#I want to go to Yellowstone SO badly

[pollyna]

"Aren't you a tall drink of water?"

I wasn't expecting that.

[pileofboneswrites]

IN THE WIND_oneshot.yellowstone

SUMMARY — loosely inspired by the song cheyenne by ian munsick. every year he never asks anything from you, resigned to the routine you've created; you pull into the yellowstone, park your trailer, and spend all your time with him, and then when august rolls around you pack it all in, and leave. this year, instead of dancing around the heartache, he [and a few others] ask you to stay.

PAIRING — fem!reader x lee dutton

WORD COUNT — 4.1k

WARNINGS — established friends with benefits type relationship, lee has been in love with reader since they met, pinning, allusions to smut, lee watches reader get dressed – reader puts on a show, no use of y/n — everyone calls her honey as a nickname, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of murder (not overly graphic), mentions of past abuse, angst

you put your truck in park, tucked along the side of the house like you always do. you open the trailer up, lead you horse peaches out into the fenced off area out front, and then wander up the front steps and into the house. you kick off your boots, and pad through the hallway, taking in the view from the living room windows. you enter the open concept kitchen, grabbing a beer and setting to work on tidying up. you start with the dishes, there aren't as many as there were last time.

next, you sweep, the build up of dirt he's tracked into the house has you frowning. after, you throw laundry in — your own clothes first of course. next is vacuuming, followed by grabbing the load of groceries from your cold box in your truck. lastly, you step into the shower, watching the setting sun as you deep condition your hair and shave your legs. when you wrap yourself in your towel you hear the front door open, a pair of boots falling heavily on the hardwood floor.

"honey," lee breathes out, a wide smile on his face as he steps into the warm room, and enveloping you in his arms, his lips latching onto your own.

"hi," you giggle, through pecks to your lips, followed by him slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you allow it for a few moments, relishing in his closeness. you untangle yourself from him, making him frown cutely at you. you give him a teasing smile, and peck him on the lips once more.

"i just swept, and washed those floors of yours, lee dutton. i'm not impressed," you slip past him in your bath towel, tsking at him as you go.

"i'm sorry honey, allow me to make it up to you," he says, a devious smile on his lips, as he follows you into his bedroom.

he catches you by the end of the bed, arms circling your waist as he pulls you flush with his chest. you look up at him throughout your eye lashes, and he bites his lip looking down into your eyes. he dips his head, resting his forehead on your shoulders, his lips ghosting over your collarbone. you want so badly to give in, but you have plans tonight.

"sorry cowboy," you murmur, pushing him away, turning towards his closet—where you keep a sizable amount of your clothes. "you need to shower, and get dressed."

"dressed? for what?" he groans dropping onto the end of the bed, slipping off his boots.

"the carnival? you promised tate last summer we'd be there to ride on the rollercoaster with him?" you say, glancing at him over your shoulder.

"you remember that?" he asks, rasing an eyebrow at you.

you giggle, dropping your towel to put on your underwear. lee moans quietly at the view of your naked body. you slowly pull them up, bending over to give him a full view of your bum. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes never leaving your skin as you tease him.

you nod, "i do, and he's only text me about it everyday since – so y'know, it'd be hard to forget."

"yeah..." he agrees with you absentmindedly, eyes clinging to your chest as you twist your bra around your chest pulling it up. "hard to– hard to forget."

you make a show of putting your arms through the straps, and pulling the cups up. lee hangs off your every move, his fascination with your body not ending even with your boobs covered. his eyes rake up and down your figure, his eyes dark, and his bottom lip betweeen his teeth as he works through something silently. you feel smug with satisfaction as you step closer, slinging one leg over either side of his hips. you sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, bringing his attention back up to your face.

"baby," you whisper, lips ghosting over his.

"mhmm," he hums, hands landing on your hips.

"you promised,"

he nods, "i did,"

"but?"

his grip on your hips tightens, briefly, then retract.

"nothing, honey, i can wait." he leans in closer to your ear, "but tonight, i'm not going to be able to stop myself."

a shiver goes up your spine, goosebumps exploding over your arms. you missed that. he easily lifts you off his lap, setting you beside him. he stands, heading into the bathroom to shower, the door clicking closed calmly behind him. you sit there, surprised by his show of restraint. he doesn't normally do that, normally he would have had your face pressed into the mattress in a seconds notice. after taking a second to collect yourself, you stand up, and walk back over to the closet.

you pick out a dark green summer dress, a pair of brown cowboy boots in better shape than the ones you'd worn here. you grab a cardigan, and a cowboy hat that matches your boots. you then go back into the kitchen, and grab your cellphone from where you'd left it charging. two missed messages from monica dutton long.

hi aunt honey it's tate! excited to see you and uncle lee tonight rollercoster here we come!

hey, it's monica, just wanted to let you and lee know we'll be by the ticket booth. tate's very excited, see you at 9.

ten minutes pass, and lee is walking down the hallway. he's wearing a button that coincidentally matches your dress, his good hat and his best boots. he looks refreshed, the stress of the day washed away, and a easy smile on his face.

"well don't you look handsome," you smile, stepping into his embrace.

he kisses you deeply, your knees go weak, his arm sliding around your back steadying you. he smirks into your lips, and you pull back rolling your eyes playfully at him. you forgot how much you enjoyed being here, being with him.

"honey, you are the most beautiful woman i have ever met; dressed up like this, or covered in sweat and dirt from a long day."

your heartaches at his confession; it's temporary, you'll be gone again come the end of august. then the cycle continues. you smile, enjoy it now. lee's always been your favourite, it's why you keep coming back. he always knows what to say to make your knees weak, and how to break your heart.

"we'd better go," you say, ignoring the disappointment in his eyes as you walk away.

you're always walking away.

x

"i had so much fun!" tate yells, hoisting the matching bear to yours over his head.

"and now he's going to take forever to get to sleep tonight," monica laughs, "thanks for the sugar rush, aunt honey."

"pshhh, he'll crash the minute you get him in the truck." you reply, "and no problem, i live for these moments,"

"it was good seeing you, honey." monica says, pulling you into a hug.

"you too mon, we need to get coffee before i leave." you tell her, giving her a light squeeze.

"why don't you stay?" she asks, watching as tate makes a beeline for the truck, climbing into the backseat as kayce follows behind him, chatting with lee.

"i can't," you can't tear your eyes away from lee's back as he talks with his youngest sibling, which doesn't go unnoticed by his sister-in-law.

"why not? you and lee act like a married couple and besides; you're perfect for each other." her tone is gentle, like she's talking to an easily spooked animal.

"because..." you debate telling her the truth, the real reason you run every year, and your heart wins out over your rational thinking. "i know that he'll always be there this way, i don't think he'd want me if he had me fulltime."

"how could you possibly think that? lee looks at you like you personally hung the moon, sun and stars. he's so in love with you," she says, smiling softly at you. "you have to know that by now. he turns into a completely different person when you're gone."

"i know he is, i see it in the way he looks at me. i just– i'm terrified of ruining what we have. i'm not an easy person to love, i've been told that my whole life; i'm impulsive, stubborn, bossy, rude, selfish.... he doesn't deserve someone like that. he deserves someone who's sweet, and kind, and... good." you say, "someone like him."

"i don't know... the way you describe yourself; that's not the person i see. i see someone so full of love, and life, someone that helps others no matter what, honey, i've literally seen you give someone the shirt off your back. whoever's pumped your head full of that hate, was trying to convince you you're evil, when you're not. you're none of those things."

"i appreciate that, i'm not sure you're entirely right, but thank you." you shoot her a half smile, and squeeze her shoulder before you break away, walking towards lee's truck.

he meets you halfway, entwining your fingers, and pulling you closer.

he smiles at you, "that was fun,"

"i knew you'd have a good time,"

"thank you for making me come tonight,"

"thank you for winning me a big ass teddy bear," you reply, holding the giant black bear. "i love him, and i'm going to call him dusty,"

"dusty, eh?" he qestions, pulling your door open for you.

