Thank you for the rec <3!
APRIL FIC RECS
Hello! Below is a list of the fics I have read so far this month! Will do a part 2 for what I read after today. (Can someone tell me, if I update this post will it re-notify everyone tagged? I don't want to bother y'all) But you're all amazing and your fics truly make my days. If anyway is tagged and doesn't want to be / wants me to take your fics off this list, please let me know.
THIS BLOG AND THESE FICS ARE 18+, MINORS DNI. PLEASE READ THE TAGS AND WARNINGS BEFORE READING.
Pero Tovar
A Bakerâs Dozen** by @avastrasposts - Pero Tovar x reader
Tim Rockford
steep is the mountain by @sin-djarin - Tim Rockford x f!reader Â
Dave York
no one has to know what we do by @janaispunk - Dave York x f!reader
Stranger: Climax (part 4 of Strangers) by @wildemaven - Dave York x f!reader
Marcus Pike
The Secret Lake by @sirowsky - Marcus Pike x female readerÂ
Hummingbird Has Landed (Ch 9) by @wardenparker co written with @absurdthirst - Marcus Pike x female reader
Juicy Hot Dogs by @frenchiereading - Marcus Pike x f!reader
Frankie Morales
Adrift With You (ch 12) (ch 13) (ch 14) by @morallyinept - Frankie Morales x OFC Jude
Worth It For Once by @burntheedges - Frankie Morales x f!reader
Date Night by @artsy-girl-76 - Frankie Morales x f!reader
New Beginnings (Ch 1) by @endlessthxxghts - teacher!reader x student's dad!Frankie Morales
Lemon Twist (ch 2 of do me yourself) by @undercoverpena - Frankie Morales x f!reader
the devilâs backbone [alpha!frankie] masterlist by @ezrasbirdie - frankie morales x cataline benoit [ofc]
Javier Peña
Learning to Live (Part 31) by @wheresarizona - Javier Peña x f!reader
A stranger in need, a helping hand by @lovesbiggerthanpride - Javier Peña x f!reader
Should we make it official by @wardenparker co-written with @absurdthirst - Javier Peña x f!reader
closer to light  by @sp00kymulderr - Javier Peña x f!reader
Joel Miller
egg hunt by @covetyou Joel Miller x f!reader
Best I Ever Had by @endlessthxxghts - Jackson!Joel x afab!readerÂ
Passing Notes: NSFW by @burntheedges - Joel Miller x f!reader
make a move on me by @freelancearsonist - preoutbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
Din Djarin
Of Constellations & Creeds (masterlist) by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa - Din Djarin x F!reader
Quarry Masterilist (Ch 1) (ch 2) (ch 3) (ch 4) (Ch 5) by @ak-vintage - Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x f!reader
Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey
Cherry Wine | DDDNE by @julesonrecord - Jack âWhiskeyâ Daniels / wife!reader
Braces by @joels-darlin - Jack Daniels x f!reader
Dieter Bravo
fade into you by @chronically-ghosted - Dieter Bravo x f!reader
Benny Miller
Filled by @dameronscopilot - Benny Miller x f!reader
Duke Leto
duke leto - breeding by @hoedamn-eron -Â Leto x F!reader
Crossovers
SoCal to NorCal (masterlist) by @lotusbxtch - husband!Joel Miller x afab!Reader x boyfriend!Frankie Morales
Bloody Kisses (Part 1) by @perotovar - Shane Morrissey/Tim Rockford
Unrequited (Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3) by @pimosworld - Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Francisco Morales
Give You What You Want by @lavendertales - Javier Peña x f!reader x Horacio Carillo
Playdate (ch 7) (ch 8) (ch 9) by @daddy-dins-girl - Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York
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DEE!!!!!!
đ„”đ„”đ„”
Benny sending this to you after you two get into a fight
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3iQCjVLrK4/?igsh=MXY4OHNmbjljYnc0bw==
The mental image is too much, my brain bluescreened. Brb.
(His hair hanging in his face as he leans over you, all messy from dragging his hands through it in frustration byeeeeeeeee)
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did you hear season 2 of tulsa king is finally starting production? letâs hope for more mitch soon lol
YES! I hope we a little more Mitch (and Mitch LORE) this next season đ„ș
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How would Benny act if you heard a scary noise in your house?
He'd glance over at you in bed with wide eyes, holding up a finger to his mouth to be quiet. After slipping out of bed and grabbing his MMA gloves from the closet, he'd army crawl across the house.
(Then you'd hear a scream accompanied by a loud, indignant meow, so you'd run out into the living room to find Benny trying to pull your cat off of his face.)
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the boops are so cute can they stay forever
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reticent desire
â alhaitham x f!reader
summary â despite your best efforts, you never quite could catch the attention of the akademiyaâs aloof scribe. at least thatâs what you thought, until an expedition goes awry and you find yourself pressed up against him within the confines of a small, dark closet with little room left for the secrets that linger between you.
18+ ONLY
wc â 2.4k
content â Â fingering, dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral fixation, finger sucking
âI notice everything when it comes to you.â Alhaithamâs nose brushes against the back of your neck, and your legs nearly give out at the feeling of his soft lips ghosting over your skin as he sighs, âEven if I may not show it.â
âStop fidgeting.â
Alhaithamâs breath is hot against your skin as he murmurs the words, lips just barely brushing against the shell of your ear. Eyes falling shut, you inhale silently, palm pressed firmly against the door in front of you as you bite back a retort about counterintuitive circumstances and the like. His tone is laced with his usual dose of annoyance, though itâs also pitched with something else you canât quite put a finger on.
