#fluffy x reader

It was early in the morning, the birds had just started chirping and the morning light had just begun to slip softly through your parted curtains.

The sun casted warm hues of gold and yellows across your bedroom signaling the day that was to come. Your eyes fluttered open as you blinked groggily, your hands coming up to rub your eyes. You knew it was early, but you weren't quite sure what time it was.

You were met with a soft chill from where you and Bob had left the window open last night, a warm bed that was too comforting to even think of leaving, and Bob laying next to you his arm still slung over your shoulder.

Bob was fast asleep beside you, his mouth slightly parted and his long lashes that you’re so jealous of resting against his cheeks. He had a peaceful expression present on his face, obviously still dreaming.

All you could do in that moment was admire how beautiful your boyfriend was. You typically always wake up after him as you're not a morning person, so you never get to really see the way the sun lays on his peaceful features.

You shifted just slightly to get a better look at him as you rolled onto your stomach, resting your chin on your hands as your eyes traced him, taking in the way his hair seemed to illuminate under the morning sun, giving a gold hue to him.

Bob began to stir, his eye’s flickering open to meet yours. With you staring back at him, a soft smile present on your lips. “Morning” Bob’s voice rasped out heavy with sleep “You staring at me, Sweetheart?"

You smiled letting out a small laugh as you were caught red handed. You definitely were staring. “Maybe?” you said your voice equally heavy with sleep.

“Mhmm. Should I be flattered or should I be concerned, Baby?” He said with a soft smirk quirking up on his own lips. His eyes closed once again as he laid comfortably against the pillows.

You leaned in and brushed a soft kiss to his cheek before muttering “M’just admiring my golden boy, can you blame me?” 

That made him blush and a crooked grin spread across his face. “You can’t just say things like that first thing in the morning. Gonna be the death of me, Baby.”

He rolled over suddenly, his strong arms coming to wrap around your waist as he pulled you fully on top of him, blankets and all making you shriek as you burst into laughter.

You landed against his chest, now face to face with him. “Bob! What are you doing.” you giggled, swatting at his chest but not actually trying to escape your boyfriends tight grasp.

He just held you tighter and buried his face in your neck. “Wanted to see my 'golden girl'. I’m keeping you where I want you, baby. Golden boy privileges after all.”

You laughed even louder, rolling your eyes. “I never should’ve called you that, I’ve given your ego too much of a boost.”

“I don’t know sweetheart, I kinda like when you say it.” He said with a soft smirk before leaning in to kiss you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek while his thumb rubs gentle caresses across your jawline.

The front door opened with a soft creaking noise as Joaquin winced to himself. You two had needed to fix that for a while now but kept procrastinating it. He hoped the noise didn’t disturb you as he stepped inside, his duffel bag was thrown over one shoulder while his boots clanked against the hardwood as he tried to stay quiet. 

The apartment was dark and it was peaceful in a way he hadn’t felt in weeks. It felt like home, he could see your shoes sitting by the door, your bag thrown on the organizer stand, and the little knick knacks you've decorated the entry way with.

He inhaled deeply, letting the familiar scent of vanilla wrap around him like. Because god, he’d missed you so much. Joaquin let his bag drop to the floor, as he shrugged off his boots and walked quietly inside. He was already smiling, knowing the fact that he could curl up in bed beside you, and kiss you until the mission felt like a distant memory.

A flicker of warm light caught his attention from down the hall, he figured you must’ve turned on a light and forgotten before you had gone to bed. Joaquin walked in and his heart just about melted on the spot. You were curled up on the couch, your favorite oversized hoodie of his swallowing your frame.

You were surrounded by a half eaten bowl of popcorn, some chocolate wrappers, and two fuzzy blankets that had clearly slipped off while you’d been sleeping. Your lips were parted slightly, one hand still grasping the remote next to you.

