

Her clenching walls and the words against his skin pushed Rhett over the edge. He let out a deep groan as the orgasm hit him, YFN’s tight heat clamping down on him as she came with him. His body shook both from cumming so hard and holding YFN up, so pulled out and slowly put her down.

Rhett removed the condom and tossed it on the ground. He stood there in a daze with mussed hair and flushed skin, his softening cock out hanging out, and his jeans around his ankles, bare ass showing. He must have looked a fucking sight.

YFN’s fucked out eyes lazily flicked over him and she lifted an eyebrow “You good?” she said with a sly smile.

Rhett laughed because she looked wild too, dress bunched up and the top pulled down, full tits on display. He pulled up his jeans and ran a hand through his messy hair. Rhett stepped closer to her again and fixed her dress, combed his fingers through her hair and kissed her softly and sweetly.

“Thank you for waitin’ for me, followin’ my lead.” YFN said tenderly.

Rhett nodded “I’ll follow you anywhere sweetheart. Thank you for trustin’ me.”

YFN smiled at him “I trust you with everythin’.” she said sincerely.

Whiskey whinnied in the stall next to them and they both laughed, forgetting she’d been there the whole time.

Rhett grinned at YFN “I ain’t gonna be able to keep my hands off you now, you know.”

“I’m countin’ on it.” YFN said and smiled widely.

Rhett took her hand and laced their fingers together and they walked out of the stables. “Don’t know ‘bout you but I’m starvin’.” he said.

“I thought you just ate.” YFN replied innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Your gonna be the death of me woman.” Rhett grunted and smacked her ass.

YFN giggled and tried to get away from him and tripped, landing in a small pile of dry manure on the ground. She laughed loudly as got up and as she tried to wipe of the chunks of it off her dress.

“I must look a sight now.” YFN laughed.

“You’re still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Rhett said honestly.

He gave her a wry smile “You do smell like shit though.”

Her melodic laugh that followed was the sweetest sound, and Rhett felt fortunate that he was the one responsible for it.

……

Since that day in the stables, Rhett and YFN struggled to keep their hands off each other. A quick fuck when they were supposed to be working, his dick in her mouth in the bathroom at the bar or taking their time to make love slowly at night in the loft. Rhett loved every moment with her, and he burnt each one into his mind so he would never forget.

But the first time YFN saw Rhett bull riding, was one of his fucking favourite memories of her. He’d been riding well again and YFN claimed she didn’t want to be bad luck, so she never had watched him. But he’d been invited to a top tier PBR competition and his whole family was coming to watch, so Rhett got Amy to beg her, knowing YFN couldn’t say no to his niece.

Rhett’s first ride was decent, he made the 8, got style points on the board and he felt great. He looked up to his family in the crowd, Cecelia and Amy cheered and a small smile graced Royal’s face. But Rhett would never forget the look on YFN. She sat still, face flushed and her mouth in the shape a little ’o’ in surprise. Rhett was a little concerned that watching him had upset her, but then he saw her bite her lip and her blush travelled down her neck towards her tits. She shifted in her seat and subtly rubbed her thighs together. She was not upset, she fucking liked it.

After his second ride, Rhett tried to find YFN and had to ignore the advances of a couple of tarted up, handsy ‘buckle bunnies’, while he searched for her. He saw YFN as she walked over and she was the complete opposite of the women he used to go for. She was fucking gorgeous.

YFN smiled widely at him, her eyes shining until she saw one of the girl’s hand run down his chest. Rhett brushed the hand away but YFN’s expression had changed. She was jealous. Fuck was it a turn on.

YFN pushed past the women, pulled Rhett to her, and kissed him hard.

“Ah honey, he’s taken.” one of the ‘bunnies’ huffed.

“Yeah, he is taken huunney, by me.” YFN said drawing out the nickname sarcastically.

“I don’t see a ring or a cowboy hat on you.” and both women snickered at her.

“Not yet, but he’s mine, so spread the fuckin’ word.” she spat.

He had never seen YFN so possessive, and it was so fucking sexy.