At least not while youâre crammed together in a small storage room inside of a run down old shack deep in the woods outside of Sumeru City. Hiding.
This was, for all intents and purposes, meant to be a run-of-the-mill expedition. A brief afternoon spent traipsing through one of the safer paths in the Avidya Forest to gather crystalflies. However, stumbling upon a rogue group of Eremites was not on the agenda.
Thereâs a sharp prick on the sensitive skin of your inner thighâfucking Sumerian bugsâand despite the sweltering weather that inspired it, youâve sorely begun to regret the dress that you slipped on earlier this morning before hurrying to meet Alhaitham outside the steps of the Akademiya. You canât help but let out a strangled gasp, unintentionally pressing back into Alhaitham as you rub a hand over the bite, but your pained noise is cut off by a hand clapping over your mouth just as the outer door to the hut swings open.
The stinging pain fades to a dull throb as boots scuff along the floorboards, though the relief only lasts for a moment before it begins to itch. Your fingers flex against your skin as you trap your hand between your thighs in frustration, like thatâll make it stop.Â
And then all remaining thoughts swiftly exit your brain at the feeling of Alhaithamâs free hand joining your own, fingers interlocking with yours as he grasps your thigh and holds your hand still.Â
âItâs like you want to get caught,â he mutters chastisingly, and you nearly shudder at the sudden sensation of a kiss of elemental energy skittering along your skin.Â
Alhaithamâs not a healer, not even close. But the bit of dendro power that heâs carefully channeling through his fingertips is just enough to take off the edge, the feeling akin to stepping outside into the soothing caress of a cool evening breeze. You canât help the way your head drops back against his shoulder, his hand sliding over your jaw and coming to rest against your neck as your lips fall open in a pitiful little exhale of relief.
The two of you stay like that long after the cabin goes silent, luck clearly on your side as the Eremites prove not to be thorough enough to check behind each and every door. Alhaithamâs chest rises and falls against your back, and youâre half certain youâve begun to hallucinate when you feel his thumb trail over your collarbone.Â
You canât deny your attraction to the silver-haired scribe, the feeling something thatâs lingered passively in your consciousness from the very day you first shook his hand in the Akademiyaâs library when one of the scholars introduced you to him.
But despite your somewhat embarrassing attempts to garner his attention in those daysâfrom dresses that hardly earned a second glance to comments that couldnât be construed as anything less than outwardly suggestiveâhe remained aloof and indifferent. Undoubtedly uninterested.
Itâs why you try not to put too much stock into his actions now, which are hardly worth overthinking given the lack of square footage to be found in your current circumstances.
âI donât believe this outfit was the best choice for an expedition,â he breaks the silence, the sound of the Eremites hooting and yelling growing further and further away by the second.Â
(You should reach for the door knob.)
You roll your eyes, though he canât see it from where heâs situated. âIâll be sure to find something more to your liking next time,â you retort, though you know heâs referring less to the way the fabric looks and more to the way youâd had to abandon most of your modesty during the initial chase with the Eremites, skirt billowing every which way as you dashed through the woods beside him.
(You should really reach for the door knob.)
He huffs, tongue clicking against his teeth. âI didnât say I donât like it.â
Warmth blooms in your chest, your mouth going dry. This time, itâs Alhaitham that shifts slightly behind youâand you canât blame him, given how long heâs been a stock-still, solid presence behind you. The model example of how not to get caught, really.
But itâs then that you finally feel it, something undeniably hard pressing against your backside. Your insides go molten, the heat curling in your abdomen coiling into something tangible and insistent, something that has you arching back into him on instinct before you can think better of it.
Alhaithamâs erection catches between the globes of your ass, the thin cotton of your dress leaving little to the imagination, and he groans. Itâs a rough, gravelly sound that rumbles in his chest, complemented by a heavy exhale that sends a shiver down your spine as it hits the back of your neck.Â
(And though youâve imagined that exact sound far more times than youâd ever admit, it pales in comparison to the real thing.)
He trails one hand along your bare shoulder, fingertips just barely grasping one of the thin straps lying there. âItâs been a while since youâve worn this.â
Itâs completely silent outside of the shack now, and the two of you could easily move this conversation to somewhere less confined.
Less dark.
Less intimate.
âIâm surprised you noticed,â you reply carefully.
âI notice everything when it comes to you.â Alhaithamâs nose brushes against the back of your neck, and your legs nearly give out at the feeling of his soft lips ghosting over your skin as he sighs, âEven if I may not show it.â
Your mind reels, racing to catch up with the liquified remains of your nerves.
A sound that borders on frustration leaves his lips as he hooks a fingertip under the strap of your dress, sliding the digit along the fabric until the knuckle rests against your shoulder blade.Â
âYour little scholar wouldnât like this situation very much, I donât think.â
You swear you feel him shudder with restraint, ever so slightly.
âThatâs long over,â you tell him softly, reaching one hand back and weaving your fingers into Alhaithamâs hair, barely sparing a second thought for the fellow scholar youâd spent a few nights occupied with months and months ago.
(In an attempt to get over him.)
He inhales sharply, one large hand now splayed across your abdomen. The strap of your dress falls from your shoulder, and his lips are a scorching brand of heat as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, his tongue pressing into your pulse point.Â
Thereâs noise again, likely coming from the well-trodden dirt path just outside the cabin, and both of you stiffen for a moment.
