#royal abbott

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Fertility Field (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett decide to have some fun in the back field but you have no idea that it's been the Abbott family fuck spot for generations

Warnings: Smut, implied smut, several generations of fucking, trying for a kid, pet discipline etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @sebsxphia

You moaned loudly as Rhett thrust himself in and out of you, attacking your neck, his animalistic grunting and groaning obscene as it married together with your own noises.

"C'mon baby," he growled. "C'mon I know you've got it in ya, c'mon and cum for daddy!"

His big hands pawed along your thighs and with one more thrust, you both released onto and into each other, panting and out of breath as you came to rest, one on top of the other.

"Holy fuck," Rhett panted. "You're amazing baby."

You giggled a little as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you rest against him.

************************************

Cecelia quietly sang along to "Mule Skinner Blues" as it played from the little bluetooth speaker on the counter near the coffee machine. Dinner prep may not have been hers or anyone's favorite part of the day, but at least she had some time to herself and could enjoy most of the peace and quiet before everyone came in for the night.

The peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the opening of a door and the sudden barking of a small dog in the living room. "Hey!" Cecelia shouted. "Shut the fuck up Alberto! You're ok."

Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog leapt from the couch to go and beg for scritches from Royal who hung his hat on the hook and kicked off his boots near the rack.

"Somethin smells pretty good sugar bear," he remarked, Alberto's barking having reached fever pitch.

"Here," Cecelia said, handing him the cardboard paper towel roll. "Use this if you need to."

Luckily, Royal only had to snap his fingers and the little dog sat right down, his little batlike ears pricking straight up and his tail thumping on the floor. "Quit bein a little turd Alberto, nobody wants to hear it," Royal told him.

Alberto yawned and followed him into the kitchen, hopping up onto one of the seats as Royal wrapped his arms around Cecelia and kissed her cheek. "Any idea where (y/n) and Rhett are at?" he asked.

"Nope," Cecelia answered. "Last I heard they were goin for a ride into town and haven't seen head or tail of'em since."

With those last words, the door creaked open and shut once again, Alberto's barking starting again. "Alberto! For shit's sake, knock it off!" Rhett ordered. "I will stick ya'll downstairs so fuckin fast......!"

Alberto finally quit his yapping when you came over to give him scritches behind the ears. You went upstirs to wash up for dinner, hobbling and limping just a little bit, the same going for Rhett.

"You two ok?" Cecelia asked, trying to hide the smile that threatened to crawl across her face.

"M'fine, Ma," Rhett answered. "Why?"

"Well for one thing you and (y/n) were walkin a little funny."

"Walked into a fencepost in the back field Ma," Rhett told her.

"Sure ya did," Royal chuckled as he stirred the pot of meatballs simmering in the marinara sauce. "There ain't no fence near there and hasn't been since the day your Ma and I moved here."

"Wait, which field?" Cecelia asked Rhett.

"Um......the back one near the river towards the north pasture," Rhett answered hesitantly.

Cecelia's eyes went wide and Royal started laughing. "Oh my God," he laughed. "No way, ain't no fuckin way ya'll walked into a fencepost."

"Dad what the hell's so funny?" Rhett asked him.

"Rhett that field was the same field your Ma and I did the nasty in when we were tryin to have you?"

"OH MY GOD!!! DAD WHY??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS???!!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tellin ya because that's where at least four generations of Abbotts were conceived," Royal told him. "Including you and Perry."

"Perry wasn't conceived there," Cecelia reminded him.

"He wasn't?" Royal asked.

"Nah, Perry was conceived in the back seat of your '76 Firebird," Cecelia told him. "I remember because that was the night we went to the drive-in to see 'Conan The Barbarian.'"

"Oh fucking damnit," Rhett said, making a gagging noise.

"What's going on down here?" you asked. "Did I miss something."

"Nope, nope, change of subject," Rhett answered.

"Oh we were just tellin Rhett that ya'll might've stumbled on mine and Royal's favorite fuck spot," Cecelia answered.

You shrieked a little, laughing at the traumatized and exasperated look on your husband's face. The four of you had a good laugh about it over dinner, not daring to say a word in front of Amy lest she repeat it outside of the house.

