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#ace attorney#ace attorney investigations 2#gyakuten kenji 2#aai#kay#kay faraday#edgeworth#miles edgeworth#ray#raymond shields#my edits#my gifs#aa edits#q
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Yu and Kay in Haven
#videogamewomen#gamingladies#gamingnetwork#haven#havenedit#gamingedit#yu#kay#haven game#gifs#*elizabeth#*lgbtvg
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Kay rubs her belly…
Kay: please let me come with you
Y/N: I’m a junker, a scraper. It’s not exactly the life I want for you or our baby
Kay: better than here
Y/N: yeah…alright.
Kay hugs Y/N tightly…
Y/N: I’m sorry the thought of you not coming even crossed my mind
Kay playfully punches him…
Kay; you’re a jerk. But you’re my jerk.
#alien#alien franchise#alien romulus#alien films#weyland yutani#Kay Harrison#Kay#Kay x reader#isabella merced#isabela merced
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I'm reading a book with all the red flags
Magic was forbidden by Uther/magic is forbidden
Merlin is a young guy
Merlin/Arthur or Merlin/Lancelot
Emrys gets used for Merlin
Mordred is a young guy and Knight and not Arthur's son
Gawain is not related to Arthur
Arthurian names used with no connection to their backstory
#The darkest knight by victoria sue#also I'm ten pages in and no mention of kay being Arthur's step brother#kay#arthurian
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Just thinking about how, from Kay's perspective, Alien: Romulus is even more nightmarish. You arrive at the station, your brother and friends go off to do their thing while you take a nap and when you wake up everything has gone to shit in the worst way imaginable, you have no idea why, no idea what's going on, no idea what the hell those things are...
... and then it gets WORSE.
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Hello❤️ could you please write some Harry Hart x reader where reader has a deadly illness or something like that and doesn't know how to tell him please❤️
You don't have to though! Don't feel pressured❤️
Title: "Fight for me"
Summary: You fight for him.
Pairing: Harry Hart × Reader
Warnings: Angst, mention of death.
Author's Notes: Thank you kindly for nudging me back into Harry Hart's world! Gotta admit, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic about our old pal Harry. Those first fanfics with him? Whew, they were like the training wheels for my writing journey! But hey, even though I've come a long way, there's always room for improvement, am I right? 📝🚀
As the days passed, you found yourself grappling with the weight of the secret you carried, the knowledge of your impending demise lurking in the shadows of your mind. Deep down, you knew you had to tell Harry eventually. He was your friend, your confidant, someone you trusted with your life. But the fear of how he would react, of the pain it would cause him, held you back.
You and Harry had been through so much together, bonded by the trials and tribulations of life as Kingsman agents. You had faced danger head-on, stared death in the face more times than you could count, but this was different. This was a battle you couldn't fight with fists or gadgets. This was a battle against time, against an enemy you couldn't see or touch.
It had all started on a mission, just like any other. Some evil idiot with grandiose plans of spreading a new type of deadly virus in New York through the water supply. You and Harry were sent in to eliminate the threat, to neutralize the danger before it could spread. And you had succeeded, taking down the man responsible for the virus with precision and skill.
But what you hadn't anticipated was the insidious nature of the virus itself, its ability to infect even the most cautious of agents. Hours after the mission had ended, after the adrenaline had faded and the dust had settled, you received the devastating news. You had contracted the virus, a death sentence lurking in your bloodstream, waiting to claim you.
In the weeks that followed, you tried to carry on as if nothing had changed, as if the specter of death looming over you was nothing more than a distant shadow. You continued to report for duty, to fulfill your obligations as a Kingsman agent, all the while hiding the truth from those closest to you.
Only a select few knew of your condition, the Kingsman doctors who had been tirelessly working to find a cure, along with Arthur and Merlin, your closest allies within the organization. They had sworn to secrecy, to keep your condition hidden from the rest of the world, to spare you the scrutiny and pity that would surely follow if the truth were to come to light.