And then his hand dips a bit lower, fingertips grazing the sensitive heat between your thighs, and you have to bite back a whimper. Danger be damned, youâre helpless to resist the urge to grind back into the insistent, hard cock thatâs pressed firmly against your ass. Alhaitham growls, bunching up the skirt of your dress and cupping your sex through your panties.
Your very soaked panties, which audibly squelch under the pressure of his fingers.
âArchonsâŠâ he rasps, teeth grazing the hinge of your jaw before he begins to suck and nip at the sensitive patch of skin.
Alhaitham nudges your legs further apart with one booted foot, and your muscles tighten as you whine when he pushes one finger inside of you though the barrier of your underwear, the cotton material slick against your dripping walls. He sounds nearly reverent as he vocalizes how wet you are for him, and both of you moan in unison when he tugs your panties aside and finally sinks a bare digit into your tight cunt.
âSo fucking wet,â he exhales roughly, his hips twitching as he rocks into you.Â
You reach backward, palming at Alhaithamâs erection, and your mouth waters as your fingers feel out the sheer size of his thick, achingly hard cock. A hand grasps your chin, turning your head back as well, and a pair of lips comes crashing into yours in a hungry, frantic kiss.
Alhaitham moans into your mouth as you stroke him through his pants, swallowing down your own mewling noises as he slips a second finger into your pussy, wet, sticky arousal generously dripping down the inside of your thighs.Â
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve thought of this,â he breathes out, momentarily breaking the kiss, saliva trailing between your lips. âHow many times I imagined taking you right over my desk in one of those little dresses you love to wear.â
Youâre fighting a losing battle with the last dregs of your composure at the bare honesty of his words. He tugs down the other strap of your dress, groaning appreciatively when your breasts spill out, and he wastes no time as he begins to knead them, dragging a thumb over your sensitive, peaked nipples.
Your arousal is a living, breathing thingâa maelstrom of need.
âI wish you would have,â you sigh.Â
He crooks his fingers inside of you, stroking a spot that leaves you gasping and trembling, nearly careening over the edge. Meanwhile, you take it upon yourself to free his cock from the confines of his pants, swiping a finger over the precum beading at the tip before stroking his warm, bare shaft.Â
âItâs depraved,â he laughs darkly, pressing greedy kisses down your neck, âthe way Iâve dreamed of filling you.â
Your mouth falls open in a silent cry of pleasure; youâre borderline sobbing at this point. Youâre certain youâve never been so aroused in your entire life, every other intimate encounter youâve had reduced to nothing more than a hazy memory as Alhaitham continues to murmur between messy, hungry kissesâ
â...to know that when you walk through the halls of the Akademiya, catching the eyes of every fucking scholar, itâs my cum leaking from your cunt all the whileâŠâ
You may very well lose your mind if he doesnât fuck you right here, right now. And you whimper as much while he continues to fuck you with his fingers.
â...please.â
âYouâll have to be quiet,â he intones, hiking your dress up further as he grasps his thick cock between his fingers, your cunt greedily taking in the head as he notches it at your entrance.Â
He cups your jaw with his free hand, fingertips grazing your lips, and you swipe your tongue over one of the digits. Tentatively, he begins to slide the digit into your mouth, and an appreciative sound leaves him as you take him even deeper with a hushed moan, tongue wrapping around his finger.Â
Alhaitham slowly begins to slide his cock inside of you, your soaking wet walls easily giving way to the stretch of his shaft. He slips another finger into your mouth, breathing heavily as he bottoms out within the plush heat of your cunt, murmuring about how fucking good youâre taking him. How incredible you feel.Â
âSo perfect,â he rasps into your ear, steadily pulling his cock out of you before driving back in balls deep.Â
Drool slides down your chin, the wanton cries of pleasure bubbling up inside of you muffled by the sloppy, wet sounds of you eagerly sucking on his fingers as your body vibrates with pleasure.
With each stroke of his hips, Alhaithamâs thrusts grow more rough, more desperate. Youâre throbbing with desire, with need, with the unbearable urge to moan and scream for him until your throat is raw.Â
And he must know it, must want that as badly as you do, because he rasps, âI want to hear you next time.â Your walls flutter as he drags his cock out of you before slamming back into your needy hole, cock bullying its way through the tight grasp of your pussy as deep as it can go. His spit-slick fingers stay lodged in your mouth as he continues, âI want to know every sound that I can drag out of these pretty little lips of yours.â
Youâre helpless to hold back your answering moan as your thoughts stray to the promise of Alhaitham fucking you elsewhere, beyond the confines of this small, dark closet. He drags his fingers over your throbbing clit as his shaft massages your inner walls at a pace thatâs rapidly becoming frenzied.Â
He pulls your lips back into a kiss thatâs all ravenous tongues and teeth, and his tone is somewhere between a command and a plea as he groans, âLet me feel you come on my cock.â
With the circles heâs rubbing into your aching bundle of nerves and the continuous sink and drag of his shaft in your plush hole, you part your lips further and let him lick his way into your mouth as you comply. Cunt spasming, your entire body trembles and shakes as you gush on his cock, going lightheaded with the force of your orgasm while you whimper his name.
âFuck,â he gasps, his thrusts growing erratic until he plunges deep inside of you one last time, your kiss reduced to heaving breaths against one anotherâs lips as you feel hot ropes of cum spill into your cunt, filling you to the brim.
