#Walker yellowstone

[bullet-prooflove]

Could I request Yellowstone boys looking after a drink significant other please?x

Ryan is probably the one that got you in trouble in the first place and he assumes complete for responsibility for that. He's the one giving you a piggy back if your feet hurt or carrying you from the truck to the house because you took your shoes off in the car. You always get a little frisky and Ryan's always a gentleman, kissing your fingertips and telling you tomorrow, when your sober. He tucks you into bed, kisses your forehead before collecting your shoes and any miscellaneous items of clothing you’ve slung around and making sure they’re in a place you can find them.

Travis thinks you’re fucking adorable when you’re drunk. It doesn’t happen often but when it does he’s there for it. You always get super affectionate, flirty and silly and he loves it. Gives you entire attention even if you are chatting shit. Travis is very protective and keeps an eye on you, not because he doesn’t trust you but because he’s spent years on the rodeo circuit and he knows assholes, hell he’s been that asshole. Anyone shows to much of an interest, he’s literally getting between the two of you and telling that fella you’re taken and to fuck off.

When the two of you get home, he helps you get into one of his t-shirts and climbs into bed alongside you. You spend the night curled up against him as his fingers comb through your hair.

Rip’s experience of drunks before you was Beth. You are far more easy to handle. You’re a lot more controlled and don’t go completely off the rails. When Rip is picking you up, he always requests that you stay inside the bar because he hates the thought of you being out in the cold, and he also knows that bad things happen to woman in dark parking lots.

When he steps inside he usually watches you for a minute. If your dancing, he’s coming over to join you before he takes you home, if a guy’s anywhere near you he’s stepping in to protect his territory. He has no chill when it comes to you.

When he gets you in the truck, he has the music low because he knows you like to sing a long and the heating on because it gets cold. He asks you about your night, if you had fun.

In the house he makes you drink some water, give you a snack and tucks you into bed before making sure the house is completely locked up and joining you.

Walker thinks you're the cutest thing. The two of you dance and sing together in the parking lot, he doesn't give a shit who sees, he just likes having you in his arms. Let's you wear his hat because he thinks you look adorable in it.

The dancing continues at home and ends up with the two of you falling you asleep on the couch together, Walker singing you to sleep.

Kayce is all smiles when he comes to pick you up especially if it looks like you’re having a lot of fun. He drapes one arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.

“Oh hey darlin, you ready to go…” type of thing.  

Keeps you tucked into his side in the parking a lot, it’s a territorial thing he doesn’t even realise he does, a way of keeping you safe. You usually fall asleep in the truck in the way home. He tucks his jacket around you for the journey, checking on you as he drives. He hates waking you up so he carries you into the house and puts you to bed, leaving a glass of water on the night stand.

Jamie loves to see you have fun, he’s addicted to your smile, your happiness. When he comes to the bar, he sticks around a while, watching you dance and laugh. He discreetly pays your bar tab before cutting in for a dance. Jamie just loves around you, so one dance turns into three more.

When he does get you home he’s very sweet and tender as he undresses you. Lingering teasing kisses as he helps you into your pyjamas. When he climbs into bed a long side you, the two of you stay up laughing while you tell him about your night. You fall asleep, draped across him, mid-sentence and Jamie just hugs you close.

[hxad-ovxr-hxart]

rattling the bars of my cage why must I be attached to characters no one writes for 😭

[sorchathered]

Alright babes, I’ve decided.

I’m gonna participate in kinktober!

Requests will be for Bob, Jake, Ryan from Yellowstone, Rhett, Walker from Yellowstone, Elliot Stabler, Sonny Carisi, Dean Winchester, and Ben Mears.

Make your requests! I’m ready for the filth! 🥵

[i-heart-yellowstone]

The Simple Missunderstanding

Wattpad request @alpacagirl2028 Rip is busy and the reader tries to help him but he yells at her. She goes back to the house and cries because she thinks he's mad at her until he finds her crying

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Dismounting my horse I slowly walked it over to the finished area of the fence seeing the Bunkhouse gang was working on the next section a few steps ahead of me. Carrying my bag of tools that was inside my saddle bag I gently touched my boyfriend Rip Wheeler's shoulder attempting to get his attention. “Hey baby, how can I help with the fencing?”