"do you have any better ideas?" you quiry, sliding into your seat.

he leans against the passenger door, his head tilted to the side as he thinks. after a few seconds he shakes his head, ducking down to kiss you once. twice. three times before closing the door and walking around to the drivers side.

"wanna grab a pizza on the way?" he asks, and you nod excitedly. "barneys?"

"barneys!" you say it at the same time, and he laughs, patting your left thigh.

x

three weeks later, you're sitting in one of the muskoka chairs up by the main house, a blanket over your legs as you and tate roast marshmallows.

"yours is burning!" tate says, pointing to your marshmallow.

"i love them burnt!" you reply, watching as it catches fire.

"that's weird," tate makes a face, "burnt ones are gross,"

"nuh-huh, they're the best!"

"no! golden ones are!"

"ewwww," comes lee's voice from behind the two of you, "marshmallows? gross!"

"i agree with you there," kayce says, from his chair across the fire pit.

"i second it, too sweet." john adds from beside kacey, and tate looks shocked.

"grandpa! you don't like marshmallows?"

john shakes his head, a disgusted look on his face.

"that's devastating," tate says, and monica lets out a snort of laughter.

"who taught you that word?" she asks, trying to keep a straight face as he stares her down.

"aunt honey, she says it a lot." tate shrugs, turning back to the fire.

monica gives you a quizzical look, as lee sits down beside you, between your chair and hers on your right side. so i don't say fuck in front of your kid, you mouth at her, and she nods in understanding.

"cause i'm trying not to corrupt you," you add, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to give him a quick hug.

"yeah, besides, his dad does a good enough job on his own." lee chuckles making kayce roll his eyes, and flip his brother off while tate's looking away.

"how long are you down for now?" john asks, when the conversation dies down.

your eyes snap to lee, who's looking staight ahead into the darkness. monica and kayce exchange a look before they both take turns glancing at you, and lee.

"uh, 'm not sure just yet," you say awkwardly, your shoulders tensing automatically.

you feel like a dear caught in the headlights. john nods, his attention being stolen by rip who materializes next to him. feeling like john just smacked you, you excuse yourself, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders, and making your way to lee's house. you sit out on the steps, thinking about what you were doing. i'm not good for lee. staying would be a mistake, it would ruin what we have. then i'd be all alone again. you're not sure how long you'd been sat alone, staring off into the dark when you hear lee's boots crunching gravel.

"you okay?" you ask him, and his eyebrows pull together in confusion.

"i'm fine, are you, okay?"

you force yourself to nod, "of course,"

he reaches out for your hand, and you immediately give it to him, allowing him to guide you up into the house. you shed your uggs, blanket, jacket, sweatpants and sweater, when you enter his bedroom. you crawl into bed, pulling the blankets up and waiting for him to crawl in next to you. he does, turning the lights off, and shimmying close to you. you rest your head on his chest, and even after you hear his soft snoring, you can't fall alseep. you lay there, eyes closed trying to sleep, but then the first ray of light speaks into the room.

before you know it, it's six am, and lee's softly shifting you over so he can go shower. you stare up at the ceiling, unmoving. the room is still dark, and when he steps out of the bathroom, towel around his hips, and his hair dripping wet. you pretend to be sleeping when he leans over the bed to give your temple a quick kiss, before he heads down to the bunkhouse. you lie there, staring up at the ceiling, your mind racing. you met lee at a bar in town when you were eighteen, you'd been passing through, on your way to your next race, when he'd caught your eye.

you ended up spending the month curled up in his sheets, praying that it would never end. but like all good things in your life, it did. you'd had a blow out fight about something ridiculous, and after he fell asleep that night you left. you found yourself passing through the following summer, part of you praying you'd see him again. and you did. he sat perched on a bar stool, chatting with rip and two other hands from the ranch. rip saw you first, a knowing smile on his lips, then the other two—who you later came to know as colby and ryan—their conversation fizzled out quickly.

lee had stood, ready to leave for the night, but when he twisted around on that bar stool, he saw you standing there. a smile broke out on his face, and the next thing you knew, you were face down on his mattress, and all was forgotten. it was a cycle that repeated itself for years, this being your tenth summer returning to yellowstone. you couldn't help yourself, there was just something so magnetic about him. you couldn't stay away even if you tried. you show up, play house, counting down the days until a fight breaks out and then you disappear like leaves in the wind.

this time something was different though. everyone around you seemed to be trying to get you to stay. you'd had conversations with kayce, beth, tate, monica and even rip. that was the one you kept rolling over the most. you'd had a similar childhood as he did, but instead of you ending things, your father took your mother and two younger sister's lives then his own. you were seventeen. the only things you had left after that, was your horse, peaches, your truck and trailer. other than some clothes, that was all. you were a traveller, rarely staying in one spot long enough to form any meaningful connections.

lee and the dutton's were an anomaly to that. maybe that was why you always came back, but you couldn't be sure. rip had intercepted you just before supper one night, and despite never having had a much of a real conversation (besides small talk) in your ten years as acquaintances, you sat and listened to what he had to say. rip being a man of few words, had talked to–well more like at you–for twenty minutes. in that time, he'd managed to make you really wonder if running was the best option. you can only run for so long, eventually you'll be too old too, and then what? what would you have to show for it?

you phone goes off on the nightstand, and you sigh, forcing yourself to sit up. monica dutton long. you hit answer, and greet her.

"sorry, were you sleeping?"

"no, no, you're fine. what can i do for you?"

"tate was hoping you'd be up for a ride, i've packed a picnic, and kayce and lee said they'd meet us for lunch."

"sure, that sounds fun," you smile softly, your head screaming, see? you'd miss this if you left. you always do. "i'll get peaches ready, and meet you down at the barn,"

"awesome, tate's already excited. see you down there,"

you hang up, and slide out of bed. your feet hit the hard wood floor, and you go through your routine. you brush your teeth, put on a ballcap, and then throw on a t-shirt, jeans and your boots. you grab a bag of the cookies you bakes yesterday, and jump onto the four wheeler lee leaves for you so you can get around the far without using your truck. over the years, you've noticed that lee gets weird about your truck. it's probably because anytime you go near it, you're usually hauling ass out of yellowstone. you blink away the thought, and head down towards the barn.

lloyd is standing in the bunkhouse doorway when you park the four wheeler, "coffee?"

"oh, yes please." you nod, and he disappears inside returning moments later with a mug for you. "thanks, lloyd."

"you're welcome sweetheart," he smiles at you, and the pair of you stand in a comfortable silence, enjoying your coffee. "y'know, it's nice seeing you around here again,"

the guilt you've felt since you stepped into lee's house flairs back to life, and you nod, forcing a small smile. you go to walk towards the stall's, and he catches your elbow pulling you back.

"i know you've heard it a lot since you got back," he says, staring you down, "but everytime you leave; it's like lee loses part of him... you know that saying, "behind every good man, there's a great woman"? lee needs his great woman around. he needs you around,"

your eyes fill with tears, and you're sobbing before you have much of a chance to try and keep yourself together. lloyd's eyes go wide, and if you weren't losing your mind, you'd have laughed. he guides you into the bunkhouse, closing the door behind him. you plop down at the table, and try to calm yourself. lloyd stares at you, waiting patiently.

"i'm sorry," you mumble, using the shoulder of your shirt to wipe your eyes. "i don't know why that happened,"

"i didn't mean to push you," lloyd tells you, a look of guilt in his eyes.

