#ryan and colby

[altered-corp]

Why the hell are there no Ryan and Colby fics on a03?

I'm only watching Yellowstone for Ian Bohen, but after seeing him basically joined at the hip with Colby, I immediately headcanonned them as being in a qpr.

You can't tell me otherwise.

I'm on season 4 and Ryan won't shut up about Colby possibly getting with some new girl that showed up. And I've seen clips from an edit that show Ryan getting close with some girl too.

And I don't care about that (I totally do), but why the hell does it seem like I'm the only one that ships it? Why is it even an option on a03, if there aren't any works.

Sigh, guess I'll have to live with my imagination.

[pileofboneswrites]

IN THE WIND.

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

PAIRING — fem!reader x lee dutton

WORD COUNT — 4.1k

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

MASTERLIST | YELLOWSTONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you promised,"

he nods, "i did,"

"but?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you're always walking away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he smiles at you, "that was fun,"

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

"thank you for making me come tonight,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no! golden ones are!"

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

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

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

"grandpa! you don't like marshmallows?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you force yourself to nod, "of course,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"sorry, were you sleeping?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your eyes water, again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"even rip?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you nod, "me too."

[supergirl000983]

Random Outta Pocket moments on the Ranch.

Y/N: *Falls off horse* Fuck…Ouch

Travis: You ok Darlin?

Beth: *Watching her sister walk funny up to the gate* What’s the matter with you?

Y/N: My Thong is Thonging a little too hard.

Travis: *Looking up at the sky questioning his wife choices* Dear God

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Y/N: *Falling on the couch between Travis and Beth* Damn what a week.

John: Sweetheart it’s 6:30 pm on a Monday

Y/N: *falling back into Travis* Jesus Christ Fuck me.

Travis: Not Jesus, but I can totally do that later tonight.

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Y/N: Your existence confuses me greatly.

Jimmy: How so?

Y/N: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of something bad happening to you is upsetting to me.

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John: Are yall sober?

Beth while holding up Y/N: We are moderately functional.

John: I'll take that as a no.

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Y/N: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Dutton way. Which is the wrong way, but faster.

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Kayce - Travis, what did I say about PDA?

Travis: *with Y/n on his lap and in the middle of a make-out session* I don't know what you're talking about brother.

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Colby: I'm a real asset.

Ryan: You're only off by two letters.

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Teeter: Between Ryan, Jimmy, Colby, and Walker - if you had to, who would you punch?

Y/N: No one - they're my friends! I wouldn't punch any of them.

Lloyd: Walker?

Y/N: Yeah, but I don't know why.

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Kayce: Where's Jamie?

Beth: Somewhere disappointing Dad

Y/N: Somewhere disappointing God

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Y/N: "Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Teeter!"

Teeter: "You can't expect me to look into your eyes and be straight."

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Travis: Why is your back all scratched up?

Y/n : *flashbacks to messing with a chicken Travis told her not to mess with

Y/n: I'm having an affair

Travis: What?

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Kayce: I thought Beth told you to stay in bed

Y/n: She did, but there's a scary monster in my closet, soooo here I am

Rip: was the monster scarier than Beth when She's mad?

Y/n:...

Y/n: I'm going back to bed

Travis: good girl

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Kayce : I think your mom mixed up our lunches. Look.

holds up a post-it note that says "I'm proud of you and I love you so much."]

Tate: Oh, that explains this.

holds up a post-it note that says

"Please be good. For the love of God, be good. "]

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John: If you three can manage not to kill each other while I'm gone-

Y/N: Oh please...

Beth: *Fake smiles*

Jamie: We're not children.

John: ...*walks away*

Y/N: ...

Jamie: ...

Beth: …

Y/N: Fucking Cunt-Cakes

Beth: Eat shit and die.

Jamie: Yes, fuck you.

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Walker: You know, Travis, real talk bro, you never say nothin' when you're around us. Why is that?

Travis: Cause I don't fucking like you guys.

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John: Don't pull any of those stunts like you did last time.

Y/N: I made an offering.

John: You dropped a dead mouse into Summer’s lap.