“Y/n, not now. I don't have time to talk with you.” He grumbled in my direction watching the group of boys and Teeter.

I tried to explain my situation to him since he clearly didn't understand what I had said to him. “Rip, I'm not trying to pull you away from work. I am offering to help y'all and get the job done a little faster. If you'll have me of course.”

“Y/n, I can't talk right now!” Rip spun around on his feet shouting in my face.

Blinking my eyes a few times my mouth fell open, surprised at the words that had come from his mouth. He turned his back to me, stomping off giving me the chance to run back to my horse. Climbing on it I gallop back to the main house halting in my tracks and rushing inside the front door. Finding my bedroom I flopped down onto the mattress and sobbed for hours.

“Y/n, dinner is ready. Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying?” A few hours later I heard footsteps come inside my room making me lightly lift my head up from the pillows.

I saw it was my best friend Beth coming into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I started my period.”

“Sorry honey. But I knew you're lying. You don't ever cry this much when you're on your period.” She told me gently brushing some hair out of my face seeing my eyes were bloodshot red from crying. “So what exactly is really bothering you?”

Sniffing, I wiped my hand underneath my nose. “Rip is angry with me.”

“Angry with you over what exactly?” She knitted her brows at me.

Shifting up I sat upright hugging my knees against my chest meeting her gaze. “I asked him how I could help fix the fence faster and next thing I knew he was shouting in my face for no reason other than he’s mad at me for some unknown reason.”

“He certainly can't be mad at you. He loves you more than anything.” She got up from the bed slipping out the door. “I'll go talk to him.”

I called her name not wanting her to make the situation worse. “Beth, please don’t.”

“I'm on it.” She hollered walking down the hallway leaving me alone in my room for a few minutes. Running a hand through my locks of hair getting up from my bed standing in front of the window. Silence filled the bedroom for a few more minutes until I heard someone walking up behind me.

“Y/n, can we talk?” Rip's voice filled the bedroom that we sometimes shared when he wasn't sleeping at the Foreman's Cabin.

“I suppose. Unless you'd rather yell at me since you're angry with me.”

The loyal worker of John Dutton questioned out into the air. “Why would I be angry with you, darlin’?”

“You tell me, cowboy.” I rolled my eyes, turning around so I was facing him and resting my back against the window seal behind me. “Clearly I have done something to piss you off.”

Rip and I had agreed when we started dating that we would be honest with each other about everything. We would never go to bed angry with the other. “Y/n, I don’t understand what you're talking about. So could you tell me why you think I'm angry with you and we can figure this out since we agreed to not fight with each other.”

“I came out to the fencing area to offer my help. I tried to ask you how I could help and next thing I knew you were shouting in my face.” Throwing my hands up in the air I raised my voice at the cowboy in front of me. He simply just stood there with one hand on his hip simply letting me get my rant out. “The only conclusion I can come up with is that you were pissed at me before I got there and I just had no freaking clue!”

Rip slowly crossed the room running his hands down my shoulders using a much calmer tone than earlier in the day. “Listen to me, I'm sorry I snapped at you. When you came up to me I was frustrated with Walker who was just standing around doing nothing. I never intended my anger to be directed at you.”

“Oh, I'm sorry I judged you too quickly and thought that you were angry with me.” Lowering my gaze to my boots with a weak expression on my face till he lifted my chin up with his hand making me look into his face.

“I'm sorry are two words you never have to say to me.”

I whispered back to him. “Do you really mean that?”

“I love you, honey.’ He cupped my face in his hands resting his forehead down onto mine whispering back to me. “I’m sorry for losing my temper. It won’t happen ever again.”

Throwing my arms around his neck I buried my face into his shoulder kissing the side of his cheek sniffing back some happy tears. “I forgive you and I love you too, Rip Wheeler.”

[jjcre8]

Taste the silver on her lips , underneath that moonlight.

[neapolitantoebeans]

I need to be sedated, holy fuck

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 13: Let it Begin

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, violence, Mia getting put in her place lol, Mia in general because that girl makes me wanna punch things

* Word count: 3,859ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter, which I had to split into two lol, and we're definitely coming to the thick end of Season 3. This starts some of my favorite drama, and there will be (hopefully) a few surprises coming soon. Something inside Stella has snapped, and she's not playing about her people any longer. I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella watched as Ryan and Jimmy walked into the bunkhouse to get everyone ready. They all had a serious talk about whether they wanted to be branded after this because after what they were about to do, there wouldn’t be any going back. A line had to be drawn.

