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bellarkeselection · 10 months

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hello 🙃this is my first request ever and it's pretty weird but can u do a piece with rip x f! dutton reader when she's pregos with rips bby girl and she either have a little accident with a horse or in danger bc of one of the shows villains like beth and rip goes a little crazy like he how he did it in the car driving to Beth on those 2 guys were beating her.

Comfort from john and rip and fluff at the end also maybe a age gap 😁😁😁plz and thank u

Wheeler's as Tough as a Beer

The rain was hitting the glass windshield harder than I cared for. When I left the doctors office it was only lightly raining and you could hear some thunder in the distance. Gripping the steering wheel I gulped in nervousness feeling the car kind of fighting me when I drove through some puddles. Moving one hand to my phone laying In the cup holder I saw it was my husband calling me. “Hey honey, I’m on my way home now.”

“That’s great. Although the storm is picking up here. What did the doctor say about the baby?” Rip asked through the phone where I could hear the barn door shutting behind him meaning they were putting the horses up before it got worse than it already was.

Using my turn signal I stopped at a red light waiting for it to change to green. "She said everything was good. In about 3 months we should have our baby boy or girl." The ranch was only two different turns and one stop sign before I was back on the family home.

The light finally changed from red to green where I slowly hit the gas pedal. Turning my steering wheel I was making the turn but there was a car coming down from the way I was turning. But the car instead was on the wrong side of the road coming directly at me. “Oh my god, Rip!” I screamed before I attempted to move my car but the wheels hit a big puddle where I swerved and the other car still barreled straight into me.

My head hit the steering wheel harshly before it hit a wooden poll that was for the power lines. My phone got thrown and it shattered the screen. Blinking my eyes I lifted my head when the air bag went off. Looking at the mirror there was blood on my forehead and I gasped feeling sharp pain in my pregnant belly. It would be a few minutes before I blacked out on the wheel. Someone was shaking me lightly making me wake up a few hours after that where I could make out my husband’s voice. “Y/n, y/n! Come on, darling wake up. Don’t die on me.”

“Rip….ahhh!” I winced when I felt him gently picking me up by my knees and underneath my arms. I felt so,e blood running down my side meaning that the air bag or something must have cut me.

He slowly walked me to the ambulance while the medics checked me out. Rip pushed my hair back out of my face crying some tears which he never die really unless we were alone. So the bunkhouse guys knew who was the boss. “Sssh you’re alright now. You’re with me, Y/n.”

“Everything hurts, Rip. And I…I was on my way home and the storm….it got worse….where this car was on the wrong side of the road.” I began sobbing through heavy tears.

He wrapped his arms around my body after the medics had went off to read the tests that they had done. Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face in the crook of his neck crying. "Excuse me, Mr. Wheeler. But we need to get your wife to the hospital. The baby she is carrying is in distress." One of the medics came over to us explaining with concern.

Rip immediately got in the back of the ambulance with me laying down on the cot. I grasped his hand tightly in mine while we rushed there. The second that we got there I was rolled in with a wheelchair and a doctor bursts into the room. "We will have to do a C - section if we want to save the baby in you."

"Okay...I love you." I croaked up at Rip squeezing his hands before I was rushed into surgery. I'm not sure how long I was out for but I moaned blinking my eyes feeling the medicine they gave me wearing off. Lifting my head up from the pillow I saw Rip sleeping at my bedside. "Rip...Rip wake up."

He rubbed his eyes where I instantly saw tears in his brown eyes. "Oh my gosh, Y/n. Thank God I was so worried...I love you." He kissed the crown of my head tucking hair behind my ear.

"Rip, where's the baby. Is it okay?" I asked him when he brushed his fingers through my hair that was sticking to my forehead.

He sucked in a breath resting his forehead against mine when he spoke his next words. "The baby is in the nick-u. She came out a premi. But she's beautiful. The doctor said she'll have to be monitored for a while. But she's alive honey...she's here."

"I love you...and I'm glad she's okay." Wrapping my arms around his neck I began crying happy tears. Rip wrapping his arms around my waist holding me as close as we could get. Releaved that his family was alright.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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pretending-ican-write · 2 months

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Cowboy Up - Pt.2

A/n: I have the first 3 parts of this written and I haven't decided when I want them to get together/how long of a slow burn it's gonna be. These are all many years pre-season and I'm torn between them getting together then, shortly before the show or during the show. If you have any thoughts let me know!

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

WC: 996

Previous part - Next part

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Later that evening, y/n watched from her seat at the end of the bunkhouse table as the hands squabbled over whether Jake had managed to cheat his hand. Her arms crossed, she couldn’t help the smile on her face as she watched the scene in front of her unfold.

As they began the next round one of the hands caught her attention, “you playing Dutton? Figures you the one with the most money to lose.”

“Call me Dutton again and I’ll take more than just your fuckin’ money,” she threatened, “but if you want to lose your wages to a woman then its your funeral.”

Lloyd called to her, “Beer y/n?”

“She’s fuckin’ 20!” Ryan argued.

He rolled his eyes, “20 and been rodeoing 2 years. That counts for more than whatever some fool decided was legal.”

“Appreciate the defense but I don’t drink Lloyd. Seen it ruin just as many people on that damn circuit as drugs, if not more. Picked my vice and it ain’t that,” y/n explained, “now deal me in.”

As they began the round, Rip came through the door sending silence through the room. Y/n looked up from her cards to the foreman and the grim look on his face.

“Was hoping to give you some more advance warning than this but word got to your father you’re here,” Rip warned, “reckon you got about 10 minutes.”

She sighed, “you gonna ruin my evening Rip least you can do is play my cards for me. I’ll take this outside gentlemen. Apologies for any disturbance to your game I may cause.”

With a tip of her hat, y/n left the table and headed out of the bunkhouse. She could see her father coming down the track and settled on the steps of the trailer. Whilst she waited, she pulled a cigarette from her jacket and lit it, exhaling the smoke into the crisp air.

“Having one of you smoke’s bad enough,” John commented.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Yeah well you gotta have one vice on the circuit and this one kills me the least. Plus you can still ride straight whilst addicted to it.”