Yet Royal and Cecelia hadn't been wrong when they had said that a little adventure in the so called "fertility field" would work, for a few days later, you and Rhett were all too happy to find out that Amy would be the proudest big sister in Wabang.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

[everything-i-love-in-life]

“This you?”

“Not that I recall.”

#lewis pullman #outer range #rhett abbott #royal abbott #autumn #josh brolin

[broketraveler87]

#outer range #josh brolin #lewis pullman #royal abbott #rhett abbott #outer range season 2 #Youtube

[primroseluna]

Me seeing the Outer Range season 2 trailer

#outer range #lewis pullman #rhett abbott #royal abbott #amy abbott #billy tillerson #luke tillerson #outer range season 2 #this is my dog benjen

[basiccortez]

Keep The Wolves Away- R. Abbott

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought they were broken up.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit-” “I’m sor-” 

“Rhett?” 

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

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

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

— — — 

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

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

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

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

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

“Over there with that fucking Tillerson boy.” 

“Why did she come back?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, c-can you move?” Y/N rushed out, her voice breaking. Luke moved quickly, feeling the urgency radiating off her body. As soon as Luke was out of the booth, she quickly stood to her feet and ran for the door. 

“The hell was that about?” Billy asked, looking from his brother to the door of the bar. Luke just shrugged and shook his head sitting back down. 

On the other side of the bar, Rhett noticed her leaving quickly. He excused himself from Brooks and Perry, and made his way towards the same path she did. She must’ve moved fast cause when Rhett got outside there was no sign of her. He looked around the dark parking lot and sighed. 

‘What am I even doing? She’s fucking engaged,’ He thought to himself, ‘She’s engaged and. . . throwing up on the side of the building’ 

“Holy shit,” Rhett said to himself and shuffled over to her, as she was bent over and throwing up. She had one hand on the side of the wall to brace herself as her other hand held back her hair from her face. “You okay?” He called out to her as he approached. What a dumb fucking question. . . 

“Y-yeah I’m fine!” Y/N answered. She stood up straight and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, “Just the smell in there is. . .” 

“Gross?” Rhett asked, finishing her sentence. She nodded and turned to look at him. Her eyes were even more beautiful than he remembered, even if they were bloodshot and red from her getting sick. He took a step closer to her but stopped when he heard Luke calling her name. 

“Babe?!” Luke said, brushing past Rhett and grabbing her face gently, “What happened? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” Y/N said. 

“Did you get sick?” 

“No-” “Yeah.” Rhett and her said at the same time. Luke looked over his shoulder, noticing him still standing there. 

“I came out for a smoke and saw her getting sick.” 

“Well thanks for checking on her,” Luke said, “Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” Y/N nodded her head as Luke placed his hand on the small of her back, gently leading her to walk forward. 

“Oh Rhett, tell Brooks I’m staying with Luke. I’ll be by in the morning to meet with the health aides,” Y/N said softly and Rhett gave her a nod. 

“Yeah. . . thanks again. . .” Luke gave Rhett a fake smile as he rammed his shoulder into his as he walked past him. Rhett stumbled a bit and clenched his jaw. He turned around and watched as Luke’s hand traveled down lower to grab your ass, which he did mainly to piss off Rhett and show him that she belonged to him. Rhett kicked around a couple of rocks before going back inside the bar. 

Luke opened the door to his truck and helped her get in. When the door shut she leaned her head against the window, still feeling gross from getting sick on the side of the building. Luke climbed in his truck and sighed, tapping his fingers on the wheel, not yet turning it on. They sat in silence for a moment before Luke turned to look at his fiance. 

“I’m gonna ask you again. . . are you sure you’re not pregnant?” 

Y/N looked down at her hands in her lap, staring once again at the large diamond ring, “No, I’m not pregnant.”

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[delopsia]

Anyways I noticed this while I was cutting clips last night. I have a theory that Royal protects Perry at all costs because he sees himself in Perry.

Episode six begins with a flashback of Perry beating up Trevor at an arcade. He can't explain why he hit Perry, and he asks Royal about a feeling that he can't describe. A feeling that seems to have come about and led him to strike Trevor in the first place.