Everyone came to an agreement. The ranch was always a target. Now the people that call this place home were being dragged into the danger zone. Ethan, Jake, Teeter, and Colby knew they couldn’t just sit idly by while the branded members took care of the problem. This mess was going to take everyone.

The silence between her, Rip, and Kayce was molded by exhaustion, determination, and anger. The plan was made. They were gonna get their pound of flesh. Stella massaged the ache in her sides from the night before, her fingers pressing carefully into the tension. She fought her eyelids as her body swayed with fatigue.

Kayce slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close. Stella sighed at the feeling of safety that wrapped around her. She tucked her head into his chest, searching for the slightest bit of calm before the chaos erupted. Silence hung in the distance, making it seem like the quiet before the storm. Kayce’s hand instinctively rubbed her back in soothing circles.

“Stop,” Stella muttered, her voice muffled by his chest.

He frowned, looking over at Rip. The older man’s look said more than words could. Something was off, and both men felt it. Tired or not — with as fired up as she had been this morning — by now she’d be running laps around all of them. Chomping at the bit to get their vengeance. Rip motioned toward Stella, wordlessly telling Kayce to pay close attention.

Kayce shifted, tilting his head down to catch Stella’s gaze. “Baby, you okay?” Gentle concern laced his voice.

“Yeah, my skin just hurts,” she admitted quietly.

Her answer tugged at his gut. He leaned back to inspect her closer. “You gettin’ sick?” He swiped his hand across her forehead. It was warm. Warmer than normal, not enough to sound the alarm, but enough to make him wonder. He knew her skin hurt whenever she started getting a fever. His brow pulled together with a frown. She’d never been one to let him fuss much over her. By now, she would have slapped his hand away.

She shook her head gently as he removed his hand. “Don’t think so. Being without my coat all night probably didn’t help.” She shrugged, pulling her jacket tighter. “I’m just tired, Kace.”

Her words were casual, but the way her shoulders sagged, and the weight of her body leaned against his told him otherwise. Kayce tucked her back into his chest, placing his chin on her head. “Alright, sugar.” He gave her soft reassurance, but filed the details away for later.

She sighed heavily into his neck, tucking her arms into the warmth of his open jacket. Burrowing herself into the safety that was Kayce. He wanted to question her, but knew she was already running on “E”. Unease moved through him, but he put it away for later.

Rip watched the exchange with silent concern. It wasn’t like Stella to admit she was run down, or not feeling great. He glanced toward the bunkhouse. He should probably say something to Ryan, but it wouldn’t do any good to do it now.

The sound of Mia hollering at Ryan inside the bunkhouse split the silence. Stella rose from the safety of Kayce’s jacket with a foul look and his arm stiffened behind her back, holding her in place.

Rip cleared his throat, fixing his leather gloves, attempting to pull Stella’s ire away from Mia. “You sure you wanna go through with this Stella?” He knew neither time, nor her energy was on their side. John had invited them to stay at the house this morning, but both Kayce and Stella decided they needed to be with the group. “It’s gonna be a long day, and you’ve been up since yesterday morning.”

Stella cut her eyes to Rip, shoulders drooping at the thought of the warm and cozy bed that waited for her. Letting out a heavy sigh, she nodded. “Yeah I’m sure. Work don’t stop, just cause I’m tired.” She patted Kayce’s chest and pointed to the bunkhouse, where the yelling had increased in volume. “I’m gonna go take care of that.”

Kayce’s hand flexed on her elbow. He wanted to stop her, but he knew it would prove useless. Her mind was made up. The least he could do was try to convince her not to go overboard. “Don’t kill her, Stella.”

She felt his hesitancy, but slipped out of his hold. They didn’t have time for hissy fits. She had to go help her brother. “I make no promises, cowboy,” she called over her shoulder.

Stella swung the door open letting it smack against the wall. She stared at the madness taking over the house. Ryan, Lloyd, Ethan, and Colby stood at the cluttered kitchen table. Lloyd scrambled to jump in and stop the argument. He was the only one who looked in Stella’s direction. He thought about cutting the fight off, but the look on Stella’s face was enough to stop him.