Y/N: Yes! Like a cat.

John: You are not a cat!

Y/N: No... tragically, I am a woman.

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Sheriff : Think you can answer questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Y/N: If you can ask them without the usual level of stupid.

Sheriff : Where's your Dad and why hasn't anyone been able to contact him?

Y/N: I dunno, l've been here, haven't seen him in days.

Sheriff : Is he drinking again?

Y/N: What do you mean again? He never had to stop.

Sheriff: But he did have to slow down, is he drinking like he used to?

Y/N: Alright, how bout this? Next time I see him, l'll give him the field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet, start with F & end with U.

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*Beth and Summer arguing*

Kayce: …

Monica: …

Rip: …

John: …

Y/N: l'ma instigate.

Travis: *pulling her back and putting his hand over her mouth* NO!

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Travis: *pissed off* Sometimes I can't stand you.

Y/N: *while walking away* Then kneel!And while you're down there, occupy your mouth.

Travis: I.....

Teeter: 000000....

Jimmy: I- I-... She has no fear. None. Absolutely no survival instinct, no self preservation. None!

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Travis: To apologize I’m getting you whatever flowers you want

Y/N: Fuck flowers buy me a horse.

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Kayce: Won't be gone long. Left everyone their own list of instructions while I ain't here.

Y/N: Mine just says "Y/N, no."

Rip: Apply it to everything

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Y/N: Why don't you ever take me outside in the middle of the night to look at the stars?

Travis: Cause I woke ya up at 4:30 once to hunt with me and ya said anything before 9am was costin' me my dick.

Y/N: Maybe I meant you'd get laid.

Travis: Ya had a knife, Y/N.

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Rip: What's wrong?

Travis: Food's hot. Can't eat it.

Y/N: I'm hot.

Travis:*looking exasperated* Don't.

Y/N: You still eat me.

Everyone at the table: *crickets chirping*

John: *beating his forehead on the table* Just-one-normal dinner. I just want one.

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Colby: The fuck's wrong with you?!

Teeter: *sipping her coffee* Wow, could you at least say good morning?

Colby: Good mornin. The fuck's wrong with you?!

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Lloyd: what's a word that's a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Jake: disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Jimmy: smad.

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Y/N: I’m a person that likes to think things through.

Jamie: Since when? I once saw you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire.

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Beth: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Rip: Sure!

Rip: Whats your favorite color?

Beth: *laser fucking focused* Triangle. Do you love me?

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Wattpad - This app and the account given will be used for longer stories. We will start a story and ask our supporters for advice for every chapter. We love to interact with our supporters, so having multiple books to help you all would be amazing.

We also will be posting one-shots there as well. We expect for you all to comment, like, repost, and follow us so we can continue.

If we do not get the likes, moments or following we need on Wattpad, I’m afraid we will shut it down.

2nd Tumblr account - This account will strictly be for the strong who can go through dark themes. We will block anyone who sends hate or says anything about not liking the style. This is why we have two accounts. That account will have absolutely no filter.

Follow, like, comment, and share the account so we can get our numbers up and get more active.

It is Kinktober, and we have a lot coming for the next half of this month. Stayed toned. I love you all!

~ S

[neapolitantoebeans]

I need to be sedated, holy fuck

[henry-the-queer-artist]

I think I live off of MEAN GAY COUPLES and nothing more.

[awigglycultist]

"we should go up to rival ghost hunters and just beat them up like that" can't wait for the Shane & Ryan Vs Sam & Colby Vs Garrett & Andrew brawl

[mikeywayarchive]

Instagram story by kristincolby

[Jun 14, 2022]

[boqvistsbabe]

[altered-corp]

I cannot express how starved for cowboy content I am

I blame Yellowstone. I blame myself for not caring enough about the show beyond Ryan, Colby, and Jimmy to actually watch it.

But holy fuck do I just want to see attractive men be cowboys. And I want to be there.

I can be a reluctant cook because I have nowhere else to go. And all the boys complain about my cooking (as they should, it sucks), but then I get better and they all love me. Then I fall in love with a cowboy.

Is that too much to ask?