Youâd collapse to the floor, probably, if there were room to do so.Â
Alhaitham wraps his arms around you, holding you close for what could be minutes or hours, youâre not quite sure how to measure the passage of time with your mind reduced to a hazy fog of pleasure and bliss. When he eventually pulls his softened cock out of you, he groans quietly as he briefly slips a finger into your cum-filled cunt before quickly pulling up your panties.
You finally turn to face Alhaitham. He flattens down the skirt of your dress, one hand lingering against your hip bone as he presses his lips to yours once more.
âIâll clean you up when we get back,â he murmurs, a promise in the filthy, hungry, broad stroke of his tongue as he parts the seam of your lips.
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likes, comments, &/or reblogs are appreciated<3!
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i just want to write stories that read the same way that noah kahan's songs make me feel
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Thank you for the rec & for putting this lovely list together! â€ïž
Garrett Hedlund Character Masterlist WIP
In honor of March Madness, I created this master list of Garrett Hedlund character fanfics and may update it even after March. This may not be mobile/tablet-friendly.
Note: This may not have all of the stories posted on Tumblr and/or elsewhere since I am only one person and could only find as much as I can and unfortunately get distracted by Garrett along the way. Also, these do not belong to me. These stories belong to these lovely fanfic writers credited below and to the people behind the original source material. Do keep in mind that many of these fanfics are targeted for 18 years of age and older, so reader discretion is advised.
Tagged: @the-blind-assassin-12 (the person behind March Madness 2024)
Key:
â€ïžâđ„ = Smut(ty)/Explicit
đŹ = Fluff
â€ïžâđ©č = Angst
Updated as of March 12, 2024
Special Events
@/triplefrontier-anniversary (A fanfic and art event to celebrate Triple Frontier's 5th anniversary which is run by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime that goes from March 1st-March 14th. Take out the slash to go to their page)
Masterlists
Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Oneshot Masterlist by @marmie-noir [Content warning: violence, sex, and 18+ content] â€ïžâđ„
TriFRamblesâ Masterlist by @triframbles
Delta Landscaping Mainlist by @rhoorl â€ïžâđ„
Benny Miller Masterlist by @dameronscopilot [some đŹ, some â€ïžâđ„]
Benjamin "Benny" Miller Masterlist by @musings-of-a-rose [Some Fluff, Some Angst, Some Smut, some all of the above]
FishBen Rec List by @thirstworldproblemss [Some fluff, some angst, some smut, some all of the above]
more TBA
Individual Stories
Triple Frontier
"Every Kiss Begins With A Mistletoe" by @kittyofalltrades [Santi and Benny x Reader] â€ïžâđ„
"Not So Silent Night" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]â€ïžâđ„
"Office Party Love" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader] đŹ
Sleepy Benny by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] đŹ
"Iâm gonna keep you in love with me for a while" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] â€ïžâđ„
"An Unexpected Discovery" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader]â€ïžâđ„
"Benny's Favorite Librarian" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]â€ïžâđ„
"Before I Go" by @cowboystokes (deactivated) [Benny x Black!Reader (Co-Parents)]
"Drunk Poetry" by @violentdelightsandviolentends [Benny x female reader - Content warning: cursing and alcohol mention] đŹ
"I see my shot" by @writefightandflightclub [Benny x female reader - Content warnings: alcohol, mildly steamy making-out, swearing, âunrequitedâ feelings and implied possible public sex acts (fade to black).] â€ïžâđ©čâ€ïžâđ„
"I've loved you three summers now, honey, I want them all." by @bullet-prooflove [Benny x Reader]
"Disinhibition" by @busycryin [Benny x Reader - Content warning: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex] đŹ
more TBA
Four Brothers
"Hopper saves a boyâs pieces, Joyce puts him back together" by @imeanwhynotbruv (Jack Mercer Stranger Things AU/crossover - TW: abuse)
"Number" by @jackmercerenthuiast (Jack Mercer x Reader - Content warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, suggestive language, and gang violence)
more TBA
Tron: Legacy
"Masks" by @ivorydragoness44 [Sam Flynn x Reader] â€ïžâđ©č
"iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours." by @solar-siren [Sam Flynn x Tron] đŹ
more TBA
Tulsa King
more TBA
More from other movies/shows/projects soon
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the rhett abbott drought officially ends in two months MY BODY IS READY
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Arguing with Benny and then you two fall into a silent treatment tell he send this message.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C34Mz3-sFtW/?igsh=MWh4Z2szYm14dGtiNQ==
The Benny vibes are off the charts. Accurate.
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He must be stopped!!!! đđđ
he is a MENACE. the absolute definition of a menace, in every regard.
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hihi hello i hope you're doing well<3!!!!
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She whispered aggressively through her teeth. âOkay, now's not the time to be cute. What the fuck did you do and how much bullshit do your wife and I have to dig through to get you out?â
Dying a little visualizing this.
Walker trying and failing to shoot his shot, we love to see it đ.
âOr maybe you brought Stella here.â
HOOOooooooooo girl.
Steady Heart
Chapter 7: Lucky Seven
* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels
* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)
* Warnings: brief mention of murder, language, I think this chapter is pretty tame?
* Word count: 5,496ish
I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being a sounding board for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. Seriously couldn't have gotten this far.
Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! Also oof this one is longer than normal đ. If you stick around until the end, kudos to you and thank you!