"no, oh god no, please don't. this isn't your fault. i just..." you trail off looking at your feet. "can i vent for a minute?"

he nods, pulling out a chair and sitting beside you, "please,"

"i come from a pretty fucked up family," you start, lee doesn't even know about what happened to your family. you liked it that way, because every time you give someone an insight into your background, their perspective changed and they started treating you like glass. "i mean, who's isn't? mine... well, mine is a different kind of fucked up. my dad snapped one night, murdered my mom, two baby sisters, and then killed himself. no one's really sure why he did it; he was abusive as shit, sure, but that– that was a kind of rage he never displayed before. he didn't leave a note, he just did it, and then shot himself in the head. go figure the old bastard went the easy way,"

you sigh leaning forward resting your head in your hands, "i started running that night. i'd snuck out to see a boy, and came home to find them all dead. i just took off. had i not snuck out, i would be just like them. i don't have friends, i don't have any family, i've tried to keep to myself but when i met lee... my desire to be isolated changed. i just wanted to be with him. when i'm not here, all i can think about is whether he's safe or not. he's all i think about, but... my dad made it incredibly clear to me growing up that i was a burdern, unlovable, worthless, a waste of space... that kind of thing is difficult to just forget. he told me that everyday, for seventeen years. the scariest part of it all, is that i have my father's rage. i don't want to be like him, but i'm terrified that if i'm too close, i won't see it and it'll be too late."

you look up at lloyd, tears in your eyes, "he told me i wasn't worth loving, and i believe him. i hate leaving, i'm tired of it, but i'm terrified."

someone clears their throat from the doorway, the pair of you jumping at the noise. you turn your head, and see lee standing there, clutching the doorknob so tightly his fingers turn white. lloyd clears his throat, and stands, leaning down only to give your hand a light squeeze. lloyd leaves, and lee closes the door. it takes four long strides before lee is pulling you to your feet by your elbow, and crashing his lips to yours. you're surprised by the action, but melt into his touch. when the pair of you pull apart, breathing heavily, he rests his forehead against yours.

"i love you," he breaths, "you are worthy of love, you deserve happiness, and you are good."

your eyes water, again.

"how do you know i'm not a monster?" you whisper.

"because i know you. you bake cookies when you can't sleep, you pick up spiders and take them outside instead of killing them despite the fact that you're terrified of them, you close your eyes every time you see roadkill because it makes you sad that an animal died, you'd sooner adopt every animal than see them suffer, cute animals excite you, you're scared of thunder but always put on a brave face for tate because you don't want him to freak out, you hold doors open for everyone, and pay for peoples groceries or meal if they can't afford it. you are light, you are warmth, you are so damn good."

you bury your face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he holds you tightly. never in the ten years that lee has known you, has he ever seen your eyes water, let alone see you cry. someone knocks softly on the door, and then monica pokes her head in.

"oh, sorry– i was just going to ask if you guys were ready, but if now doesn't work–"

"no, now's good," you say, pulling your face away from his chest. "we were just–"

"she's staying," lee cuts you off, and she lets out an excited squeal.

"i have to tell kayce and tate!" she says, quickly disappearing.

you look up at him through red, swollen eyes, a teasing smile on your lips.

"i'm staying am i?" you ask wrapping your arms around his back. "'cause last i checked, you're the only one who hasn't asked me to stay."

"hasn't?" he echoes, an embarrassed look on his face as he looks down at you.

"oh yeah, your family was on me the minute i pulled in. you just happened to catch me in the aftermath of lloyd asking me."

"even rip?"

you nod, "especially rip. i think he had me convinced, but i wanted to hear it from you before i made my final decision."

he looks into your eyes, a serious look you've never seen before sliding over his features, "stay, please."

"okay," you whisper, not breaking eye contact, as his lips twitch up.

"marry me?" he says next, "please."

despite how badly he's caught you off guard, you find yourself immediately nodding, a wide smile crossing your face as he grabs you and spins you. you giggle, and he laughs, the pair of you hugging each other tightly.

"i love you," you tell him, "i love you so damn much, and i'm sorry for not you telling you sooner."

"it's ok, because we know now. that's good enough for me."

you nod, "me too."

[bullet-prooflove]

4500 Follower Celebration Bingo - The Vet: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Tagging: @readmetosleep @kierawashere01 @Hangmanscoming @1-fuzzy-squirrels @nerdypinupcrystal

Prequel to upcoming September piece Broken - Travis Wheatley

Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.

 If You Want Me, You Can Have Me - They say that Rip Wheeler doesn't have a heart.

Stay Tonight - Rip asks to stay the night.

Use Your Words (NSFW) - Rip teases you.

Clover - Rip comforts you.

Rip’s at the Foreman’s House when he hears the gunshots echo over the pasture in the darkness. He’s just uncorked that bottle of that red you like from the winery in town because it’s been over a year since you stole this old cowboy’s heart and he wants to do something special to mark the occasion.

“I’m on my way.” You had promised him only a few minutes earlier when you’d called him. “I just need to check in Artemis.”

Gina’s horse had injured it’s leg during a barrel racing exercise a week ago and you’d been treating her since. Her cottage is less than a mile down the lane from Rip’s residence so he knows it won’t take long for you to arrive.

The instant he hears the two gunshots, something twists in his chest because they’re close, too fucking close. Both his home and Gina’s are on the Dutton’s land so he knows no one would dare go hunting in these fields. He tucks his own gun into the waistband of his jeans before he snatches up the keys to the truck and hurtles out the door.

Gina’s driveway is unusually busy when he pulls up outside her residence. There’s a black SUV he doesn’t recognise parked alongside the stables and your pickup blocks his path, the engine still running, the driver’s door thrown open.

Already he can hear the sounds of scuffle coming from the stable, shadows flicker against the warm illumination as a man curses and wood creaks.

“Touch that fucking horse and I will fucking kill you.” He hears you spit as he swings into the stables, his own gun drawn.

The scene before him is far from the one he expected.

Teal Beck is sagged against the door of Artemis’s stall, cradling his right arm close to his chest as blood jets from his badly broken nose. Dislocated shoulder, Rip assumes as Artemis paces her stall, tossing her head and grinding her teeth.

You’re standing with a Glock clasped in both your hands, finger on the trigger, weapon trained on Beck. There isn’t a single waver in you, your feet are spread apart, shoulders aligned just like they taught you when you signed up for a career in the Army as a miliary veterinarian. You’d done three tours before you resigned your commission and returned to Montana to take over your daddy’s practice.

“He was coming in here to kill the horse.” You tell Rip with a tone that could freeze the rivers of hell.

Of course, you’d go this crazy over a fucking horse. You leave and breathe for the animals under your care, every charge takes a tiny piece of your heart and you’d protect them with your life.

“You need to check on Gina.” You tell him, inclining your head slightly as you keep your eyes Teal. “Where there’s one Beck brother…”

There’s usually another.

Malcolm Beck’s been making his displeasure about his ex-wife known ever since that rodeo journalist had published the article about her come back. They’d all thought she was down and out after being kicked to the curb by him but now she’s back on the circuit, winning for the Yellowstone. She’s been spotted in the company of the rodeo king himself, Travis Wheatley.

It must have pushed every single one of that SOB’s buttons to see she was succeeding without him.

“Go.” You say again, this time more urgently. “I can take care of Teal, but Gina needs help.”

Rip’s already in motion, rushing from the stable as you keep the gun fixed on younger Beck brother.

“You better fucking hope he hasn’t laid a hand on her.” You say to Teal, your finger tightening on the trigger. “Otherwise you won’t live to see another sunrise.”

Teal smiles at you through bloody teeth.

“If that girl ain’t dead yet, she’s gonna wish she was by the time my brother’s finished with her.”

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[shiroikabocha]

Tagged by @missr3n3 , got me feeling nostalgic for those old LJ tagging memes from the early 2000s

Rules: tag 10 or more people (or fewer or none, I’m not your mom) you’d like to get to know better and answer these questions about yourself

Relationship status: married??!? I’m still surprised about it too

Favorite color: don’t have one exactly, but I like a lot of greens

Song stuck in head: hehehehehe Animals by Maroon 5 because wife and I were making jokes about it (baby you think that yOU CAN HIDe i can smell your scENT FOR miles—babe u stinky pls respond???)