Her brother argued with the young woman, her shrieks cutting through the room. Jimmy, Laramie and Walker stood near the back watching everything unfold.

Mia turned from Ryan to yell at Jimmy. “What stupid shit have you gotten dragged into this time? All because of this godforsaken place!” She felt out of her depth, questioning what she’d gotten involved in by being with Jimmy.

Stella reached her limit. “Hey,” she boomed with a loud clap of her hands that echoed off the walls.

Everyone’s heads snapped to attention at the woman glaring at them in the doorway. It wasn’t often they heard that tone from her. She and Kayce shared the trait of being soft spoken.

“Knock it off,” Stella fixed her angry gaze on Mia. “My brother said stay clear until we tell you otherwise. So stay clear.”

Mia had enough of Stella ordering her around. The few times they’d been in each other’s presence, that’s all Stella had seemed to do. “I don’t work for y’all. I don’t have to take orders from you, princess!”

The wranglers froze. ‘Princess’ was a known trigger — no one pulled it without consequences. They were half shocked that Stella hadn’t leapt for Mia’s throat right then.

Stella knew better than anyone that respect was the glue holding the ranch together. If Mia thought she could ignore their orders, what would stop others from doing the same? She had to put Mia in her place. If she didn’t, Rip would, and Mia wouldn’t like the way he did it.

“You’re right,” Stella smirked, eyes glazing over. A memory of punching Fred in the jaw for calling her that, streaked through her mind. “You don’t work here. So you shouldn’t be here for more than a couple of days at a time.” She waved her hand, gesturing to the house and ranch, “this is Jimmy’s place of employment. Not a frat house for you to crash at.” Stella’s gaze hardened. Jimmy’s reputation was already hanging by a thread, and Mia wasn’t helping. If she kept pushing, she’d drag him down with her, and Stella wasn’t about to let that happen.

Anger from Mia’s dig boiled beneath Stella’s skin. “Isn’t there like a rodeo, you need to be doggin’ at or somethin’?” Stella’s face remained passive except for her brows inching up her forehead.

Mia’s face flushed as her hands curled into tight fists, trembling at her sides. Ryan saw the tension in Mia’s coiled stance, her fists trembling with barely restrained fury. He was afraid if she did, his sister would mop the floor with her. He stepped in, his stance a silent warning. She glared up at him.

“Where the hell do you get off thinking you can tell me what to do?” Mia sputtered. “Just because you’re screwin’ the boss’s son, you think you’re special?”

The room froze. Every eye turned to Stella, whose teeth ground audibly as her grip on control slipped. Shots had been fired. If they hadn’t been worried for Mia’s health before, they were now. Doubt curled around Mia, cursing her impulsive words.

Stella removed her glasses, setting them gently on the table. Her movements slow and deliberate, using the time to try and ease her temper. Stella’s gaze flickered to her brother’s back, clocking the fight in Mia’s eyes before he blocked her view. A wild look blazed across Stella’s face and she stepped to the left allowing Mia to see her clearly. “This ain’t the fight you want, babe,” her voice eerily calm. “Go to the rodeo, and we’ll have Jimmy call you.”

Mia made the mistake of goading her. “What, you ain’t got a comeback?”

Stella cracked her knuckles, closely observing the small gap she could squeeze through to strike. Her hard eyes locked on Mia like a hawk locking in on prey. Fear gripped Mia’s heart. She’d pushed too far. Before anyone could react, Stella darted through the wranglers with precision, her hand locking under Mia’s left arm.

“Stella!” Ryan yelled, trying to grab her.

With a swift pivot, she flipped Mia like a calf at branding. Her movements fluid and practiced, pinning her knee on her chest. Ryan and Lloyd jumped into action, holding Jimmy back, knowing this battle of dominance between the women had to occur. Walker kept Laramie by his side. She wanted to defend her friend, but knew Mia had dug this grave herself.