Stella frowned when she heard her phone ring from across the room. She just finished getting ready in her bathroom to head to the ranch for the day. It was 5:30 in the morning. âSomeone better be dying, or in jail.â Running to grab it before the last ring, she saw it was Monica.
âHey Monica, whatâs wrong?â Stella quickly questioned. It wasnât usual for her to call her this early. She normally didnât call her to begin with. Typically it was a text that came through.
The tinny, muffled sound came through the speaker. âStella? Kayce was arrested.â
âWhat, why?!â
âI donât know, but I need your help to get him out.â
âOkay Iâm on my way. Are you home?â
âYes. And thank you.â
Stella hung up the phone and shot a text to her brother. Iâm gonna be late this mornin. Monica needs my help with something. Hurrying, she grabbed her keys and back pack, and ran out the door.
Monica stood with Tate outside of their house when Stella arrived. Once she got her son in the backseat of Stellaâs SUV, she jumped in the car herself. Stella looked at her questioningly.
Monica explained. âWeâve gotta go to Chief Rainwater.â
âMonica, Iâm gonna be real with you here for a second.â She side eyed Tate in the backseat and nodded to Monica to meet her outside of the car.
Monica faced her son. âHey Tate? Me and Aunt Stell are gonna go talk outside really quick. Stay here.â Both of the women hopped out and stood at the front of the car and faced away from the little boy so he couldnât figure out what was going on.
âSo you were gonna be real with me?â
âYeah.â Stella sighed the word. âThe easiest solution to get him out of there as quickly as possible, is to go to his dad. Not me. â
âYeah I know, but I would rather not. Unless absolutely necessary.â
âWhich I get, but they have a lawyer on their roster. Iâm not that lawyer, Monica. I donât have that kind of firepower. Chief Rainwater only knows me as the off Rez girl that hangs out with you and Kayce. My argument isnât gonna change his mind. Especially since we have no idea what they picked him up for in the first place.â Stella shrugged. âKayce is probably already thinking of getting Jamie involved anyhow.â
âWe have to try, Stella. Rainwater has respect for you. Heâll at least listen.â
Stella made a face. That was news to her that he had respect for her. She wasnât exactly sure how much the Chief would actually listen. âIâll give it my best shot.â She looked directly at Monica. âYou take your car. If Iâm not having any luck, one of us is gonna have to go to his dad. Jamie will be able to get him out of there for sure if I canât.â
âHow will I know?â
âIâll come outside. Iâll stay just in case they try anything funny before Jamie would get there.â Monica went to work and switched Tate into her car. She gave Stella a thumbs up signaling she was ready to pull out.
They arrived at the Chiefâs office about 15 minutes later. Stella breathed deeply, trying to boost her confidence. She was good with people for the most part, but not everyone loved her. Monica said Rainwater respected her, but Stella wasnât sure how true that was. Being the troublemakerâs best friend didnât exactly keep her high on the list.
Stella jumped when Monica tapped on her window. She opened the door and registered Monicaâs serious face.
âAre you sure you can do this?â Monica questioned her.
Stella stepped out of the car, locking it behind her, and shook her head. âI have a little faith in myself, but I donât want to make a promise I canât keep.â Monica patted her on the back as she walked away, heading into the Chiefâs office.
When Stella stepped through the threshold, the few people milling about stopped to look at her. She smiled at the folks still looking at her puzzled. She took in all the regalia displayed around the office for a minute. She noticed the secretary, Rebecca, and made a beeline for her desk.
Rebecca noticed the movement and greeted Stella with a smile. âHi Stella, what can I help you with today?â
âYeah, hi. I heard Kayce Dutton had gotten picked up and I was wondering if I could place bail for him or something.â
âYeah, all of us know who you are Stella.â The woman behind the desk chuckled. âWhy are you acting like youâve never met me before?â
Stella sighed. âI guess Iâm just trying to keep it professional. I dunno, Rebecca.â She shrugged.
Rebecca continued. âAs for Kayce, I donât have much information about that. At least information that Iâm permitted to give you, anyhow.â
âYeah thatâs completely fine. I was just wondering if I could talk to Chief Rainwater for a moment?â
âHeâs actually in a meeting.â
Stella frowned at the rejection. She heard the door open to her left and saw the Chiefâs head of security, Mo, stick his head out. He was looking for the secretary to tell her something, but he never got the chance.
âOh hey Mo! Just the person I was looking for.â
He whispered to himself, âoh no,â and he stuck his head back inside the room. âStella Daniels is here, sir.â
âWait, Stellaâs here?â She heard Kayceâs surprise. She excused herself from Rebecca and made her way to Mo.
He snapped his arm across the door frame to stop her. âStella you canât come in here.â
âWell it just so happens that Iâm actually here to talk to you about the resident guest you have in there.â She pointed to the room. âWell, you and Mr. Rainwater.â
The muffled voices of the men in the room drifted out from behind the door. Thomasâs voice gave direction to his head security officer. âMo, let her in.â
Mo swung the door open with a sigh and stepped aside to let Stella by. These two always found a way to give them all a headache. Kayce smiled cutely at her from the chair and she gave him a stern look. She quickly switched to a saccharine smile when she directed her gaze at Rainwater. Her smile faltered when she saw Officer Waters posted beside Thomas, but she regained her composure and continued with the facade of confidence.