Favorite food: extremely tough to choose! Probably some combination of fruit, cheese, and bread (i.e. an unspeakable mutant quesadilla filled diced apples)

(mmm I think I know what I’m making for lunch now…)

Last song heard: uhhhh does my wife badly singing Animals count

Dream trip: I have no experience in wildlife tracking and I know the Yellowstone wolf-watchers are a pretty dedicated community, so it’s not like I’d even be able to do this without a lot more free time and money to commit to it, BUT. I want to spend an off-season in Yellowstone and Grand Teton observing the wolves. I don’t even know how to use a spotting scope but I want to go soooo baaaaad

Last thing searched: info on HHC edible. Apparently it’s supposed to be “very mild” and about half as psychoactive as delta-8, which is itself about half as psychoactive as original flavor THC, but my wife’s anecdotal evidence (several couchbound hours enraptured by Bob Ross) indicates otherwise

I guess I’ll tag, uh, @frickelfrackatictac ? @hmantegazzi ? @ladyattercop ? @ghostly-blackbird ? @miltonlibassistantn1fan ? @taylachan (hbd!) @scumtrout ? @sawbloopers2004 ? I don’t know a ton of people on here, do the thing if the spirit moves you

[bellarkeselection]

1923 Yellowstone

Spencer Dutton - requests open

After the Hunter's Heart - request from @demi321win-chester Spencer Dutton one shot, maybe where he rescues y/n and finds out that she is tough as nails?

I've Been More Than A Friend - Request from @bvbwestfall Reader is Spencer's childhood friend and hears that Spencer has been home for a few days so she goes over to the dutton ranch and slaps him and they fight but confess feelings for each other (I actually love this request for him ❤️)

Hunter's Doctor - request from @demi321win-chester Spencer Dutton where the female reader finds Spencer badly hurt and takes care of him and he doesn’t want to leave her?

For Better or Worse - Request from @demi321win-chester Spencer Dutton where he is infatuated with the reader and when she falls into a depression episode he does every thing to help her? Please!

Knight In a Cowboy Hat - anonymous request Hi, I’ve just been really depressed, can I ask a female reader being saved and comforted by Spencer Dutton? Maybe a little longer then usual? Thank you so much!

Sexy Angel Ain't You're Only Nickname - request from @demi321win-chester Spencer Dutton where he and the reader are back at the ranch and the reader protects the other women and Spencer is proud and bragging about her

A lifetime of Lovin' You - anonymous ask Before going to the war Spencer and you have a one night stand five months later you show up at the duttons crying because the towns people run you out of town you write a letter to Spencer and tell him your pregnant and he doesn't have to marry you because it was just a one night stand it meant nothing but you actually love Spencer unknown to you he feels the same

Being a Parent isn’t always a Thrill - Wattpad request from hardywoman99 - Spencer has a 13 year old daughter who doesn't listen to him when she goes out into the woods and accidentally gets attacked by a bear

Creighton’s and Dutton’s Don’t Mix - Request from hardywoman99 on Wattpad, Spencer has a daughter named Elizabeth who has been seeing a boy named James who is the son of Banner Creighton. One night when Spencer gets home he finds the boy in his house and handles the situation

Jacob Dutton - requests open

Friend of the Duttons - request from @bvbwestfall Reader battles with the sheep herder before he even went into town later on when the sheep herder trespasses on the dutton ranch she tracks him and gets caught up in the attack they almost shoot her but Jacob yells " no shes a friend ! "

The Sheriff's Daughter - requested from @hcwthewestwaswcn Can I request something with Jacob Dutton, maybe they have been friends and had secret feelings for each other. What if she ends up pregnant and has his baby?

Jack Dutton - request open

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah do you watch Yellowstone? I remember seeing your posts about Kevin Costner👀 but anyway can you do some conversations with Eddie based on if the reader was like Beth? Her and I are so similar so I’m just interested I’d how it would go😂🙈

Hiiii babes!! So yes I 10000% do watch Yellowstone and Beth is…she’s is goals for how I wish I’d stand up for myself lol so I hope you like these💖

-For those who don’t watch the show or know who Beth Dutton is, she’s someone who will do ANYTHING for her family/people she loves and is in fact terrifying if you’re on her shit list so just think of someone who’s a bitch but like extra spicy✨

*Eddie loves you even when you get joy out of ruining other people’s lives*

“I’ll be right back.” “Baby you don’t have to do that…” “Eddie they can’t think they can talk to you like that and get away with it okay? So…I’ll be right back.” “Sweetheart all they said was I need a haircut…it’s fine.” “It’s not fine. Your hair is gorgeous and I like that it’s good for pulling on so yeah they are going to get a little piece of my mind.” “Just…don’t make anyone bleed okay?” “Eh I can’t make any promises honey…now just stay here and look pretty okay?”

“How was your day princess?” “Oh it was so good Eddie you should’ve seen this man’s face when I told him he was fired…it was priceless.” “That…does sound like a good day baby.” “Like really if I could’ve taken a picture of it I’d get it framed and send it to him as a Christmas gift.” “Who did you fire?” “That fucking asshole from marketing who kept telling me I was too abrasive and should soften up a bit.” “Ohh yeah…I remember him…what a prick.” “I know it just really chapped his ass that I was the one to fire him…felt amazing.” “I can tell it really made you happy.” “Come on let’s go celebrate…I want to get drunk.”

“Big day today sweetheart?” “Today is the day I make that asshole Derek regret ever stepping foot into my office.” “Sounds…fun.” “Oh it’s going to be so fun. What’s on your agenda for today honey?” “Uh just working at the shop…Nancy’s car is the first one I have to work on today.” “You’ll let me know if Wheeler puts the moves on you okay? Tell her I’m the only one that gets a discount for sleeping with the best mechanic at that shop.” “Will do baby.” “I think she knows better but you never know…you’re quite an eye full in your work uniform covered in grease…with your hair up so I wouldn’t blame her for wanting a piece of you.” “The grease and hair in a bun really do it for you huh?” “If I didn’t have a full schedule today I’d drop by and give you a little afternoon delight but…sadly it’ll just have to wait.” “Lucky for you..I make house calls for my favorite customers.” “That so? Well then I’ll see you later Mr. Mechanic…I have to go…love you!” “Love you too have fun torturing Derek.”

“I love you okay? But that was fucking rude so I’m going to go sleep in the guest room.” “Baby come on I’m sorry…Don’t go.” “I have to go Eddie or I’ll probably kick your ass or say some mean shit and I don’t want to do either of those things.” “I’ll gladly let you kick my ass sweetheart…just stay please.” “You really think I have a temper?” “Uh…” “what the fuck is uh? That’s not an answer asshole.” “Uhm..well yeah baby you have a bit of a temper but usually it’s not aimed towards me so it’s…fine.” “I can’t help it I’m a passionate person Eddie.” “I know you are baby and I love that about you…I can handle you when you’re in a fighting mood so it’s okay…I promise I didn’t mean it badly.” “You..can handle me?…you really think so?” “Yeah…I can handle you sweetheart.” “We’ll see about that.”