He leant against the barn, observing his daughter who was in front of him for the first time in two years. She let him sit in the silence as she finished her cigarette, watching as the smoke disappeared into the night air.

“Coulda told your father you were coming home,” he said eventually, breaking the thick silence.

She let out a bitter laugh, “I’m a wrangler. Rip deals with them. I’m not here for you, I’m here for me and I ain’t about to be no pawn in your fuckin’ game dad. I’m a wrangler. I’ll do what they do and I’ll do anything for this ranch but know it ain’t for you. It’s for me, it’s for Kayce and it’s for my nephew.”

“At least come back to the house,” John relented.

Y/n shook her head, “It’ll be a long time before we’re there Dad. Trailer is more than comfortable.”

Her dad nodded and turned on his heels, “just know that the door is always open for you.”

She watched him leave and leant against the trailer, watching the clouds roll over the sky. The noise from the bunk house radiated out towards her. The words reached her ears and she laughed at the empty threats that came with poker. Out of instinct, she reached for another cigarette and placed it in her mouth. With her lighter in hand she stared out at the vast expanse in front of her, hidden by the darkness the clouds brought. It was just as vast as when she left, and had just as many conditions.

The door to the bunkhouse opened, spilling the swearing out into the night. Ryan stepped out into the cold and trained his eyes on her. The look in her eyes as she took in everything she’d returned to and he pushed the feeling it brought to him deep in to the pit of his stomach.

“Mind if I join you?”

She broke her gaze from the mountains, “lose all your money?”

“Something like that,” he laughed and sat next to her on the steps.

A comfortable quiet settled over the pair with the noise from the bunkhouse curving around the bubble they were in. The clouds continued to move over the sky, obscuring the stars from view. Y/n weren’t much in the mood for starting conversations so she allowed the quiet to stay, letting her eyes close after a few minutes. Ryan let her, keeping one eye on her and the other on the sky.

“It’s good to see you back y/n,” he commented after a while.

She opened her eyes to look at him, “it’s good to be back Ryan.”

“You’re all grown up.”

Y/n let out a frustrated groan, “fuck I was grown when I left. Y’all just never saw it.”

Ryan laughed and pushed the feeling he could feel creeping up back down where he wanted it to stay.

“New hand got an eye for you,” he said, as non-chalantly as he could manage.

She felt something inside her at that, “the one that can’t rope? He’s cute.”

“Don’t start that shit,” Ryan growled.

Y/n threw her cigarette onto the ground, “you don’t get a say in what I do Ryan.”

“If he touches you I’ll take him to the train station myself,” he threatened.

She stood up, “I don’t need you defending me. Rest of this damn ranch treats me like a fuckin’ kid so don’t you start. Be a man or keep your god damn opinions about what I do with my life to yourself.”

With that, y/n stalked back into the bunkhouse and slammed the door behind her. Ryan watched her go before resting his head against the cold metal of the trailer. It was gonna be fucking hard to keep that feeling where it was meant to be.

#ryan yellowstone #ryan yellowstone x reader #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone #yellowstone tv #dutton!reader #dutton ranch #ian bohen

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poisonedsequin · 1 year

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#yellowstone season 5 #yellowstone #nature #horse #cowboy #dream #beth dutton #rip wheeler #beth x rip #yellowstonetv #yellowstone tv #poisonedsequin #fashion's equipoise #screenshot

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bullet-prooflove · 9 days

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The Closest Thing to 'I Love You': Travis Wheatley x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pear-1206 @keyweegirlie @nu1freakshow

Companion piece to Bronco

The first night you spend with Travis you expect him to fuck you, hard and fast, the same way you’ve been fucked by all the other men in your life but he doesn’t.

When he kisses you it’s with a softness you haven’t anticipated, when he touches you it’s with a tenderness you’ve never felt. He can see that in you, the lack of kindness you’ve experienced, the lack of love. The man before him didn’t know what to do with you, he’d married you for your wealth, your land, your connections and then he’d taken all of that. There’s a beauty in you that you don’t even realise, it comes from strength, from loyalty, from dedication. Traits is that he admires, that he covets.

You’ve never had a man look at you the way that Travis looks at you, like you’re something to be honoured, cherished. It makes you yearn for him, for his calloused palms on your body, his heated lips on your skin.

When he lays you down on the bed, he drapes himself over you, his muscular body anchoring you, grounding you. He kisses a trail down your throat, across your shoulders and then lower, his fingertips tracing over your clit through the fabric of your panties as he draws your nipple into his heated mouth. You arch against him and he knows that it won’t take long.

It's embarrassing just how easy it is to make you come, how the climax builds and builds from the slow, insistent stroke of his fingers over you. You’ve never been the focus of anyone’s attention, not like this and it heightens the sensation as his teeth graze your nipple, biting down gently. The dam, breaks and the release, fuck you’ve never felt anything like it.

“That’s one.” He murmurs, his heated gaze flickering up to meet yours as he draws your panties down your thighs. His breath ghosts over your clit and already you can feel that flush creeping up your cheeks as his thumb lightly caresses your slickness. “We’re going for three tonight.”

He kisses you the same way he kisses your mouth, gentle, teasing, filthy. His palms rest upon your thighs, spreading you wider before his tongue dips lower, delving deep. Your hips jump as you cry out his name, your fingers curling in his hair, gripping it as he fucks into you slowly.

God, you taste like sunbeams and fucking honey in his tongue, he can’t get enough of you. When you come this time it’s louder, harder than before and he almost comes right there with you because that sound, fuck he wants to spend the rest of his life hearing it.

It’s the first time you’ve come this way, he can tell from the way you look at him, like you’ve seen God, like you have no idea what the hell just happened.

“That’s two.” He whispers against your inner thigh before he kisses his way back up your body, until his mouth seals over yours, the tip of his cock brushing over your wetness. “Think you can give me another?”

“You’ve seen me ride cowboy.” You remind him, your fingertips ghosting over his grizzled cheek. “You think I’m the type to give up so easily?”

“No ma’am and neither am I.” He teases, his fingers entwining with yours. “Let’s try for three.”