âMs. Daniels.â Thomas waved to the empty chair in front of his desk. âPlease have a seat.â Stella seated herself and crossed her legs at the knee. She waited for Thomas to continue. âSo Kayce is what brings you here today, is that correct?â
âWell, not just him.â She heard Kayce scoff because he didnât catch her meaning. âPrimarily though, yes. I was actually wondering if I could talk to him really quick.â She side eyed Kayce.
Thomas accepted the request. âBy all means.â No one made a motion to leave.
Stella chuckled and scratched her temple. âWhat I meant was, may I speak to him alone for like two minutes?â She did her best to put on an innocent doe eyed face.
Sheriff Waters began to object. âI donât think thatâs a good idea sir.â
Her attention whipped in his direction. When their eyes locked he looked like he wanted to escape. âWhat am I gonna do, Ben? Climb out the window with him and run?â Stella had a mischievous glint in her eye and a small grin in a challenge to his objection. Benâs mouth opened and closed for a moment. The look on her face made him sweat. âI just want to talk to him really quick. I promise. No funny business.â She made direct eye contact with Thomas.
Thomas looked at Mo and then back to Stella as he contemplated. These two were known for being troublemakers. Tricksters. By everyone. There was a time when Thomas wouldnât have put climbing out the window and running, past them. He still wouldnât, but he didnât think they were that stupid. Their energy now versus when they were younger, was very different. Something he couldnât quite put his finger on.
âFine. Two minutes.â Ben and Mo headed to the door with Thomas following not far behind. He stopped and pinned the pair with a stern gaze. âThe door stays cracked.â Both of them nodded and smiled.
Stella remained seated for an extra second after everyone left and intently watched the door. Once she felt that they were in the clear, she snapped to her feet and stalked over to Kayce. He braced himself against the chair as far as he could without tipping it. He thought she was going to land a solid crack to his jaw. She placed her hands on the arms of his chair effectively boxing him into his seat and huffed.
She whispered aggressively through her teeth. âOkay, now's not the time to be cute. What the fuck did you do and how much bullshit do your wife and I have to dig through to get you out?â
Kayce felt his eyes cross at Stellaâs close proximity. He blinked to refocus. âPeople were trying to hurt Danny Trudeauâs daughter. I helped her, and stopped them. Then Danny and I took care of the fall out.â He whispered back.
Stellaâs eyes widened as she whispered angrily at him again. âStopped them?! Like permanently?â He nodded back at her.
Stella stood straight, put her glasses on top of her head, and rubbed her forehead. She drug her hand down her face. âShit. We need Jamie.â The three men loudly re-entered the room. Stella placed her glasses back on her face.
âSo did you two have your talk?â Thomas asked.
âYessir.â They both answered in stereo.
Thomas looked between them. âSo what is it that you wanted to speak to me about?â He walked back around his desk and seated himself.
Stella sucked in her bottom lip and held it with her teeth. She wasnât exactly sure where to go from here. Especially when she knew the reason for him being held.
Thomas interrupted her train of thought. âI know what youâre going to ask, Stella, and the answer is no. We cannot release him into civilian custody.â
Kayce tried to defend Stella. âI mean, you know Iâm not going to run anywhere. Monica or Stella wouldnât let me do that. I donât even think I would.â
Thomas put his foot down. âThatâs a chance Iâm not willing to take. It happened here.â His gaze moved from Kayce and back to Stella as he put his finger on his desk. âHe canât leave tribal land.â
Stella sighed. âIs there any way I can convince you to give him over to me, at all?â
âNo Stella. We appreciate the effort, and Iâm sure he does as well, but unfortunately this isnât something you can fix.â Thomas let her down easy.
The best friends made direct eye contact. There was a subtle nod between them and Kayce looked at Thomas. âIâd like a lawyer.â
âGentlemen, that would be my cue.â Stella nodded as she left.
Making her way out to the front steps, she searched around to see where Monica was. The women saw each other and made their way to meet in the middle.
âWe need Jamie.â
Monica groaned. âDamn it!â
âI know, but itâs something I canât undo. I donât have the legal power. Whatever it was, it happened on tribal land. They donât want him to set foot off the Rez. I can take the hit for you, if you really want to avoid talking to John?â
âNo, I should be the one to go. Maybe call him so I donât have to explain as much?â Monica requested.
âYeah. Iâll do that. Iâll let them know youâre on your way. Iâll stay here out of sight, just in case.â Stella watched her walk off and hop in her car.
Stella cringed. This was definitely not the situation she thought she would be in this morning.
The phone rang four times before John answered with confusion. âStella? Whatâs wrong?â She only called him if it was an emergency. After the fiasco of the last few days, he didnât think she would try to contact him on purpose for a while. Unless they ran into each other on the ranch.
âItâs Kayce, sir. He was picked up by Rez police. Theyâre holding him down at the station. We need Jamie.â
âWhat do they have him for?â
âSomething that happened on the reservation. They wouldnât tell me. I just know this is something neither Monica nor myself have the power to fix. Sheâs on her way to you now with Tate.â
âIâm gonna make some calls.â John ended the call abruptly.
Both John and Jamie talked hurriedly on the phone with people to figure out Kayceâs situation.