But despite their best efforts, you couldn't shake the feeling of isolation that gnawed at the edges of your consciousness, the fear of facing your fate alone. And so, you continued to push yourself, to throw yourself into your work with a fervor born out of desperation.
Each day brought new challenges, new obstacles to overcome, but you refused to let it break you. You were a Kingsman, damn it, and you would face death with the same courage and determination that had defined you as an agent.
As the days turned into weeks, the black lines on your body began to appear, starting on your stomach and seeming to grow more pronounced with each passing day. Concerned, you made your way to the medical area of Kingsman to find out about it, showing the lines on your belly to Doctor Sarah, one of the organization's trusted physicians.
Dr. Sarah wasted no time assessing the situation, immediately ordering blood tests to better analyze the mysterious phenomenon. As she prepared to draw blood for the tests, she asked if you were experiencing any symptoms. With a sigh, you nodded, feeling a heaviness settle in your chest as you began to roll up the sleeve of your Kingsman suit, revealing your forearm.
"I've been feeling more tired than usual," you admitted, wincing slightly as Doctor Sarah tied a band around your arm to prepare for the needle. "And it seems like everything I put in my stomach is being repelled. I can hardly eat, and even walking has become painful."
Before Doctor Sarah could respond, there was a knock on the door, and Harry entered the room, concern etched on his features. Doctor Sarah scolded him gently for not waiting for someone, but allowed him to come in before she resumed her task of drawing blood.
"Kay, what are you doing here again?" Harry questioned, his voice filled with genuine concern as he focused his attention on you. "This is the third time this week you've been to the medical area."
You ignored his inquiry, your gaze fixed on Doctor Sarah as she finished taking your blood. With a smile, you thanked her and straightened your shirt, grabbing your suit jacket from one of the nearby chairs.
Turning to face Harry, you feigned ignorance. "I don't know what you're talking about," you replied, your tone carefully neutral as you made your way towards the door.
But Harry wasn't fooled, his brow furrowing in frustration as he followed closely behind you. "Kay, don't do this," he pleaded, his voice soft but firm. "You're avoiding me, and I don't know why. Please, talk to me."
Feeling Harry's presence at your side, you hesitated for just a moment, the weight of your secret bearing down on you like a leaden cloak. But with a deep breath, you continued on your way, your steps quickening as you made your escape from the medical area.
"I'm not avoiding you, Galahad," you replied, your voice strained with the effort of maintaining your composure. "I've just been... busy the last few days."
But Harry wasn't about to let you off the hook that easily, his determination evident in the way he matched your pace, his eyes boring into yours with unwavering intensity.
"Kay, I know you're hiding something from me," he insisted, his voice soft but firm. "And I'm not going to let it go until you tell me what's going on."
You stopped in your tracks, the weight of Harry's words hitting you like a ton of bricks. With a heavy sigh, you turned to face him, steeling yourself for the confession you were about to make.
"You're right, Harry," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you met his gaze. "I've been hiding something from you for a while now, and... it's time to tell you."
Harry's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you were about to reveal. But he certainly didn't expect what came next.
"I like you, Harry," you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. "I'm... in love with you."
The confession hung heavy in the air between you, the weight of it pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. It wasn't a complete lie - you had harbored feelings for Harry for some time now, feelings you had kept buried deep within your heart for fear of rejection.
But now, faced with the prospect of your own mortality, you couldn't bear to keep the truth hidden any longer. And so, you had made a deliberate choice to reveal your feelings to Harry, knowing that it would provide a plausible explanation for your recent behavior and, more importantly, that it would drive him away.
Harry's eyes widened in shock at your confession, his features frozen in disbelief as he processed your words. For a moment, the silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken emotions and unvoiced fears.
But then, with a sigh, Harry reached out and took your hand in his, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Kay," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and regret, "I had no idea... I'm sorry."
You shook your head, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Don't be," you replied, your voice tinged with resignation. "I knew you would never feel the same way, Harry. You're a Kingsman through and through, and I... I'm just a friend."
With those words, you pulled away from Harry's touch, your heart heavy with the weight of unrequited love. Turning on your heel, you walked away, leaving Harry standing alone in the hallway, his gaze following your retreating figure with a mixture of regret and longing.
