#here lies daniel Tate | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

keep-the-wolves-close · 7 months ago

Text

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 1: cowboy take me away

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, healing, dealing with some post trauma, fairly tame tbh

* Word count: 4,198ish

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: Hey everyone! We’re back at it again at the Krispy Kreme ✌🏻😝 (💀 I cannot believe I just did that along with a vine reference lmao.) (Please don't run in the other direction lol.)

Welcome to the continuation of Steady Heart! Thank you for coming along and continuing the journey with me! Here we are at the beginning of season 3! I can’t wait to see what lies ahead for our favorite, as Rip calls them, “merry band of misfits”. I hope everyone enjoys our soft start into the season, and the adventure ahead!

The door to the foreman’s lodge opened. It pulled Stella’s attention from the book she was reading, her heart dropped and her hand fell to her gun. She'd been jumpy ever since the night she got attacked. She glanced up and saw it was Kayce who greeted her from the doorway. Her shoulders relaxed and she smiled softly to avoid pulling the gash on her face and folded her book closed, placing it on the coffee table.

“Hey, you.” She welcomed and started to stiffly rise from the couch to be gentle on her ribs, but Kayce met her at the couch stopping her motion.

He bent down and gave her a quick kiss. “Hey back.”

She closed her eyes and hummed. “I still gotta get used to that.”

Kayce chuckled and sat next to her. “Me too. How’re you feelin’ today?” He gave a quick glance at her pistol.

Stella leaned back into the couch slow and steady and crossed him with a look of her own to stop any argument about being skittish. “I think I’m alright.”

“You think?” He placed his arm behind her on the back of the couch.

“Well I mean my ribs are probably gonna hurt for a while no matter how healed they are. My bruises don’t hurt anymore though.”

“What about,” he motioned to his eyebrow.

She grabbed the side of her bottom lip between her teeth and contemplated the change to her face. “I just gotta be careful to not stretch the skin too much, which is ass.” She laughed. “I never realized how much I actually used my eyebrows.”

“I coulda told you that, sugar.”

She flattened her face and gave him a side-eye. “Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” she quipped sarcastically. “Anyway, how’s Tate?”

Kayce blew out a heavy breath. “He’s okay, sleeping a little better, but still waking up scared.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I understand being scared at the moment.”

Kayce stared down at her in the crook of his arm and shook his head. Of course she was worried about everyone but herself. “No, Monica is still with him. When she isn’t, I am.”

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be good for him to see me still so busted up right now. It would do more harm than good. How’s Monica?”

“Very happy that our son is alive. Grateful to you for trying to stop them.”

“I wish he would have kept running to the big house.” Stella placed her head back against Kayce’s arm and closed her eyes. She had to turn her brain off from thinking about everything she should have done versus what she did. It wouldn’t get her anywhere. “I’m still exhausted from all that mess.”

“I don’t doubt you are, but him coming back might have been the only thing that saved you.”

“I still wish he wouldn’t have come back. I would have been fine, eventually, and he wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped.”

“We’ll make it through, Stell. I’m just glad you both are still here.” Kayce draped his hand on her shoulder.

For a few moments, Stella pretended like everything was okay, that she and Kayce just got back from a long day. It was peaceful in his presence. She was grateful that he and Ryan found her when they did. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if she went untreated for longer. She opened her eyes thinking about her brother. “Oh, Ryan told me you guys are building a new barn further out?”

“When we’re out in the farther pastures, it would be nice to have a spot to go to that has extra supplies and things.” He faced her. “Speaking of which, we’re settin' up a spike camp until July.”

“Why?”

“Rip and I wanna be sure the clover isn’t gonna come back. We checked the fields this mornin’, and it didn’t look like there was any growing back, but we can’t be too careful. So we’re gonna babysit the herd. You wanna come with us?” He knew she would love the change of pace. He decided to not mention Tate coming along just yet. He didn’t want her to worry about him seeing her.

“I would be kinda useless for a little while yet. I shouldn’t even technically ride, as much as that fact pisses me off.”

“I’m not bringin’ ya up there to work, Stell. I just want you to have a change of scenery. But if you get to feelin’ right, you’re more than welcome to join the guys.” Kayce cringed. “If your brother doesn’t have a heart attack about it.”

She smiled at him. “C’mere.” He scooted closer for her. She leaned into him and whispered, “thank you,” on his lips as she kissed him.

Kayce carefully leaned his forehead against Stella’s. “I should go back up to the main house to be with Tate, but either myself or your brother will come get you in the mornin’.”

Stella nodded and stiffly stood with him. “What time?”

“Early. Probably 4:30 quarter of five.”

She groaned, “ugh, fuckin’ ranch hours,” and followed him to the door. Reaching out to grab his hand, she pulled him into a hug. “I mean it.” Stella didn’t know how else to say thank you anymore.

He pulled back just enough to gaze affectionately down at her. “You’re welcome, sugar.” He closed the gap and placed a gentle kiss on her lips as she brought her hand to his chest.

There was a groan that sounded behind the couple. “That’s the last thing I needed to see tonight,” Ryan grouched.

Stella faced down at the ground, with her eyes closed. Nervous about being caught so soon. “Hey, Ry.” Her face and neck heated up.

Kayce laced his fingers through hers as he stepped back, avoiding Ryan’s gaze. “I’m gonna go let Monica have a break.”

“See ya later, cowboy.” Their fingers squeezed each other and then slipped apart as he stepped away.

While Kayce walked off, the siblings stared at one another. Both of them had their lips pressed together and arms crossed. Stella’s face felt like it was on the sun with how red it must have been. The pair dissolved into laughter.

Stella cleared her throat. “You wanna come in?”

“It doesn’t smell like sex in there, does it?”

Stella rolled her eyes. “Oh my fuckin’ god, Ryan. No.”

Ryan nodded and stepped up to the door, trailing behind his sister. He watched while she made her way to the refrigerator.

“You want anything to drink?” She grabbed a Sprite from the fridge.

He stepped up to a kitchen chair, pulling it out and taking a seat. “Nah, we’re gonna be drinking later. I just wanted to check on you for the night before we did.” He took notice of her gun on her hip, but made no mention of it. He’d been keeping an eye on her, everyone had, especially with how edgy she’d been.

She cracked open her soda and leaned back against the sink to face Ryan. “I’m doing alright for the most part. Just starting to get bored,” she complained as she took a sip of her soda. “Very bored,” she sighed.

“I understand, but we need you 100%. Don’t need you hurting yourself more.”

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbled. Just because it was true didn’t make it suck any less. “Kayce invited me to come to the spike camp with y’all.”

Her brother's eyebrows shot up. “Oh he did, did he?”

“Yeah. Figured I would like a change of scenery. Which I would. Very much.” Stella stared at him, hoping to make her point. “Also, most likely so both you and himself could still keep an eye on me and keep me out of trouble.” She grinned.

Ryan leaned in the chair and propped his elbow on the backrest. “It’s irritating how smart he is.”

Her grin widened. “You’re just mad he thought of it first. He’s always been that smart.” She sat her soda on the counter and crossed her arms. “Is it okay if I go? I don’t wanna be stuck here by myself.”

“You wouldn’t be by yourself.”

“I know.” She shrugged. “But I wanna be with you and Kayce because y’all don’t treat me like I’m fragile like everyone else has been.”

“As long as you follow through with not working.” He fixed her with a look.

“Okay, okay.” She held up her hands in surrender. “I promise. I’ll sit with John and give everyone shit.” She smiled. “Now you go have fun. I’ll see y’all in the mornin’.”