You must’ve tried to stay up for him. He smiles softly at you and crouches down in front of the couch “Oh Cariño.” he whispered softly as he reached out brushing along your cheeks with his knuckles.

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. He smiled softly, his thumb making soothing motions along your cheekbone now. “You fell asleep waiting for me, huh baby?” he murmured quietly. For a few moments he sat there watching you sleep peacefully, content to just see you after a few weeks of being away. This was always his favorite part of coming back, just getting to admire you.

After a few more moments, Joaquin slipped his arms beneath your legs and back and lifted you to his chest as he gently adjusted his hold on you. You nestled into his chest, murmuring something incoherent against his collarbone as your head lolled onto his shoulder. He chuckled softly before quickly whispering “Shh, baby, we’re just heading to bed.”

The walk to the bedroom was short, as he quickly moved to lay you on the bed making sure to tuck the blanket up around your shoulders. He took a quick moment to just admire you, having been missing this for the last few weeks. But just as he went to pull away your hand reached out and caught his wrist. Your eyes blinked open as you blinked slowly, “Quin?”

“Hey, Cariño.” he said with a wide smile on his face as he kneeled near the side of your bed again. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” A drowsy smile spread across your face as you sleepily mutter “You’re home”

“I’m home” he echoed, brushing his thumb across your cheeks. “You were on the couch when I came in, baby.” 

“I tried to stay up, Quin.” you mumbled, already beginning to drift off again.

“I saw, Baby. Nice snack selection by the way.” You giggled sleepily, and the sound made his entire face light up, as you muttered “You should’ve been there.”

“Well, I’m here now. Maybe we can have a movie night tomorrow” he said, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. You reached up and cupped his jaw, leaning in to give him a real kiss. “Stay?”

The sky outside was a darkened gray.

Thunder violently rolled in the distance, it's loud booms clear as day as they echoed throughout the tower. It had been storming all day, the loud patter of rain present since the early morning.

The storm didn't look like it was going to let up anytime soon, as flashes of lightning flashed across the afternoon sky. You wandered into the living room of the tower. Your feet were clad in some fuzzy socks that Bob had gotten you, and your oversized hoodie that you stole from Bob brushing your thighs as the sleeves swayed with each step you took.

Bob was laying on the couch, one arm tucked behind his head, a book propped in the other. The desk light on next to him making everything look softer. The room was a soft yellow and he looked so warm, and so inviting. You were on a mission now.

You padded over silently and climbed onto the couch without a word being muttered. You pressed yourself into the space between Bob and the couch cushions, trying to get as close as possible. His arm immediately shifted from behind his head moving to curl around your waist and pulling you in as if he’d been waiting for you.

He held you close to him, a soft sigh escaping him as you settled. You pressed your face into the soft cotton of his sweater, breathing in the soft smell of detergent and his cologne.

“Hey, sweetheart. Is everything okay?” he murmured softly, his voice filled with gentle concern as he kissed the top of your head.

“You looked comfy. Wanted to join you, the rains making me tired.” you whispered against his chest causing him to laugh softly, knowing how tired the storms can get you.

He grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it around the two of you, softly tucking it around your shoulders. Rain pattered loudly against the window, the thunder still booming loudly outside the tower.

Bob’s fingers softly stroked up and down your spine, his hand sneaking under the hoodie you stole from him, his touch slow and soothing and his hand warm against your cool skin. While his other hand still held the book he had been reading before you joined him.

“Do you want me to read to you, Sweetheart?” he asked softly, making sure to keep his voice low and steady, as you seem so relaxed.

You nod against his chest eagerly, but too comfortable to speak. Bob reading to you is one of your favorite things in the world, his voice always soothing and comforting. It’s like he could stop all your worries with just the soft rumble of his voice and his hands on your back.

 His voice rumbled, a soft sound as you lay on his chest while he reads to you. You don’t catch every word, your brain a little fuzzy from how safe and peaceful you feel in your boyfriend's arms.