But deep down, you knew it was for the best. You couldn't bear to burden Harry with the knowledge of your impending demise, couldn't bear to watch him suffer as you wasted away before his eyes. And so, you had made a deliberate choice to push him away, to spare him the pain of losing someone he cared about.
As you disappeared around the corner, tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You were a Kingsman, damn it, and you would face your fate with the same courage and determination that had defined you as an agent.
As the weeks passed and your condition worsened, you found yourself confined to your bed at home, the pain in your stomach becoming unbearable. You lay there, feeling weak and helpless, unable to get up or eat anything of substance. The black lines that had started on your stomach now snaked their way up toward your neck, a grim reminder of the disease ravaging your body.
You had been in bed for two weeks now, having left the Kingsman hospital wing after receiving the devastating news that there may not be a cure for you. Unable to bear the pitying looks from those around you, you had made the difficult decision to come home, to spend your final days in the comfort of your own bed.
Merlin called you practically every day, his concern palpable even through the phone. But you couldn't bring yourself to answer, having told him that you would only reach out when you felt that your time was near, so he could take care of your final arrangements.
Alone and in pain, you lay in bed, the weight of your impending death pressing down on you like a leaden cloak. The days stretched on, blending into one another as you drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain in your stomach a constant reminder of your mortality.
But amidst the pain and despair, there were moments of fleeting clarity, moments when you allowed yourself to reflect on the life you had lived. Memories of missions and adventures with Harry and Merlin filled your mind, bringing a bittersweet smile to your lips as you reminisced about the good times you had shared.
But as the days wore on and your strength waned, those moments became few and far between, replaced by a sense of resignation and acceptance. You knew that your time was running out, that soon you would be nothing more than a memory, a footnote in the history of Kingsman.
And so, you lay there, isolated and alone, the black lines creeping ever closer to your neck as you waited for the inevitable end. But even in your darkest moments, you refused to give up hope, clinging to the belief that somehow, someway, you would find peace in the end.
Today was another day like the others. You curled up in bed, the pain in your stomach a constant companion as you ignored the persistent ringing of the doorbell at your house. Whoever it was could leave; you just wanted to be left alone to wallow in your misery.
As the doorbell finally stopped ringing, you let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the temporary reprieve. But just as you began to drift back into the numbing embrace of sleep, there was a knock on your balcony door, startling you out of your reverie.
You sat up, a mixture of irritation and confusion clouding your thoughts as you made your way to the balcony. What the hell was Harry doing there? You opened the door, the cool breeze of the evening washing over you as you faced him, a frown marring your features.
"What are you doing here, Galahad?" you questioned, your voice tinged with annoyance as you met his gaze.
Harry waved a paper in front of your face, his expression a mixture of sadness and anger as he demanded to know why you kept it from him. Confused, you glanced down at the paper, your heart sinking as you realized what it was.
It was an exam paper, a paper from one of your recent medical exams, detailing your morbid condition in stark black and white. You felt a lump form in your throat as you tried to find the words to explain yourself, to make Harry understand why you had kept it from him for so long.
But before you could speak, Harry's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his words laced with pain and betrayal. "Kay, why didn't you tell me?" he demanded, his brown eyes searching yours for any sign of an answer.
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat, choked off by the weight of your guilt and shame. You had never seen Harry look so sad, so angry, and it tore at your heartstrings to know that you were the cause of his pain.
"I... I didn't want to burden you, Harry," you finally managed to choke out, your voice thick with anguish as you met his gaze. "I thought it would be easier if you didn't know, if I just... faded away quietly."
But Harry wasn't having any of it, his frustration evident in the way he shook his head, his eyes blazing with emotion. "You idiot," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out and pulled you into a tight embrace. "Do you really think I would have let you face this alone? That I wouldn't have been there for you every step of the way?"
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you buried your face in Harry's chest, his words washing over you like a balm to your wounded soul. In that moment, you realized just how much you had underestimated his love and devotion, how much you had underestimated the strength of your bond as friends and comrades.