Jesus. He needed to be inside her now. Thank fuck he had a while till his next ride.

Rhett grabbed YFN’s hand and dragged her towards his truck. “That’s the hottest thing I ever saw.” he growled.

He looked at her and she was as turned on as he was, her eyes wild with want. Rhett groaned at the sight and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. YFN squeaked, then laughed loudly as he practically sprinted to his truck.

Once they were in the front seat, Rhett placed his Stetson on the passenger side and YFN straddled him and they kissed each other fiercely while she ground herself on the hard cock in his jeans.

“Gotta put a ring on your finger, so everyone knows your mine.” YFN said breathlessly as shimmed out of her shorts and panties best she could in the cramped space, leaving them dangle from one ankle.

Fuck yes he wanted that. To have YFN as his wife.

“You proposin’?” he asked, scrambling to undo the fly of his jeans, and free his aching dick.

“No baby, that’ll be on you.” she gasped as Rhett rubbed his fingers over her pussy and he grunted when he felt how wet she was.

“I will. Don’t you worry. How ‘bout for now, I just mark you up real pretty so everyone knows your mine.” he murmured in her neck as he sucked on skin to leave little bruise.

“Or you could cum inside me. That’d make me yours.” YFN cried as he fucked his fingers into her.

Rhett let out a deep rumbling groan.

“Fuckin’ hell yes. You know ain’t done that ‘fore. You want me to fill up your sweet little pussy? You gonna watch me ride while you’re full of my cum?” he growled.

YFN whimpered and nodded as she rocked on his hand, as his fingers pumped her pussy.

“God I want to so bad. I know we’re clean sweetheart but what if I knock you up?” Rhett asked as he watched her beautiful face while she chased her high.

“Then you’ll make the best daddy.” she moaned.

Rhett groaned loudly and removed his fingers “Please. Fuck. Get on my cock. I gotta fuckin’ put a baby in you.”

YFN lined herself up and sunk down on him and the tightness and heat of her pussy with nothing between made Rhett nearly blow his load right then. 

“Fuuuck!” he moaned loudly.

His fingers found her clit again, the other hand clutched at her hip tightly. YFN rode his dick hard, and he matched her movements with thrusts of his own.

Rhett started spewing out filthy things as she fucked him.

“Jesus babygirl. You feel so fuckin’ good takin’ me with nothin’ between us.”

YFN babbled words senselessly.

“That’s it’s fuck yourself on me. Gonna fill you up, plant my seed. Can’t wait to see you round with my baby.” 

Rhett quickened his movements on her clit and bucked up harder into her tight heat.

YFN let out a series of loud moans as she got closer.

“Fuck you’re taking me so well. Gonna be such a great mamma sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me so I can fill your pussy. You’re gonna take every last drop.” he whispered and nipped at the slope of her neck.

“Oh my god Rhett I’m gonna…” YFN whined, and Rhett felt her spasm and clamp down on his cock as her orgasm hit her.

Rhett slammed his hips up in to her hard.

“Fuck. YFN I…” Rhett choked out as he came and emptied himself into her tight heat.

He pumped into her for a few more seconds before stilling. YFN was breathing heavily, face flushed, lips red and puffy with a bead of sweat from her temple rolling down her face. 

God. She looked thoroughly fucked.

“Best ride of my life.” YFN said with a breathy laugh, and her pussy lightly clenched around his dick making Rhett groan a little.

“Oh sorry.” she giggled and went to move off him.

He grabbed her hips and kept her in place. “No gotta make sure it takes. You ain’t cleanin’ up neither. Gotta keep as much cum in you as we can.” Rhett grunted.

YFN gasped “Usually such a quiet boy. Who knew you got a real filthy streak hey?” she teased.

Rhett brought a hand up to push back the sweaty hair off her forehead. 

“First time I seen you jealous. Then you rode me bareback… I don’t think you know what you’ve done. I’m gonna fuck so many babies into you YFN.” he warned.

“Let’s just work on number one for now.” she said as Rhett reached for her panties and helped her as she lifted off him.

