16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?
15 — I'm partial to Mob Boss Bob. He's so broody and sexy and protective, and I really love the story I've created. I want to explore the mafia aspect of the story a bit more because right now he reads more like a wealthy businessman rather than a mob boss.
16 — I'm a sucker for historical AUs! Putting modern people into the 17th-19th centuries is so interesting, and I love reading how the story and dynamics change. It's fun!
17 — I honestly don't know. I feel like a lot of AUs have been done before, and I'm happy just to stick with what I know. I think making Bob Floyd a mafia boss was a galaxy-brain moment for me, regardless of the many versions of that AU that now exist.
Well, technically, I watched 15-20 minutes of the first episode, but I was so bored I had to stop. I love Lewis, especially in a cowboy hat, but not enough to suffer through that. I write Rhett fics purely based on vibes and advice from friends.
you then, me now | rhett abbott x mayor's daughter!oc | sneak peek
SUMMARY: Rhett Abbott hasn't talked to Eleanor Gatlin since he was forced to take her to prom ten years ago. Since the night she asked him to kiss her. Now she's back in town, helping her father with his re-election campaign, and Rhett has to be her fake date once more.
CONTENT WARNINGS: brief mention of body dysmorphia related to clothing, teenage awkwardness, yearning, rhett wears a pink tie, so much yearning. special thanks to @lewmagoo who came up with Eleanor's name months and months ago. strictly 18+/minors dni
COMING SOON
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Eleanor looks at herself in the mirror and doesn’t recognize the person staring back.
Her hair, usually straight and loose, has been curled and secured at her nape in a low bun. She’s wearing more makeup than she ever has in her life, and while the cut of her dress is exactly what she wanted, the color isn’t. It’s not that she hates pink. In fact, it makes her skin look fresh and her eyes clearer, but she’d wanted to wear blue.
Her mother had insisted on the pink. So here they are.
She smooths her palms over the satin skirt, her head cocked to the side. Her mother joins her in front of the mirror, holding out the earrings they’d decided she should wear. Eleanor puts them in while her mother circles around her back, checking for creases in the fabric or loose threads from the many alterations.
“How is going to prom with Rhett Abbott helping daddy’s campaign?”
It’s the question that’s been gnawing at her in the weeks since she agreed to the scheme. Somehow being seen on a date with Rhett Abbott would help her father get elected mayor, though she didn’t understand how that could be. The Abbotts don’t exactly have stellar reputations, and their longstanding dispute with the Tillersons has caused more friction in the community than anyone cares to admit.
“I’m not sure, honey.” It’s a lie, of course. Eleanor knows that, and her mother knows it too. She just won’t share it with her even though she’s the pawn in their political game. “I’ll run down and see if he’s here.”
She paces the room, stopping in front of the mirror again. She knows it’s futile, but she tries to take a deep breath. She can’t, and it’s her mother’s doing. When her mother insisted on taking in the waist an extra inch, the tailor had given her a pitying look.
She’s so lost in thought that she startles when her mother pokes her head in to let her know he’s here.
In the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs, stands Rhett Abbott. Lanky, wearing an ill-fitting grey suit and scuffed cowboy boots. His hair needs a trim, but it’s combed back and curls slightly at his nape. He’s clean-shaven and—
“You’re wearing pink,” she blurts out, stepping onto the floor from the last step of the stairs.
He pulls out of his own thoughts, offering her a wry smile. “Yeah,” he mutters and looks down at it. “Yeah, Ma said you were wearing pink. We match.” She nods, suddenly feeling shy.
They don’t really know each other. Rhett has a reputation for skipping class and taking the rules as a suggestion, not something to be followed. Wabang sees Rhett as a good-for-nothing, wannabe bull rider, and his reputation all but confirms that.
On the surface, they have nothing in common, and yet here they are going to prom together to appease their families.
“That for me?” she asks, pointing to the container he’s holding.
He looks down. “Um, yeah,” he mutters and fumbles with getting it open. Finally, the plastic gives, revealing a small pink peony corsage with a bit of greenery and a blush pink ribbon for her wrist.
She looks at it, a little impressed that his mother convinced him to even get a corsage. “It’s beautiful.”
“Can I—“ he clears his throat. “You don’t have to wear it.” He looks on edge, his shoulders tight with tension.
She offers him what she hopes is a reassuring smile. “I want to.” She holds out her wrist, and the look in his eyes changes. He almost looks relieved.
Slipping the corsage over her wrist, she fights a shudder as his fingers graze her skin. She looks up at him, wondering if he feels it too. If he’s as affected by this moment as she is.
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rhett is a yearner and he's in his feels, but he also fucks. 18+/minors dni.
Rhett fucks like he rides bulls, hard and fast.
The goal is to get off, then leave as quickly as possible. No lingering, no cuddling, and certainly no exchanging of phone numbers or promises to call. Sex helps him blow off steam. It’s nothing more than a means to an end.
Until her.
He carried her into the bedroom, fully intending to fuck like normal. Quick and dirty. But he couldn’t. Not with their history or the feelings that have been driving him insane for the past couple of weeks. Simply kissing her nearly sent him over the edge, for God’s sake.
So, here they are. She’s under him, taking all of him as if she’s made for him, and she’s so beautiful like this. Head thrown back in pleasure, unabashedly cursing and clawing at his back. Heat licks his spine, and he knows he’s close, but he’s not ready for this to be over yet.
That, and he needs her to come first. It’s never mattered before, but he does the impossible. He slows down.
Her eyes pop open as his rhythm changes, and she looks as wrecked as he feels. His cock glides in and out of her tight heat in fluid strokes, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate than before.
“Rhett...” she gasps, breathy and desperate.
He leans down and kisses her soft lips, swallowing the sound of her moans, feeling her slick pussy clamp down around him as she goes over the edge. The look on her face as she orgasms is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She’s a work of art.
“That’s it,” he mutters, strokes still slow as he guides her through it. “So good for me.” Heat rushes through him, and he’s right on the precipice, but he doesn’t go faster.
It’s different with her because it means something. As if sensing his thoughts, her eyes open again, and she raises her hands, gripping the sides of his face. She keeps her eyes trained on his, a sated smile on her face, hissing with sensitivity.
“Come inside,” she whispers, and he all but snaps. He picks the pace back up, slamming into her, chasing his high, but his eyes never waver from hers. She’s all he sees, all he feels, and when he comes, he explodes.
She shouts his name as she milks him for all he’s worth, and when he can finally catch a breath, he knows he’ll never go back to mindless fucks again.