Stella wandered around the foreman’s lodge aimlessly. She thought about going to hang out with the wranglers while they cut up, but she didn’t have the energy to be around the rambunctious bunch. She loved them, but she needed quiet. Reaching to grab her soda, she made her way to the little front porch area of the lodge. As she strode across the room, she made sure her gun was still on her hip.

She dropped into the single chair and fixed her glasses. Her feet swung up to cross at the ankles on the small table in front of her. The fizzy carbonation of her soda tickled her nose as she took a swig and swallowed. Stella surveyed the landscape carefully.

She could see the round pen, the cow pen, the barn, and the bunkhouse from where she sat. The lights were on in the house, so that gave her some comfort that her brother was close by if she needed him.

A breath pushed past Stella’s lips as she forced herself to calm down. The guys who were responsible for kidnapping Tate and beating the shit out of her were taken care of. She had to convince herself no one was going to sneak up on her.

“Everything is okay. We’re okay. We’re alive. Just breathe. You’re safe.” Stella encouraged herself, taking a few deep breaths in between her affirmations.

She’d been telling herself that a lot lately. That’s why her gun was glued to her hip. She had made the grave mistake of being caught without it, and it almost cost her her life. Stella vowed to never get found without it again.

The sounds of the ranch made her startle every once and a while, but eventually she settled and allowed herself to relax back in the chair. The thought of Rip probably wandering around somewhere nearby like a prowling bear made her fully sit back. Yes Kayce and her brother were nearby, but Rip was closer. She knew he wouldn’t be done with making sure everything was closed up for the night yet.

The longer she sat there, the calmer she became and the sounds of the ranch finally convinced her eyes to shut. Stella could still hear the horses in the pasture nearby, and the settling of the farm equipment, so she wasn’t fully asleep. It was a catnap state. She hadn’t been getting the fittest sleep since she came home from the hospital, so whatever rest her body would allow, she’d take it.

The crunch of the gravel that led up to the foreman’s lodge in between the stepping stones, startled Stella awake. “Stella-belle?” A gravelly voice intoned softly from her side. A warm calloused hand draped around her forearm and her eyes shot open. Without thought, she whipped her arm out to the side and hit the offender away from her. She scrambled to stand and back away from the intruder. Her hand dropped to her holster.

Rip stood back quickly and held his hands out like he would to a frightened horse. “Woah woah! Stella it’s me!”

Her eyes focused and her brain finally came out of its sleepy haze. “Oh my fucking god,” she wheezed out. From her quick movements her ribs smarted at her angrily. She moved her hand to her right side and hissed at the pain.

Rip wanted to help her, but knew she didn’t like being touched when she was in pain. He felt helpless as he watched her pant, trying to get her breath back. She paced back and forth, regulating her way through the discomfort. Slowly, it backed down to a throbbing versus a stabbing sting.

“Damn, Wheelie.”

“I’m sorry. I should have made more noise.”

Stella pursed her lips. She knew he didn’t mean to do it, and her anger was misplaced because of the pain of her own doing. She shouldn’t take it out on him. “It’s alright. What’s up?”

“I just got done laying into the wranglers because their asses are still awake and we got shit to do this morning. I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I actually fell asleep after a while.” She yawned and scratched her head. “What time is it?”

“3:45. You should head to an actual bed, Stella-belle.”

“I should probably just stay up and get packed.”

Rip frowned. “Packed?” He pushed open the lodge door and motioned her inside. “For what?”

Stella grabbed her empty soda bottle and followed his direction, stepping into the house. She tossed the bottle into the little recycling bin next to the fridge. “I’m going to the spike camp with ya.” She smirked over her shoulder while she went to grab one of Kayce’s duffelbags.

“You’re what?”

“You heard me. And my brother and Kayce agreed. So I’m coming with y’all.” Stella opened Kayce’s closet and made a small “ha,” when she found the medium-sized bag on the floor. Heavy boots hit the ground behind her and she spun around to face the angry bear of a man she’d become so fond of.

She grinned up at him. “I already promised that I would sit with John and give everyone shit while y’all worked.”

The corners of Rip’s mouth turned further downward in a frown. “Stella…,” he let her name hang in the air.

“Riiip,” she dragged out his small name. Stella gently weaved around him to the dresser Kayce was letting her use for her clothes. Rip sighed behind her and she ignored him. She went about pulling out her clothes for at least a week, more than sure she’d have to come back down and get more. She decided she would cross that bridge when she got there.

“You love running us ragged, don’t you?”

Stella placed the pile of clothes she had in her hand in the bag and turned to look at him. His shoulders sagged, he looked exhausted. Not only did he have everything else going on, but he had become her unofficial babysitter. Kayce and Ryan were smart for that because they knew if she didn’t listen to them, she would listen to Rip. Her lips pulled together in an affectionate smile. She adjusted the frames on her nose, opened her arms and waved him over. “C’mere.”

When he didn’t step toward her fast enough, she met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. “I’m sorry, Rip.” He placed his arms around her shoulders to keep away from her ribs. Stella took as deep a breath as she could and settled into the curve of his arm. “I know you worry and don’t tell anyone. Think of it this way,” she leaned back and Rip slowly let her go. “You’ll have me within eyesight, uninterrupted, unless my brother or Kayce steal me away.”

Stella backed up and brushed her shirt off nervously. “Plus, I need to do something about being this edgy. I think nature will help me reset that.” She shrugged. “Help me trust myself again.”

Rip gave a quick look down at her holster, thankful that she hadn’t pulled it on him outside. He knew she was having a hard time adjusting to being back on the ranch, the same place that the awful event occurred. He’d observed her jump at sounds and people she’d known for years over the last few weeks. It definitely wasn’t like her to spook that easy. He reached out and ruffled her hair quickly. “Alright, you heathen. I suppose that’s a good deal.”

“Hey!” Stella backed away from his hand giggling. “That’s hurtful.”

“Where’s the lie? Can’t be a lie if it’s the truth, now can it?” Rip crossed his arms and leaned back against the door jamb and smirked.

“I am not a heathen, I’m a lady.”

“Bullshit, you and this merry band of misfits are all heathens. You and your brother are at the top of that list.”

Stella clutched at her nonexistent pearls. “Rip Wheeler! I thought you knew me better than that.”

He chuckled deeply. The warmth from seeing her smile spreading throughout his chest, even if it was just for a minute. He stole a glance at the alarm clock he had set up on the bedside table and read that it was pushing on 4:00 am. “Alright, Stella-belle. I’ll leave you be to finish getting ready. Is anyone coming to get you?”

Stella smiled at him, not as wide as she would have liked, but wider than a few weeks ago. “Yeah, my brother or Kayce. Which from the sounds of it, it’ll be me getting him instead.” She huffed out a laugh through her nose. “So I’ll finish up here and see you soon, Wheelie. You go wrangle those boys into shape.” They shared a smirk, as Rip nodded and quietly made his way out of the lodge to agitate the guys.

Stella waited about 20 minutes before she started getting antsy. She knew that Kayce had other things to worry about, he shouldn’t have to worry about being responsible for her too. She hurried into the bedroom, gripped up the duffel bag, and rushed to the door. She slipped on her boots and threw her hair up in a messy bun that looked slept in. Making her way out the door, she made sure her hand gun was on her hip still and her knife on the other and made sure to close the door behind her.