He laughed as he fixed up his jeans. He opened the truck door to let some air in once YFN had managed to pull her cut-offs back up.

“Do I look presentable. I gotta go sit with your family remember.” she said passing Rhett his hat, as they got out of the truck.

Rhett chucked at her “YFN, ain’t no way to sugarcoat it. You look like you’ve been fucked.”

“I guess it ain’t no worse than them catchin’ us at the ranch.” YFN said teasingly.

“I gotta go sweetheart. One more ride. He’s the hardest bull but I have a good feelin’ ‘bout it.” Rhett said as he gave YFN as short kiss and made a move to walk back to the arena.

He stopped after a couple of steps, turned and said “As soon as I’m done, we’re goin’ home. Gotta get your legs ‘around my shoulders. Reckon that’s the best way to fuck a baby into you.”

YFN gasped in surprise.

“Holy shit Rhett. You gotta mouth on you. Lucky you’re sweet to me. I better be an Abbott by the time I’m showin’ got it?” she said.

Rhett just winked at her with a wide smile.

……

The clocked ticked over, Rhett made the 8 and got awarded good style points on his third and final ride. That was the best ride of his life and he laughed aloud when he saw YFN cheering, because she’d just said that about her ride in his truck. The crowd went crazy and when he looked at the scoreboard, he had won.

Fuck it felt great.

Rhett gave the crowd a little wave in acknowledgement and jogged back to the gate and picked up his hat that had come off during the ride. He thanked his team and shook hands with the other riders. Rhett wandered through the well-wishing spectators to find his family.

Amy found him first, she ran over and jumped into his arms and cried “You won Uncle Rhett!” and he chuckled and gave her a big hug.

Cecelia patted Rhett’s cheek with affection as he released Amy from his arms.

Royal stood in front of him stoically and offered his hand to shake. Rhett took it and his father gripped it strongly “Proud of you son. For everythin’.” he said simply. 

Rhett nodded at him a little shocked because Royal hadn’t ever praised him with words before.

YFN observed their moment with a small smile and when Royal dropped Rhett’s hand, she stepped forward and embraced him.

“Everyone finally sees what I have all along.” she whispered into his ear while he hugged her tightly.

Rhett realised he was happy.  Fucking honest to god happiness. Something he thought he would never have. Winning a top tier rodeo, being in love, his family’s respect, and a successful ranch in his name. He knew he wouldn’t have had any of that without the beautiful woman in his arms.

Rhett was a quiet man and didn’t really like to be the centre of attention, but right now he couldn’t give a fuck.

He blocked out the people around them and took off his Stetson and got down on one knee.

He might be good at talking dirty, he’d been set off by the thought of breeding YFN. But when it came to feelings, he struggled with words, especially in front of a crowd. So he kept it simple.

“I’m fixin’ on marryin’ you, YFN. If you’ll have me?” Rhett asked, his voice trembled from the gravity of the moment.

YFN was surprised, but she smiled widely “You know I will Rhett Abbott.”

Rhett got up and placed his hat on her head like he’d promised himself he would one day. The significance of it wasn’t lost on YFN, she knew what it meant if a cowboy gave his hat to a woman.

“I love you so much… I ain’t got a diamond for you though.” he said softly.

YFN shook her head, her eyes filled with love. “I don’t need one. This is better.” she said as her fingers touched the brim of the hat.

Rhett kissed her, long and deep. And the crowd around them cheered. And a few ‘buckle bunnies’ whined.

YFN laughed lightly “Well they know who you belong to now.”

“I love you baby. Now go get your winnings champ so we can get on home and get to makin’ that baby.” she said quietly so only he could hear.

Rhett grinned and said “Yes ma’am.”

……

As Rhett drove his truck home from the rodeo, he looked over at YFN as she slept in the passenger seat, His hat on her head and he smiled to himself. Before YFN, Rhett’s life was mediocre at best and he wasn’t anything special; just a fucked-up, empty disappointment to himself and others. But she saw something in him, loved him and protected him and helped him to see what he could be. 