At first, you might be able to chalk this up to Perry being young and just not knowing how to describe it, but then he follows it up with a meek, "is it me?" And Royal shakes his head because he feels the exact same thing. Even admits that he doesn't know what it is.

Multiple times, we're shown that Rhett also has a temper. He punches Trevor over a comment about his poor performance at the rodeo, almost gets into a fight with a man who accidentally ran into Maria, and when Perry reveals that he's confessed, Rhett throws a glass and starts a fight with him.

But the difference between Rhett and Perry is that Rhett doesn't have that indescribable feeling. He gets his punches in, and he can walk away. Perry lets himself get consumed by it, to the point that he kills Trevor over a snide remark about his wife.

Whatever this feeling is, Royal and Perry share it. They have no words to describe it, but Royal recognizes that feeling in his son; it might even lead him to some favoritism towards his eldest.

Notice how when Rhett and Perry show up at the house with Trevor's body in the bed of the truck, Royal never seems shocked. He's anxious, but the only person he raises his voice at is Rhett, never Perry. Royal tells Perry that he and Rhett are going to go and figure out how to deal with a murder that Perry is responsible for.

He's so focused on Perry that Rhett even asks, "so what does that mean for me? I'm just supposed to go down by myself?" Because Royal has just made it painfully clear that he will protect Perry at any cost.

We see throughout the course of season one that protecting Perry comes at the cost of Rhett. Everyone suspects him of the murder, and not only does his childhood love walk away from him, she gives him a chance to come clean, but he can't because he's in too deep. Then Perry up and throws that all away by confessing on a whim, and we finally see Rhett snap.

In his blind desire to protect Perry, Royal not only loses the family ranch but he loses both of his sons. Perry once again throws everything away by jumping into the hole, and Rhett walks away because he's given, and given, and given, and it's not enough because Royal is still asking for more. It drives him away to the point that he's willing to leave with a girl who he doesn't even really know.

TLDR; Royal sees himself in Perry, and in his overwhelming effort to protect him, he loses not one but both of his sons.

#what custom tag do i give this #del doesnt have a life #rhett abbott #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott outer range #perry abbott #perry abbott outer range #royal abbott #royal abbott outer range #theory #del's theories #<-finally figured out the tag

[luvrrish]

am i watching outer range just for bae lewis pullman? yes

and r they mostly just showing me josh brolin? yes

#outer range #rhett abbott #josh brolin #royal abbott #bob floyd #lewis pullman #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman top gun #miles teller #monica barbaro #glen powell #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott x reader

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

an old study?? redraw?? of a scene from Outer Range

#outer range #rhett abbott #royal abbott #my art #fanart

[bradshawsweetheart]

The new teaser trailer for Outer Range S2 just dropped!!

#i’m sorry #but LMFAO #outer range #outer range amazon #outer range fic #rhett abbott #perry abbott #royal abbott #lewis pullman #josh brolin #riley rambles #riley shitposts #shitpost

[topguncortez]

ahaha I made another quiz cause I got bored

#outer range #Rhett abbott #Perry abbott #royal abbott #Yellowstone #rip wheeler #John Dutton #kayce dutton

[noahreids]

Outer Range s01e07 | Billy Tillerson & Royal Abbott @ the Roller Rink (2/2)

#outer range #outerrangeedit #my edit #my billy edit #billy tillerson #royal abbott #josh brolin #noah reid #outer range: s1 #outer range: 1x07 #outer range spoilers #tw: guns

[ratquesadilla]

just tell me you love me, cause that’s all i need to hear (chapter 1)

pairing: rhett abbott x oc

word count: 2520

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42427557/chapters/106814451

girl meets boy, girl falls for boy. boy falls for girl?

prologue

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​​“rhett.” i said, nudging the pile of alcohol poisoning with my knee. “get up.”

“5 minutes.” he complained into his pillow. “that’s all i need.”

“you said that.” i paused, checking the time on my phone. “5 minutes ago.”