She looked out by the barn and saw everyone mostly ready. Lloyd had been dubbed the driver of the wagon. Tate climbed up into the cart next to the older man and settled himself in. The little boy looked as if he was vibrating with excitement for this new adventure. Stella’s stomach dropped at the thought of him seeing what had happened to her. She didn’t want him to blame himself. Rip was off to the side holding John’s horse, Red, and Tate’s horse, Lucky. She watched as everyone milled about. Ryan worked on setting up Blue Jeans, exhausted, and quite honestly still looked drunk to Stella. Kayce was on top of Tank, making sure everything was ready to go for their ride. Abigail was tacked up next to him. He must have felt her staring at him because when he looked up they locked eyes.

He noticed she had one of his duffelbags slung on her shoulder, and one of his larger flannels overtop of her t-shirt. His eyes twinkled with affection at her display, and he dismounted from Tank, cutting a path directly to her.

Stella met Kayce and welcomed the soft hug he offered. He carefully transferred the bag to his hand from her shoulder and gave it to Jake to put in the wagon. He looked around to make sure no one was gawking, and scanned his gaze back down to Stella, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead to the left of the healing gash. “I was gonna come get you in a few minutes, I was hoping to give you more time to sleep.”

“Well, luckily for you, I’ve been awake since like quarter of four.” She laughed inwardly.

Kayce made a disapproving face. “Did you sleep at all?”

Stella withdrew from the comfort of his hug and sighed. “Yes, Kayce. I did. On the porch ironically enough. Rip already yelled at me,” she smirked over at Rip who’d been listening in this whole time. “Didn’t you?” He dipped his head in confirmation. She turned back to face Kayce. “And I slept pretty well for the first time in a while. I’m ready to rock and roll. Thank you for getting Abs ready for me.”

Her gaze landed on the mare that she’d only been able to walk around, lunge, and pet due to her restrictions recently. She moved over to her and brushed her hand along the roan’s nose softly. “Hey baby. You ready for an adventure?” Abigail blew a sigh into Stella’s hand.

A throat cleared from behind Stella. John came up beside her. “You sure you’re good to go on the trek?”

Stella bobbed her head. “Yessir. I should be right as rain in no time. I’ll be your buddy for giving everyone else hell.” She giggled quietly. “Besides, I gotta get away from here for a while.” They shared a look because John knew exactly what she meant. She almost died not too far from where they were standing. A little vacation would do her well. John nodded to her and stepped back to let her mount up. He didn’t go too far just in case she fell. Kayce took a few steps closer, joining his father if Stella needed a hand.

Stella stepped forward and placed her left foot in her stirrup. She reached for the horn and tried her best to step up into her saddle without showing the mild discomfort it caused. A quiet groan escaped her barely parted lips. She bent forward to pat Abigail’s neck. “See, girl?” Stella huffed, trying to catch her breath. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?” The large mare grunted back at her as if to say, ‘not for me, but it was awful for you.’

John spotted Jamie as he trotted up to the group. John instantly moved to give him directions. He had other plans for his son in mind. “Stick that horse back in the barn.” He pointed in the building’s general direction. “Move your gear outta the bunkhouse.”

Jamie halted his horse, and his stomach twisted into knots. “Move it where?”

“The lodge.” John explained simply.

Jamie dismounted, ready for an argument. “Why?”

Stella piped up from on top of Abigail. “Uh, sir? That’s where I’m staying.”

John eyeballed his son for questioning him instead of just going with his plan. “Cause I can’t have the Livestock Commissioner living in the bunkhouse.” Jamie took off his hat and shot his dad a questioning glance. “I’ll make the appointment official tomorrow.” John panned his gaze to Stella and continued. “And I’m moving you up to the big house with Kayce.”

Stella’s jaw dropped so fast it almost came unhinged. The tightness in her chest bubbled as she gave a panicked look to Kayce, who looked just as stunned as her, if not more. “Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, sir?”

“Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John?” He scolded her. “And god damnit why doesn’t anybody just follow my directions?”

“John, you’d kill over if any of us followed your direction blindly.” Stella’s face flattened as she pointed to Rip. “Even Rip questions you from time to time. You’re pissed about something you taught all of us to do.”

“No, it’s what Kayce has taught you to do.” John grumbled.

“Now c’mon, dad.” Kayce tried to interject, but his dad was having none of it this morning.

He pinned Stella to her spot with a look that dared her to defy him any further. “I’m moving you up to the house with Kayce. Gator will move your things before Jamie gets settled in.” John strode over to Jamie and leaned in close. “And if you betray me again? You’re dead to me son, you understand?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” John pivoted to go get his horse, but Jamie reached out and stopped him. “Dad. I won’t betray you. You have my word.”

“Well,” John cleared his throat. “We’re about to find out what that’s worth.” The air hung heavy between the father and son as John turned back around. Stella shifted in her saddle at the unspoken threat.

The patriarch started doling out orders. “Kayce!” The aforementioned son was stepping up into his saddle. “You and Rip take the wranglers, start pushin’ the herd. We’ll be right behind. Stella, you stay with me and Lloyd.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Rip directed the wranglers.

“Keep an eye on him.” Kayce instructed his dad.

John climbed up onto Red. “You know I will.”

Kayce glanced down at his saddle and tapped the horn. “I’m uh, I’m sorry about the Commission. It’s just not me.”

John rearranged in his saddle. “You’re my son. I know exactly who you are and don’t you ever be sorry for it.” Kayce looked around and walked Tank on. Lloyd and Tate watched as the prodigal son marched away. The little boy stared at Stella with big, sad eyes.

“Are you okay, Aunt Stell?”

Stella took a breath, as deep as she could, and smiled at the youngin’. “Yeah, buddy. I’m okay.” It looked as though Tate’s shoulders dropped in relief. “You should see the other guys.” She winked at him and he smiled at her. He was comforted by the fact that she seemed like her normal self.

Lloyd peeped over Tate’s head to spot John. “We’re ready here, boss.” They observed John taking in the herd and the surrounding nature. “Nothin’ prettier on this earth.”

“It’s as free as a man can be.”

“Makes you wonder,” Lloyd moved the reins around in his hands to have a better grip. “Who’s gonna feed this world when there’s none of us left.”

John laughed. “Nobody, Lloyd. This world’s just gonna go hungry.” He spurred Red into motion. Stella would have galloped off with him but decided against it. She followed beside the cart with Abigail at a fast walk.

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

21 notes · View notes

augment-techs · 22 days ago

Note

Which ranger has a daddy/sir kink?

Honestly, thank you for adding the option of 'Sir' because JUST 'Daddy' would leave this VEEEEEEEEEERY short.

Starting from the boom! comics, because that's a lot easier than live action:

Jason Scott: Both Daddy and Sir (and, yes, this is @ajgrey9647 's fault).

Tommy Oliver: I think he leans in pretty hard on the 'Sir' rather than daddy...unless he's drunk.

Matt Cook: Very much both, especially when he's ABSOLUTELY the bottom.

Aisha Campbell: Daddy, but like, ironically when both her boyfriends are younger than her.

Andros: Daddy, daddy, daddy. Even though it makes Zhane feel a tad awkward about it.

Drakkon: Let's all be real, he's really into being CALLED 'Sir' so that counts.

Moving onto Live:

Zack Taylor: Daddy as a joke, Sir as a flirtation.

Tommy Oliver: I don't need to explain that it's both.

Kimberly Hart : She's into Daddy, but she can't say the words without killing the mood somehow.

Rocky DeSantos: Yes, he has the Sir kink, but good luck getting him to admit it.