He loved her more than anything.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” YFN said groggily from beside him as she started to rouse.

Rhett chuckled at her sleepy voice and reached out his hand and found hers and laced their fingers together.

“You.” he said simply as he turned into the long driveway of the Abbott Ranch.

“You might look tough on the outside, but you’re sweet and soft in the middle aren’t you hmm...” YFN said teasingly.

Rhett smiled as he put the truck in park. He hopped out and ran around the front to open YFN’s door.

She smiled at him sweetly as she got out of the truck, leant against the door and said, “You know my mamma always said, ‘Find a man that works hard, uses their manners, rides a bull like there’s no tomorrow, and treats you like a queen’.”

Rhett looked at YFN and she smiled softly at him. He replied with the same thing as he always did “You always listen to your mamma?”

YFN laughed a little “I did this time and it worked out pretty perfect. You’re the best man I ever known.” she said fondly.

“I ain’t good with words sweetheart…” Rhett took a deep breath, stepped closer to her, and said softly “You came into my life and made me believe I was worth somethin’. You’re everythin’ YFN. So beautiful inside and out. Gonna make sure you always know that no hour of my life will ever be wasted with you by my side.”

YFN gazed at him lovingly “Wow. Rhett. That was…” she drifted off into a whisper and leant up and kissed him softly.

“Ain’t no good with words, my ass. You’re a fuckin’ poet. That gonna be your weddin’ vows? Not sure you can top that” YFN said sarcastically.

Rhett chuckled lightly and teased “Nah. We’re gonna stick with the traditional ones where you vow to obey me.”

YFN laughed heartily and taunted him “Well if you’re stickin’ to traditional, you can’t go knockin’ me until we’re married, can you now.”

Rhett smiled mischievously. “Now you know that ain’t happenin’ sweetheart. In fact I’m gonna fuck a baby into you right now.” he promised and picked YFN up bridal style and carried her to the loft as her sweet laugh filled the air.

The next day, Rhett and YFN went for an early ride through the trails of the Abbott Ranch. He stood behind her and held her in his arms as they watched the sun bleed over the land. He breathed deeply and inhaled the crisp air and YFN’s scent. 

God he was fucking happy. 

Rhett never thought he’d ever have this, ever deserve this feeling. It had been a long, hard, winding road to reach it and there’d be work to do to keep it. But now that he had it, he was never going to let it go.

……

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x reader #rhett #outer range #outer range fic #lewis pullman #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you

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FLYNN’S ROXANNE PLAYLIST  ( x ) 

a playlist created by flynn rider dedicated to roxanne martin. @brookepenelopedavis

 01. Golden Hour - Kacey Musgraves // 02. Butterflies - Kacey Musgraves // 03. Die A Happy Man - Thomas Rhett // 04. Small Town Boy - Dustin Lynch // 05 Redneck Love Song - Morgan Wallen // 06. Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton // 07. I Love You This Big - Scotty McCreery // 08. Making Memories Of Us - Keith Urban // 09. All I Want To Do - Sugarland // 10. Slow Dancing In A Parking Lot - Jordan Davis // 11. This Kiss - Faith Hill // 12. Got Your Name On It - Jade Eagleson // 13. Love Is A Wild Thing - Kacey Musgraves // 14. Yours - Russell Dickerson // 15. Give In To Me - Garrett Hedlund & Leighton Meester

#the way i spent all damn day listening to country songs to make this..... hate myself #re : flynn x roxanne #ch : flynn rider #edit

[ellewritesfix05]

If you’re doing requests, could I request a song fic? The song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett. Dean x OFC Faith, but at the end Faith knocks on his door, crying, and before he can say anything, she asks him if he’ll marry her.

Hi sweets! I’ll make sure to add this to my list. I’ll tag you once it’s posted! ☺️

#elle’s asks #deanswaywardgirl

[setinprovincialbohemia]

ON SELF-RESPECT 

Joan Didion (1961)

Once, in a dry season, I wrote in large letters across two pages of a notebook that innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. Although now, some years later, I marvel that a mind on the outs with itself should have nonetheless made painstaking record of its every tremor, I recall with embarrassing clarity the flavor of those particular ashes. It was a matter of misplaced self-respect.