“Listen close, princess,” Stella growled while Mia puffed and panted, grabbing at Stella’s leg. “I’ve been here 14 years, and I’m one of the people in charge now. If you don’t live or work here, you follow our orders. Simple as that.” Stella’s weight pressed down on Mia’s chest, making it impossible to fight back. For the first time, Mia’s bravado cracked, her wide eyes betraying the fear she’d tried to hide. She wheezed from the pressure on her chest. “Me fuckin’ Kayce has nothin’ to do with that.” Stella stood, releasing Mia from her weight.

A loud gasp escaped Mia’s mouth, finally able to breathe deeply. She held her throat and coughed. “You crazy bitch! You could have hurt me!”

“But I didn’t.” Stella held out a hand, rage slowly subsiding. Mia ignored the hand and pulled herself up. Stella scoffed with a quiet, “okay, Mia.” Stella had a moment where she understood Rip when she did the same thing to him.

Stella dusted her hands off on her pants. “Now, when we tell you to stay the fuck gone until you’re told otherwise, do it. Because if I find out you’re in our fuckin’ bunkhouse? What I did to you today will be nothin’ compared to what I do to you then.”

The scratching of boots on gravel stiffened Stella’s back. Her anger for the barrel racer easing away. Solid and sure, with a hitch from one too many hard landings on his hips, Rip’s gait didn’t slow down. 

Rip’s glower passed around the room as he stormed into the house, making everyone scatter. The others scrambled for any menial task to keep out of Rip’s crosshairs. Ryan and Lloyd remained in the middle to block the feuding women from each other.

Rip searched out Stella and did a quick visual check on her. She appeared tired and annoyed, but not hurt. She gave him an almost imperceptible nod, and traded spots with him. She moved to the table to pick up her glasses while he took over the situation. He watched as Mia rubbed her neck.

“You two,” Rip growled, pointing at Laramie and Mia. “You’re done here. Both of you. Out. Now.”

Laramie opened her mouth to argue but snapped it shut under Rip’s glare. Mia hesitated, her pride forcing one last look at Stella before stomping toward the door.

Stella rubbed her temples, the adrenaline fading. They didn’t have time for this kind of drama — not with everything else threatening to tear the ranch apart. The last thing they needed was infighting. There were more pressing matters than some daddy’s girl not getting her way.

She fixed her glasses and moved through the door, casting a final glance at Mia and Laramie as they left in Mia’s truck. Everyone had filed out of the house and started bringing out their horses, preparing for the battle ahead. The group was quiet, the weight of what was about to happen pulling on them. Kayce coming her way with Abigail and Tank in tow made her smile softly at him. Stella held out her hand to take Abigail’s reins from him.

“Glad you didn’t kill her,” he joked. “When we heard banging we got a little worried.”

“Pfft,” she laughed tiredly. “All I did was flip her. She’s fine. Took almost everything in me though.”

Kayce’s face pulled in concern. “You sure you’re good to go for this?”

“Yes, honey,” she sighed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Stella turned, grabbed the bottom of Abigail’s mane, and stepped up into her saddle.

Kayce’s eyes lingered on her form, catching the exhaustion he knew she was trying to hide behind her smile. He knew she probably wanted nothing more than their bed and 14 hours of sleep. Yet here she was, ganging up with the rest of them to do her part. He understood why the men respected her.

Stella felt his stare and gazed down at him. She flashed him a smile, that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m good, baby. Let’s go.”

Kayce sighed heavily in annoyance. It was impossible to change her mind once she decided to do something. He followed suit, hopping up onto Tank. They walked their horses over by the fence to join the rest of the group.

“Rip,” Kayce called out. “Let’s run over the plan with everyone, one more time. Don’t need anything going sideways.”

Rip settled into his saddle with a groan. His gaze swept through the wranglers. “If anyone is having second thoughts, now’s the time to back out.” He wanted to give them the chance to make up their minds. “If we all do this, there’s no going back.”

The air was thick. Dense with the crackling static of danger on the horizon. Things were in motion. Big things. If they didn’t band together now as one unit, they would get caught in the crossfire later. This place was their home. These people, their family. They were all in.

“Alright,” Rip nodded soberly. “Stella, Walker.” The two in question rose to attention. “You walk the fence lines, you’re just out there to fix some posts.”

Kayce’s voice broke through the tense air. “Woah now, when did we agree on using you as bait? I don’t remember that part of the conversation.” 

“Yeah, I’m not sure I’m liking where that’s going,” Ryan added, looking perturbed, not comfortable with leaving his little sister in Walker’s care.