[aerospectrum]

Unsure if I sent a response back sorry adhd brain is bad sometimes LOL but it’s been lovely talking to you too! I don’t have anyone to talk about the show with besides my mom who watches it with me but I still have Yellowstone brainrot. Again I’m a Beth girlie but it’s nice to talk to others in the fandom and discuss. I think the show is great because they’re all such victims of each other and the family dynamics are just horrifically toxic. Every relationship John has with his children is abusive and volatile in some degree. Branding Kayce because he disobeyed him. Pushing and punishing Jamie because he’s not who he wants him to be, sending him away to college when that’s not what he wanted. Beth is extremely loyal to him to her own detriment because I personally feel like she’s trying to make up for killing her mother and taking his wife away from him, but no matter how much she tries she won’t ever make that up in John’s eyes. Anyways, you have a good one 💕

Aaaahhh I have so many thoughts also the adhd brain is a mood for sure my dude! sorry it took me forever to get to this! I’ll put my stuff under a cut again only because I tend to ramble and I gotta save the dash sanity for others lol

ok first I wanna go back to Beth lmfao. god she has such depth to her and I feel like we’ve been cheated by T.Sher so badly. Her trauma is unreal and so unprocessed and so unexplored and it’s not faaaair. When it’s Christmas and she is terrified of what’s happening to her??? puberty and she’s terrified, my poor child, I felt so sad that that was such a scary moment for her and then she was already in pain too and her mom was just like “now I have to make sure you’ll survive this man’s mans world and make you ultra haaaard” that made me so sad because I feel like she already was trying so hard to survive as a child. then the flashback to her mothers death. Genuinely I still feel so much rage over it. She was clearly uncomfortable and did not want to be on this big animal that she wasn’t comfortable controlling and unsure of being on and her mom just idk completely disregarded her and basically told her “you’re shit outta luck man up” like girl what??? Your young daughter is feeling very unsafe on a dangerous animal, I get pushing your kids to face their fears but like why did it have to be a joke to East Jesus nowhere??? Then ITS NOT EVEN BETH’S FAULT, Evelyn’s horse spooks(it’s not even looking at Beth, Beth does nothing wrong and nothing at all to affect her horse) but yeah it spooks it’s fucking self and obviously crushes her but Beth is already weeping and scared and blaming herself and Kayce is so intune with the needs of everyone so he pleads for her to let him go get John and she LOCKS EYES WITH BETH AND BLAMES HER!!! straight up is like nah Beth’s the reason my horse spooked it’s her fault my horse crushed me she made this mistake being a completely normal scared child she has to fix this mistake

Beth didn’t even hardly know the way back her horse bucks her off, she gets hurt she runs back she’s already internalizing the grief of this unfair blame she’s saddled with and then what happens???? JOHN YELLS AT HEEEEER. crying screaming throwing up dyyyyying. home girl literally got blamed by her mom for killing her and then he dad yells at her for crying and being hurt and scared oh my gosh I’m so mad lmao. Um…. but yeah. Beth clearly struggled with anxiety and security at a young age and I think she wanted to make her mother proud and prove she was hard enough to survive “with the boys” so she could survive her own survivors guilt that Evelyn forced her to experience maybe???

also yeah!!! I do think John blamed Beth for his wife’s death and she’s desperate to make up for it but also resents John for moving on with any other woman because I think he made sure she felt she was responsible for Evelyn’s death and his unhappiness afterwards— maybe somehow that ties into like her resentment of what Jamie did to her too? Like maybe it triggers this massive guilt in her where she subconsciously thinks well fuck I stole my fathers happiness so my brother stole mine??? God idk what even is meta? Probably not this lol.

not me writing a novel on Beth’s childhood… but then a few years pass and she asks Jamie for help and yeah he fucks it up because well idk part of me does feel it was lazy writing on Tshers behalf again, because they had to be teens in the 90s and sterilization on Rez’s stopped in the 70’s I’m pretty sure idk still. But also like I just think with the fear of failing and the deep rooted trauma of “inate otherness” that Jamie clearly carried around from a young age I just don’t genuinely feel like it was in his character to allow Beth to suffer like that. He would’ve spoken up or argued with her about how he wouldn’t let her go in that clinic. They would’ve fought like shit but he would’ve convinced her that John finding out was better than being cheated out of motherhood and idk Beth and Jamie are just so goddamn conniving (in a good way) that they would’ve saved Rip from John’s wrath.

John’s undying love for the land and his egos unquenchable thirst for false pride and accolades is definitely his downfall as a father in my mind. They definitely are all victims of one another’s traumas and John’s refusal to acknowledge he’s the creator or root/epicenter of it all. All the siblings deserve so much better and I’ll never forgive the writing for completely wiping Lee out of the story too!!!

I also think about how if this is along the storyline that the Rez is still sterilizing women then John was completely ok with Kayce forcing that torture and agony on Monica if it meant protecting the pride of his ranch. But suddenly he’s upset Jamie took Beth there, like is he blind to his own double standards? Fuck but I love johns depth too. They’re all so weirdly complex and i end up thinking damn this man has a lifetime of unfiltered and unfinished trauma too aaaaaaaaahhhhh. I want to write all the things with Beth and John and Jamie lol. They sooth the shallow waters of my weird little soul soil.

sorry I ramble so badly, I can’t tell if that’s the adhd working or if I’m really just bad at staying on track because everything reminds me of something else and then I can’t find my way back to the circles beginning! But I’ve loved your asks they’ve been such high points in my time here thank you so much for talking and sharing in this with me my dude, I hope you have an excellent day/night/afternoon/dusk and beyond lol.

[c-o-r-r-u-p-t]

Dear younger self,

Every time I write something like this, I imagine the version of myself on the day I gave myself caffeine poisoning. I had stayed home all day looking at rent prices and trying to figure out what I might be able to afford when I’m all grown up, dreaming of one day having my own nyc apartment

I loved to plan. I loved to dream of the future and think of the trips I wanted to take and the things I wanted to experience. It’s why it’s so ironic that I was so insanely suicidal back then. I had also given myself food poisoning because I drank about 7 cups of coffee that day trying to convince myself I like it so I could live off of it, because it had no calories and that’s what all the other girls with eating disorders did. It still feels weird to put myself in that category tho but I definitely had problems with eating for a long time.

Anyway, that’s who I’m writing to. I’m writing to the kid that lost most their friends because they couldn’t bare to leave their bed and spent all their free time at school crying in the library or desperately looking for an escape through books. The kid that let themselves have a whole 700 calories that day, in total, as a birthday present to themselves. To the kid that dissociated for hours a day in the bathtub to daughter while the cuts on their hips slowly bled into the water, making them lose so much blood that they collapsed and had to crawl naked to their room before anyone found them. To the kid that wanted so badly to be happy but just couldn’t, but could still dream

Dear younger me,

We fucking did it. We did it all. Everything that you planned, everything you held on to when there was nothing around, everything you wanted to be. When all you could do to stay alive was dream about the possibilities of your future being brighter. We fucking did it. We moved to nyc. We even have a park out the window. We hiked the fucking Appalachian trail. The whole fucking thing, just like you said. Started and finished by yourself, too. Taken a few other solo trips too, like to Yellowstone last year. We even spent a semester abroad, and got to find out what falling in love in Greece is like. We not only got the psych degree that you’ve wanted since 9th grade, but one of the professors saw your potential and gave you a shot to prove it as a volunteer at the Bronx zoo. You worked so hard that you’re a zookeeper now. Can you actually believe it? A fucking zookeeper!!! Thats actually your adult career..... We didn’t even think that was a real possibility back then!!! And we fucking got it. And it’s hard but it’s so good and so rewarding. Telling people what you do for a living and watching them react to zookeeper never gets old. We thrive off of people telling us how cool of a job we have. And guess what I brought home today… a fucking LION WHISKER. This is the closest to our life goal we’ve ever been, and we’re really getting there. We have made such a beautiful live for ourself. We some how found a way to be surrounded by nature in the middle of the city. And the friends you make… they’re such a gift. Some of the kindest, most wholesome and caring yet fucking sick people out there, and they love us. We became the type of person that earned love and respect from some truly beautiful people. People who continuously go out of their way to show us love when we need it. They are what keep you going when you need something to lean on. Them and yourself.

I wanted to write this to show myself how far we’ve come from that little kid dreaming of having a life they actually want to live through

We grew up, but all our decisions are for you. For the kid that some how managed to hold on through that fucking hell. You held on for me, so I’m making this life everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Everything I can remember, I’m making happen. I bought my own car for the first time last week, and as soon as I got in it I put on mr rager by kid cudi, like I’ve been planning since 10th grade. I am making my dreams come true. I built a beautiful goddamn life and I’m so proud of how far I’ve come. And I deserve all of it.