I had not been elected to Phi Beta Kappa. This failure could scarcely have been more predictable or less ambiguous (I simply did not have the grades), but I was unnerved by it; I had somehow thought myself a kind of academic Raskolnikov, curiously exempt from the cause-effect relationships which hampered others. Although even the humorless nineteen-year-old that I was must have recognized that the situation lacked real tragic stature, the day that I did not make Phi Beta Kappa nonetheless marked the end of something, and innocence may well be the word for it. I lost the conviction that lights would always turn green for me, the pleasant certainty that those rather passive virtues which had won me approval as a child automatically guaranteed me not only Phi Beta Kappa keys but happiness, honor, and the love of a good man; lost a certain touching faith in the totem power of good manners, clean hair, and proved competence on the Stanford-Binet scale. To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplussed apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.

Although to be driven back upon oneself is an uneasy affair at best, rather like trying to cross a border with borrowed credentials, it seems to me now the one condition necessary to the beginnings of real self-respect. Most of our platitudes notwithstanding, self-deception remains the most difficult deception. The tricks that work on others count for nothing in that well-lit back alley where one keeps assignations with oneself; no winning smiles will do here, no prettily drawn lists of good intentions. One shuffles flashily but in vain through ones’ marked cards the kindness done for the wrong reason, the apparent triumph which involved no real effort, the seemingly heroic act into which one had been shamed. The dismal fact is that self-respect has nothing to do with the approval of others – who we are, after all, deceived easily enough; has nothing to do with reputation, which, as Rhett Butler told Scarlett O’Hara, is something people with courage can do without.

To do without self-respect, on the other hand, is to be an unwilling audience of one to an interminable documentary that deals one’s failings, both real and imagined, with fresh footage spliced in for every screening. There’s the glass you broke in anger, there’s the hurt on X’s face; watch now, this next scene, the night Y came back from Houston, see how you muff this one. To live without self-respect is to lie awake some night, beyond the reach of warm milk, the Phenobarbital, and the sleeping hand on the coverlet, counting up the sins of commissions and omission, the trusts betrayed, the promises subtly broken, the gifts irrevocably wasted through sloth or cowardice, or carelessness. However long we postpone it, we eventually lie down alone in that notoriously uncomfortable bed, the one we make ourselves. Whether or not we sleep in it depends, of course, on whether or not we respect ourselves.

To protest that some fairly improbably people, some people who could not possibly respect themselves, seem to sleep easily enough is to miss the point entirely, as surely as those people miss it who think that self-respect has necessarily to do with not having safety pins in one’s underwear. There is a common superstition that “self-respect” is a kind of charm against snakes, something that keeps those who have it locked in some unblighted Eden, out of strange beds, ambivalent conversations, and trouble in general. It does not at all. It has nothing to do with the face of things, but concerns instead a separate peace, a private reconciliation. Although the careless, suicidal Julian English inAppointment in Samara and the careless, incurably dishonest Jordan Baker in The Great Gatsby seem equally improbably candidates for self-respect, Jordan Baker had it, Julian English did not. With that genius for accommodation more often seen in women than men, Jordan took her own measure, made her own peace, avoided threats to that peace: “I hate careless people,” she told Nick Carraway. “It takes two to make an accident.”

Like Jordan Baker, people with self-respect have the courage of their mistakes. They know the price of things. If they choose to commit adultery, they do not then go running, in an access of bad conscience, to receive absolution from the wronged parties; nor do they complain unduly of the unfairness, the undeserved embarrassment, of being named co-respondent. In brief, people with self-respect exhibit a certain toughness, a kind of mortal nerve; they display what was once called character, a quality which, although approved in the abstract, sometimes loses ground to other, more instantly negotiable virtues. The measure of its slipping prestige is that one tends to think of it only in connection with homely children and United States senators who have been defeated, preferably in the primary, for reelection. Nonetheless, character – the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life – is the source from which self- respect springs.