He enters you then and you feel so fucking perfect wrapped around his cock, gripping him. He guides your thighs just a little higher up his hips, sinking deeper and you moan into his mouth because yea, that’s just the right spot. You move together, short unhurried thrusts because he doesn’t want to be away from you, not even for a second. He hopes you know that, that you see it in his eyes, feel it in your heart.

You’re breathing hitches and he can feel the rapture coming as you tighten around him, your fingertips digging into his shoulders. His mouth covers yours, drinking down your ecstasy as you climax all over his cock and that sensation, there’s never been anything like it. He spills his release deep, filling you with him, marking you.

“You are just the sweetest fucking thing.” He whispers against your lips as he looks into your eyes.

It’s the closest thing to ‘I love you’ he’s ever said.

“That’s three.” You murmur as his mouth covers yours and he begins to move all over again. “Oh I see we’re going for four.”

“Honey, I like to excel in my goals.” He smiles as your head tips back into the pillow.

It’s an hour later that you ask him the question, the two of you are tangled together in his sheets, foreheads pressed together. If you were anyone else, he could have sent you packing but you’re not, he wants you to stay as long as possible because he’s going back to Texas in a few days, he won’t see you again until next season.

“You’re courting me aren’t you?”

“In a round about way.” He tells you, the edges of his mouth twitching up into a smile. You’re a smart girl, he knew it wouldn’t take long for you to figure out his intentions. “You just divorced the meanest son of a bitch this side of Montana, I figured we’d start with a bit of fun, see where it takes us over the next few seasons and when you’re ready maybe we’ll try a little something more.”

Travis, he’s gifted with endurance, he knows he’s playing the long game with you. You need time to heal, to rediscover yourself, figure out what you want, with him, without him.

“I’m going to come back every season.” He tells you, his nose trailing over yours. “And if you want me, you’ll have me, that’s the promise I’m going to make you.”

“And the in-between?” You ask him as he tucks a stray strand of hair back behind your ear. “When you go back to Texas, when you start competing again?”

He knows what you’re asking, you’ve heard his reputation. He puts the ‘whore’ in horseman, Rip had once told him and he was right but that shit, it gets old. That’s why he hasn’t fucked for over a year. It scratches an itch but there’s nothing in it, no emotion, no intimacy. He’s felt more in the night he’s spent with you that he has in decades and that’s how he knows that he’s making the right choice.

“Darling after tonight.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “There won’t ever be another woman.”

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#travis wheatley #travis wheatley x reader #travis wheatley x you #yellowstone #yellowstone tv #taylor sheridan

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incorrectyellowstonequotes · 11 months

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Yellowstone (2018-) cr. Taylor Sheridan / Unknown / Kieran Culkin / Jenny Han / Brother, Sister, Rival, Friend Joshua Krisch / Where Things Come Back John Corey Whaley / Antigone Lewis Galantiere

#do you know how hard it was to find pictures of kayce and beth together???#those two need more scenes together #look! I'm not dead!#yellowstone #web weaving #poetry #Kayce Dutton #beth dutton #Jamie Dutton #yellowstone tv

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outlawwolfe · 5 months

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Save a horse…

#yellowstone #yellowstone tv #ryan #ian bohen #how many times have I watched this? yes #I just wanted to share for various reasons #save a horse ride a cowboy #one of the best mottos in life

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billyrussoapologist · 5 months

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They would either be besties or mortal enemies there’s no inbetween

#Hannibal #jamie dutton #yellowstone #frederick chilton #wes bentley #raul esparza #hannibal nbc #yellowstone tv

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annepsilvaauthor · 3 months

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Begin Again - Lee Dutton

Pairing: Lee Dutton x OC (Natalie WentWorth)

Summary: The life of renowned lawyer Natalie WentWorth was quiet in Boston, but everything changed when she received a call from a former Harvard colleague, Jamie Dutton. After reflecting a lot, Natalie agreed to solve some problems at the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch, but she did not imagine that her life would change completely when she arrived in Montana. One of the reasons for this change was Lee Dutton, the eldest son of John Dutton, cowboy and livestock agent, who would represent all the comfort she needed to have in the midst of the chaos of the Dutton family. Natalie could begin again at that ranch.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Fix the law after you break it

A few more kilometers and she would finally arrive in Yellowstone. Her Volvo XC40 exceeded the thousands of miles at a speed fast enough to make a journey of thirty-six hours of travel in less than thirty hours. Yes, she liked speed. It was one of the few things she allowed herself to "lose control". Her life experience and her profession had taught her to take care of her own control. If anyone would lose their mind, it would be the other side and not her.

She looked at the folder on the bank next to her. There was her name engraved on it: Miss Natalie WentWorth. She smiled proudly. She had not chosen the law, the law had chosen her. And her last civil hearing had proved it.

Natalie's thoughts were interrupted when she observed a movement a few kilometers ahead. There were men mounted on horses, armed, wearing bulletproof vests, on one side of the fence, and other men without any armament, but with unfriendly expression were on the other side of the fence. Natalie reduced her speed and a lawyer's sense of curiosity did not allow her to move forward, stopping on the shoulder.

Looking more closely, she realized that the men on the other side of the fence were indeed armed, some police officers and other civilians. She also noticed that there was a huge herd of cows on the side of the fence and she soon considered a problem. Natalie got out of the car and put her high heels on the dirt floor, something she wasn't used to.

"You should move on, ma'am. The thing here will soon be very bad." One of the cowboys warned her by jogging next to her.

"What's going on?" She asked ignoring his request.

"What happens every day here in Yellowstone: big dog fight." The cowboy waved his hat and trotted towards the discussion that was forming.

Natalie noted that the fence was free of barbed wire, so it would not be very difficult for cattle to go from one place to another. However, she doubted that the cowboys of that ranch had left the fence like that, just as it would be almost impossible for the cattle to take a different direction from what they took every day, unless someone attracted them with food. She got closer to the scene and noticed the remains of hay on the other side. Wow, a crime scene right on her first day in Montana.

"Madam, I'll ask you to leave, please." A serious and deep voice echoed behind her and she turned around. One of the men in the bulletproof vest was in front of her and at that distance she could read Livestock Agent on his chest. He carried a powerful rifle between his hands.