She thought back to the flames she’d set the night before. Wade’s farm almost went up in flames because of her. Of course they’d want to make an example out of her. Stella was more than certain that she was their next victim. “It makes the most sense for me to force their hand.” Stella stated casually, “plus I’ll have Walker right there with me. I’ll be fine. Discussion over.” She didn’t want to undermine their concern for her, but they didn’t have the time to argue. She understood the risks, but was willing to take them for the ranch.

Stella and Walker shared a resolute look. She knew he would do whatever he had to to make sure she got out first. It wasn’t in his nature to send a woman to the wolves first. She would do the same for him.

Rip reined everyone back to the topic at hand. He was well aware of the risk Stella was taking, but he was more than confident she could handle her own. “From your little bonfire last night, Stella-belle, you being front and center will bring them in faster.”

“I’m never gonna live that down, huh?”

“No, you will not,” Rip chuckled, looking back to the rest of the wranglers. “We’ll lay our horses down in the trees nearby. They’ll be out scouting for trouble to cook up.”

“What makes you so sure they’ll be out after last night,” Ethan questioned, reluctance moving through his voice.

“Because he’s gonna try and fuck us over first before admitting to his boss that a little girl lit his shit on fire and almost shot him.” The wranglers stared up at Stella.

Kayce cleared his throat, pulling everyone’s attention to him. His eyes raking over the wranglers. “We’ll wait in the trees, and when they take the bait, we’ll swoop in behind. After that, follow our lead,” he motioned to Rip, Stella and himself. “These sons of bitches are gonna learn today.”

Stella stepped up, giving her own set of directions. “Walker and I will ride out first. Give us about 20 minutes and then follow. It’ll give us time to act natural, and y’all time to hide.” She locked eyes with every one of the people she’d come to view as family. “Be careful, and think smart. We’ve only got one shot at this before he goes running to his boss and all hell breaks loose.”

The wranglers silently agreed, finishing up tacking their horses for the ride ahead. The thumping of impatient hooves on the ground filled the quiet. Ryan watched from across the way as Stella and Kayce spoke quietly. Most likely Kayce was expressing his dislike of her being bait. Stella handled it with ease, her round face softening as she gazed at her boyfriend — almost like she was soothing a child. It was her way of calming his unrest, getting him to trust her even when he wanted to protest.

Stella had changed since being attacked while protecting Tate. Ryan expected it because that was more than anyone should have to deal with. What he hadn’t anticipated was how her protectiveness had sharpened, like she was carrying some unspoken responsibility for all of them. He noticed her shift uncomfortably in her seat and instinctively place a hand on her lower abdomen.

Frowning with apprehension, Ryan mounted Blue Jeans and rode over to the couple. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, just sore.” She absentmindedly rubbed circles on her stomach, easing the tension away. Ryan and Kayce glanced at each other, but before they could question her further, Rip called out for Stella and Walker. It was time to put the plan in motion. Stella gazed at her brother and boyfriend. “Be careful, please.”

They nodded and watched as Stella trotted off with Walker right behind her. 

The pair made it to the fence in question in good time. Off in the distance, they spotted their back-up setting up in a small bunch of trees. They laid their horses down, to which Stella was pleasantly surprised to see that Kayce had taught Tank to do so.

Conversation between her and Walker was minimal. There had always been an unspoken understanding between the two. The fact that she was one of the few who didn’t outright disrespect him when he first came to the ranch, had laid a solid foundation between them. Stella moved Abigail in front of Walker and his horse, Pico. The posts along this section of fence weren’t entirely shot. She was starting to wonder if they were going to come up with anything to do at all.

The emptiness of these couple pastures settled onto Stella’s shoulders. The prairie grass fluttered back and forth in the wind, not a soul in sight. The vast open space felt oddly claustrophobic in its isolation. Knowing the gang was nearby, didn’t settle the anxiety tossing in her stomach. It truly felt like Walker and her were sitting ducks. Not knowing what use of force Wade and his son would strike with, left a sour taste in her mouth. She didn’t like not knowing what to expect from a violent situation. She and Walker were prepared, but the vulnerability made her skin crawl.

