I don't know where I wound up going with this one 😭
Edit: I entirely forgot to include Bob in this?? 😅 he's here now
It also took me...so long to realize that NFWMB stands for 'Nothing Fucks With My Baby'
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It's a funny thing, really.
The way that the ghosts from one's past can emerge from the stadium shadows. Unintentionally crossing paths with others who bear similar stories, hopelessly seeking to reclaim their places in your lives, regardless of whether you remember each other's names. The kind of oversized nuisance that digs beneath your skin like a rusty nail, with their spotless boots and perfect, glittering smiles, dissolving into a sea of giggles at the sight of your husbands.
It's an irritant hammered home by heavy gazes and jingling spurs, so lost in the idea of undressing you that you can almost feel the clothes being pulled from your body. The only thing that keeps them at bay is the arms that have long since circled around your waist, built of steel and grit, still trembling from another winning ride.
Rhett's warm nose bumps into the juncture of your neck, unshaven jaw tickling your exposed collar. "Y' alright?"
At your side, your limp hand twitches. Drops of crimson trickle from the split in your knuckles. Raining from your fingertips, splattering on the concrete and the side of Rhett's boot.
"You should be asking the other guy that," you mutter after a moment. Your eyes are still fixated on the ambulance medic, fussing over the shattered nose of a motherfucker who should have known better.
His chuckle rumbles through the length of your spine. "I don't give a fuck about 'em."
A hand appears on your back, gliding up and down in dizzyingly slow strokes as if you're a wild horse that can bolt at any time. In some senses, perhaps you are.
"Let me see," Bobby's speaking quietly, already beginning to glide his way down your shaking arm. But as Rhett steps back, the mere inches of distance between your bodies has you wondering if another face from the past is going to try their luck.
But it's only Bobby who reaches for your swollen hand, quickly followed by Rhett. Their palms practically wrap around you entirely; Rhett's touch is rough and calloused from a lifetime of manual labor, whereas Bobby's is a little softer. Not quite silky smooth, but not as rugged as your cowboy is.
"'s not broken," Rhett observes aloud, twisting it back and forth as if to root out any underlying issue. Nothing new arises. "Jus' gonna hurt like a bitch in the mornin'."
Bobby doesn't seem all that convinced, carefully tracing over the bones in search of any abnormality that wasn't there before. But, like Rhett, he doesn't find anything.
A giggle erupts behind you. Shrill. Dancing across your last remaining nerve, hanging on by a thread.
Bob's eyes snap up. Ice gold gaze blistering into someone standing behind you. But when you turn to get a look, you find nothing; not a soul is looking your way.
"C'mon," Rhett's motioning with his head toward the parking lot, already beginning to move. "I know a place where no one's gonna bother us."
Nobody in this damn town understands that being a trio does not equate to an invitation for someone new to join, but you'll be happy to remind them.
my friends basically made me cancel my fucking birthday lol bc they responded too late so i was wondering if u could write something abt phoenix 🥹🥹🥹🥹 anything for her like plz i need the serotonin
oh my love i am so sorry :( i wish i could’ve been there to celebrate with you!!!! here’s fluffy phoenix as requested <3
You stirred in the bed early one morning, reaching out for Phoenix’s side. You frowned to yourself when you felt the cool sheets against your fingers instead of her soft skin. You called out to her with no response. You laid in bed for a couple of more minutes before getting up and doing your morning routine. The scent of freshly made coffee flooded your senses when you exited the bedroom, following the smell all the way down the stairs.
There Natasha stood with a small cupcake and a cup of coffee fixed just the way you liked it in her hands. A makeshift sign hung above the kitchen window that said ‘Happy B-Day’, clearly handmade by your partner. Tears welled up in your eyes as Nat made her way towards you, placing a small kiss to your lips before holding the cupcake out to you so you could blow the candle.
“Make a wish, baby,” Phoenix said in a hushed tone, a small smile on her face as she looked at you. You truly couldn’t think of anything else to wish for when you had the girl of your dreams standing in the kitchen of the house you owned with her. You puckered your lips and blowed out the flickering flame, smiling to yourself. You kissed Natasha again, this time letting it linger and deepen before you took some of the icing on your finger and placed it on the tip of her nose.
“I love you more than you’ll ever know, ‘Tasha.” You said, voice full of adoration. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close, slightly swaying the two of you.