[messyo5]

The Return of The NPS Ranger (Just in My Head)

Whenever I feel like I don't know what to do with my life, as in career-wise, I always resort to USAJOBS and I scroll on there for between an hour or four hours. It depends on my sense of security in myself and my will to close the chrome tabs. I do this because one of the first jobs I can remember wanting so badly was to be a park ranger. I loved their neat brown uniforms with the shiny buttons, and how despite having clipped collars, they wore the polo and slacks like a t-shirt and jeans. I loved the way every last one I had met felt familiar and warm, although I suppose that might be because they are some of the first people I had met who matched my own mother's zeal for forestry and ecology. I loved the way they made me feel included and intelligent and made learning and showing off how I cared for the environment so damn exciting (which makes me sound like a hippie but there's worse titles to have, just don't get me confused with them, there's an overlap but we are most definitely not the same). Regardless, the rangers always left me with new ideas and facts and love and wonderment for the intricacies of the world that quite frankly, blew my tiny mind. I was 10 when my family had the traditional TV show arc of going out west from our suburban east coast city to a couple of the numerous parks in the wild deserts and prairies, but most notably, we went to Yellowstone. This trip was so mind altering for me, its one of those experiences that wakes you up. We all have those, for one reason or another we have experiences that wake up something in you that just was already there, but it was dormant, all it needed was a prod or a push or just a single line or thought to make it roar to life and paint your life in new shades of depth and thought and complexity that you had never before imagined. Seeing the architecture of ancient stone, ribboned plains and flats, crystalline pools of sulfur and bacteria, yeah, you could say I was a little interested. In Yellowstone I talked to a 17 year old girl with long dark hair and a voice like a chickadee. She was the driver for one of the yellow taxis for a tour around some of the park's geysers. There at one of the stops she made, while she was wiping off the silica rich water from the windshield of the car, she gave me advice that changed my world, I could start working as a driver for the national parks and get paid $12 an hour (more than I made in a year as a 10 year old) when I turned 16, and the NPS would give you housing and food allowance, which meant that I could work literally anywhere I wanted to and be independent while I was at it. Getting a job like that became my obsession up until I was ACTUALLY 16, then I had a job at a pizza place and was miserable with myself for that, but also realized that with the newfound American-Dream freedom of turning 16 and being able to drive, I valued the time and gas money I was given during the summer to see my friends. But because of that years have gone by and I still haven't worked for the NPS. But its always nagging me in the back of my mind when I think about taking a new job or different job for the year or over the summer. Something seems so fulfilling to go back to that passion, that thing that woke up a chunk of my being. That's why I find myself scrolling the NPS job listings for hours, contemplating all the different paths my life could take if I chose as far as Washington, Cali, Alaska, or as close to home as the Smokies. The people and places I could meet that would make me feel so full of wonderment and life, and more importantly, the little girls I could tell about the salamanders in Appalachia, watching in nostalgic warmth as her grin unfolds and she asks me to tell her more.

[thesefevereddays]

Just as the Darkness Got Very Dark / Another Data Point

By Erika Meitner

People going through

hard times don’t listen

to songs about people

going through hard times,

says my son. Debt, addiction,

chronic bad luck, unemployment—

I’m with you, I say. The only

exception is heartbreak;

when you’re deep in it

you just want a late-night

DJ to spin your pain. The car

radio is playing Jason Isbell

through Wyoming, part of it

in Yellowstone National Park,

home to 500 of the world’s

900 geysers. Mesmerizing

eruptions! Geothermal wonders!

Hot holes and fumaroles!

Last week a Bison

gored a Phoenix woman,

but who knows how close

she got before it charged.

Bison run three times faster

than humans and injure

more people than any animal

in the park—even grizzlies.

In thermal areas the ground

is just a thin crust above

acidic pools, some resembling

milky marbles, others the insides

of celestine geodes reflecting

the sky. Boardwalk signs

all over Yellowstone shout

Dangerous Ground! Potentially

fatal! and despite that—

despite the print of a boy

off-balance, falling through

the surface into a boiling

hot spring, his mouth an O

of fear—despite the warnings

in writing that more than

a dozen people have been

scalded to death here and

hundreds badly burned

or scarred, there are still

the tourons taunting bears,

dipping their fingers

off the side of the Boardwalk

into a gurgling mudpot.

Got a loan out on the truck

but I’m runnin’ out of luck,

sings Isbell, and the parking lots

are packed with license plates

from every state—so many

borrowed RVs taking the curves

too hard, so much rented

bear spray dangling from

carabiners clipped to cargo

short waistbands, and ample

Christianity too: the Jesus

& Therapy t-shirt, the Enjoy

Jesus baseball hat, the all I need

today is a little bit of coffee

and a whole lot of Jesus tote,

Mennonite families with

women in bonnets

hauling toddlers. I want

to tell my son it’s not

shameful to need

something or someone

to help us out of the darkness

when it gets very dark.

Jeff Buckley. Joy Division.

Jesus. Dolly Parton. Even

Delilah and her long

distance dedications

cracking the silence of

every solo backroad

I’ve been driving since

before he was born.

He is sixteen. Does he know

the black hole of loving

and not being loved in return,

the night and its volume?

And the moon—nearly full,

rising over Old Faithful

which erupts on cue

to an appreciative crowd

every ninety-ish minutes.

And the moon, keeping me

insomniac with its light

shining like an interrogation

trick into this cabin

through the crack

between the window

and the blind.

[bullet-prooflove]

Such A Good Girl: Ryan x Reader (Yellowstone)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @Yousigned-upforthis @queenslandlover-93 @hal3ynicol3

Companion piece to:

With Me (NSFW) - Ryan and you send the night together for the first time.

The Morning After - Ryan and you enjoy the morning together.

Adrenaline - Ryan gets turned on by your capability.

My Favourite Kind of Night (NSFW) - Ryan and you send the night together at a law enforcement conference.

Bed Breaking (NSFW) - Ryan breaks your bed.

Marks - Ryan decides he wants to commit.

Wishes - Ryan wishes things were different between the two of you.

Stop Thinking, Start Listening - Ryan hates seeing you with another man.

Kitty - Ryan knows something's not right when he seees you with another man.

The problem is Ryan can’t keep his nose out of your shit, not when he knows you’re doing something dangerous. The thought of you out there undercover, it makes his skin itch because the assholes you work with they don’t have your back, they’ve never had your back. That was made abundantly clear during the first couple of cases the two of you worked on together when you came hurtling in like the cavalry despite the fact there was a hold order on their backup due to a dispute between the Sheriff and John Dutton.

“I think I owe you a drink, for saving my ass back there.” He had told you in the aftermath as he stood on the steps of the precinct, hands tucked into pockets of his jeans.

“You owe me more than a drink. I’ve just got my first write up.” You’d told him, your hands running through your hair as you tied it back into a messy bun. “I was such a good girl before I met you.”

He finds out later that night how much of a good girl you really are and you find out how much of a bad boy he is.

In the present he sits in his car and he thinks over everything he’s learned over the past couple of hours. The ATF believe guns are being run through a microbrewery in Bozeman owned by Sebatian Myers, you’d been selected to pitch in because you’d run a similar operation back in Alabama before you made the switch to Montana. There have been no wire tap warrants, no surveillance requests, they’re running this like you’re a C.I which means you’re out there entirely on your own. What’s actually puzzling to him is the reason that you agreed to it. That op in Alabama, it had ended badly for you. Ryan’s seen the scars, he’s kissed them in the dead of night. Three stab wounds all in your left side, you’d lost your kidney and an enormous amount of blood. You couldn’t be around the department after that, especially after you learned it was your partner who ratted you out, a man you’d worked alongside for three years, who had gambling debts coming out of every orifice.

“I learned my lesson.” You had told him as his fingers had trailed over each of those scars. “Undercover work isn’t for me.”