"As far as I know, the road is public." She responded without being able to see him right, because the strong light of the sun prevented her.

"This one is not. It belongs to the Reservation."

"Well, then they should take me out of here and not you...agent." Natalie replied pointing to the police and heard a low laugh coming from him. "Besides, I'm much more helpful here."

"I doubt that."

"OK, agent. I can tell what I know to the police officers of the Reservation and so they can win this fight." Natalie crossed the fence and walked a few steps on the pasture, but his voice came up again.

"I could get you out of there with little effort, ma'am!"

"Try it! Let's see what happens to you after that."

Natalie turned her back on the agent and approached the Indians of the Reservation, but seconds later a heated argument began. One of the Indians insulted one of the cowboys and he crossed the fence to attack him, but the Indian quickly knocked him out on the ground. The scene was transformed without Natalie being able to keep up. The police officers lifted their weapons, as well as the cowboys on the other side, but soon the agent came up with the rifle and threatened the Indian with his barrel on his head.

"Whatever happens next happens to you first." The agent threatened in a loud and deep voice.

"Son of a bitch." The Indian released the cowboy under his hands and faced the agent with danger in his eyes.

Tensions were stifled with the arrival of a helicopter on land. Natalie managed to read Yellowstone Dutton Ranch in the helicopter body and smiled playfully. What an unusual way to meet the boss. He got off the vehicle dressed as the good landowner he was, with simple clothes and a hat. The livestock agent went to meet him and exchanged some words that Natalie could not hear due to the distance and noise of the helicopter propellers.

The two men approached the fence and John exchanged glances with Natalie, surprised by her presence there, but he had more urgent matters to deal with than to know why a white woman dressed in a white satin blouse, navy blue pencil skirt and high heels was on the other side of the fence. She soon found out that she was on the wrong side of that fight, so she walked slowly towards the track, and she had difficulty walking due to her high heels sinking into the grass.

"This is a tribal issue, John. Livestock commission's got no authority here." One of the police officers informed John with caution.

"Those look like livestock to me." He pointed to the cattle on the other side of the fence and kept walking.

"The Chief's at Commencement, but I'm calling the shots."

"I'm impressed you said that with a straight face, Ben." John mocked with a smile and continued walking on the tribal ground until he approached a gentleman sitting on the hood of the truck that was among the cattle.

"If you know anything, it's better to say it now. Things won't be more friendly between us and them for much longer." The agent approached Natalie again and she remained looking at John's back, wishing to hear what he said, but it was too far away.

"If I say what I know, I lose the letter in the sleeve I have, don't you think?"

"Look, ma'am, I don't know where you come from, but here in Montana we solve the problems in two ways: either we follow the law, or we break it." The agent responded politely after a brief pause, as if he were thinking about what he should say. She liked it, he didn't want to push her away, he thought she was important enough to try to insist on the subject.

"I come from Boston...and from what I see now, you will need a good lawyer."

"I don't think we'll win this fight through laws, ma'am."

"You really won't go, so you'll need a lawyer: to fix the law after you break it. I have my card in the car, if you want."

The agent smiled openly, showing his white and big teeth. Very perfect for a cowboy and livestock agent, she thought. Either he spent all the money on dental appointments or...

"Lee Dutton." He supported the rifle in one hand and offered her the other. "Can I know your name, Madam from Boston?"

"Natalie WentWorth." She accepted his greeting and had her small hand engulfed by his big hand, tanned and full of calluses in a strong but gentle grip. "Don't worry, I'm on this side of the fence."

He just kept smiling and Natalie could watch him at that moment, since he covered the sunlight from her face. Lee was tall, although any man taller than one meter and seventy was taller than her, he wore a cream hat that covered most of his hair, and he wore a grown beard, blonde, and looked well cared for. And there was that smile that besides being beautiful, was cheerful. How could he be happy in that situation? She didn't know, but she was curious.

"Lee!" John Dutton's voice sounded authoritarian when he crossed the fence. "Clear everyone out."

"You know, there was barbed wire on this fence a week ago." Lee explained to his father.

"I know. Clear them out."

"Alright! Move on!"

While Lee gathered his men, Natalie hurried the step to accompany John Dutton, but her high heels did not help, so she removed them.

"Mr. Dutton! Mr... Dutton!" She called feeling her feet pincing due to the tall grass. After a few seconds, he stopped and waited for her to approach.

"It wasn't a good choice to wear these shoes today, ma'am." John mocked with a smile as he observed the high heels in Natalie's hands.

"I'm a newcomer to Montana, sir. I can get used to it." She put on her shoes and extended a hand to him. "My name is Natalie WentWorth. Your son Jamie told me that you were in need of help."

"All the help I need is in my house, ma'am. I don't need another lawyer." John seriously informed without accepting her hand.

"But I came here from Boston. Jamie told me that..."

"I don't know what Jamie wanted with you, miss, but it certainly has nothing to do with me or my ranch." He stared at her in a mixture of pity and anger. "If you want, we can take you back in the helicopter."

"I've been driving, sir."

"I'm sorry for what Jamie made you go through. I hope you have a good trip back." John put his sunglasses on his face and walked away from her with slow steps towards the helicopter.

Natalie was planted in the same place for so long that the police officers of the reserve had left, as well as the tribals and most of the cowboys. She couldn't believe that. After all the effort to get there, after thinking long before getting close to cowboys again, she was rejected. Natalie didn't know who else she was angry with, if it was Jamie, Mr. Dutton or herself.

"Miss WentWorth, is everything okay?" Lee appeared next to her and she had to control herself so as not to shrook another Dutton next to her.

"It'll be." She started walking again and heard his steps following her. She rolled her eyes and growled softly. "Go back to your work, Mr. Dutton. You're going to need a lot of work."

"What do you mean? Hey, wait!"

Natalie was already used to walking with high heels on the grass and was already approaching her car on the side of the side. However, to her misfortune, one Dutton was determined to leave her away while the other did not leave her alone.

"What did you mean?" He put himself between her and the driver's door.