Carlos Vallerte: Daddy kink; especially when applied to Adam or T.J. in certain alone times on the Megaship.

Andros: Both Daddy and Sir, but it goes both ways.

Leo Corbett: Very much has a Sir kink, but it's like WAAAAAAY in the back of his empty head.

Kai Chen: Daddy kink that he will never ever ever admit to (except for that one time with Mike).

Chad Lee: It is a Daddy kink, but it manifests as a Sir kink, and no, he doesn't understand why.

Eric Myers: BEING the Daddy/Sir.

Trip Regis: ......eh. Kinda Daddy? Sort of.

Max Cooper: Daddy kink, but only when applied to Danny, which makes no sense but works for them.

Dustin Brooks: Daddy in address, Sir in flirtation.

Hunter Bradley: BEING CALLED DADDY/SIR.

Marah: Sort of, kind of has a Sir kink, but she also cannot say it...out loud.

Conner McKnight: Let's all be real here, Conner has the BIGGEST Daddy Kink of them all.

Trent Fernandez-Mercer: A Sir kink when he's addressed, but if he develops a Daddy Kink he's going DIRECTLY to therapy.

Sky Tate: Daddy/Sir, but was there ever any doubt.

Syd Drew: Daddy kink. Don't think about it.

Boom: Sir kink, but he feels bad about it.

Maddie Rocca: Daddy kink, and it's Daggeron's fault, but no, she doesn't act on it.

Will Aston: Dear lord does he have a Sir kink when it's aimed at him.

Casey Rhodes: Daddy and Sir kink, more often in his head than he'd care to admit.

Jarrod: No lies, he developed a Sir kink during his possession and Camille is totally into it.

Gem: Did not understand it, just picked up up from reading some magazines he found out in the wastes. Then he used 'Daddy' followed by 'Sir' on Scott, and OH that was fun.

Scott Truman: Daddy/Sir and it's ALL GEM'S FAULT.

Jayden Shiba: Sir kink, but only when it's said by Antonio. Otherwise he feels really weird about it.

Noah Carver: Sir kink, but only because he hates saying/being called Daddy.

Koda: He honestly just really likes saying the words, so it kind of counts.

Prince Phillip: Hearing Koda say Dadd/Sir DOES THINGS TO HIM.

Heckyl: Hmmmmmmmmmmm....both.

Calvin Maxwell: Sir kink, especially when he's addressed as such. Both by Hayley, and literally anyone else--it's so rare and embarrassingly easy to get off on it.

Victor Vincent: Come on, he has an ego. He likes being called Sir as much as possible (especially by Monty).

Monty: Both Daddy and Sir and if he lets it slip in daylight hours it makes anyone in a five yard radius just...stop talking for an hour (he's just...so awkward).

Betty Burke: Really, really into both, either addressing or being addressed.

Devon Daniels: Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir, SIR--this is Betty's fault, but it's actually kind of great.

Ollie Akana: Sir kink most of the time, except when he and Amelia broke up and Aiyon made him feel better; then he entered into Daddy kink.

Aiyon: Does not understand anything, except that it's really hot when Ollie calls him Sir in Ranger gear and Daddy in the bedroom.

#boom! comics power rangers #power rangers #ask fill #prompt fill #this is a lot longer than I thought it would be

7 notes · View notes

critical-quoter · 1 year ago

Text

December Books

Here we are, the end of 2023. When I first got back into reading, I was not expecting to be so hyper-fixated on it. I was just looking for something to help with the brain fog and mental slump that I was struggling with.

Sweet, Sexy Heart - Melissa Foster ⭐⭐⭐⭐ King of Greed - Ana Huang ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Serendipity - Carly Phillips ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Forever My Girl - Heidi McLaughlin ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Real - Katy Evans ⭐ Bratva Knight - T. J. Maguire ⭐⭐⭐⭐ If I Break - Portia Moore ⭐ Found by You - Victoria H. Smith ⭐⭐⭐ Always Been Mine - Victoria Paige ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Daughter of Smoke and Bone - Laini Taylor ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Days of Blood and Starlight - Laini Taylor ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Savage - Michelle St. James ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Quick Trick - Skye Jordan ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Captive - Jex Lane ⭐⭐⭐ Forged by Malice - Elizabeth Helen ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Gold - Raven Kennedy ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Where Good Girls Go to Die - Holly Renee ⭐⭐⭐ Baby Baby: Chicago - Victoria H. Smith ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Risk - S. T. Abby ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Sidetracked - S. T. Abby ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Scarlet Angel - S. T. Abby ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ All the Lies - S. T. Abby ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Paint It Red - S. T. Abby ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Bought - Lauren Landish ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Keeping Lily - Izzy Sweet ⭐⭐⭐ Love and Other Words - Christina Lauren ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Beautiful Revenge - Sienna Blake ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Born, Darkly - Trisha Wolfe ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Beg, Borrow or Steal - Susie Tate ⭐⭐⭐ The Kiss Quotient - Helen Hoang ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Breakaway - Heather M. Orgeron ⭐⭐⭐⭐ From Lukov with Love - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Sweetet Oblivion - Danielle Lori ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hero - Lauren Rowe ⭐️⭐️ Wait With Me - Amy Daws ⭐️⭐️ Trick Play - Eden Finley ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ His Sweetest Song - Victoria H. Smith ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Gent - Harloe Rae ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Taking It Easy - Erin Nicholas ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Chance - Louise Rose ⭐️ Beyond Repair - Susie Tate ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Pestilence - Laura Thalassa ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ War - Laura Thalassa ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Famine - Laura Thalassa ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Death - Laura Thalassa ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Marriage Effect - Karla Sorensen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hidden Miles - Claire Kingsley ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Let Me Burn - Carrie Elks ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Deep in the Pocket - Lainey Davis ⭐️⭐️ Secrets of the Sea Lord - Starla Night ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hate to Love You - Jennifer Sucevic ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Going Down Easy - Carly Phillips ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Remember When - Judith McNaught ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ One for My Enemy - Olivie Blake ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Maddest Obsession - Danielle Lori ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Desperate Measures - Katie Robert ⭐️⭐️⭐️ A Serenade to the Elf Queen - Niro J. Halle ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Crow - Erin Trejo ⭐️⭐️ From Now Until Forever - Alexa Rivers ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Taking Meghan - Izzy Sweet ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Ruthless Vows - Rebecca Ross ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Breaker - Harloe Rae ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Silenced by Sin - Ashley Lane ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Wild for You - Kendall Ryan ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Haunted by Regret - Ashley Lane ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hungry Like a Wolf - Jessica Lynch ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Phantom - Greer Rivers ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Deal Breaker - Melissa McClone ⭐️⭐️⭐️ A Vampire Bewitched - L. E. Wilson ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Beautiful Savage - Caroline Peckham ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ The Devil Wears Black - L. J. Shen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

71 total books read in December.