"I'm sorry, Harry," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest as you clung to him like a lifeline. "I'm so sorry for keeping this from you, for shutting you out when I needed you the most."
Harry ignores your excuses and pulls away to look at you, his determination evident in the firm set of his jaw and the steely resolve in his eyes. He promises you that he will find a cure, that he will search the whole world if he has to, to ensure your well-being. But you shake your head, your gaze filled with resignation as you admit the harsh truth.
"There is no cure, Harry," you whisper, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper as you meet his gaze. "The only person who could even produce a cure is the creator of the virus himself. And... I killed him."
Harry's expression softens with understanding, his brow furrowing in concern as he processes your words. For a moment, he is at a loss for words, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air between you.
But before he can respond, you feel a sharp pain rip through your abdomen, doubling you over in agony. Harry's eyes widen in alarm as he rushes to your side, his hands gentle as he helps you to lie down on the bed.
You try to protest, to reassure him that you'll be fine on your own, but Harry scolds you, his voice filled with frustration and concern. "Stop pushing me away, Kay," he insists, his eyes blazing with emotion as he meets your gaze. "Just stop. You don't have to go through this alone."
You swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak as you meet Harry's gaze. "I'm sorry, Harry," you whisper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't want to burden you with this. I thought... it would be easier if you didn't know."
But Harry shakes his head, his expression softening as he reaches out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. "How dare you even lie to me like that?" he murmurs, his voice laced with pain and betrayal. "Is that why you said you were in love with me? To keep me away?"
You don't have the strength to protest, to explain yourself, so you let him believe that his confession was nothing more than a lie. Harry continues, his voice filled with regret as he admits his own shortcomings.
"I don't want to lose you, Kay," Harry murmurs, his voice filled with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "It hurt when you walked away from me, avoided me for so long. And when you lied and said you loved me... a part of me liked it, knowing this. I don't understand why, Kay. I've never known how to deal with feelings, and so I moved even further away from you, allowed it, thinking you would overcome your feelings for me."
You meet Harry's gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the right words to respond. "Harry, I..." you begin, but before you can finish, he cuts you off with a gentle touch, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender caress.
"Don't," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "Don't say anything, Kay. Just let me be here for you, please."
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you nod, unable to find the strength to argue with him. In that moment, all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming tide of emotions that threatens to consume you, to let Harry's presence wash over you like a soothing balm.
And then, without warning, Harry's lips find yours in a soft, tentative kiss, sending shockwaves of electricity coursing through your veins. It's not the first time you've kissed him - on missions, it's common to pretend to be a couple to maintain cover - but this kiss feels different, somehow. It's filled with a depth of feeling that you've never experienced before, a silent declaration of Harry's love and devotion that transcends words.
For a moment, you're lost in the sweetness of the kiss, the warmth of Harry's embrace enveloping you like a protective cocoon. But as the kiss deepens, passion igniting between you with an intensity that takes your breath away, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at the edges of your consciousness.
Harry loves you, he's confessed as much, but you can't bring yourself to believe it. It's just pity talking, you tell yourself, his concern for you clouding his judgment. But as Harry pulls away, his eyes blazing with an emotion that leaves you breathless, you can't deny the truth any longer.
"Kay," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion as he cups your face in his hands, his gaze searching yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. "I love you, more than anything in this world. Please, let me be here for you. Let me show you how much you mean to me."
You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you try to push him away. "No, Harry," you choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. "You don't love me. It's just pity, I know it is. You're just feeling sorry for me."
But Harry's expression softens, his eyes filling with a tenderness that steals your breath away. "Kay, look at me," he murmurs, his voice gentle but firm. "I love you, with every fiber of my being. And I will do whatever it takes to prove it to you, to show you that you are not alone."
As he protests, his voice filled with desperation and determination, you feel a surge of conflicting emotions washing over you like a tidal wave. On one hand, you want to believe him, to trust in his unwavering resolve to find a cure and save you from the clutches of death. But on the other hand, you can't shake the overwhelming sense of despair that threatens to consume you, the knowledge of your impending demise looming over you like a dark cloud.