"I need to go now, Mr. Dutton. Can I get in my own car?" She asked impatiently, but Lee remained in the same place.

"Only answer the question." Lee asked kindly, but Natalie was too angry to notice.

"I am not obliged by law to answer anything. And if you don't get out of the front of my fucking car now, I'll sue you for so many things that you'll never have a penny in your cowboy pants again." She threatened him fervently and Lee took a few seconds thinking to then clear the way. "Thank you, Agent."

"Aren't you going to give me your card?" He asked at the window when she got in the car.

"It will no longer be necessary."

Natalie started the gear and started the car, causing the tire to leave stains on the asphalt.

#Yellowstone #yellowstone tv #yellowstone fic #lee dutton #dave annable #adelaide kane #begin again #lee dutton x oc #lee dutton fic #john dutton #beth dutton #jamie dutton #kayce dutton #monica long #romance #drama #hot hot hot #smut

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stupidyellowstoneshitposts · 3 months

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The Bunkhouse be like:

Lloyd, setting down a card: Ace of Spades.

Teeter, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Jimmy, pulling out a Pokemon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Jamie, trembling: What game are we even playing?

#incorrect quotes #yellowstone #yellowstonetv #yellowstone jimmy #yellowstone lloyd #yellowstone teeter #yellowstone bunkhouse #yellowstone jamie #jamie dutton #yellowstone tv #yellowstone shitpost #shitpost #yellowstone meme #yellowstone incorrect quotes

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madhattervanessa · 8 months

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Kill You To Try (Chapter 2)

Summary: It's time to settle back into your life at the ranch - even more than you had in the past.

Warnings: Overbearing care, alcohol consumption, some minor injuries but no graphic details

Words: 2389

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“Hey.”

You clutch your reins tighter as Rip rides up next to you.

“You’re asleep in the saddle, Bones. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You still sleeping at the family lodge?”

You don’t dignify that with an answer. Instead, you take another swig from your water bottle.

You squint at one of the cows from underneath your brim, putting your horse in trot to get a closer look.

You hear Rip coming after you, following like a shadow. You lean backward towards your saddle to fish for your notebook, eyes still fixed on one of the cows, your nose scrunching as you try to see if that was a stumble or a limp.

You slip, mismanaging where your bag is. Your hand gives a protesting crunch as your palm skits over the leather and the burn of the material catching on your skin makes you hiss. Your horse whinnies, nervously bounding against you.

“Shit-”, you hiss, leaning forward and shushing your horse, losing sight of the cow you’d wanted to look up as you focus on staying in your saddle.. “-goddamnit.”

“That's exactly what I’m talking about,” Rip calls over, keeping his distance until your horse is back under control.

You curse under your breath again, hat low as you try to get your hands to stop shaking.

He bumps your elbow with a hand and pushes your notebook into your left hand. He doesn’t say anything else, blessedly.

You take a deep breath and lean forward to rub at Milton’s neck. He whinnies again and you get a look from Lee. You dismiss him with a nod before turning your eyes back toward the herd.

“What were you looking at?”

“Cows, dipshit.” You hiss, the past few sleepless nights at the lodge stirring your blood to rush through your veins.

“Well, what am I looking for, doll?”

Doll. It's been years since he last called you that. It doesn't sit right with you. It never did. Too delicate. Saccharine sweet.

It doesn't fit you, the you with grime and blood under your nails.

When you look at Rip again, the memories feel even more vivid.

It's like you can feel the dirt underneath your nails again, the tug of your muscle from shoveling the whole night.

He doesn't let up, stubbornly meeting your gaze. Your next exhale hisses through your nose.

"Front left limp. I think. Might have just been a stumble, though."

He hums and finally, the weight of his gaze lifts from you.

Your head is pounding insistently, the pain throbbing behind your eyes. You fall back to the back of the herd, hoping to find the limping cow there.

Your eyes wander again. First over the herd of cows, then the bright, lush green of the trees, the pale blue of the mountains behind them as if they were keeping a close watch.

The terrain feels like a close hug.

One Pennsylvania could never offer.

Well, most of it.

"Hiking is good for you, you should try it."

"Yeah, well it's good for wild girls like you, honey."

"Don't tell me you aren't a wild thing, Tess."

"Not wild enough for whatever you are doing out there, running around with those men with guns, bears, wolves, and whatever else roaming the woods. For all I know, you could be a murderer and I’d never know, all the corpses buried in the woods."

You had laughed then because admitting to the blood you had spilled in the Dutton name to a dying woman hadn't felt right. Even though it was the only thing you had ever kept from your godmother.

"Whenever you write that book... You better put me in the dedications."

"What are you thinking about?"

Your eyes drift over to Rip. You take another last look at the mountains in the distance before focusing back on your job, following Rip's lead.

"Thinking about how you should probably be babysitting the new farmhand."

"I don't care if that boy falls out of his saddle. You, however, I care about."

"The pills are working just fine. I'm guessing I should thank you for those."

"You don’t need to thank me you just need to take ‘em and get better."

You hum.

“So why are you sleeping there anyways, don’t you have that place down in the city?”

“I’m still trying to get that place sold. Nathan already sold all of the furniture.”

You squint against the rising sun from underneath your hat. The memory of your ex-fiancé is still bitter. The breakup still feels fresh despite the whole year that has gone by in the meantime.

“Maybe Beth could help?”

“I think she has bigger projects than selling a small apartment.” You sigh, following Rip’s lead blindly, your eyes still on the herd. “And it’s not like I have found a new place, yet.”

there’s a brief moment of silence between you and you’re about to look at him to check if he is actually still there, he speaks up again.

"You know, your father used to live on the property during busy seasons. Maybe you can ask Mr. Dutton about it."

You scoff at him and manage to look at him briefly but he seems serious about it, his eyebrow barely quirking.

"I would rather die."

"Don't be stubborn."

"I'm not. I just…", you trail off, realizing that you have no excuse or a plan that's any better.

All you know is that you can't live in another of the places where you have failed miserably at life.

Rip looks like he knows. He tips his hat and leaves you to mull over the thought by yourself.

"Hey, Jamie."