It’s when he flicks through the file on Myers that he realises what your investment is. Two years ago Myers had been linked to the rape and murder of a teenager from the reservation. It was one of  several cases you inherited from your predecessor. You’d tried to reopen it but the reservation police wouldn’t trade information with you and it wasn’t a priority to the Sheriff’s office so you’d been forced to stand down. You used to have nightmares about it because you felt like you were failing those girls, you’d wake up in a cold sweat and Ryan, he would be right there holding you, soothing you.

He knows you, he knows those cases were something you had never been able to let go because you were convinced that it was still happening, that the killer had just gotten better at concealing it. When the opportunity to investigate Myers had come up you wouldn’t have been able to resist. You’d dressed yourself up and walked straight into the lion’s dean, no back up, no safe guards, just you.

He’s fucking livid because he knows you wouldn’t be pulling this shit if the two of you were together, he would have talked you down, figured out another way.

But you aren’t and that’s  why Ryan’s now sitting outside Myers’ place, his gaze fixed on the windows because he can’t let you do this alone. He won’t let you do this alone.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[jaceeverett]

He let out a laugh, knowing that Deacon was right, to an extent. It did feel like there had been an alien invasion in his home town, except, "I feel more like I'm the alien," he confessed. "Like someone's going to call me out and tell me I don't belong here or something," that someone would probably be his father, or someone he had left in the wind back in high school. But Jason knew that he belonged there, that Merrock was his home town as much as anyone else's, and he did want to be there, despite the hang-ups that he might have had about how absolutely different everything was. "I'd say just a little older, but I feel like it's more than that. Not in a bad way, though -- if I changed, I should expect it from everyone else, too, right?" That was the way that the world works.

Jason's hand shot out to press against the dash as Deacon pulled to a sharp stop, letting out a sputtering laugh, "truck's fault?" he asked, knowing that it probably would've happened in any vehicle that they found themselves in, but. Fun to tease. "Yeah. Sort of like a bucket list thing, the two kind of relate," he leaned back in his seat, as well, as Deacon asked about the army, looking out the window as he talked. "We used to play 'anywhere but here,' me and some army buddies. Pick any place in the world that we would rather be at that moment. I always said Wyoming. Loved the way Yellowstone looked in my old picture books," he dropped his hand from the dash to his lap. "So it made sense to head out that way when I got out, you know?" If nothing else, he could honor his friends that hadn't been able to make their trips happen.

"Oh, I can absolutely see that," he laughed, "not your brother being a slut -- just Cordelia being the kind of person to cure someone of it. She's always had a good heart," even if he hadn't known his sister for most of her adult life, he had watched her grow up into a teenager, knew that nothing would have changed her that drastically from the person that she was destined to become. "Good for her, though. Both of them."

Jason's eyes widened the tiniest bit as Deacon leans out the window, middle finger following suit. Anywhere else, it might have ended badly… in Merrock? He'd probably just get laughed at, be the talk of the next town gathering. Although he is starting to wonder if he should take back what he said about driving. Knowing how to drive and doing whatever Deacon was doing at the moment were two vastly different things, he realized. But he pulled his thoughts away from if he was going to die in that truck to listen as Deacon rattled off everything that he had been up to. High school, studying in New York, traveling construction, the loss of his dad, the farm coming back into itself… it sounded like he hadn't exactly been stagnant, had kept himself busy, moving, felt a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. "Doesn't sound so bad, the… obvious stuff aside," he swallowed, because Jason knew what it was like to lose people that you care about. Not his father, and not someone as great as Deacon's father, but the younger man had pulled through. "Did you like New York? Or is that the whole point of it not working out, the city being too big?" he asked as he slipped out of the truck, not quite as bouncing as Deacon was. Kid had energy, he noted.

"Yeah, no sweat," he stepped to the back of the truck with Deacon, picking up one of the nearest crates and lifting it with ease, stacking it carefully and turning to repeat the process until they had successfully managed to unload everything that needed to be unloaded. "I'm guessing they want them around back?" he pointed to the alley, the side door that led into the café, figuring it would be easier to go that way than haul everything through the shop front.

DEACON HUFFS, amused at jason's apology, and when he glances at his side mirror, he sees that he is being sincere. "must feel like an alien invasion in your hometown, huh?" is what he offers in place of forgiveness, which he doesn't feel is necessary to begin with. frankly, if this was twenty years prior, he might even blush at the feeling of someone like jace even looking at him this way. "everythin's the same but the people, not so much." he shrugs and makes a sharp turn around a corner, several artifacts in the backseat sliding towards the door behind them.

he almost rear ends the hatchback in front of them when they arrive at a stoplight, pulls the handbrake, and leans against his seat, arms folded over his chest as he considers jace's answer. "wyoming, huh? talk about cross-country," he says with an impressed nod. "wait, didn't you join the army? that's what your parents told my dad, anyway. how'd you go from that to working in a park?" it doesn't even cross his mind how crassly he'd phrased the question and just blinks up at jace like he's entitled to an immediate answer.

"aw, yeah, no, rosalyn's not his. he's got a son, though. believe it or not, my brother's a recovering slut. who knew it only took cordelia to do that?" and pauses, dramatically, with his hand on his chest like he knows he's said something vile when he adds, "it's okay, i can say that."

the car behind them blasts their horn, the sound grating to the ears that instantly wipes the devilish grin off of deacon's face. the stoplight has turned green, but deacon doesn't care, instead rolls his window all the way down until he can stick his head out and flip two middle fingers at the driver. "get dicked, man!" and quickly pulls himself back inside, disengages the handbrake, and speeds across the intersection, across a sloping road of residential buildings and small homegrown shops before making a turn at a one-way.

"exciting stories, let's see..." seamlessly, he returns to the conversation, a finger pressing at his bearded chin as he tries to curate his experiences from the last twenty years, memories muddied between things that happened and things that didn't, that he has to carefully parse through them just to confirm if what he's about to tell jace is indeed true. "uh, well... i guess you don't wanna hear about what i was up to in high school, so we're gonna skip that." he smiles sheepishly. "but yeah, graduated in '09, then i went to study in new york for a year. didn't really work out for me. then i did this traveling construction thing with cage, but i kinda was just flippin' between jobs for a while there. then dad died, and everyone came home, we started pitchin' in to help build the farm back up when it got kinda neglected when dad started to get sick, you know? we're back on regular operations, as you can see," and he glances over his shoulder to where the crates are sitting in the back, "and we have chickens now, too, which is great, honestly, i love 'em. so if you need eggs..." he lifts his hand from the steering wheel to do a little wave. "so... yeah, i guess that's what's been goin' on with me lately." whole life events distilled into bullet points, details kept behind a barrier should jace even want to ask, but he tries to cram everything in the seconds before they arrive at the cafe, pulling over by the curb, and immediately jumping out when he's killed the engine like he's about to run into a burning house.

"hey, mind helpin' me out, man?" he calls out to jace from the other side of the truck as he starts to unload the crates.

[bellarkeselection]

Can I request yellowstone ryan

Reader gets pregnant after having a miscarriage and she's scared to tell anyone including her boyfriend ryan because shes scared to get happy again til beth find her in the bunkhouse bathroom crying

Second Chance At A Baby

Hugging my knees to my chest my hair falling in my hair like a crazy mess in my face. Somebody knocked on the bathroom door where I see my best friend Beth enter in the room. She closed the door dropping down on her knees in front of me seeing me crying. "Y/n, what's wrong. Did Ryan hurt you. I'll kick his ass." She moved hair from my eyes where I shake my head no lifting a pregnancy test off the countertop that read positive. Beth sits it down squeezing my shoulders knowing why I was crying like I was. I had told her the first time I found out I was pregnant with Ryan's child but unfortunately I had a miscarriage and lost it. "I'm terrified Beth. What if I lose this one too..I can't take that pain again. I don't want to give Ryan hope only to break it into pieces again." She pulled me into a hug where I wrapped my arms around her crying into her shoulder.