But Harry refuses to let you wallow in self-pity, his hands gentle but firm as he holds your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Kay, look at me," he insists, his voice hoarse with emotion. "You can't give up, not now. I refuse to let you surrender to this disease without a fight."
You try to turn away, to avoid his penetrating gaze, but Harry's grip on your face tightens, his brown eyes blazing with an intensity that leaves you breathless. "Even if it's too late," you protest, your voice barely above a whisper as you struggle to find the words to explain yourself. "Even if there's no hope left... I can't keep fighting, Harry. I'm tired, so tired."
But Harry shakes his head, his expression filled with a steely resolve that takes your breath away. "Then let me fight for you," he murmurs, his voice filled with determination. "I swear, Kay, I will find a cure, no matter what it takes. Even if I have to go to hell itself and resurrect that bastard who created this virus, I will not rest until you are safe."
You want to believe him, to trust in his promise to save you from the jaws of death. But deep down, you know that the odds are stacked against you, that the virus coursing through your veins is a formidable enemy that cannot be defeated with mere words and promises.
And yet, as you meet Harry's gaze, the flicker of hope in his eyes reignites something deep within you, a spark of defiance that refuses to be extinguished. "Please, Kay," he pleads, his voice soft but urgent. "Fight, if not for yourself, then for me. Resist, for me. I can't bear to lose you, not like this."
Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to find the strength to carry on, to fight against the relentless tide of despair that threatens to drag you under. But as you look into Harry's eyes, filled with a love and devotion that transcends words, you realize that you can't give up, not now, not ever.
With a deep breath, you nod, a silent vow passing between you and Harry in that fleeting moment. "I'll fight," you whisper, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper as you meet his gaze. "For you, Harry. I'll fight until my last breath, if that's what it takes."
And as Harry pulls you into his arms, his embrace a lifeline in the storm of uncertainty that surrounds you, you cling to him like a drowning man clutching at a life raft. In that moment, you know that no matter what the future may hold, as long as you have Harry by your side, you can face anything, even death itself.
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Alien: Romulus (2024)
#2024#gif#film#movie#science fiction#Alien: Romulus#Alien#Romulus#Fede Alvarez#Isabela Merced#Kay#David Jonsson#Andy#Cailee Spaeny#Rain Carradine#Archie Renaux#Tyler#Xenomorph#Facehugger#F44AA#pulse rifle
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My characters and there orientations shone with gifs part 1
Arthur
Merlin
Gawain
Bedivere
Guinevere
Morgan
Tbd
Kay
Agravain
bonus Gawain
#marthaLmary#arthurian legend#oc#king arthur#sir bedivere#wip#arthur pendragon#bedivere#knight bedivere#Morgan#princess morgan#not morgan le fay#pride month#transgender#trans pride#prince agravaine#kay#kay son of ector#sir kay#ace#bi#polysexual#aro#aroace
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@crew-from-capulet sent: Kay: ❛ are you always so competitive? ❜ (hey there :3)
León grinned at Kay, face red and shining with sweat. 'Do not pretend you wanted this to be easy.' He wandered around in a small circle around Kay, hands on his waist as he tried to catch his breath. He didn't know if he could go again, but he would sure as hell try.
Chugging some of his water, he offered the rest to Kay. 'Sprint back?'
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Who's your profile picture?
The lovely Isabela Merced as Kay from Alien Romulus.
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"When I asked my grandmother about the Snow Queen, she told me she's the spirit of winter. What does this spirit do? Is she scary? Is she kind? Please let her be kind!"
#The Snow Queen#Yuki no Joou ~The Snow Queen~#Gerda#Kai#Yuki no Joou#Osamu Dezaki#Lamees' gifs#Kay#flashing gif *#moving patterns *#gif set#me trying to decide if I should literally translate (it'd be better if she were kind) or not due to how clunky it sounds
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#ace attorney#ace attorney investigations#edgeworth#miles edgeworth#kay#kay faraday#aai#my edits#my gifs#aa edits#q
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This guy's barely in anything outside of his entrance where he shows up bedraggled in his dead dad's surcoat and immediately gets bullied by Kay. To me he's the edgiest guy in Camelot because he reminds me of Shadow the Hedgehog.