She found a post that had clearly been ripped out of the ground, and whistled for Walker’s attention. His eyes snapped to her and he followed her hand to the messed up fence. He trotted over, and slid to the ground from his saddle. He handed his reins up to Stella, having her hold Pico for him. Stella's eyes scanned their surroundings while Walker moved the makeshift timber post out of his way.

The silence wound around her like a vice. It was almost too quiet, causing goosebumps to sprout along her arms. She gnawed on her bottom lip, straining her eyes to see as far as she could. “You feel that tingle down your back?”

Walker paused while untangling the barbed wire. He’d been doing as much as he could to ignore the feeling of being watched. At first he explained it away as the rest of the wranglers being nearby. The longer they walked along the fence, the less he could deny where it was coming from. He nodded discreetly. “Yup, we’ve got an audience somewhere.”

“Up and to the left?” The wicked feeling seemed to pull her body toward the upper part of the pasture.

“You would be right, vaquero,” he confirmed while keeping his hands busy.

Stella spotted Clint and his father burst through the trees she'd been watching. “Hey hey hey,” she hurriedly called out to Walker.

He spun around, seeing the men getting closer. He dropped the post he’d been holding and held his hand out. Stella tossed his reins to him as he scrambled to get into his saddle. The pair kicked their horses into a gallop. They made a large circle and rounded back the way they came.

The pounding hooves signaled that the father and son duo were gaining on them. Stella looked over her shoulder to see how close they were. Clint wound his lasso in the air, close to Walker.

“Go left,” she yelled at Walker. She hoped he would understand and dodge before the lasso found its mark.

“Ain't so tough now are ya, little girl?” Wade taunted from behind.

Stella pushed Abigail to move faster down the hill. They needed to make it to where the wranglers laid in wait. She and Walker pulled ahead of Wade and Clint, galloping neck and neck. “When the wranglers get behind us, I’ll distract them so the guys can catch up. You wrap around and help get them off me.”

“Hell no!” Walker refused to let her put herself in the line of fire. He glanced back, seeing the wranglers closing the gap. “You fall back, I’ll draw them off.” He pushed Pico out ahead of Abigail, leaving Stella no choice, but to pivot around. She knew exactly what to do.

[supergirl000983]

Yellowstone How you Kiss

Rip

Kayce

Lee

Travis

John

Ryan

Colby

Jimmy

Walker

Jamie

[alovelywaytospendanevening]

Clint Walker and Edd Byrnes in Yellowstone Kelly (1959) — dir. Gordon Douglas

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1 - Kayce

2 - Rip

3 - Ryan

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Could I request the Yellowstone boys looking after the reader on her period or after a long day of work.

Could you also include young John Dutton in the list please 🤗

So I’m going to go with long day/bad day as there’s only so much you can do for a period before it becomes a little samey.

See below the cut as it gets lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!

Since the Becks riding is a little tougher for Gina because she has more aches and pains due to those broken bones from the beating. They may repair but in the cold or with overexertion they ache like fuck. When she comes in from a long day or barrel racing and training she’s usually in some pain. She will not tell Travis but he will notice it almost immediately because of her movements and gait on the horse and when she’s getting off the horse. He offers to take care of the tack and settling Artemis so she can see herself home to warm up.

When he gets in she’s probably on the couch too exhausted to move, waiting for her pain killers to kick in. Maui is usually hovering around her because he knows his person’s in pain. Travis will head upstairs to run a bath with the fancy shit she likes or stuff he’s stolen from a hotel while on the road, he then herds her up the stairs into it. He takes his time helping her undress and getting her into the tub before he derobes and joins her. He tucks himself in behind her, holding her close until she falls asleep on him.

When the water starts to cool, he wake her up, dries her off with their most plush towel and helps her dress in one of his shirts and boxers. When they go downstairs to watch The Cowboy Channel he’ll braid her hair for her as they watch tv, eating popcorn. Travis will always try to catch it in his mouth while Gina throws it and Maui ends up eating all the ones he misses.

Pre Opal: Jamie’s work place is literally five paces from the flowershop so after work he’s coming to meet you and then he’s taking you out. You’ll usually go to somewhere fancy but lowkey, with good wine and excellent food. This always ends up diffusing the tensions of the day because of how cared for Jamie makes you feel. He pays attention when you talk, listening intently, making you laugh. On the way out, he helps you into your coat, his arm wrapped around you as he guides you to the car.