“whatever.” he droned, slowly rising from the hole he’d created for himself in his drunken state. rhett looked down and noticed the dried vomit staining his collar and pulled his black shirt over his head with ease. my eyes darted to the bull rider tattooed on the right side of torso, the tail of the bull pointing towards his armpit, a faint red blur surrounding it. i would be lying if i said i didn’t care, i always did. every new girl rhett entertained was like another knife through my heart, another reminder that the boy i’d been pining after from the sidelines would never be mine. i was always watching him from the stands, observing everything about him, but never being the girl he kissed after he set another rodeo record. 

in a room full of people, my eyes would always be drawn to him. to his almost mullet that perry and i teased him for everyday, or his cowboy hat that he’d worn every day for the last decade. but he didn’t think the same about me. in a room full of people, his eyes would be drawn to the prettiest girl. i was at peace with that, after a decade of unrequited love you get used to it. i knew that every interaction between us was strictly platonic, and i knew that it would stay that way. 

“the more time you take getting dressed it less time you have to eat.” i said, turning away from him and walking towards the door. “we leave for church in 20 minutes.” 

“you don't even believe in god!” he half-yelled as i exited the room. i didn’t have to turn around to know that he was thinking up a million different childish insults. when he’d finally decided he shot an “ass-kisser…” at the back of my head. 

“i know you are but what am i” i quipped back, flashing him the middle finger before turning the corner and descending the stairs. 

i wouldn’t call our relationship complicated, it was actually very simple. it was like we’d known each other for forever, even though we’d only met almost a decade ago. we were like childhood friends, with all the cheesy cliches. if my life was a movie he was the boy nextdoor and i was the lovesick girl. 

but this wasn’t a rom-com, this was real life.

——

sundays were the laziest days on the abbott ranch. the only requirement was that you were downstairs ready for church at 10, and at the dinner table by 6. everything else was free game. 

the mornings were always the busiest. cecilia was tearing through the kitchen like a tornado, preparing breakfast for everyone. it was the one day a week she would always cook. eggs, bacon, pancakes, everything under the sun. in recent years she’d increased the number of carb-y dishes she made. it was no secret that rhett spent his saturday nights drinking his liver to death, so the pancakes and bagels were meant to soak up the leftover alcohol in his stomach, a creative approach to sobering him up before church. 

bounding into the kitchen i noticed amy first, sitting in her chair on the end of the table closest to the phone and leaned down to lift her over my shoulder. moving to the living room and spinning in a circle. “hazel dawson you better not damage my furniture!” a voice from the kitchen shouted.

“i would never!” i shouted back, letting amy down. she immediately darted towards her uncle who had just descended the final stair into the foyer. walking back into the kitchen and taking a seat. “good morning cecilia.”

“mornin.” she replied, briefly turning from the bacon on the stove to meet my eyes. “i expect you got rhett out of bed?”

“yes ma’am.”

“no mystery girls?”

“no ma’am.” i replied, trying my best to not let a smile break my face. i wasn’t prepared for anyone to catch onto my feelings for rhett, especially his mother. it wasn’t that i was worried she wouldn’t approve of me, i knew she would. it was the itching feeling that if i told anyone what i thought about him, he would somehow find out. keeping the love i had for him secret burned a hole in my heart, but i knew it was for the better. i couldn’t risk ruining what we had and i would rather suffer in silence than lose a friend. 

rhett and amy arrived in the kitchen not long after me, amy taking her seat across from me and rhett taking his next to mine. 

“rhett you smell like a distillery.” perry said, choking on his coffee.

“and you smell like the girl from the pharmacy.” amy added, not looking up from the plate of eggs and bacon cecilia had just handed her. 

“vivian mansfield are you serious?” i said, slapping rhett’s arm. earning an “ow” from him.

“what?” he complained. “it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

“rhett abbott i will not have you talking about the girls you proposition.” cecilia interjected, dropping a place of pancakes in front of him. “especially on the lords day. now eat, we need to leave soon.” the conversation quickly readjusted itself. small talk ensued for the next 10 minutes until royal came tumbling into the kitchen through the back door.

“y’all hear that?” he asked, a confused look on his face. almost as if he’d just seen an alien. 

“hear what?” cecilia asked. 