The sound of his voice enough to make you slowly doze off as the rain kept its angry tempo, while the thunder kept rolling in every few minutes creating the perfect atmosphere for your nap.

Between paragraphs he kissed your forehead while his fingers softly traced along your arm and up your back. His touch was so gentle and made you feel treasured as he held you in his arms.

You tilted your chin up tiredly, your eyes closed and he smiled knowingly that you wanted a kiss, before bending his neck to press the sweetest kiss to your lips.

“I love rainy days with you” you murmured, your voice thick with exhaustion. He nuzzled your head gently, keeping his voice at a soft whisper “Me too, sweetheart.” 

Notes: Kind of want to make this a little series with reader and Rhett's backstory, how they met, when they found out they where having their daughter, their wedding, etc if anyone would be interested in that. 🤔

The porch swing creaked softly under Rhett’s weight as he gently rocked back and forth, 

The Wyoming sunset painted a hue of soft oranges and pinks across the sky on the clear summer evening. And on his chest bundled in her softest unicorn pajama set and her hair still partly damp from her bath laid your four year old daughter, her tiny hand curled into his worn flannel shirt.

He had one arm wrapped around her back, the other cradling the back of her head like he did when she was still just a new-born.

"You gettin’ sleepy, Sunshine?" he murmured against her temple. She made a soft humming noise instead of answering him, just nestling closer to him, her cheek pressed right over his heart. Something she’s done from the minute he held her for the first time.

Rhett exhaled softly, one hand moving in gentle soothing strokes down her tiny back. His fingers were calloused from years of ranch work and rodeo rides but they were always gentle when it came to you and her.

“You know” he said softly looking up, almost more like he was talking to the sky rather than to her “I was real’ scared when I found out I was gonna be your dad. You were quite a shock to your momma and I.”

The wind blew softly, just enough to create a light breeze causing your daughter to curl even closer to Rhett's chest. While inside your home, the floor creaked as you moved through the kitchen, letting them have their moment together seeing the soft sight through the window as you sipped your tea with a soft knowing smile, quickly taking a photo with your phone.

“I didn’t really grow up knowin’ how to be soft,” he whispered, tightening his hold on her just a little “I didn’t know how to show love the right way and I didn’t think I’d ever be good at this. Your momma had to tell me over and over that she was confident I could do this, and it took me a long while to truly believe her..”

Your daughter blinked up at him with sleepy widened eyes, small and confused as she responds. “You are good at it, Daddy.” Rhett’s heart melted a bit at her sleepy reply as he kissed her forehead, before resting his chin atop her small head “You think so, Princess?”

She nodded firmly, her face determined despite her prior tiredness. “You make me pancakes with smiley faces and you sing the princess songs with me and mommy on movie nights. And, and you always check my closet for monsters, which makes you super brave.”

He let out a breathless chuckle, the kind that made his shoulders shake. “I’m glad you think so Princess.”

She snuggled closer and looked up at him with her eyes that she got from you, before muttering a soft “You’re the best daddy ever"

And well that, that undid him completely. It wasn't in a loud way, and not through tears either, but in the way he went quiet as he blinked up at the darkening sky as if trying to send up a prayer of gratitude for how grateful he was for you and your daughter. She was asleep before the stars came out, her little hand still fisted in the plaid fabric over his heart.

You always work the opening shift at the local diner.

Monday to Friday, 4am-12pm, you're at the small Wabang diner, serving coffee, cleaning tables, and taking orders.

Most day’s the only noises present are the rumbling of engines and the soft humming of the street lights flickering. And the only people awake are truckers, farmers coming into town to get their supplies before the sun rises, and the occasional tourist passing through who just comes to get coffee, and who never seems to leave a tip.

Which is why it surprises you the first time he shows up.

Rhett Abbott. A rodeo favorite, the quiet youngest son you only ever saw on the edge of crowds with his brooding energy and arms crossed or scowling behind the wheel of his truck as he pulls into the parking lot of the store. The one who lived miles away from the dingy little diner you worked at.