âWell, they gotta transfer him somewhere, and if they haven't⊠If they haven't called you for the transfer, then it's gotta be federal, right?â John questioned. He remained silent while the person on the other end explained something to him. âOkay, well can you reach out to the BIA and FBI, see if they've had any transfer requests? Be vague, all right? Don't use Kayce's name. I don't want to⊠I don't want to open a door we can't close. Hold on a second.â
Jamie interrupted. âI checked with the federal court in Billings. No warrant was issued there, and nothing from the Park County Court either.â
âWalter, get back to me on this.â John ended the call and turned to Jamie fully. âWhat do you think they got him for?â
Jamie replied hopefully. âFingers crossed it's the Rez thing.â
âYeah. Take the chopper. Don't waste time in a car. JamieâŠ,â John paused. âDon't leave there without him, son.â
âI won't.â Jamie pulled out his cell phone again and called their pilot. âViggo, I'm gonna need the chopper.â Monica walked up just as Jamie was leaving.
John focused all his attention on her and his grandson. âHad breakfast?â
âNot hungry.â
âHow 'bout you, Tate?â He gave the boy a second to answer. He shrugged noncommittedly. âOr maybe just skip straight to dessert?â
Tateâs eyes lit up. âLike, what kind of desert?â
âWell, there's some cookies in there the size of pie plates.â
âBig cookie!â
âWell, they ain't small. Go ahead.â John ruffled Tateâs hair affectionately and gently guided him in the direction of the house as he ran by.
John waited until his grandson was completely out of ear shot. âWouldn't say what they picked him up for.â
âThey wouldn't tell me or Stella at the station either.â Monica shrugged.
âNo arraignment date?â
âMm-mm.â
âSounds to me like they'reâ,â John interrupted himself. ââThey're looking, that's all.â
Monica let out a humorless scoff. âDon't have to look far with Kayce.â
âWe'll get him out of this, don't you worry. You have my word.â He took a moment. âAnd after I do, you two need to think about what's best for your family.â
âI'm not sure what you mean.â She tilted her head.
âLiving day to day isn't living, Monica, it's surviving, with no regard for tomorrow.â
Tate came out and interrupted. âBoy, you weren't kidding.â
John thought quick on his feet to get Tate back inside. âYeah, well, you should've brought two. Let me see that one.â He grabbed for the cookie in the boyâs hands. âYeah, you're gonna have to go get another one, 'cause this one's mine.â
âHey!â Tate giggled and wandered back into the house.
John looked after his grandson and then focused back on his daughter-in-law. âTomorrow's the only thing a parent is supposed to live for.â
Stella heard the chopper coming before she saw it. She had parked a little ways off to the side. Once she saw it safely landed, Stella climbed out of her car. Racing around to the other side of the chopper caught Jamieâs attention.
Jamie stopped walking and waited for her. âKayce dragged you into this too, huh?â
Stella raised her eyebrows at the accusation. âI was actually the first person that called your dad. So if anybody drug anyone into anything, it was me.â She pointed to herself.
âThey wouldnât let you take him?â There was an air of self-importance in his voice and he smirked.
She shot back quickly. âOf course not, Jamie. Iâm not a lawyer.â She focused her gaze on him. âI was able to talk to him privately long enough for him to tell me what theyâre holding him for.â
âWhat did he tell you?â
âWell, he saved a girl from being abducted and may or may not have stopped the people from doing it again. Ever.â
âWhat?! Why didnât you tell my dad that?â
Stella quickly changed the subject. âSo do you want me to stay in case things get weird, or meet yâall back at the ranch?â
âWhat would you be able to do if you stayed?â He asked her incredulously. Something in her eyes changed. Jamie would have called them crazy eyes out loud, but he hadnât planned on being uppercut today.
Her voice came out soft, deceptively innocent. âDo you mean in the aspect of Kayce?â
âYes. What could you possibly do that would help me?â He was frustrated with not only her antics, but his brothers as well. His whole family.
âOh Jamie.â She pushed the front side of her glasses. âThat is a heavy hypothetical question with an even heavier hypothetical answer.â Stella gave him a look that asked if she was picking up what he was putting down.
Jamie shook his head. âNevermind. I shouldnât have even asked.â He knew that when it came to his little brother, Stella would burn the whole state of Montana down if it meant Kayce would be safe.
Stella smiled and her eyes became normal again. âIâm glad you see it my way, bud.â She patted his shoulder. âI plead the fifth.â She cleared her throat. âSo, do you want me to stay and wait, or not?â
He shook his head again. âNo you go home. Iâll have him out in less than 30 minutes.â
âOkay sounds good.â She watched Jamie walk away. When he was out of earshot she whispered to herself, âgood talk.â
She sent a text to Monica quickly before she hopped in her car. Jamieâs here. He said heâll have him out in 30 or less. Iâm on my way. You still at the ranch?
When Stella buckled her seatbelt her phone vibrated in the cup holder. Monica replied. Yep weâre still here. Thank you Stell. Smiling to herself, she put her car in drive to get a head start.
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Stella made it back to the ranch in record time. At the very least, she beat Kayce and Jamie home. She pulled up to the big house. John was out with Tate and Monica sat off to the side. Not wanting to interrupt the duo, she made her way to Monica. She seated herself across from her best friendâs wife and sighed.
âIâm really sorry I couldnât get him out.â
Monica shook her head gently. âYou showed up and tried. Thatâs what matters.â
âItâs the least I could do.â Stella shrugged. âI think Jamie will have him home soon.â
John watched the women talk amongst themselves while he excused himself from his grandson. He got some type of comfort knowing these two had Kayceâs back.