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NOT A CHAPTER
This will be insert of storylines that happens in the future if Yn and Kayce
Chapter 18:
Chapter 17:
Trying to have a baby was difficult if the man you wanted to be the father seemed to be avoiding you at all cost. When Tate was gone with Monica I would come home ready to spend the night with him but he was never home. He would come late and by that time I was already in bed sleeping peacefully. When Tate was here he always wanted him present, which was unusual because when he was over he would send him with John atleast one night. One time I tried going over to his office. A coat robe ready to slip off and available to him but nothing. He had a “Meeting” to get too. I was becoming frustrated but not because I needed all of the pent up feelings to go away but because he is making it seem like he doesn’t want me anymore. “You are being paranoid” I shake my head at the liquor being offered by Beth.
“Stop. That is what they say to women who’s husband are cheating on them” I roll my eyes and start pacing the floor.
“Well it's a good thing he is not your husband then” I look over annoyed at her words. “Kidding. Well not” She smiles getting up to take my arm. “Kayce loves you and you know how busy this world can get you” I hated talking about the ranch. Call me crazy but after leaving the ranch and only taking care of it legally, I didn’t want to be involved with anything else. I hated Kayce was involved but I understood where he was coming from when he told me he couldn’t just leave. We had a huge argument one night when he came beat up so badly it kept him in bed for days. I cried non stop but showed how angry he was with what he was involved with. It took days before I came to terms with it. It took weeks to look at him and finally come up with a solution. He wanted to give up everything so we could be together but I told him it was okay. I knew what I got myself into even before we were together. She pulls me to take a seat.
“It's hard to believe when he doesn’t even kiss me atleast a goodbye!” I stomp my feet seeting back into the couch like a littel girl who is being denied candy.
“How about we go out tonight?” I close my eyes thinking about it. Tate was with Monica until Tuesday and it was currently Saturday. It was enough time to get blasted, like I am sure Beth will try to get me.
“Sure” I threw my hands up in defeat. I will just have to talk with Kayce before I get to the point where I get my frustration out some other way. “I’ll see you at 7?” I get up grabbing my things
“5” I turned over looking at her. We never go out that early. “You need to relax your mind and I know this wonderful place but it's far. '' I shake my head not caring aslong as my mind is not thinking of Kayce for as long as possible. “I will pick you up”
“At the office” I say walking out the door. I was going to spend the rest of the day in the office. Being at home with it being still 11 in the morning wasn’t wise. I would be pacing around the whole house probably eventually crying until I am balled up on the floor. Trying to unlock my door I hear my phone ring. “Hello?” I answer without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey are you busy?” I hear Monica’s voice on the other side of the phone.
“No. I was going into the office to have somthing to do but it can wait. Do you need something?” I pull out my key setting in my purse and put my attention to the phone call.
“Tate has been talking about this restuarant all day when you took him to once. And since it's almost lunch time he was thinking maybe you wanted to join us?” I look over to my office. Being here with only my thoughts might be the same as being stuck at home. Maybe going to lunch with Monica and Tate would be better.
“Of course. I will see you there in 5” We hang up and I go back into my car. I drive up and park waiting for them to show up. “Hey buddy” I smile seeing Tate run up to me and give me a hug.
“He has not stopped talking about this place” She looked up, not really sure about the place.
“It's great!” He pulls away running inside.
“They are good. One of my favorites” I smile waiting for her to walk in behind Tate.
“Welcome” The host smiles as we walk inside. “Table for 3? The gentleman is waiting for you” We turn as we see Tate talking to the waitress already.
“Thank you.” We say walking to the table.
“I will have that in a second” The waitress made sure what Tate had ordered was correct before she left.
“Grandpa said I can come over today for a fishing day!” He said excitily. “Do you want to come too?” How can I tell him no? I don’t mess with horses more than I did the last time I was near one.