You smile as you knock against the doorframe of the generous living room. He turns from his laptop to look at you, still in suit and tie. He knits his eyebrows together at the sight of you and you bite at your cheek.

You'd really thought the restless sleep of the past weeks had done at least something for your appearance.

"Oh, uh, hi."

"D'you have a minute?"

"Yeah, sure. Have a seat."

You turn the couch and sit on the edge of the armchair opposite him. He squirms when he meets your eyes and it's so characteristically him that your smile is sincere this time.

"I hate to ask this, and I know it's not really your thing but I'm having trouble selling my old apartment. I heard about the deal my dad had with yours about living on the farm during a busy season. I was hoping maybe… if you guys would be able to sell my apartment and I could move into the old cabin?"

He scratches at his jaw, eyes flitting back and forth between you and the laptop on his lap as he considers.

"You know you'll have to talk about it with Dad."

"Yeah, I know. Needed to gauge your reaction first, though."

"The worth should cover the price increase. I’m thinking he’ll agree as long as you don’t catch him in an extraordinarily bad mood."

“Why would that be?”

He just blows a breath out and scratches the back of his head. You hold up a hand and shake your head at him.

"You know what, I actually don't even need or want to know. Is the old man in his office?"

"Yeah. He just got back."

You nod and slap your hands on your knees before to the office.

You let your knuckles rap against the door in a quick knock and listen for an answer.

The telltale sound of his receiver clacking down hisses through the door before you hear a low grunt of Come in!.

You peek through a thin crack as you open the door, double checking you are actually welcome to come in.

"Come on in, girl, I don't have all day."

Got one of the bad moods, then.

"Just making sure I'm not interrupting, Sir."

He sighs and leans onto his arm, his hand dragging over his face before he looks up at you.

"No, no, any distraction is welcome. What's going on?"

The door falls shut behind you with a quick flick of the wrist. You prop yourself up against the back of the chair in front of the Dutton patriarch's desk.

"I just wanted to start off by saying that I'm really grateful that you let me stay here for so long inside your home."

"You're practically family, kid. You know it's the least I could do for what your father has done for this family."

The reassurance makes you smile. You take a seat and drop your shoulders as you meet his eyes again.

"I actually wanted to talk about that- Rip mentioned the cabin my father was living in, on the property?"

John doesn't say anything, simply watching you with his chin in his hand.

"I'm having trouble finding something close enough to the farm for me to be able to continue working like I have been. And my old apartment still hasn't sold so maybe we can... I don't know, Jamie said the market worth is still good-" you fumble with your words now, your skin itching uncomfortably at John Dutton's unchanging expression.

"Are you trying to buy the cabin or live in it?"

You feel yourself falter for a moment before grinding your teeth.

"I'd never try to wrangle land off of you, sir."

He grunts, rubbing his hand over his chin as he regards you thoughtfully.

"It wouldn't be too different from the deal I cut with your father."

You wring your hands underneath the table, sitting very still as you watch the cogs in John Dutton's head turn. He nods to himself, pursing his lips as he lets his hand fall to the table.

"We'll rent the apartment out. Just in case."

In case of what? you want to ask but you know better than to ask. It wasn't a question. It wouldn't be any of your concerns any longer anyways.

"You can move in tomorrow. Take the day off and let someone help you."

"Thank you, Sir."

"I'll have Jamie draw up some papers you can sign tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

He just nods.

"Have you eaten?"

You furrow your brows, eyes snapping up to his. He sighs.

"Gator is still here. Get some food before you move over to the cabin."

"You need help moving your things?"

"Not enough left for that. But thanks, Gator."

"You and I both know that wasn't an actual question. How about this, then, I'll help you clean up the cabin, carry a few boxes for you. Wouldn't want our vet out of order for tomorrow."

After returning from your impromptu move, it's already late and the sun is setting, tinting everything into a soft, golden hue, the red glare of the sun almost biting.

You'd joined the guys at the bunkhouse hours ago, "celebrating you moving in with the family" as Lloyd had said before Ted and Rip had dragged you inside to play poker.

Three beers later, you are already 50 dollars poorer but your cheeks are warm and hurt from smiling.

"You guys are so full of shit- How are there so many aces?"

That gets you another round of raucous laughter.

"You have got to learn how to cheat better, Bones!"

"Ain't no thing such as cheating in medicine! You guys won't make a dishonest woman of me", you disagree vehemently, pushing Ted next to you when he tries to sneak a look into your cards again.

He gives a short woah as the stool underneath him wobbles dangerously- and then crashes, putting Ted onto the floor with a holler from everyone around.

"Jesus, Bones!" Lloyd laughs, already hauling Ted back up - you grab his other arm and haul him up, flustered beyond belief.

"You okay Ted?"

"Yeah I'm good, 'side my chipped pride-"

"Only thing that got chipped is your ass, Ted! Now get yourself another chair", Rip immediately interjects- it gets Ted to his feet and from complaining much faster than your gentle words of care and checking to see if he is alright. As he walks off, however, you know, you won't be spared from another comment.

"I think I at least get some of those snacks you got from the city for that, Bones!", Ted calls out as he turns towards the bunks.

You groan, waving off the slew of agreements.

"Bring some of that expensive whiskey, too, while you're at it!"

You lift a middle finger as you stand in the door and grin before you slam it shut to keep the warmth inside.

You hurry, jogging through the cool night air towards the house of the Dutton's where your last few things still remain until you can ride up to the cabin and get them there.

You smile at the thought of getting some peace and alone time in the cabin, all the projects you are already set on, cleaning and repairing- it will be good for you, you think.

Your therapist would probably agree.

If you would actually call her back.

It's been months.

You bump into something solid and almost shriek but Gator's arms keep you still and you bite your lip as you look at him.

"Oh- hi-"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine, I- what are you doing? You're usually gone by this time."

"Wanted to make you a few things to keep in the fridge now that you're out of the house."

Oh.

Oh...

"Uh, thanks, Gator-"

"Gabriel."

You tilt your head at him.

"It's Gabriel, actually. Figured you should at least know my first name."

"What would I need that for?"

He just smirks before turning back to the Tupperware in front of him.

"Just grab whatever you were here for. I'll drop these off in the cabin for you, later."