[fingerprint-insurance]

the overlap between like minds and glee is that both groups adamantly hate their creator but love the media that was created (although they also hate that at the same time as well as loving it)

[supergirl000983]

Yellowstone How you Kiss

Rip

Kayce

Lee

Travis

John

Ryan

Colby

Jimmy

Walker

Jamie

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 19: Way Down We Go

* Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, abandonment issues, pregnancy, hospitals, Ryan and Stella lore

* Word count: 2,217ish

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

Author's note: I'm excited about this new player I'm adding in. I know exactly where it's going, and I wanna hear all about what y'all think! Don't be shy to tell me! I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

Stella sighed in relief as she stepped out of the examination room. Dr. Martinez had just told her that the hCG levels in her system had doubled in the last 48 hours. If her levels were anything to go by, her pregnancy was still viable and strong. She silently thanked every god she could think of, happy she could report good news back to Kayce. 

The thought of Kayce brought a smile to her face. Her heart warmed and her hand fell to her stomach. The little life they’d created appeared to already be as bullheaded as its father. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t want it any other way. By the time she went to get her panel done, his doctor had just arrived to check him over. Stella hoped that because the surgery was relatively simple and Kayce seemed to be healing well, that they could go home today. She was tired of being here.

She made her way back down to room 516. When she knocked on the door, she heard Kayce’s muffled, “come in.” She stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. When she turned to face the room, she saw Kayce was in the process of getting dressed.

Her eyes lit up with excitement like the night sky during a lightning storm. “Does this mean we’re allowed to get the fuck outta here?”

He grinned at her, big and bright, noticing she had his favorite t-shirt on. “You’re damn right, baby.” He finished closing the last button on his shirt. “Speaking of little outlaws,” he glanced at her, taking in her buzzing excitement. “What’d the doctor say?”

Stella bit her lip, trying to hold in the grin breaking across her face. She stepped over to him, placing her hands on his chest while carefully avoiding his injured shoulder. His arms instinctively wound around her waist. “Well, the chances of this Dutton being just as stubborn as you are high.”

His hold on her tightened. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

She nodded and let out a little huff of a laugh, as Kayce drew her into his embrace. “My levels almost doubled like they’re supposed to, and my symptoms haven’t been terrible.” She stepped back to gaze up at him. “I still have to watch for symptoms until my appointment, but Dr. Martinez thinks we’re safe.”

“God, I love you,” he breathed as he planted a world spinning kiss on her lips.

Stella’s eyes fluttered closed and she let herself be consumed by the moment. They pulled away from the kiss, foreheads touching. It felt odd to be celebrating after nearly dying two days ago — especially with John still in a coma. But this was one wave Stella could roll with. “Let’s get the hell outta here, yeah,” she whispered.

“Let’s go home.”

Once Kayce was settled at home, Stella parted ways to go hang out with Ryan. Kayce wanted some time to be with Tate, and she wanted some time with her brother. She wanted to give him the good news from her second test just as she’d promised.

As Stella made her way down the hill, she spotted her brother by the barn entrance talking to a woman. Alone. Odd considering everyone should be finishing up the evening chores. Her brows knitted together as she tried to figure out who this woman was. Her hands slipped into her back pockets as she made it to the bottom of the hill. Ryan’s head snapped in Stella’s direction, his eyes wide, almost wild.

Ryan nodded at her, a silent order to go back up the hill. Stella didn’t feel like listening and she pushed forward. Ryan’s shoulders fell and his jaw clenched. The brunette woman turned and Stella felt like she was sucker punched. The woman in front of her was an older carbon copy of herself with her brother’s eyes.

Stella locked in on her brother. “What’s going on? Who’s this?”

Ryan’s stomach dropped. “Stella,” he paused, choking on words he never thought he’d have to say. “This is our mother, Bonnie Jo.”

Stella scowled immediately. “Who?” Her eyes flared at her brother with an unfiltered rage. “I’m looking at my mother right now, and it ain’t her.” Her fiery gaze fell upon the woman that abandoned her and her brother 25 years ago. Everything Ryan told her about Bonnie Jo when she was little came rushing back to her at full speed. The drinking, drugs, in and out of prison, leaving one night and never returning. Stella’s mind spiraled.