“Kid she doesn’t know how to ride a horse” I thank Monica with an uneasy smile.
“But last time you rode with dad. You can ride with me or grandpa this time”
“Thanks buddy but I am not dressed up for the occasion” Yeah a pencil skirt and heels isn’t proper for riding a horse or even fishing.
“Aunt Beth can let you borrow something”
“Okay but if the horse tries anything I will have to skip the fishing trip”
“Deal” He smiles. The food came soon after that.
“So how is the house going?” Monica spoke as we were digging into our food.
“Good. Hard to compermise but it's getting there.”
“Dad doesn’t like the couch” I laugh nodding my head. I didn’t want a leather couch. My parents always had dark brown leather couches in the house but I always liked the large cloth couches.
“And it's a cream color so his fear of keeping it clean is worse” Monica laughs along. “It's not like we have 20 people living at home”
“And what did you have to agree on?” I smile knowing she has been in the same place as me so she knows how annoying it can be to deal with Kayce.
“Having a bathtub” I didn’t like bathtubs. I preferred showers. I wanted a vanity or something more useful in that corner but I agreed to have my couch.
“I love the bathtub!” Tate says with a mouth full.
“That's why I don’t regret the decision. He doesn’t fight taking a bath anymore” Monica turns over with a smile.
“So all it takes is a bathtub to keep you clean?” Tate nods with a big smile. “Have to get one at home because I can’t keep him clean” We were exaggerating but Tate had a difficult time wanting to take a shower but now we have a difficult time getting him out the tub.
“Can you get one with the jets?” He saw the cataloug where we were picking them out and was angry at the fact we didn’t choose one with jets
“I will see” We smiled at Tate who had finished his first plate and went on to the next. Once our food was done we met again in the ranch. Thankfully Rip called Tate over to work on his horse and that took most of the day until I looked down and checked the time.
“It's okay if you have plans, Tate will understand” I looked over to Monica who was standing next to me with a smile.
“No” I shake my head. It was almost 5 and I had texted Beth that I was going to the ranch so she would find me and honestly if she didn’t I don’t really feel like going anywhere right now. “Beth invited me for drinks tonight but I think it's best if I don’t go”
“What?” I look over to her, confused. “I wasn’t going to say anything but you have not been in a good mood for a couple of days.” Gee thanks. “I think you need this,” I was about to say something like no I don’t and going out with Beth will only get me in a worse mood but she wraps her arms around mine and leads me inside the house. “To prove it I will be going too” I smiled a little allowing her to lead me upstairs and into Beth's room. I was forced, which says nothing since I didn’t fight Monica on changing into different clothes. Beth soon came in trying to get ready for the night before she spent getting me ready.
“Alright I think we are ready to go, '' Beth says, looking infront of the mirror before turning to us. “Lets go” We go downstairs and wait in the car so Monica can say goodbye to Tate as she leaves him with Rip until John comes home.
“Come on. We were going to have fun” Monica says from the back seat.
“She is having troubles with my little brother”
“Oh so that's why you have been pissy all day” I look over annoyed.
“I have not!” I argue. I have not, I didn’t even believe myself
“He has been busy and to make it worse she hasn’t gotten some for,? How long has it been” She looks over quickly at me with a grin.
“Shut up” I groan slidding down more into the seat. I fold my arms together looking over to the window. “Almost 2 months” I whisper. I hear them chuckle at my responds.
“I can’t go a week without it,I can’t imagine 2 months” Beth says laughing.
“I am going to throw myself out the car”
“Don’t be pissy. We are going to make you feel better, you will see” Monica said as she laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. I take a deep breath, I don’t know what is going to happen but I need to get this tension out before it drives me crazy. We have been driving for about 10 minutes and I am beginning to think they are going to ditch me in some ditch since I have not stopped frowning since we got in the car. There is nothing 10 minutes away from town that is interesting enough to take this ride.
“Alright we are going off road a little” Beth says turning into a dirt road. Now I truly believe they are going to kill me off somewhere.