"You coming back with the goods or did you get lost, Bones?", you hear Rip calling through the window of the kitchen - you both jump, and you can't help the guilt that makes your cheeks flush as you turn towards the pantry that you had hid your snacks the previous few weeks.

Gabriel shares another cheeky look with you as you leave that makes your stomach do funny things.

But that might just be the alcohol.

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Awkward Conversation at 6am

John catches Kayce and the reader kissing in the kitchen in the early morning

Kicking open the front door of the I giggled stumbling over my own two feet a little tipsy from the bar tonight. Kayce followed behind me grabbing me by my hips pushing me against the front door to shut it. "I can't believe the bartender wouldn't give me my keys back. Like he thinks I was...drunkie off my ass." He chuckled pressing his lips down onto mine sluring his words.

"Maybe he was...jealous of your...sexy ass." Draping my arms around his neck leaning up on my toes smirking at him.

Kayce pressed his chest against mine with our hot breath mixing together. He wrapped his arms around my waist where I jumped up wrapping my arms around neck and my legs around his waist. “Hmm possibly. I am certain that you are…the most beautiful woman in the entire world.”

“We need another drink don’t you think?” I asked him leaning forward whispering into my ear before he stumbled into the kitchen with me hanging off in his arms giggling until he sat me down on the island in the middle of the room.

He rummaged around in the cabinet finding a bottle of Bourbon opening it and handing it to me. I took a long sip holding it out to him where he took one too sitting it down beside me. Kayce rested his hands on either side of me trapping me on the island crashing his lips onto mine hungrily. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him down on top of me until my back was on the table. "I want you so bad right now...Kayce John."

"Me too darling...shit I want to make love to you...right now...here." He whispered in my ear moving his hands underneath my shirt about to lift it over my head breaking the heated kiss.

Lifting my arms up he shrugs it over my head not noticing how close the bottle was before he knocked it off with his elbow right before we heard John's voice come into the kitchen. "It is six in the fucking morning. What the hell are you two doing out this late?"

"John!...uh Mr. Dutton." I gasped, blushing as red as a tomato gripping the front of Kayce's brown shirt in my fingers.

I couldn't believe that I was literally in front of him and my jeans sitting in the middle of the kitchen island. Kayce and I were only engaged for a few months. So it was even weirder considering we weren't married yet and his dad really liked me. But I don't think he intended on seeing me like this. "Do you two want to explain to me what exactly is going on here cause I was just coming to get some coffee and I heard this commotion."

"No dad...I'd rather we didn't have this conversation." Kayce shook his head blushing almost as red as me. He tugged me into his chest trying to cover my bra and chest since he didn't dare look down for my discarded shirt.

John passed us and went to the coffee maker that was by the fridge. There was awkward silence for a few minutes making us both more uncomfortable than we already were. "I'm heading to the front porch now. So you two need to go to bed cause I can tell ya two are drunk. Then when you two wake up hungover you're cleaning up the mess."

"Yea sir." I immediately responded.

"Yeah dad...sorry." Kayce mumbled under his breath.

John opened the door sending us a half sympathetic look before stepping out onto the porch with his coffee. "Oh and a piece of advice. If you two can't wait until the wedding I suggest going to a hotel. Cause I don't want to think that my son and daughter in law were trying to have sex on my kitchen counter."

"I'll never get this out of my head...I'm so embarrassed he saw that, Kayce." Covering my face with my hands I buried my head into my knees remaining in my spot.

Kayce began cleaning up the shatters of glass slumping his shoulders. "Be thankful he caught us before we went any further...cause I don't think he would want to hear us moaning the others name."

"Kayce, shut up!" Gripping my hair I pull his black cowboy hat over my face. "I hate you!"

He threw away the glass and wiped away the liquid as much as he could finally coming back over to me. He gently pulled my hands away from my face cradling my face in his hands. "You love me, honey and I love you too, Y/n." Burying my face against his chest he rested his head on top of mine.

"I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't love ya cowboy. Now can we go to sleep...please." I mumbled into his embrace before he picks me up bridal managing to stumble up the stairs and we laid down in his bed passing out.

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Cowboy Up - Pt.1 - Ryan x Dutton!reader

Um so I watched all of Yellowstone last week and as a result, my multi-year writer's block was broken by a need to see more of Ryan because I am obsessed with Ian Bohen. Idk how many parts this will have or how often it will get updated as I'm in the last few months of uni but I hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!Reader (Kayce's twin sister)

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Disclaimer: Beyond watching Yellowstone I have zero/little knowledge of Western riding and the ranching lifestyle but I do know horses so that has certainly influenced this! I'm also English so writing dialogue correctly for them is not my strong point! If you find any issues please let me know!

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The sun was just beginning to dip below the mountains and the cold was starting to set in when she joined him on the fence. Neither of them spoke for a while, just looking out at the vastness in front of them, all that was theirs but came with so many conditions.

Eventually she broke the silence, “so you told him? How’d he take that one?”

Wordlessly he opened his shirt where the ‘Y’ was just starting to scab over, still red and angry.

“Motherfucker,” she swore, “this ain’t fair Kayce. He doesn’t just get to do this.”

He shook his head, “dad does whatever he wants and there ain’t no consequences for him. That’s why I gotta do this.”

“Shit man. What’s Monica gonna do? Besides worrying about you getting your ass shot in the desert miles from civilisation?”

Kayce chuckled, “beats getting my ass shot in the middle of Montana miles from civilisation. She’ll be okay, her family will help and she’ll be a teacher. Just like she planned. It’s you I’m worried about here with dad and no one else to speak sense to. ‘Cept Lee”

“Well I’m leaving, dad be damned. I’m not gonna be a pawn in his power trip. Gonna go see this godforsaken country and win it all so that when I come back he can’t question whether it’s where I wanna be,” she declared.

Her brother rolled his eyes, “you ain’t talking about the same him now.”

“I don’t know what your talking about,” she denied, staring out at the darkened mountains.

Kayce shoved her shoulder, “you can’t bullshit to me y/n. That’s the one problem with being twins, ain’t no way to lie to me.”