“that noise.”

“i’ve got nothing.” perry said, rising from his seat and placing his plate in the sink. the rest of us following suit.

royal stood there like a deer in headlights, his face completely blank. 

“what are you still doing standing there?” cecilia questioned, staring directly at royal. “we leave for church in 5 minutes.”

“church?” royal asked. “it’s only 9.”

“check your watch grandpa.” amy said, pointing to the clock on the wall. “you're an hour late.”

royal muttered a string of curses under his breath, earning a stern look from his wife and a concerned look from me. punctuality was a big thing for royal. in his eyes, being early was on time and being on time was late. what is going on with him, i thought. ultimately deciding to ask him later, when he wasn’t so out of it.

“abbotts in cars lets go lets go lets go.” cecilia exclaimed, pulling me out of my thoughts, and gesturing us towards the front door. 

of the 6 of us, there were 4 trucks. royal’s, rhett’s, perry’s, and mine. rhett’s had been purchased with help from his father, and his bull riding prize money, as a gift for his seventeenth birthday. in recent years perry and i had nicknamed it the “fuck-mobile”, the name was self explanatory. everyone usually avoided sitting in his car, worried about sitting on a unholy stain or or accidentally touching a used condom. but hey, at least he was being safe. 

all of the trucks were three seaters, so we usually traveled in 3 cars. royal and cecilia in one, perry and amy (and occasionally rhett) in another, and me and rhett in mine. today rhett decided to hitch a ride with me, saying something about how he was too hungover to listen to amy's upbeat songs. whatever the reason, who was i to complain?

——

the car ride was silent for the most part, mostly because of rhett’s raging hangover and my brain being caught between worrying about whatever was going on with royal this morning and being extremely jealous of vivian. 

vivian mansfield, compared to me, was perfect. it made sense that rhett would choose her, even if it was just for the night. i wanted her long blonde hair and her virtually perfect hands. they hadn’t been worn down by years work on the ranch, she had the type of hands that look good tangled in someones hair, intertwined with someones fingers.

when i was younger i would lie awake at night wondering what rhett liked about the girls he got with. wondering if i could dye my hair to look like theirs, or dress more like them. i would imagine that i was one of the girls he would drive around with, dream that i was the girl he would kiss. i would come up with elaborate scenarios whenever i got a chance to daydream. thinking of a future where we would grow old together, and shamelessly also imagining elaborate scenarios where he would have me in his truck. 

rhett abbott was the only boy i would consider having car sex with. 

“so.” i said, taking one of my hands off the wheel to begin picking at my cuticles. “you excited to ride tonight?”

“pretty nervous actually.” he said. “if i don’t win i don’t go to counties.”

“pressures on.” i joked, managing to pull a brief chuckle out of him. “you’ll be fine.”

“i know i will as long as i’ve got you, i mean y’all cheering me on from the stands.” he replies, catching himself after the ‘you’. almost like the two sides of his brain were at war. the wishful side wanting to push through and the logical side keeping it in check. 

rhett was a logical man. like his father he was no nonsense, he didn’t get caught up in what ifs he simply went with what he had. if he didn’t place in a competition it was never, “what if i didn’t do xyz right.” it was always, “i had a bad riding day” or “it was a bad bull”. after rebecca there was a shift in his thinking, he stayed level headed but the wishful side of his brain grew. it pushed harder and went from being a minor inconvenience to something like a devil on his shoulder.

rhett abbott had become plagued with anxiety.

he would never admit it, of course. but it was true. 

——

right column, back row, 2 chairs on the end. 

every sunday royal and i sat there for an hour exactly, enduring the service and wishing for it to be over faster. we were the only non-religious people there but we were respectful. we stood when they stood, lowered our heads when they did, shook hands whenever an arm was extended to us, and placed money in the collection bin when it eventually made its way to our distant corner. i was by no means evangelical, but there were times where i wished i was. times when i wanted to believe that there was a reason i was struggling. i thought that believing in a higher power controlling what happens to me would make everything make sense. make me feel better about my suffering because it was all apart of “god’s plan”. 