If you got an order that needs finishing he’s rolling up his sleeves to help.  

Post Opal: He’s taking charge of the baby and ordering out to give you a little time to destress. Usually you take a shower to chase away the negativity of the day. Jamie by this time has already fed Opal and the two of you put her down to bed together, with loads of baby cuddles. You have dinner together and catch up on the days events with a glass of wine.

Jen’s work can keep her out to all hours because of the nature of being a vet in a rural area. There are days where Rip is home long before she is. He usually cooks a meal for the two of them, warming it when she gets in. As soon as she gets in the door, he’s helping her out of her jacket, ushering to the couch, taking off her boots before he guides her to the table. Even if he’s eaten, he will sit down at the table with her and catch up about the day.

Afterwards he lights a fire in the fireplace and the two of them spend their time cuddled up on the couch and watching the flames as they doze.

Corienne’s job is similar to Gina’s in terms of physical intensity, there’s a lot of travelling, riding horses, it takes a physical toll.

If it’s been a training horses day, the two of them are sharing a shower and he’s washing her, taking care of her, drying her and then he’s massaging all of those sore muscles. It usually ends in sex because Kayce is very good with his hands.

If it’s been a travelling day, Kayce will cook and the two of them will have dinner on the porch step overlooking the land because it instils a real sense of being home for her. They’ll stay out there as possible drinking beer and cuddling underneath the stars, watching the sun go down.

For Katalina her bad days usually involve something horrible, it’s the lot of inheriting the sheriff’s position in Bozeman. Those are the days she struggles to get out of her head. Ryan is very intuitive about this, he understands it can be hard to transition from work and sometimes there’s a need for a physical change. For him it’s taking the livestock agent badge off, for Kat it’s the removal of her uniform.

He usually lays a set of clothes out for her, comfortable jeans and her softest sweater for her to change into. When she does they usually take the Briscoe for a walk, enjoying their small patch of land, his hand holding hers. It can take her a while to open up but she eventually does and it feels like a pressure is relieved. When they get back home they usually cook together before settling down with Briscoe to watch tv. During this time Briscoe will start bringing his toys over to Ryan to play with which ends up with Ryan on the floor, roughhousing with the dog which always makes Kat laugh.

When Belle has a bad day, the one thing that is guaranteed to get her out of it is playing the fiddle and Walker knows it. She will initially be resistant until Walker picks up his own guitar and plays a few notes, it usually starts with a jaunty little tune and some teasing like “come on Belle, you know this one.” She usually ends up relenting and the two of them play together, challenging each other to different, faster songs as they go. After that it’s all flushed skin and happiness from their playing, which leads kissing and roving hands before they make love on the couch.

Afterwards with a blanket draped over them, Walker will caress her cheek and ask if she’s in a better mood which ends up with a pillow to the face before he falls off the couch butt naked and laughing, which makes Belle laugh.

With Lee and Anna-May it always comes back to nature. If she’s had a shitty day, he’s saddling up his horse for a trip up to the wild bloom. He usually packs a small picnic and a blanket, the two of them have dinner up there, warming their feet in the stream as they talk through her day. Just being around all that greenery, allows her to take a breath and she’s a lot happier by the time they ride home together on his horse, tucked in contently against her man.  

Pre Affair (before John’s marriage to Evelyn) If Lou was having a bad day John would often snag a bottle of his best whiskey and the two of them would go for a ride. They’d head up to the rock pools strip off, take a dip and share the bottle. They’d usually stay up there for the night, camping out underneath the stars before riding down the next morning.

Post Evelyn Marriage:

Due to the fact it’s an affair, he’s not often there for your bad days. When he does turn up it’s usually with a bottle of whiskey as an ode to the old days when you were a couple.

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so essentially a Walker from Yellowstone fic except it ends like Colder Weather by Zac Brown Band?

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Rewatching Yellowstone and my love for Walker and Ryan just keeps getting worse. Love me a toxic brunette and a himbo cowboy 🥵

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Clint Walker as Yellowstone Kelly

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“I don’t believe in luck, but I sure believe in stupid cause’ you prove it every fuckin’ day!”

-Bucky Barnes talking to Walker.

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Lloyd and Walker be like