#book #booklr #books #book lover #book quotes #reading #quote #lit #literature #novel #December books #2023 tbr #tbrbooks

2 notes · View notes

w0nderw0man-cinema · 2 years ago

Text

Books

What I read in 2023

Tis The Season For Revenge by Morgan Elizabeth

Always Mine by Laura Pavlov

Her Way by Nicci Harris

His Pretty Little Burden by Nicci Harris

His Pretty Little Queen by Nicci Harris

The Piece That Fits by N.J. Gray

Heartless by Elsie Silver

Mile High by Liz Tomforde

Fresh Meet by Jasmin Miller

A Better Man by Carrie Elks

Suffer in Silence by Kelsey Clayton

Screams in Symphony by Kelsey Clayton

Our Thing by Nicci Harris

Cosa Nostra by Nicci Harris

Flawless by Elsie Silver

Consider Me by Becka Mack

The Right Move by Liz Tomforde

Play With Me by Becka Mack

A not so meet cute by Meghan Quinn

So not meant to be by Meghan Quinn

A long time coming by Meghan Quinn

A Photo Finish by Elsie Silver

Dirty Devil by Melissa Ivers

Keeping Denver by Sandy Alvarez and Crystal Daniels

Thorne Princess by L.J. Shen

Black Ties & White Lies by Kat Singleton

Rule Number Five by J. Wilder

Taste by Melanie Harlow

Tease by Melanie Harlow

Tempt by Melanie Harlow

Kiss and don’t tell by Meghan Quinn

Those Three Little Words by Meghan Quinn

Right Man, Right Tine by Meghan Quinn

Distance by Luna Mason

Glove Save by Teagan Hunter

Heat Haven by Sarah Blue

One Pucked Up Pack by Sarah Blue

That One Night by Emily Rath

Sleet Kitten by S.J. Tilly

Forbidden: Part One by Emilia Emerson

Pucking around by Emily Rath

Sinners anonymous by Somme Sketcher

Sinners consumed by Somme Sketcher

Sinners condemned by Somme Sketcher

Ever Mine by Laura Pavlov

Make You Mine by Laura Pavlov

Things We Never Got Over by Lucy Score

Unperfect by Susie Tate

Finn by BJ Alpha

Oscar by BJ Alpha

Things We Hide From The Light by Lucy Score

Coach by Devney Perry

Their Broken Legend by Nicci Harris

Gravity by Tal Bauer

Pucking Ever After Vol. 1 by Emily Rath

Thrust & Throttle by Emma Slate

Sugar and Skulls by LM Terry

The Ritual by Shantel Tessier

The Sinner by Shantel Tessier

The Sacrifice by Shantel Tessier

Washed in Blood by Ashley Lane

The Deal by Elle Kennedy

The Mistake by Elle Kennedy

The Score by Elle Kennedy

The Goal by Elle Kennedy

The Legacy by Elle Kennedy

Venom & Vengance by Emma Slate

Watercolor Skulls by LM Terry

The Rescue by Julie Weaver

Roses and Skulls by LM Terry

Runaway Love by Melanie Harlow

Simply Mine by Laura Pavlov

What I heard in 2023

Icebraker by Hannah Grace

Blindsided by Amy Daws

The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise

The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata

Don't Kiss the Bride by Carian Cole

Power Play by Maria Luis

Sin Bin by Maria Luis

Twisted Love by Ana Huang

Twisted Games by Ana Huang

Twisted Hate by Ana Huang

Twisted Lies by Ana Huang

The Simple Wild by K.A. Tucker

Wild At Heart by K.A. Tucker

Forever Wild by K.A. Tucker

Throttled by Lauren Asher

Focused by Karla Sorensen

Running Wild by K.A. Tucker

The Fine Print by Lauren Asher

Faked by Karla Sorensen

Forbidden by Karla Sorensen

Floored by Karla Sorensen

The Marriage Effect by Karla Sorensen

The Bombshell Effect by Karla Sorensen

The Ex Effect by Karla Sorensen

Home Game by Odette Stone

Puck Me Secretly by Odette Stone

It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey

All Rhodes Lead Here by Mariana Zapata

Under Locke by Mariana Zapata

Repeat by Kylie Scott

tattered by Devney Perry

timid by Devney Perry

Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey

tragic by Devney Perry

tinsel by Devney Perry

Until it fades by K.A. Tucker

Kulti by Mariana Zapata

Back to Navigation

#books 2023 #kindle unlimited #audible #bookbeat

9 notes · View notes

csb-writes · 2 years ago

Text

Writeblr Intro

Welcome to all the bastard children of the Gods, princesses, psychonauts, and modern cryptids.

This chaos is something you'll get used to if you stick around.

I go by Cam, Cameron, or hey you over there because I was never given nicknames. My pronouns are they/he and I'm a disabled queer writer, poet, witch, college student, and small business owner.

About Me

I came out when I was 18 as genderfluid and oriented aroace (sex-repulsed, romance neutral).

I started taking writing seriously during the whole 2020 situation when I needed an escape to deal with some ~spicy feelings~.

My favorite genres to read are YA and NA fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, romance, and dystopian.

Anything that serves "call of the void" vibes, features 9000 shades of grey morals, or has characters actually face repercussions for decisions, I'm interested in.

My current book fandoms are Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, and The Hunger Games. Some books that don't have official fandoms but I love anyway are Mr. 60%, Follow Me Back, and Here Lies Daniel Tate.

Other fandoms I'm a card carrying member of are Taylor Swift, Chloe Ament, Addison Grace, HTTYD, Criminal Minds, ATLA, TLOK, The Dragon Prince, and SPOP.

I'm currently reading Six of Crows for the first time, and I'm always down to make friends even if I am terrible about replying to messages.

About My Writing and WIPs

I've got 10 WIPs that are in various stages of production, nine of which belong to a collection, and one that was a fanfic that became original when I accidentally changed too much.

So I'll start with the only book that is not a part of that collection-- aka the ex-fanfic: SFRP. A multimedia queer tragedy told through letters, short stories, paintings, and prose. In comparison to some of my other stories, this one is light but I made myself cry for the first time in about two years while writing the plot, so do with that information what you wish. Trigger warnings include death, medical trauma, discussion of past abuse, substance abuse, and grief.

Fates Intertwined

This one's the collection, with two trilogies as bookends and three stand-alones in the middle. It's a NA generational fantasy featuring your traditional supernatural races that I've tweaked with my own ideas to give them some originality.

EIT. Featuring two rival Werewolf Packs and their respective heirs, dealing with where we draw the line between murder and self-defense. A mystery, corruption, destroyed found family, and fake marriage all come into play for Marcus and Faeth when they decide to dig deeper. Trigger Warnings: on-page DV, talk of CSA, grief, substance abuse, and murder.

GEA. Deep into their investigation of the death, Mark and Faeth are running out of time. The mismatching answers to their questions need to start lining up, or they risk losing all the progress they've made-- in the case, and with each other. Trigger Warnings: on-page DV, talk of CSA, grief, substance abuse, discussion of SH behaviors, and homophobia.

EAE. Eight years have passed, and too much has changed. But new information coming to light means they might finally have the chance they just barely missed. With old feelings bubbling up, Mark and Faeth have to keep it together one more time. Trigger Warnings: discussion of past murders, discussion of SH behaviors, grief, and homophobia.

IWWC. Begins the new generation and the three stand-alone books of the collection. Thomas didn't think that coming out would cause so many problems, but all it takes is one picture going viral. Trigger Warnings: homophobia, near-death experiences.

LAM. The darkest of the stand-alone books, and possibly of the whole collection. When Zach's fucks up bigger than ever, his punishment becomes a mission. Trigger Warnings: parentification of a child, abandonment, neglect, the mistreatment of patients in psychiatric facilities, gaslighting.

TBG. The last of the stand-alones, and while much lighter than LAM, TBG is not a light story. Grace knows her place and her future, or so she thought... until she meets Jess, and stumbles into a world of corruption. Trigger Warnings: homophobia, imprisonment, physical abuse and SA, medical trauma.