Self-respect is something that our grandparents, whether or not they had it, knew all about. They had instilled in them, young, a certain discipline, the sense that one lives by doing things one does not particularly want to do, by putting fears and doubts to one side, by weighing immediate comforts against the possibility of larger, even intangible, comforts. It seemed to the nineteenth century admirable, but not remarkable, that Chinese Gordon put on a clean white suit and held Khartoum against the Mahdi; it did not seem unjust that the way to free land in California involved death and difficulty and dirt. In a diary kept during the winter of 1846, an emigrating twelve-yaer-old named Narcissa Cornwall noted coolly: “Father was busy reading and did not notice that the house was being filled with strange Indians until Mother spoke out about it.” Even lacking any clue as to what Mother said, one can scarcely fail to be impressed by the entire incident: the father reading, the Indians filing in, the mother choosing the words that would not alarm, the child duly recording the event and noting further that those particular Indians were not, “fortunately for us,” hostile. Indians were simply part of the donnee.

In one guise or another, Indians always are. Again, it is a question of recognizing that anything worth having has its price. People who respect themselves are willing to accept the risk that the Indians will be hostile, that the venture will go bankrupt, that the liaison may not turn out to be one in which every day is a holiday because you’re married to me. They are willing to invest something of themselves; they may not play at all, but when they do play, they know the odds.

That kind of self-respect is a discipline, a habit of mind that can never be faked but can be developed, trained, coaxed forth. It was once suggested to me that, as an antidote to crying, I put my head in a paper bag. As it happens, there is a sound physiological reason, something to do with oxygen, for doing exactly that, but the psychological effect alone is incalculable: it is difficult bin the extreme to continue fancying oneself Cathy in Wuthering Heights with ones head in a Food Fair bag. There is a similar case for all the small disciplines, unimportant in themselves; imagine maintaining any kind of swoon, commiserative or carnal, in a cold shower.

But those small disciplines are valuable only insofar as they represent larger ones. To say that Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton is not to say that Napoleon might have been saved by a crash program in cricket; to give formal dinners in the rain forest would be pointless did not the candlelight flickering on the liana call forth deeper, stronger disciplines, values instilled long before. It is a kind of ritual, helping us to remember who and what we are. In order to remember it, one must have known it.

To have that sense of one’s intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference. If we do not respect ourselves, we are the one hand forced to despise those who have so few resources as to consort with us, so little perception as to remain blind to our fatal weaknesses. On the other, we are peculiarly in thrall to everyone we see, curiously determined to live out – since our self-image is untenable – their false notion of us. We flatter ourselves by thinking this compulsion to please others an attractive trait: a gist for imaginative empathy, evidence of our willingness to give. Of course I will play Francesca to your Paolo, Helen Keller to anyone’s Annie Sullivan; no expectation is too misplaced, no role too ludicrous. At the mercy of those we cannot but hold in contempt, we play roles doomed to failure before they are begun, each defeat generating fresh despair at the urgency of divining and meeting the next demand made upon us.

It is the phenomenon sometimes called “alienation from self.” In its advanced stages, we no longer answer the telephone, because someone might want something; that we could say no without drowning in self-reproach is an idea alien to this game. Every encounter demands too much, tears the nerves, drains the will, and the specter of something as small as an unanswered letter arouses such disproportionate guilt that answering it becomes out of the question. To assign unanswered letters their proper weight, to free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves – there lies the great, the singular power of self-respect. Without it, one eventually discovers the final turn of the screw: one runs away to find oneself, and finds no one at home.

#joan didion #vogue

[sweetness47]

LOOK WHAT GOD GAVE HER

Pairing Jensen x reader

@spngenrebingo​ – free space

(This is AU, which means obviously, Jensen is single)

Based on the song “Look what God Gave Her” by Thomas Rhett

Final word count - 907

Warnings: PG…None really, fluff, love at first sight, smitten Jensen, language

We’d just finished shooting another episode, and had gone for drinks as usual. Misha and Jared were at a booth, while I bought the first round. I paid the bartender, took the three bottles, and went to sit down.