The one who you shared quiet shy glances with, always looking away when you made eye contact.

The one who you've had a crush on since you were nineteen and saw him stood by his truck in that hat he always wears.

Rhett's not exactly known to be a social butterfly, and he’s definitely not known to be a 5:30 AM diner type of breakfast guy.

You hide your surprised expression well when you first saw him that morning, walking over to take his order, a small smile present on your face. He doesn’t say much to you that first morning, he just orders a black coffee, scrambled eggs, and some toast. But he tips well, like, extremely well.

You can’t hide the shock on your face when you walk over to the little corner table where he had been seated, and notice the $30 tip, on top of the cash to pay for his meal. 

With a soft and shocked smile, you grab the tip and place it into your pocket, wondering, what the fuck just happened between you and Rhett Abbott.

But alas, as the door jingles, and you hear the ring of the bell alerting you to another customer. You don’t have much time to dwell on it. 

Then the next morning, he shows up again, the same scenario plays out. There’s not much talking, he orders the same thing, and he leaves an absurd tip in comparison to the meal he buys. Always leaving before you can come over and confront him about the money he’s leaving you. 

After around a week of this nonsense cat and mouse game, he finally talks to you and more than just his order and the simple “Mornin’ how’s yours going” that you get greeted with each and every time.

Instead, this time when you brought back his scrambled eggs, toast, and went to refill his coffee, he spoke in his low drawl, making the hairs on the back of your neck perk up at the sound.

“Hey, uh. If u'don’t mind me asking, what’s your coffee order? Trying to broaden my horizons I guess” 

You blink down at him, caught a little off guard, not because he spoke, although let’s be honest, Rhett Abbott talking more than three words at once is a rarity not many people get to experience outside of the people close to him. But rather, because he was asking about you.

Granted it was to give him a recommendation, but still! He was asking about something you like.

You study his expression. He's got his calloused hands wrapped around the slightly chipped mug, and he’s looking up at you as though he's worried you might laugh at him for asking you such a question.

“I really love iced coffee's.” you say, setting down the hot pot of coffee and trying to sound normal, and not like your heart is beating a million miles an hour.

“Vanilla cold brew, splash of sweet cream. Although sometimes, I get a bit crazy on pay days and add caramel drizzle to it. A bit sweet but everyone needs a sweet treat it their lives sometimes.” You say with a humorous tone, trying to keep your cool.

He smirks, the corners of his lips curling into up while his gorgeous eyes warm at the sound of your amused tone. “Sound’s fancy.’ He hums out, keeping his gaze seated on you his eyes tracing your face.

“It’s not, it just keeps me from turning into a demon in the mornings." You snort out, covering your mouth immediately at the sound that escapes you.

That gets a quiet chuckle out of him, and you’re a little too proud of that. The fact that you just made Rhett fucking Abbott chuckle, even if it was at your own expense.

You pour the refill and start to walk away when you hear him murmur just loud enough for you to catch “Thanks for f’tellin’ me.”

You turn back to face him, but he’s already back to focusing on his eggs like he didn’t just knock the wind out of you with a five word sentence.

Your dreams decided to play cruel tricks on you that nights. You dreamed about what it would be like to date Rhett Abbott, what his arms would feel like around you, silently scolding yourself in the morning for having such thoughts about someone you knew you couldn't have.

The next morning after you see Rhett exit the diner, you find it waiting for you.

A coffee cup. It's from the coffee shop two blocks down, the one with awful hours, and even worse parking, but the one that makes the best iced coffee you’ve ever had and splurge on when you can. The label’s as clear as day, as it list’s ‘Iced vanilla, cream, caramel drizzle.’

There’s a napkin folded neatly beneath the lid, with something scribbled down with almost illegible writing, but you can make it out enough for you to see that it reads “Hope I got it right. – Rhett”

Your name is scrawled on the side of the cup in thick black Sharpie. The barista must’ve asked who it was for, and he must’ve said your name.