“I’m just a kid to him, he ain’t ever gonna see me any other way if I stay here,” she admitted, “hell if I stay here no one will ever see me as anything more than his kid. ‘S why we both gotta do this Kayce.”

He nodded, “no way to stand in the sun in this state, always gonna be a shadow.”

“When I come back I’ll be able to stand in sunlight so bright I’ll have a fucking halo.”

-/-/-

2 years later…

Montana has its charms all year round, but fall has a particular appeal. The leaves had started to turn, there was a chill in the air that only seemed to get stronger and there was still a frost on the grass that the sun hadn’t hit.

With the sun keeping the cold from their bones, the Yellowstone ranch hands were occupying themselves keeping their roping skills fresh. Rip observed from the sidelines as the new hand struggled to keep up with Ryan who turned to lecture the kid about keeping his eye on the steer.

Lloyd rolled his eyes when he missed the horns again, “you gotta try harder than that if you wanna be a wrangler!”

“He keeps pulling the damn steer too early,” the hand argued back.

Ryan glared at him, “don’t fuckin’ blame me for your bad skills.”

Before they could descend into an all out brawl, the group were distracted by the sound and sight of truck coming down the road. They watched it pull up in front of the barn, trailer in tow. A rare silence occupied them as they watched a young woman step out, adjust her hat then stare out across the ranch in front of her.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Lloyd muttered, “she’s back. You fuckin’ know about this?”

Rip said nothing, but his face gave the answer. The other hands who recognised her muttered between themselves about what she was doing back after so long.

The new hand leaned over towards Ryan, “who the fuck is that and why does everybody care?”

“That is y/n Dutton,” he answered without taking his eyes off of her.

“I didn’t know John had another daughter,” he responded.

Ryan shook his head, “hell kid you gotta lot to learn about this place.”

“She’s fuckin’ hot mind,” the hand murmered.

The older hand spat out his words, “you keep words like that off your tongue if you want to keep it.”

Lee stepped out of the barn and stepped around the truck to greet her, “the prodigal daughter returns.”

“I don’t see Beth anywhere,” she laughed bitterly, “but it’s good to see you Lee.”

He hugged her, “I’m glad you’re back. Been a long time coming.”

“I came back for me, not for him remember that,” she turned towards the corral, “think I’ve given them enough of a show to explain it so they can pick their jaws up off the floor?”

He gestured for her to follow him towards where the ranch hands were all still quietly watching. She strode over to the group, smiling at Rip who nodded back at her.

“Where’s that mare of yours?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “a champion barrel horse would be wasted on this ranch. Sold her for more money than I’m ever gonna earn in the rest of my lifetime.”

“You ain’t rodeoing anymore?” Lloyd questioned.

“I did what I set out to do when I went on the circuit. Saw this godforsaken country and won it all. It’d get boring to win it over again,” she moved her gaze towards where Ryan was watching her, “ain’t no one gonna question where I wanna be now.”

Rip nodded, “afraid we ain’t got a horse to spare for you y/n.”

“I got that covered Rip. Got one coming up tomorrow from a ranch in Wyoming. Some fuckin’ old school boys who don’t know how to be nice to a horse they didn’t ruin,” she explained, “man’s wife broke it and now she’s dead ain’t no one gonna ride him gentle. Figured he might stand a chance with me.”

Lloyd chuckled, “always were a soft hand. Figured that’s how you won it all.”

“Guess that question that remains is, do you have a place for me? Not in the house but here,” she clarified.

Lee looked at Rip then back at his sister, “I reckon so. You gonna stay in the bunkhouse?”

“Oh fuck no,” y/n laughed, “I didn’t drag that thing all the way from Texas to sleep with these fuckheads. It’s looked after me in worse places. Think it’ll do just fine here.”

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poisonedsequin · 1 year

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The Way All Cowboys Take Their Coffee: Travis Wheatley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pear-1206 @keyweegirlie @nu1freakshow @trublu2u

Companion piece to Bronco & The Closest Thing To I Love You

It’s late when Travis wakes up the next morning, late by cowboy standards at least. The sun is just starting to rise, the orange light filtering through the slats of the blinds as his hand smooths over the empty sheets beside him. They’re still warm, you haven’t been gone long. He half expected it. He knows he’s the first man you’ve slept with since your marriage ended and last night…

Last night was intense and that isn’t including the conversation the two of you had about him courting you.

It takes him a minute to locate his jeans when he slips out from underneath the sheets. He has no idea where his ‘Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy’ t-shirt disappeared to, he can’t remember if he was wearing it when you made it to the bedroom or not.

He surprised to see you standing in the kitchen of the ranch he always rents when he’s in town. You’re wearing nothing but his missing t-shirt. He watches you for a moment, standing in front of French press, pouring java into two mugs. Your unruly hair falls across your features as you add two sugars and then the creamer to your own, leaving his black.

It’s the way all cowboys take their coffee.

He wants this. Mornings with you, nights with you, a life with you, whatever that may look like. He steps into the room, picking up his hat from the dining table where he left it before he places on top of your head.

“Now my mornings perfect.” He tells you, tipping your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “Any regrets?”

“Only that we have to get up so early.” You tell him, your fingertips tracing over the stubble on his cheek. “Otherwise I would have liked to have spend the whole morning in bed with you.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” He tells you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he backs you up against the counter. “Because I meant what I said last night, about coming back here every season, about being with you.”

“Travis.” You say quietly, your palms coming to rest upon his bare chest and he loves the way you say his name. “I’m not sure how much I can give you…”

“It doesn’t have to be anymore than this.” He tells you, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “You have your life, I have mine, sometimes we meet in the middle.”

You understand what he’s offering you, the chance to be with someone who cares about you, the space to work through your shit, to rebuilt your life the way you want it.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” You ask him as you look into his eyes. “That I’m what you want?”

He sees that doubt in you, that uncertainty and it breaks his fucking heart because you don’t know what it’s like to be loved, not really. You don’t understand that it doesn’t come with conditions, not if it’s true.

“Oh honey.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours as he kisses you for the first time that morning. “You are everything I could ever want and that ain’t gonna change anytime soon.”

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