“Love you a bushel and a peck, sweetheart. Happy birthday.”
okay imagine jake having to ask nat for her blessing when it comes to marrying her sister 🥲 im gettin all soft at work
Aw!!! This is adorable 🥹
Jake was pacing back and forth at the Hard Deck. You’re out of town for the weekend and he knew this was his only chance in the near future to talk to Natasha about his proposal. He never got nervous about anything, yet here he was freaking out.
He saw Natasha walk in through the door and make a beeline for him. “Alright, Hangman. What do you want?” She said bluntly. “Why don’t we sit down, Nat. I wanna talk to you about something important,” His voice waivers slightly as he speaks. Natasha looks at him quizzically before agreeing. Jake takes a steady breath before speaking again “Natasha I want to marry your sister. She’s the love of my life and I’ve never felt this way about another person. I can’t imagine not waking up next to her everyday. I don’t know what I would be with out her,” He pauses for a moment.
“I know you don’t care for me, Nat,” He starts again but She cuts him off “That’s not true, Jake. I give you a hard time because she’s my sister. I can see you really care about her,” She smiles at him, which eases his nerves “So, you’re giving me the okay?” Jake questions. The woman across from him huffs out a laugh “Yes, Seresin. You can ask my sister to Marry you,” Jake beamed at the woman across from him and began going into great detail about how he planned on proposing.
I’m still IN LOVE with this narrative 🤭 it’s just so soft. Thank you for the idea, Darlin!!
My friend, my beloved. may i give you tillerson!reader and rhett but think of the song "it will come back" with hozier. it is perfect for them <3 MWAH ILY
okay i have been brewing on this one for a couple of days bc LORD IM SCREAMING tillerson!reader and rhett make my brain short circuit
you were younger than rhett so you didn’t grow up with him like your brothers did but you always had a slight crush on him. while tensions were high between your families, you couldn’t care less.
you were always kind to him, and god did it drive him crazy in the best way. he wasn’t used to someone being nice to him for no reason, they always wanted something.
when you see him out in town, you always flash him a smile. and rhett may be losing his mind but he swears your hips sway just that much more when you walk away from him.
thinking about sneaking off with him to some seedy motel and he’s got you pinned to the wall and he’s whispering in your ear “you should know better,” kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. “you know your daddy would kill me if he knew what i was doing to you.”
the sneaking around just makes it that much hotter 😫😫😫😫
okay but rhett like a kinda cottage core-y gf who's his complete opposite of him but he's a complete suck for :,)
oh i adore this so much omg
you’re the complete opposite in a number of ways. he’s all dirt on his boots and busted lips and you’re flowy dresses and soft colors. he likes riding bulls and you like baking bread.
you get stares when you go out on the town, he wears tshirts and jeans and you’re wearing the newest sundress from the local boutique.
he absolutely adores you though and while you’re different, you’re also similar in many ways. you have such a love for animals, you love the farm life.
he starts noticing little pieces of you around the house and it always makes him smile. you’re always going out into the pasture to have a picnic or stroll through the wildflowers.
rhett doesn’t even bat an eye when he comes home to see you having a spa day with the new calf.
he likes that you’re so different from him, loves how soft you are compared to his rough edges.
another dad!rhett thought bc i never know peace with that man, what do you think he'd act like when his daughter gets his heart broken?
oof rip to the person who breaks her heart🥴
no but seriously, rhett is so protective we all know this. you thought he was protective with you, wait until your daughter is born. that man would go to hell and back for her.
she’s 16 the first time she gets her heartbroken. she’s coming back from being out with friends and you know immediately something is wrong. she’s sniffling and wiping her eyes as she walks in the door. rhett was still out in the barn working on his truck.
“honey, whats wrong?” you ask her as she’s sitting down on the couch, tears flowing again.
“i saw him kissing angela, mom! and then he acted like he did nothing wrong when i confronted him!” you sat down on the couch next to her and wrapped your arms around her as she cried. about that time, rhett walked through the door, wiping his hands on an old rag.
“what’s going on? you okay, honey?” he looked so concerned and moves to sit down next to her and you.
“boys are so fucking stupid!” she shouted, standing up from her place on the couch and walking upstairs.
“i’m gonna kill him.”
“you’re not going to kill him.”
if rhett sees the boy out in town, he’s throwing him the dirtiest looks he can muster. he doesn’t say anything to him, respecting his daughter’s wishes. but if looks could kill, the boy would be six feet under. no one messes with his girl.