Something about that makes your stomach fill with butterflies. Your heart beats against your chest as you walk towards the window trying to see if he's still in the parking lot. You glance out the window just in time to catch the tail end of his truck pulling out of the lot and driving off. Of course he didn’t stay to watch you find it.

You take a sip and It’s perfect, it’s exactly right and it’s exactly what you would order if you were to go to that coffee shop yourself. You tuck the napkin note into your apron pocket and press your lips together to keep from smiling too big, running across the diner as someone yells, asking for a coffee refill.

The next morning you don’t say anything when he walks in. Just setting down his black coffee, and having your usual ‘Mornin’ conversation that you’ve come so accustomed to when taking his order. But as you walk away after placing his coffee, he notices the napkin under his mug this time. Your handwriting scribbled quickly across a diner napkin, reading

“You got it right! P.S. You’re not so bad at surprises - your favorite waitress.”

He reads it and you catch it. The smallest flicker of a smile curling up at the sides of his mouth. It's something you don’t see often, and you watch as he folds the napkin and tucks it in his coat pocket. 

The next morning, after you watch Rhett leave there’s another coffee sitting on the table. It's completely different this time than the order you had given him a few days prior. It’s some kind of raspberry mocha cold brew with a note that reads

“This one reminded me of you."

And next to his scratchy handwriting on the napkin is a phone number. Rhett Fucking Abbott gave you his phone number, and you intend to use it.

The moment you get to take your ten minute break, you run to a random table. You sit down and whip out your phone, instantly putting his number in before sending him a text.

“Dangerous game, Abbott. I could get used to this.” 

Not even five minutes later you get a text back.

“That’s the plan. You free tomorrow?”

The tiny pink nightlight in the corner of the room glowed dimly. The light casting soft glittering reflections across the ceiling due to the sparkly princess stickers lining the walls.

It was bedtime in the Abbott household for your four year old daughter. The air was filled with the scent of lavender lotion, your daughter's strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner, and bubblegum toothpaste. 

Your daughter was snuggled in her pastel pink Disney princess bed, wrapped in tons of blankets with different princesses on them. Rhett sat down on the edge of the bed, getting ready to ask her what she wanted her bedtime story to be tonight. Watching as you cleaned up the bathroom from where she just got done with her bath, a soft smile on his face as you waved at the two of them.

Your daughter blinked up at Rhett with tired eyes, and a soft smile that melted his heart every time he saw it. “Daddy?” she asked quietly clutching her stuffed pink horse that Rhett had gotten her when she was two by its matted mane as she leaned against her pillows.

“Can you tell me how you met Mommy again? The whole story, please?” She said using her best puppy dog eyes that she seemed to get from you.

Rhett chuckled gently as he shook his head, before rubbing his hand over her soft damp hair. He moved to lay beside her on the tiny mattress, curling in on himself just enough to pull your daughter onto his chest and sort of fit on the small princess bed. “You want the whole story, huh?” he asked, pretending to be surprised by your daughter's request. 

She nodded seriously, her little face scrunched up with determination. “It’s my favorite.”

“Well then.” he said, glancing toward the hallway where your soft footsteps had just faded away. You probably going to get ready for bed yourself. “Guess I better start from the beginning then huh, Princess?”

Rhett shifted to tuck the comforter around her shoulders before starting the story. “It was about seven years ago now. You weren’t born yet baby girl, you weren’t even a thought in our minds at that point. And Mama? She was brand new to Wabang. She was fresh from the city and out of college, she didn’t know a single soul and didn’t even know which diner had the best waffles yet.” 

Rhett smiled down at his daughter who’s face made it clear she was listening intently, as he continued. “But she did know coffee. The first week she got here, she got a job as a barista down at the little cafè. It was a small place and it smelled like cinnamon and pastry dough.”