AHL. Begins the second trilogy and winds down the end of the collection as I currently have it planned. Being raised to hunt Supernaturals, Blair is hellbent on revenge, and she'll do just about anything to get it. So what happens when she realizes her worldview has been twisted into something that's not accurate? Trigger Warnings: cult membership, murder, kidnapping, medical experimentation.

AHS. Tyler never thought that he'd even be working with a Hunter, much less living with one. It doesn't help that said Hunter is not making things easy.

ATB. I may or may not have started planning this one... but it's here.

Eventually I'll post individual introductions for all of these, but for now, that's all I have!

#writeblr #creative writing #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #writeblr community #queer writers #disabled writer #author intro

4 notes · View notes

tobias-fell · 2 years ago

Text

Books!!! (2022 in reading)

ignore this! or don't! i'm making one of these each year to compare, purely for myself! my 2021 one can be found in the #stats tag on my blog if you are intrigued to see past versions of this post

how many books did I read? 50 <3 just barely. i read coraline on the morning of december 31st bringing up my book count from 49 to 50 lol. makes it so much easier for my tired brain to calculate percentages so God Bless

fiction or nonfiction? i read 94% fiction and 6% nonfiction lol you can guess

top genres? 34% of my reads were contemporary fiction, 24% were fantasy, and 18% were mystery/thriller.

how often did I use the library? 50% of the books I read were libraried or borrowed from a friend.

what were my star ratings? 2 star = 10%, 3 star = 32%, 4 star = 40%, 5 star = 18%, no 1 stars thank god (Camp came close lol).

(stopped counting format stats)

best books? The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch, Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo, Here Lies Daniel Tate by Cristin Terrill, and If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio.

worst books? camp and it ends with us.

reading goals for 2023? read at least 33 books, read at least 25 books by POC, read at least 5 books by disabled authors, read some Discworld, read more horror than I usually do.

#stats

3 notes · View notes

gmparkes · 3 days ago

Text

Gary's Top Reads in 2024

I listen to lots of books, in fact, according to Goodreads I have listened to 91 books this year! I wanted to share my top picks here, in no particular order, for the those who like to read or listen!

Fiction

The Love Elixir of Augusta Stern by Lynda Cohen Loigman

Christmas With the Queen by Hazel Gaynor & Heather Webb

The Memory of Lavender and Sage by Aimie K. Runyan

The Time Keepers by Alyson Richman

James by Percival Everett

After Oz by Gordon McAlpine

Hello Beautiful by Ann Napolitano

The Trial of Mrs. Rhinelander by Denny S. Bryce

The Goddess of Warsaw by Lisa Barr

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt

Call Me Zelda by Erika Robuck

Finding Margaret Fuller by Allison Pataki

The Queen of Sugar Hill by ReShonda Tate

A Calamity of Souls by David Baldacci

The American Queen by Vanessa Miller

Young Adult

Where Wolves Don't Die by Anton Treuer

Buffalo Dreamer by Violet Duncan

The First To Die at the End by Adam Silvera

Across So Many Seas by Ruth Behar

The Rent Collector by Camron Wright

Debut

Them Bones by A. Atkins

Talmadge Farm by Leo Daughtry

Suspense

Twenty Years Later & Long Time Gone by Charlie Donlea

The Paris Widow by Kimberly Belle

The Heiress by Rachel Hawkins

She's Not Sorry by Mary Kubica

The Return of Ellie Black by Emiko Jean

Non Fiction

The JFK Conspiracy by Brad Meltzer & Josh Mensch (Coming January 2025)

From Here to the Great Unknown by Riley Keough & Lisa Marie Presley

American Wings: Chicago's Pioneering Black Aviators by Elizabeth Wein & Sherri L. Smith

Series

Think Twice by Harlan Coben

Crosshairs by James Patterson

Capture or Kill by Don Bentley

A Death in Cornwall by Daniel Silva

This is Why We Lied by Karin Slaughter

Nothing But the Bones by Brian Panowich

0 notes

leclerc-s · 11 months ago

Text

mamma mia! - part six

masterlist // previous // next

mia tate i did a thing

mia tate it might be a bad thing but considering abby isn't around to help with my impulse control i just did it.

daniel ricciardo oh god what did you do?

mia tate so i was walking around monaco as one does when they're new to a city and well i may have ended up at an animal shelter...

charles leclerc DID WE GET A PET?? max verstappen please tell me you didn't get us another pet. we have two cats! mia tate well, i didn't get another cat...

max verstappen you got a dog didn't you??

mia tate in my defense, the lady at the shelter said someone had dropped off puppies weeks ago because their dog had too many and they couldn't keep them and he was just too cute to say no to

daniel ricciardo sounds familiar mia tate oh shut it ricciardo!

mia tate he sort of reminded me of charles because he just wouldn't stop whining until i picked him up, except with charles it's until someone cuddles him. i named him clover, almost called him mimosa. i miss drinking those.

daniel ricciardo he's cute.

charles leclerc i don't whine for cuddles

mia tate "mia! come cuddle me! i'm so alone!" max verstappen "winner cuddles the losers max! that's just how it goes!" daniel ricciardo "is no one going to cuddle me? i'm cold! and so alone!"

charles leclerc a moment of weakness is all.

mia tate sure buddy. charles leclerc we made out three days ago, do not call me buddy. mia tate there he goes, whining again charles leclerc I DON'T WHINE!

max verstappen forget the whiner for a second, are you coming to abu dhabi?

mia tate duh? abby too.

mia tate my dad and marc are going to, if that's okay?

daniel ricciardo ooh, another meeting of the in-laws, hopefully this one goes better

max verstappen once again, sorry about him. and why wouldn't it be okay? it's your dad and brother mia.

mia tate i just don't want to make any of you uncomfortable with my dad.

charles leclerc i do still owe your brother a meeting with seb. and as long he's not like, you know, everything should be fine. by the way, you're going to be in the ferrari garage, right?

max verstappen hell no, only one of us a championship contender, she should be in the red bull garage.

daniel ricciardo i feel like this is going to be a common argument around here.

miatate posted new stories

i have the impulse control of a child, meet clover! booger arrived last night and demanded i take him out to breakfast. remind me again, who's the one carrying a baby? turns out both tate sisters have the impulse control of a child, this is daisy mae for anyone wondering what arguments with these three are like, charles obviously lost this time around

miatate congrats world champion. it's been a pleasure joining you on this journey. here's to many more.

tagged: maxverstappen33

user has limited comments

marc_tate WOOO! LET'S GO MAX!!

maxverstappen33 why'd you have yo use that picture?

→ miatate i think you look very cute.

charles_leclerc this man always has to wear a red bull cap.

→ maxverstappen33 and you have to always wear questionable pants

→ charles_leclerc YOU SAID MY PANTS LOOKED GOOD!

→ maxverstappen33 well, i lied.

danielricciardo wow what a cutie.

→ maxverstappen33 thank you

→ danielricciardo i'm talking about mia. not you.

→ maxverstappen33 YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HER FACE??