“If this is your idea of fun and distracting, I don’t like it” I hear a low chuckle from both of them. I sit up leaning forward when I notice a faint light ahead. The sun was going down on the other side of us so it was dark enough to see light coming from torches? “Are we going there?” I pointed and turned to look at Beth who only nodded. “You know I hate the outside right? If this is supposed to make me feel better than you don’t know me at all” I didn’t have time to take a full glance at what was infront of us since it was still feet away but also because I almost went throught the windshield. Always wear your seatbelts kids!. “What the hell Beth?” I look over as she puts the car in reverse.
“Get out,” She says dryly. “Y/N” She unlocks the car and points outside. “Get out” I roll my eyes a bit. “I need to back up and I don’t want to hear anymore of your whining” It should have pissed me off but it didn’t. Beth was like that. I opened the door and as soon as the door slammed shut she was backing up at a fast pace.
“What the fuck Beth?!” They did ditch me. Not in a ditch dead but ditched me non the less. I will probably be dead before the sun hides away. I gave up looking at the direction they went hoping they would show up. I turn around and walk toward the lights. As I came up you could see torches around the set of multiple pillows and blankets. A middle platter with drinks and what I am guessing is covered up food. “I have totally pissed them off when Beth took her time to do all of this” I lift my hands up in frustration. I have let Kayce’s absence get to me. Usually I didn’t need his attention but lately it was all I was craving. Not sexually but emotionally. I haven’t been attached to someone as I have gotten with him. It's not like I needed him every second of the day but lately since I feel like we have spent less and less time together, I have missed him so much.
“She only did part of this” I looked up frightened at the voice until I saw it was Kayce popping up out of nowhere. It was an open field. It was a field of some sort of grain but it was short so it didn’t even reach my knees.
“What are you doing here?” in the distance you could see a faint building but nothing after that. When did he get here?
“I heard you have been pissy all day?” I see a slight grin on his face as he walks around the pillow and blankets.
“I have not” I roll my eyes not wanting to look at him right now. How dare he show up right now? If he did all of this, what was it for? For the amount of time he has been neglecting me?
“Hey, come back to me” He uses one hand to grab my chin so I have no choice but to look at him, which I didn’t mind. The other wraps around my waist to pull me closer. I guess I was so engulfed in my mind that I didn’t notice the faint music playing until he started swaying. “I need you to stay with me until I finish the speech I have prepared” I furrowed my brow, curious about what he was doing.
“I can do that” I smile, moving my hand up to grab a hold of each side of his face to pull him closer.
“I need to get throught the speech before any of this goes on” I close my eyes, feeling his nose rub against mine before he pulls apart. He puts some space between us holding onto both my hands. “I am not for speeches so don’t give me hell for it” I smile faintly nervous about what is to come. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Years ago I was so stupid to let you go. I was scared and when I heard about your dreams and goal I knew I couldn’t get inbetween that. Well also back then I didn’t think I deserve someone like you so I held myself back from trying. But the past is the past and now that I have you I will never be that stupid again. I still think I don’t deserve someone like you. So smart and witty. Beautiful and kind to even the ones who don’t deserve it. You accepted me with my whole crazy family but most importantly Tate. He loves you and he was actually the one who pushed me to do this, not that I didn’t want to do it but was procrastinating at the right time.” I wanted to laugh and hug him but his movement stopped me. I always see these in movies. How the guy gets on one knee then he has a hard time finding the ring but finally he extends his hands and opens the little black box and says, “Will you marry me?” I usualy would roll my eyes and smile because even if it was annoying it was their moment. Their piece of heaven and this one was mine.
“Yes” I nod my head wrapping my arms around him once I fall onto my knees. He was my piece of heaven.
#beth dutton#jamie dutton#john dutton#kayce dutton#kayce dutton smut#tate dutton#y/n l/n#yellowstone#reader#y/n#dutton#dutton ranch#dutton family#kayce#kay
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me adding Cherith Baldry's Kay books on my goodreads "arthurian lgbtq"
#IT IS MY INTERPRETATION OKAY??#kay#cherith baldry#exiled from camelot#the last knight of camelot#animated gif
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