She lifted my head up from her chest wiping away some tears where I heard her sniffing through some herself. "Hey I'm gonna tell you something bestie. I would give anything to have children. But that was taken away from me. You have the chance so just hold onto the wonderful reality that you can. You have to tell Ryan no matter what happens. I'll be here for the whole thing." She declared helping me off the floor and I changed my tear stained shirt where we found Ryan our helping rope some cattle until he saw me and Beth walking up. "Hey baby, Beth what's going on?" He asked tipping his black hat up a little leaning his elbows on the wooden fence. Beth nudges me in the arm where I pulled out the test handing it to him slowly. "Look I know we weren't planning on having another. And since we lost the first one I was just terrified to be happy about this-"

Suddenly I'm cut off when Ryan climbed over the fencing cupping my face in his crashing his lips onto mine deeply. I gasped slowly wrapping my arms around his neck feeling him smiling into the kiss. "I'm worried too but this is a good thing, Y/n. And if we lose this one then we can adopt if you want a child badly. Either way I will love you no matter what." He breathed out resting his forehead against mine kissing me quickly. Turning my head back to my best friend I smiled feeling him wrapping his arms around my waist. "Thank you, Beth. If it's a girl I'll name it over you." She smiled wrapping her arms around the two of us grinning that we were pregnant again.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[scarfacemarston]

Halloween with the Van Der Linde’s - Part Deux

This is part 2 of a Halloween post I did a while back. There are some lame memes of mine that reference part 1 but it’s of course not a necessity to read the first part. If you want to read it - here it is. Arthur - a pilot from Top Gun - he always thought it would be cool to fly and he loved the movie growing up. He thought about becoming a pilot himself as he loved freedom. However, he hated the idea of joining the air force and he didn’t want to be a commercial pilot.

Dutch and Molly - Molly *really* wants to do Bonnie and Clyde. Badly. So badly. Dutch thinks the idea is too basic. He thought about doing Elvis briefly. Finally, Dutch decided on King Henry VIII and Molly as a princess. Henry VIII was known for his romantic notions of courtly gentlemanly love and all things grand.......but is more famous for how his wives ended up and his politics. (No, that’s not commentary on Dutch but I suppose you could make an argument for some minor similarities). Molly’s dress is indeed based on the deleted Ball Gown dress.

Hosea- David Bowie 100%. He loved David Bowie for decades and since people have said he resembled David, he thought, why not?

John - Like every year, he didn’t want to dress up. He finally “forced himself” to choose a Yellowstone employee shirt....which then caused the family to goad him into adding pizass to his costume...which was a jacket and some spurs.

Abigail -Lara Croft, She watched the kids in one of her foster homes played Tomb Raider and she loved it. She always wanted to be like Lara. The only thing she changed was the shorts into longer pants.

”’My legs get cold, Gosh dang it!”

Sadie - She saw Pearson and Charles dress up like pirates last year and knew she could do a better job. You bet she’d be the most bad ass pirate queen you’ve ever seen....her epilogue outfit even looks like a pirate’s outfit. 

Charles - A Jedi and he’s comfortable as hell. He was a comfy pirate last year and intends to be comfty again. He almost convinces Arthur to join him, especially since “Jedi fly ships”. Star Wars gave Charles a lot of comfort growing up and he stills enjoys it through the ups an downs. Then Uncle appears....

Uncle -  is a Jedi, too doing bad Obi-Wan Kenobi impressions.......just to follow Charles around and annoy him.

 Sean, Lenny and Javier - the three Spider-Men so they can do the Spider-Men pointing meme....just with three Spider-men! Lenny’s back up was Marty McFly, Sean’s back up was Elton John and Javier’s back up was Legolas. Yes, I FIRMLY believe Javier is a “nerd” in the best of ways. 

Jack - wanted to be involved, but remembered he was spiderman last year and the year before that so now he’s decided he’s Batman. He was not allowed to watch the Robert Pattinson film, but he’s watched the Kevin Conroy original Batman the Animated Series and loved it.

Kieran - One of the classic Riddler styles, baby! He loves that Jack is Batman - the same version he grew up with. He tells lame riddles all night which annoys some of the gang members, but Jack has a ton of fun trying to figure them out.

Josiah Trelawny - lost a bet and did not get to pick his outfit. He was horrified until…….it was the ladies who picked it out. They picked out Dr. Stephen Strange.

Tilly, Karen and Mary-Beth - Charlie’s Angels. Mary-Beth wanted it last year and they didn’t do it so she INISTED this year. Note: I l literally do NOT know ANYTHING about Charlie’s Angels except that Farrah Fawcett was extremely famous because of it. If you know how to match characters to their personalities, go ahead!

Susan Grimshaw - Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. It’s a fun costume with so many different interpretations so she gets to pick what pieces she wants.

Micah - the Joker Heath Ledger version because he likes doing the impressions. He is monitored around Jack. (Oops, didn’t know I had 3 batman characters on here. Sorry, but I think it works!)

Mr. Pearson - Bob’s Burger and people actually like it! 

Reverend Swanson - Gandalf. He has a rivalry with the “Star Wars nerds”, but it’s all in good fun.

Leopold Strauss - doesn’t dress up. He thinks it’s a waste of time. Some of the less festive gang members agree with him. However, he does hand out items like pencils which....is useful at least?

Bill - Freddy Kruger - but does not wear the mask around Jack and his sister. He wants to be able to choose when he’s scary and when he’s not...besides, the Marstons and co would kick his ass. (Jack would probably think it’s cool, though.) (Doing a collage image because watch someone report me for posting a horror costume lol I know people who have been reported for less.)

Rufus -  Jack and Abigail decide Rufus will use his good boyness for good and make up for John’s lack of celebration.

Amelia Marston - My name for Abigail and John’s daughter. Abigail and John want to raise a strong little lady so who better than a feminist icon like Rosie the Riveter? (To those who don’t know, Rosie the Riveter was a World War II propaganda figure who encouraged all women to work outside of the home for the war effort - usually in factories.

[snakeoilpictures]

We ducking (yes ducking) made it HOME!! It feels good to finally be on familiar grounds and territory, and @absolutedisaster69 is finally home! Gahh... To think a week ago, we were in Wyoming! And yellowstone! Unbelievable.

Before this trip (and the one that preceded it along the Cali coast) I couldn't stand anyone for longer than 4 hours in a car ride. Even my old bff and I got snappy with each other after 4 hours from Atlanta to Panama City Beach.

And we drove for 10 days. About 3000 miles from coast to coast.

And I don't think either of us got upset once, no biting off heads, nothing other than laughing until our stomachs and faces hurt, rocking out, (badly) singing disco music and Linkin Park (I mean, thank hell neither of us are good singers or try to be)

And we have the same level of energy, so when we were about to go on a hike in Yellowstone and then saw how steep it was, we both went "fuck that" and turned back around.

My truest friend and I'd never want to road trip like that again without him or with anyone else.

Now if we could just find "East Bound & Down" missing from the 72 CDs I burned for the trip...

Welcome home, buddy. I LOVE YOU!!!

*There's coffee downstairs when you wakey wakey

FUCKING MADE IT!!!! 11 days, 13 states, 3100 miles! It's insane! We drove almost the length of the entire country coast to coast, and man, I had a fucking BLAST! Got to see some friends, saw FIVE national parks, drive through two big storms, wowza!!! And finally here with my best buddy @snakeoilpictures at home!!!

Nashville last night was crazy lol, parking downtown was 45 dollars!!! So we walked and went to a really cool restaurant and then checked out some shops. LOUD AS HELL THO!!! I got a bit overwhelmed and almost had a small meltdown but my bud helped me out and I saw some trees with like a literally FUCK TON of birds and that helped me calm down

All those brown spots are birds, and there were maybe 7 or 10 trees just like that along this one little street and they were almost as loud as all the live music pouring from EVERYWHERE! Nashville is certainly an experience but not really a place I'd like to spend a lot of time lol

And then this morning we started our drive!

And of course we HAD to stop at Bucees. I got a bumper sticker. And now we're home!!!

Fucking trip of a lifetime FOR REAL!!!