“Stella, baby, it’s me. Your mama. I've been doin’ good, stayin’ outta trouble. I wanted to find you kids and see the lives you’d made for yourselves. I promise.” Bonnie Jo’s Tennessee twang lilted at her.

Stella shook her head with disgust. “You after money? We ain’t got it.” Her hands flailed around and her accent got thicker the angrier she became. “You lookin’ for a place to stay cause you’re in trouble? We ain’t got one.” Stella’s breaths came in heavy huffs as she fought with herself to keep from jumping the woman right there.

Bonnie Jo’s voice was filled with disappointment. “Baby I just wanna be with my kids again.”

“Ha!” Stella laughed harshly. “Tell that to the 25 years where you couldn’t give a single shit less about us when you left. Didn’t bother to find us after dad died. You can fuck right off.” Stella pointed toward the front of the property. “The way you saw yourself in, is the way you can see yourself out.”

“Stella, you can’t speak to me like that!” Bonnie Jo sputtered in frustration. “Ryan, you wouldn’t let her speak to your mama that way, would you?” She hoped she could plea to her son, since he remembered more of her.

“Bold of you to assume any of you have a say in how I talk. I’ll speak to you however I see fit.”

“Bonnie Jo, you should leave.” Ryan’s voice dropped to a dangerous low. He stepped up right behind Stella. She was putting her foot down, and he’d be damned if he undermined her. He knew Stella was doing it for a reason. He used to dream about this day. But not anymore. Not after all these years. That hope died the day they left Tennessee.

Rip heard Stella’s raised voice as he passed the bunkhouse. He peeked inside, finding the wranglers looking uneasy. That was enough to make him round the corner and investigate. He spotted a woman that looked like Stella, standing in front of Stella and Ryan. Uncertainty settled in his stomach. “What’s the problem here?”

“She was just leaving, weren’t you?” Stella spat venomously. She glanced at the small, junky Geo Metro, most certainly belonging to Bonnie Jo.

“Who’s this? Who the fuck are you?” He could easily see that both the siblings were bothered.

Bonnie Jo glared at Rip. “I’m their mama. I got to doin’ better and came to see ‘em.”

Lloyd stepped out of the evening shadows, his arms crossed, settling beside Rip. Bonnie Jo’s eyes widened, her world suddenly feeling a lot smaller. “You got a lotta nerve comin’ round here, lookin’ for kids that you didn’t give a shit about and we raised, lady.” Lloyd chuckled cruelly, a sound Stella had never heard him utter.

“You got a lotta balls telling me I don’t deserve to see my kids.”

Stella stepped forward, ready to pounce. Ryan reached out to grip the back of her shirt. “Well you saw us, now you can fuckin’ leave and stay the hell away.” Stella snapped.

“I see where she picked up the foul mouth from.” Bonnie Jo sneered at Stella.

Opening the car door, she turned back to her children, voice shifting to something almost saccharine. “Y’all wanna act like y’all don’t know me? That’s fine. I’ll be around.” She lingered, letting the moment stretch. “I’m stayin’ at a little rental place, just before Helena, with some people who understand how life ain’t always fair. I just want to be with my babies again.” Bonnie Jo let her gaze drag over them, memorizing. Without another word, she climbed inside and drove off, gravel kicking up from her tires peeling out.

Rip turned slowly, staring at the siblings. His expression teetered between shock and something far deadlier. They knew they had to explain themselves quickly.

Stella held her hands up in defense. “Hey listen, her showing up after 25 years wasn’t on my bingo card.” She spun to look at Ryan. “I don’t even know how she found us.”

Ryan shrugged, gnawing at his bottom lip. He’d made damn sure they were ghosts when they left Tennessee. Bonnie Jo had been in prison at the time. She shouldn’t have even known they were gone. “I don’t know. I left no trace of us between here and Tennessee.”

“So I’m guessing you're not planning a heart-to-heart?” Rip asked carefully.

“Once I learned about her, I never wanted to see her.”