→ danielricciardo and yet i know she looks better than you.

abbytate YEAH MAXIMILIAN!!!

robert_tate congratulations max

→ maxverstappen33 thank you robert

max verstappen are you sure? we can always stay in and watch a movie or something?

mia tate max, i'll be fine. it's not everyday you become a world champion for the first time.

max verstappen i don't like this

daniel ricciardo i thought charles was the whiner?? charles leclerc I'M NOT A WHINER!!

mia tate max, i'll be fine, besides, abby's staying with me. go. take my brother with you.

max verstappen but i don't want to?

charles leclerc max, she's 5 months pregnant. i doubt she'll be comfortable on a boat with loud music or in a club.

max verstappen but how are we supposed to go out partying if she's going to stay alone?

daniel ricciardo she's got abby. she won't be alone.

mia tate max, go out. party a bit. i'll be fine.

max verstappen this doesn't mean i'll be having fun.

mia tate of course

daniel ricciardo he's going to end up more wasted than charles and i combined.

charles leclerc of course he is, he's partying with checo.

3 hours later

max verstappen MIA!

mia tate yes max?

max verstappen I LOVE YOU!

max verstappen ❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

daniel ricciardo HEY NO FAIR! I WANTED TO SAY IT FIRST!

charles leclerc IT'S NOT FAIR! WE AGREED ME FIRST!

max verstappen I AM WORLD CHAMPION I GET TO SAY IT FIRST.

mia tate i don't know what you three idiots said to her but she's crying - abby

charles leclerc NO! SEE MAX! THIS IS WHY IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME FIRST!!

daniel ricciardo I'M ON MY MIA!

charles leclerc NOT IF I GET THERE FIRST!

max verstappen I AM WORLD CHAMPION! I SHOULD BE THERE FIRST! LOSERS!

charles leclerc I'M TELLING MIA YOU'RE BEING MEAN TO ME!

abigail tate posted new stories

clover's whining like her father charles. but we still love clover, charles is on a thin line. while the boys are away, the girls watch little women not pictured is a pouting max verstappen saying, "i'm world champion, where are my cuddles?"

taglist: @six-call @barcelonaloverf1life @janeholt3 @queen-aria-things @camdensreg @mycenterfold @woozarts @vellicora @nichmeddar @thisismereading @inloveallthetime @baw-sixteen @floxly @dear-fifi @chiliwhore @ilove-tswizzle @nataliambc @greigreyhiyyih @tygecjjd @cataf1 @nothaqks @formulaal @lichterfee @prongsvault @kaa212 @julesbabey1 @julesbabey @georgeparisole @smnthnclj @hobiismyhopeu @melissayalene @nikfigueiredo @bella-1 @emilyval1 @winchesterwife27 @cashtons-wife @namgification @anniemae299 @octopussesarecool @jensonsonlybutton @ragioniera @weekendlusting @anytimeanywherebitch-blog @trouble-sistar @lesliiieeeee @meadhbhcavanagh @firetruckstuckley

strikethrough means i couldn't tag you

¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm coping. not well. but i'm coping. anytime i see a sad charlos edit or a sad lewis edit i burst into tears and the season hasn't even started! it'll be worse when the season ends.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #f1 fic #f1 instagram au #formula 1 fic #f1 smau #f1 social media au #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #fanfic #fanfiction #daniel ricciardo x female oc #max verstappen x female oc #charles leclerc x female oc #f1 x mamma mia crossover

243 notes · View notes

covercontest · 1 year ago

Text

Cover Contest - Here Lies Daniel Tate

#books #booklr #bookblr #poll #cover contest

0 notes

oblivionsdream · 2 years ago

Text

Sometimes I forget how much I love a good thriller book but often times those are the ones that will haunt me years later. (Sadie by Courtney Summers and Here Lies Daniel Tate by Cristin Terrill in particular).

#thriller recs #here lies Daniel tate #Sadie #these two both still hit me ridiculous hard

14 notes · View notes

keep-the-wolves-close · 11 months ago

Text

Steady Heart

Chapter 6: The Devil Takes Care of His Own

Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

Warnings: language, I think this chapter is pretty tame?

Word count: 2,255ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being a sounding board for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being a cheerleader, and allowing me to screech at her about things that have happened during the writing process. Seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y’all! 💛

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! 💛🤓

Stella pulled up to the ranch. When she had gotten a text from Rip last night to come in today by noon, she had wanted to die. Breathing out loudly, she shut the car off and prepared herself for the potential heartbreak that was about to happen. She looked to her left and realized she had parked next to Kayce’s truck. ‘Shit. What’s he doing here?’

She immediately felt her chest tighten. What if John had lied to get him here to back him into a corner and to help make sure she would stay in line when he fired her and kicked her out?

“Fuuuuck,” she drug the syllable out quietly. She shook her head. ‘No. There’s no way Kayce would let that happen.’ Sliding her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, she hopped out of the SUV.

Glancing around, Stella could see a lot of activity for the day in full swing. It looked like they were separating steer prospects they didn’t want to keep. She didn’t see Kayce, but she did spot her brother. She smiled affectionately seeing him doing the work he loved to do. When her eyes landed farther to the right, she saw Tate leaning on the fence watching with childlike wonder.

She wandered over to the little boy. “Hey bud!”

“Oh hey Aunt Stell! Isn’t this cool?”

“Yeah it sure is. I love watching them.” She smiled. She whispered conspiratorially to him. “It’s even more fun to do it though.”

Tate looked at her with wide eyes. “You’ve done this before??”

She smiled. “Yessir I have. Plenty of times. With my brother and your dad, and your grandpa.”

“Woaahhh! That’s awesome! I wanna do it too!” Her best friend’s son practically started to levitate with excitement.

“Well you’ve gotta be just a little bit bigger for that, bud.” She chuckled. “Speaking of your dad, do you know where he went?”

“I think he went to talk to grandpa.”

Stella sighed. “Okay I’m gonna go find them. Stay on this fence and not the inside one, alright?” She ruffled his hair gingerly and he giggled. Stella knew Tate knew better, but she couldn’t help herself to give the warning anyhow.

Stella circled around and gave everything a passing glance. It was almost like an out of body stream of consciousness. Her eyes stopped as they landed on the two men in question looking in her direction. She was sure she turned seven different shades of pale. Stretching her neck from side to side, she walked toward them. Little did Stella know, they watched her from the moment she pulled in.

“Is this my judge and jury pair?” It was spiteful of her to say that. She cringed and started again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be like that.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Kayce asked, surprised at her rough greeting. Stella’s eyes darted to John, whose face was stoic, but his eyebrows raised slightly. He hadn’t told Kayce.

She tried to smooth past her slip. “Nothin’. Y’all just seemed like you were ready to make big decisions for everyone’s day. So the judge,” she motioned at John, “and the jury.” She finished pointing to Kayce. “I’m also just in rare form today apparently.”

Kayce decided to ignore that and looked at his dad. “How’s that stallion treatin’ ya?”

“It’s the gift that keeps on giving.” John snorted and looked around.

Stella laughed quietly. “He’s definitely giving everyone a run for their money. And I’m almost outta money.”

“Kayce, let me borrow Stella for a second.”

The younger Dutton stopped shifting on his feet. He passed a look between his dad and his best friend, confused. “Sure. Don’t need my permission.”

John waved his hand for Stella to follow him. Kayce caught the sight of her wiping her hands on her legs. Why was she nervous to talk to his dad, of all people? This is the girl that told his dad to ‘go fuck himself and get off his high horse, it’s not just about you’ when she defended him back when she was 18. He reached out to grab her arm, but his fingertips barely brushed it. She fixed him with a look that made him stop any form of question.

When the eldest Dutton and Stella walked around the corner, she let out a heavy sigh. She leaned her shoulder on the wall while she placed her hands in her back pockets.

“Well, let’s have it, sir.” She tried to brace herself for the hit.