“until we meet again, i want all of y’all to tap into your heart. let your instinct lead the way, go with the flow.” the pastor said, concluding the service. prompting royal and i rise, and wave quickly at the rest of the abbotts before heading towards the door. 

“so,” i said, tapping the toe of my shoe against my heel. a bad habit i’d picked up when i arrived in wyoming. “what was up with you this morning.”

“nothing.” royal said, keeping his head straight and walking faster towards the truck. 

“that’s bullshit and you know it.” i exclaimed, rushing forward and turning around so i could face him. “tell me what’s going on i want to help.”

“it’s nothing right now, just had a bad feeling.” he replied, waving me off and lowering the tailgate door. “you ready for the rodeo tonight?”

“i guess.” i muttered, kicking at the dirt behind the wheel. “not really in the mood today.”

“c’mon, you love the rodeo.”

“yeah, guess i’m just out of it.”

my feelings for rhett were the only thing i kept secret from royal. there was no way in hell i was gonna tell him i had a childish crush on his youngest son. 

he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. 

“you know you’re just like your mom.” he said.

“yeah.” i replied, a smile forming at the corners of my mouth. “d’you think cecilia will mind if i leave early? i’ve got a couple errands to run.”

“you should be fine, just be at the rodeo in time for rhett’s ride.” royal said as i slid off the truck bed. 

——

i lied; i didn’t have an errand to run. but i needed to get out of there.

lately being around rhett was suffocating- like i was 17 again, watching him fall in love with maria olivares- and i just couldn’t handle it. 

my feelings fluctuated. there were times when i could function as a normal person, when everything was normal. and there were times when all i could handle was my daily chores. times when it felt like i was being crushed by the weight of every inconvenience piling up. it was an indescribable feeling, constantly changing. always unpredictable. highs and lows coming and going at a moments notice. 

i pulled into a parking spot on main, in front of the handsome gambler, pausing for a moment before getting out of the car. the skin around my nails were bloody and raw. fuck, i thought. mentally berating myself for bringing back the destructive habit. the bar was dark, and depressing, but hey; what else was i gonna do on a sunday? drinking away my feelings was an excellent idea. 

“can i get a beer?” i asked, sliding into the stool farthest from the door. not bothering to look up at the bartender.

“day drinking?” a voice to my right questioned. “it’s only 1pm.”

“yeah well i’ve had a rough morning.” i sighed out, turning my head to catch a glance at the mystery man. “and i don’t think you’re in a position to judge.”

“and why’s that?” he asked.

“because you’re also day drinking.”

“i guess the pot’s calling the kettle black.”

“y’know i’m supposed to be the one saying that, right?”

“tomato, tomato.” he joked, handing the bartender some cash. “let me pay for your drink.”

“take a girl out first.”

“maybe i will. you free on thursday?”

“i don’t even know your name and you think i’ll go out with you?” i teased.

“adrian.” he said, extending his hand and initiating a handshake. 

“well, adrian.” i said, pausing before saying his name. “it’s your lucky day. i’m very very free on thursday.” 

“how about the movies? they’re showing footloose at 8.”

“sounds like a plan.” i giggled, taking a second to stare at him. he was no rhett abbott but boy was he good looking. 

and after the years of bad luck i’d had looming over my love life like a storm cloud, who was i to turn down a date?

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[topherwrites]

THE MEN OF THE ABBOTT FAMILY - HOLY SHIT

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[nobody7102]

Ohhh my goodness the nsfw hcs of rhett sent me (first thing in the morning too lmao)

i can just picture out you coming down for breakfast in a shirt and some fairly decent shorts but amy spots the bruises on your thigh and asks if did you fall off a horse. This of course worries the rest of the family, they all look at your thigh, realize what it is, and just frowns at rhett who just sports a cheeky grin and says yeah she fell off her horse yesterday 💀

YEEES like y’all mark each other up to no extent and no one can change my mind about that!

And poor Perry, Amy would probably ask him why everyone’s looking at Uncle Rhett like he did something and he would just come back with a smart ass remark like “yeah because he’s the reason Y/N fell off the horse.” Then get smacked in the back of the head my Royal who has the “dad look of disappointment”

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