“What does baresta mean again?” Your daughter whispered quietly as she peered up at Rhett, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Barista.” Rhett corrected her softly, brushing a gentle kiss to her forehead before continuing “And It means she made coffee for people. And one day, your old man walked in. I just wanted a black coffee. But then I looked up and there she was.”

Rhett says, smiling softly, remembering the memory vividly. “She had the biggest smile I've ever seen. Her apron was covered in flour and coffee grounds, and she had this twinkle in her eye like she knew something the rest of us didn’t. She told me good morning like it was the best part of her day, even though I looked like exhausted from a long night of working on the ranch and barely sleeping. And you know what, babygirl?”

Your daughter looked up at him with big sleepy eyes, quickly asking “What, Daddy?”

“That one little smile your Mama gave me? It made me feel better than sleep ever did. Your Mama always remembered my name after that. She would always ask how my day was, what I’d been up to, how my rodeo results were doin’. And I ain’t the best talker, sweetheart. But with your Mama? It was like breathin’ to me.”

“Did you like her right away?” Your daughter asked in a small voice, holding her stuffed horse tighter as she curled into Rhett further.

Rhett whispered into her ear “More than I liked coffee, and you know how much Daddy loves his coffee.”

She giggled softly, the sound making Rhett grin widely as he continued. “But I didn’t tell her that. Not at first anyways. We were friends for a while. I’d come in every few days, and she’d tell me about the weird regulars she had or some new drink she was tryin’ to make. I started hanging around more and stayin’ longer. I fixed the railing out front and made sure she got to her car safe when she worked late.”

Rhett looked at your daughter, seeing her eye’s slowly starting to droop, before continuing as his hand began to gently rub up and down her back soothingly. “She’d tell me I was good. Even when I didn’t believe it myself. When I messed up or lost a rodeo or felt like nothing I did was enough she’d look at me with those sweet eyes of hers and say ‘You’re more than enough, Rhett Abbott.’ Like it was a fact that I couldn’t argue. Your Mama made the world brighter, and somehow she saw something in me I didn’t see in myself.”

Your daughter smiled, immediately saying “Mommy always makes everything better!” 

Rhett chuckles softly, his eyes softening as he looks at your daughter. “Yeah she does, Princess. But we weren’t together yet. That came after one of the worst nights I ever had. I got thrown off a bull, and it was pretty bad. I had busted my shoulder and ended up in the dirt bruised and sore. Everyone was talking, telling me I should quit, that I wasn’t cut out for it anymore.”

He paused, as he remembered the night like it was happening before him. “I remember sitting alone in my truck that night, just angry. I was so angry at myself, and at my family, even at the world. But then there was a soft knock on my window.”

“It was Mommy, wasn’t it?” the little girl whispered, her eye’s wide with a grin like she was hearing the story for the first time.

Rhett nodded, leaning down to nuzzle her head softly. “Yeah, Babygirl, It was. She showed up with a milkshake she made f’me and a first aid kit. She didn’t say anything right away, she just climbed onto the bench seat and sat there with me. She let me be mad and she let me cry a little, before then she reached over and took my hand. Then she said something that would change me forever. She told me ‘You don’t have to be strong all the time, Rhett. Let someone else love you for a change’”

He paused for a moment, before continuing “I kissed her that night for the first time, right there in the truck. And she kissed me back.”

He leaned over to kiss the top of your daughter’s head, softly muttering "And that was the start of us. And I’ve loved her like my life depends on it every day since. Didn't know I could love someone so much until your Mama and you."

The room had gone quiet. Your daughter blinking sleepily, her eyes drooping and her breathing slowing as she muttered softly “Daddy?”

“Yeah, Sunshine?” Rhett responded softly, his hand rubbing small circles on your daughter's cheek with his thumb. “I’m really glad you met Mommy.” she responds softly.

Rhett smiled softly, leaning his head down to rest atop of hers, quietly whispering “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”