“After I found out she was in prison again when our dad died, I knew I never wanted to either.” Ryan’s hands slipped into his pockets as he glanced at the ground. “That’s why I packed Stella up and got us the hell out — wasn’t about to leave a trail for her to follow.”

Stella’s body sagged forward. “We’ve gotta tell the wranglers.” Her eyes flickered between Rip and Ryan. “If she shows up again, which I’m sure she will like the cockroach she is, they need to know who she is so they can throw her ass out.” Without waiting for the men to agree, Stella marched to the bunkhouse. She crossed the threshold, taking in everyone’s nervous energy, and moved to the table in the kitchen.

They all stared at her with wide eyes, looking for direction. She blew out a breath, shoving the shame of her “mother” aside. The people in front of her knew her outside of Bonnie Jo. They wouldn’t judge — hell, they all came from colorful pasts. She shook her head. “I’m guessing y’all have questions, which I’ll be glad to answer.” She cleared her throat, feeling comfort when she heard Ryan, come up behind her. “But first, y’all need to know who that was.” Rip and Lloyd moved to stand by the sink.

“It was our mother, Bonnie Jo,” Ryan joined in walking up to the dining table. “If she shows up here again, you kick her out. By any means necessary.” He cringed at his words and corrected himself. “I mean don’t kill her, but get her off the property.”

Stella made a face at her brother. Of course she didn’t want the wranglers to kill Bonnie Jo, but her mind was divided. The anger she felt rolling through her was a very different kind of hurt. She’d only felt this way once before. It was when she first started asking about Bonnie Jo, and Ryan finally told her the truth.

“Are you guys okay?” Colby spoke up, breaking the silence.

Ryan observed the tension in Stella’s shoulders, and half shrugged. “I think so, but there’s some things to work through.”

“She dangerous? Or just a pain in the ass?” Jake asked with suspicion.

“I mean she’s been in and out of prison, had a drug problem, but I don’t think I’d consider that dangerous.” Stella couldn’t give them much information, but she at least wanted to help.

“No, she ain’t dangerous. Just... not all there.”

“How’re you so sure? How’d she find you?” Rip asked, arms crossed while his brain worked overtime.

“‘Cause people don’t go ghost for twenty-five years then pop up for no damn reason,” Walker added, solidifying everyone’s suspicion.

Stella looked at Ryan. “I mean, they have a point, Ry.” She fixed her glasses, turning to face him fully. “There’s no way that woman would have been able to bridge the gap between here and Tennessee without someone giving her a starting point.” Her eye flickered over to Rip, who nodded silently to her, letting her know she was on the same wave as he and Walker. “And turning up two days after all of us were attacked? Somethin’ about that don’t sit right with me.”

Ryan stared at his little sister, torn. The seven-year-old in him wanted to believe she’d changed. The fifteen-year-old wanted to believe she meant it this time. But the man he was at 32? He knew better. “Fuck.” He breathed out. He was lost. He needed Stella’s steady head.

Stella saw the storm of fear behind her brother’s eyes. There were very few times she’d seen him truly shaken. She allowed herself to relax. “Look, I’ll go diggin’ and figure out how the hell she found us.” Since she had the least amount of attachment to Bonnie Jo, it made the most sense to her that she would go looking. She turned her gaze to the wranglers. “If she shows up again, you find me, Lloyd, or Rip. Got it?”

The group silently agreed, heading out to go finish the chores they’d been interrupted from. Rip, Lloyd and the siblings remained in the kitchen. They all passed a look between each other. Suspicion and tension thickened the air, heavy like a storm ready to break. The pit in Stella’s stomach was getting heavier as the seconds ticked by.

Stella shifted on her feet. “I gotta go tell Kayce, too.” She glanced at Ryan. “We’ll get this figured out, I promise.”

[reidlover101]

Me patiently waiting for Kinktober to start

[pileofboneswrites]

YELLOWSTONE MASTERLIST

BACK

SERIES.

ONESHOTS.

in the wind ➵ lee dutton

MOODBOARDS.

wild flowers ➵ ryan

BLURBS//HEADCANONS.