John pinned her to her spot with a look of warning. “I heard your conversation with Rip last night.”

“And I meant every word.” She answered confidently. “If you think I’d have loose lips, you really don’t know me like I thought you might have.”

Kayce had snuck up behind them. “What the hell are you accusing her of?”

Stella threw her hands up and let them slap back on her thighs. She hadn’t planned on telling Kayce, but he inserted himself into the problem.“Well, now is as good a time as any. I overheard a conversation, and decided to sneak out instead of making my presence known. Your dad saw me leave, and then I lied to him about it because I didn’t know he saw me.”

“So you’re questioning her integrity?”

“No, son, that already happened. I’m telling her she’s allowed to stay. My men trust her. My son,” he paused to look directly at Kayce, “trusts her. I’ve never had any issues. So I’m letting it slide. Once. I think she’s learned her lesson. But Stella?”

She looked at him wide eyed. “Yessir?”

“Lie to my face again?” She understood the hidden meaning of the slippery slope. “Now, I’m going to go see my grandson.”

“Stella, c’mon.” Kayce left her no room for argument. The way he turned and walked off told her he was definitely pissed. She rolled her eyes and fixed her glasses. “Come on.” She heard Kayce press.

Stella picked up her pace to catch him. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’. Jeez.”

Kayce whipped around at her when they got to the tack room. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!”

She placed a hand on the middle of his chest to keep him out of her face, “woah woah woah there, cowboy. I didn’t keep anything from you,” then removed it just as fast. “You were dealing with a lot. It’s not your responsibility to mend my busted fences.”

“But he’s my dad, and he should fuckin’ know better. Especially when it comes to you.”

“Those kinds of things get forgotten. Especially when it wasn’t happening to his family, Kayce. Of course he remembers yours.” Both sets of eyes glazed over for a minute, recollecting the memory.

“I could have reminded him. I could’ve made your life so much easier.”

“Yeah, but how will I learn anything if you’re fixing things for me all the time?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “You won’t always be there to save me. Also, just because I’m your best friend, doesn’t mean I should get preferential treatment either. I’m still an employee here, ya know.”

Stella went to lean against the work table against the back wall. She leaned back on her hands and gazed at Kayce. “You know, this is the same exact conversation you helped me have with my brother when I turned 18. I’m not doing it twice.” She scoffed out a humorless chuckle. “Everything is fine, Kace. Next time I’ll announce myself to the conversation with bells and confetti.”

“That’s not funny, and you know it. This could have been bad.” He scoffed back at her, but still came to lean next to her. Touching shoulders like always.

“Rip wouldn’t have let it get there.” Stella defended.

Kayce had a sudden realization. “Wait, is that why you thought I was here? To help kick you out? Do you really think I would have let that happen?!”

She sighed harshly. “No Kayce. I don’t. I do, however, think your dad would have lied to get you here and back you into a corner. I’ve seen him do it before.”

“Also wait a minute, Rip?! I could stop the problem at the starting gate.” Kayce ignored the accusation about his father. He knew she was right.

She joked. “So now we’re derby runners? I thought we were cowboys.”

“Stella…” He let her name fall off in a warning.

She put her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. It’s not funny. If I saw things start to really go sideways, I would have come to you. I promise.” Stella fixed her glasses while she played with the bottom of her T-shirt. It was time to change the subject. “So how are you? How’s Monica?”

“I’m alright. Day by day, you know. Monica…? She’s holding on, but I can’t talk to her.”

Her face scrunched up. “Since when can’t you talk to her? I would expect that to happen between us before it happened with you two.”

“There’s something I did that can’t be forgiven.”

“Kayce… I highly doubt there is anything you could do, that she wouldn’t forgive you for.”

“Not this.”

“So what is it?”

“I can’t tell you either.” He looked down. Defeated. Stella observed him for a minute. He looked lost. Scared almost. The look reminded her of that day they snuck out and got trapped by a brown bear and she threw herself in front of Kayce right as Rip came galloping up to save them.

“Well, I know when you’re ready, you’ll tell me. But you’ve gotta talk to your wife, Kayce. You can’t leave her in the dark. It probably hurts her that you’re avoiding her.”

“You think I don’t know that? I just, can’t break her heart like this.” Stella reached over and patted his back between his shoulders.

“Whatever it is, cowboy, we’ll get through it. I’ll be here to help as long as you want me to be.”

Kayce pulled out his phone to check the time. His dad and son had been gone for quite some time.

“I gotta go get a horse. I need to find Tate.”

Stella practically jogged to keep up with Kayce. He was headed Rip’s way. Ryan and Colby walked in the opposite direction towards the friend pair. They were headed to dinner. Ryan could be heard calling Fred a dipshit. She let out a hearty laugh because it was the god's honest truth. As they got closer, they could hear Rip talking to Lloyd. He told him to give Fred his wages and send him on his way. ‘Oo shit.’ Her eyebrows raised. Jimmy limped by them.

She shouted at Jimmy. “What the hell happened to you?!” She stopped following Kayce to talk to Jimmy. In her peripheral vision, she saw Kayce stop and glance back at her and Jimmy to watch the interaction. Stella reached out to examine the bloody lip Jimmy acquired and the nice goose egg on his forehead. Kayce exhaled loudly, and Stella was all but sure there was an eyeroll and clenched jaw attached to it, but he continued moving.

Jimmy side eyed the youngest Dutton. “Uh, it’s nothing. You go catch up with Kayce.”

Rip yelled at Stella as he and Kayce went into the barn. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ clean ‘im up! Let everybody see!”

“I’m at least gonna give you some Tylenol. Rip can suck my ass if he gets pissy about me going to the bunkhouse for that. C’mon.” She pulled Jimmy along to the bunkhouse.

As Stella searched for the Tylenol, the air was tense between them. She could feel he wanted to ask her something.

“Go ahead and ask Jimmy. I’m mostly an open book.” She nosed around in the top cabinet.

“Oh it’s nothing.”

She looked at him disapprovingly above her lenses. “Yeah and I’m Miss America.”

“Okay so I’m probably wrong, but is there something going on between you and Kayce?”

If she would have had water in her mouth, it would have been spat across the room. “What?!”

Jimmy fidgeted around. “Well you guys are really close and I’ve seen how you look at him.”

Stella found the bottle in the back of the cabinet. She turned to face Jimmy with as much seriousness as she could muster and a deadpan face. “For the love of god, don’t repeat that thought to anyone else. I’ll be dead in 24 hours. Whether from embarrassment, or Monica murdering me herself, I don’t know.” She snapped the cabinet shut. “No, there's nothing going on between me and a married man. He’s just my best friend. Always has been, always will be.”

“Oh yeah definitely. I just maybe thought —,”

“— Well you thought wrong.” Stella interrupted, and roughly shoved the bottle at Jimmy. “Here’s your Tylenol. Keep those thoughts to yourself. Clear?”

“Crystal.” Jimmy watched as Stella stomped off. He heard the telltale jingle of her keys and the front door slam.

Stella stormed past the picnic tables where everyone had gathered. Ryan and Colby called out to her as she stalked by, only to be ignored and left perplexed. Even Rip and Lloyd shared a look.

By the time she made it to her SUV, she reached a boiling point. She huffed and puffed while blindly searching for the unlock button. Hopping in, she jammed the key into the ignition. Stella was ready to go home and get away from this cursed place for the night.

She felt like a child with how she reacted. If anything, her reaction made her seem guiltier than she was.

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic

28 notes · View notes