We were laughing about a gag Misha had played on Jared and I earlier when she walked in. Suddenly the room vanished, and the only thing I saw was her. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Fuck! I felt like a damn teenager.

I don’t know if it was the way she carried herself, the ease with which she moved, like she owned the world. Did she realize just how perfect she even was? I looked around the bar, watching all the other guys take her in, then watching their hopes fleet away as she totally ignores their advances, their offers to buy her drinks, dance with her.

She catches my gaze for a moment and she gives me a wink and a smile before joining her friends. I hoped I wasn’t drooling like a lovesick puppy.

Jared nudged my arm. “You gonna come back to earth? Or are you actually going to go and talk to her. She’s ignored every other guy in here except you.”

Misha snorted. “Fifty bucks says she walks out before you say hi.”

I grinned. “You’re on pretty boy.”

I had a plan.

It just happened to be Karaoke night, one of my personal favorites. As I walked to the stage, I observed the other patrons, noting the women not sitting at her table were almost jealous of the attention she was pulling from their dates. And she wasn’t even trying.

I knew exactly which song I was going to do. But, instead of karaoke, I was going to sing and play with the band. I talked to the band members about the song, making sure they knew it, then I grabbed a guitar and tested the cords. I looked in her direction, and she was looking directly at me with keen interest. I had her hooked.

The music starts as I count it down. Then I start:

Don't even want the attention

But yeah, that's all that she's getting

Her song is on and she's spinning around, yeah

She got me drunk like Corona

Heart racing like it's Daytona

Ooh, I'm in Heaven, I swear, right now

 And those eyes can hypnotize

Was designed to blow my mind

 Look what God gave her

How perfect He made her

She walks in the room

It's like He answered my prayers

The way that she moves

How could anybody blame her?

I know she's got haters

But it ain't her fault, nah

Look what God gave her

 I smile and she has the decency to blush. She knows the song is for her. Her friends are whispering to her excitedly, and up till that moment, I’m pretty sure she didn’t know who I was. The next verse starts and she winks at me again. Line.

 It's like I heard angels singing

Like she came down from the ceiling

When she walked in here this evening, I thought, yeah

That girl one in seven billion

Got everyone in here feeling

Like there's a fire in this building, so hot

 Got a smile on her angel face

I know I'll never lose my faith

 Look what God gave her

How perfect He made her

She walks in the room

It's like He answered my prayers

The way that she moves

How could anybody blame her?

I know she's got haters

But it ain't her fault, nah

Look what God gave her

 I take this opportunity to glance over at a highly amused Jared, and a slightly bewildered Misha. I chuckle as I once again look at my angel and finish the song.

 Got that look in her eyes

Swear she fell right out the sky

Yeah, I think I've seen the light

Every kiss, I could die

It's like the heavens opened wide

Man, I swear I've seen the light

 Look what God gave her

How perfect He made her

She walks in the room

It's like He answered my prayers

The way that she moves

How could anybody blame her?

I know she's got haters

But it ain't her fault, nah

Look what God gave her

 Uuh, uh

UUh, look what God gave her

(Look what God gave her)

Uuh, uh

Oh yeah, look what God gave her

 She’s off her seat as I finish, friends forgotten as she makes her way to the stage. Sinker.

“Hi.” She says softly. Damn, she’s shy and yet so vibrant. “I’m YN.”

She offers me her hand, so I take it. “Jensen.” Sparks fly between us as we shake hands. And fuck, my body is in pure heaven. My mind forgets how to focus. “Can I buy you a drink? Dinner? House? Wedding?”

She giggles as I realize that I’m babbling like a schoolboy. My cheeks are crimson as I clear my throat. “Uh, I mean, can I buy you a drink?”

She nods. “I’d like that. And dinner, and the house, and the wedding. But the drink first.”

I never believed in love at first sight till that night.

@legion1993​ @akshi8278​

#spngenrebingo