Monica gave John a look. âYou know you donât act like the man from the stories.â
âThat's the thing about being a grandfather.â John groaned as he sat down. âI get to do all the things I wished I'd done with my children.â He watched his grandson for a second and looked back to the women sitting with him. âThe things I regret, I get... I get to do different.â
âIt doesn't change the things you did, though.â
âNo, it doesn't.â John agreed. He looked at Stella sitting there silently. She looked everywhere but them. âThank you for trying to help her get him out.â
âOf course, sir.â Stella picked at the corner of her thumb nail.
Everyone heard the helicopter approach and started to stand. John yelled for Tate. âCome here grandson!â John walked forward to meet Jamie.
Stella rolled her eyes at the sight of Kayceâs older brother. There was just something about him that really irked her soul. She didnât hate him, she just wanted to punch him in the throat a few times. âYeah Iâd probably feel better after that.â Kayce always used to give her a hard time when they were younger, saying she had a crush on him. That honestly couldnât be further from the truth. The only thing she could do was deny it and keep moving. Kayce caught her attention as he walked to his wife and son, and best friend.
She smiled and waved at him. Monica and Stella gave at each other a look. Stella decided it was time for her to sneak off. This was a reunion she wasnât involved in.
Stella could see from the top of the hill that the wranglers were out in the pen working with some of the herd that needed doctoring. Ryan caught her eye as she made her way down the hill and nodded to her. She waved at him and leaned against the outside fence, content to just watch today. Something was going on with Jimmy, but Lloyd seemed to take him under his wing.
Kayce and his father also came down the hill not far behind Stella. Kayce looked out over the pen and watched the men work on the herd. He spotted Stella off to the side and smiled in her direction. He enjoyed seeing her happy here. His dad spoke to him, bringing him out of his reverie.
âSpent all morning pricing stallions. You can buy a damn house in town for what they cost now.â
âI just gave you a stallion.â Kayce stated.
âNo one can ride him, Kayce.â John objected. âHe's smart and mean. That's a bad combination in a horse.â
âStella said sheâs been doing just fine with him. He ain't got a mean bone in his body. Sheâd be the first to tell you. Sheâs just gotta finish him.â
âWell, that was Lee's job.â
âWhich I thought youâd given to her? Have you even talked to her about it, or have you just left her hanging?â Kayce got angrier the more excuses he heard from his dad. Stella was most likely giving him free labor at this point.
âI donât know if I want her to do it by herself. I don't have the time to finish him. Rip, he doesn't have the temperament.â John explained.
âI can pull him back down to my place and work on him with Stella then. Sheâs got the perfect temperament for it.â
âWhy don't you work on him here? You're a horse trainer, aren't you?â John asked. âAren't you? So train mine.â
âI won't work for you or steal Stellaâs job. Why donât you want her working the horses so bad? She does a damn good job.â Kayce defended her. âI know for a fact Lee wouldnât have even bothered working with her if she didnât have a knack for it.â
âI might need her to be in charge of the broodmares if we were to start a breeding program. Thatâs a full time job itself, let alone having to worry about breaking them. But you know what?â John waved his hand dismissively. âJust take the horse back. I don't want him.â
âThe horse is me saying I'm sorry.â Kayce said quietly.
âYou don't have anything to be sorry for!â
âI should've been there sooner.â Kayce paused looking at the ground. âI shouldn't have been there at all.â
âYou gotta stop looking backwards, son.â
âI'll fix the horse for you. Ain't no gift if you can't ride him, but I won't let you pay me.â Kayce agreed.
âYeah.â John scoffed. âThat's a good deal for everybody but you.â He walked off and left Kayce to ponder their conversation. Kayce wound his way to Stella. She could help him out with Tank.
She smiled at him. âHey, you,â she said gently budging his arm. âWelcome home, Vigilante.â
âHey.â Kayce scolded her and gave her a look. âYou got a minute?â
Stella made a face. âYeah, Iâm free as a bird right now. Whatâs up?â
âLetâs go get Tank.â He made a face back at her. âThatâs what you named him, right?â
âYes, actually.â She laughed, pleased that he remembered. âToday was supposed to be his off day. He might be pissed.â
âWell dad wants me to work on him with you.â
âOh? Does he think Iâm not doing it right?â Stella looked frowned.
âNo, I just think heâs worried about you not having Lee to bounce off of.â
âIâm guessing he decided against giving me the position, huh? Sending you to tell me was smart on his part though.â She huffed. âMakes it sting a little less.â
âI think heâs got something up his sleeve for you. Donât get bummed out yet.â Kayce patted her shoulder. âCâmon. Letâs go get that stallion.â
Stella watched Kayce while he trotted around the round pen with Tank. He looked pleased. That must have meant sheâd done something right. âNot good enough for John to keep you in the position though,â the nasty little voice in the back of her mind surfaced.
Footsteps crunched through gravel behind Stella. Looking over her shoulder she could see it was Monica and Tate. âHey yâall.â
âSo how is he?â Monica asked.
âThe horse, or Kayce?â
Monica snorted a laugh. âBoth, I guess.â
âWell, I thought Tank was doing just fine. Not so sure about how John feels though.â Stella tapped the fence. âKayce? He seems alright. Quieter than normal, but I think being here does that to him.â
Monica and Kayce smiled at each other. Monica questioned. âDidn't buck you off?â
Kayce trotted over to the women. âThere ain't nothing wrong with this horse. Stellaâs done just fine.â He smiled at his best friend. âI'm gonna wash him up and get out of here.â
Tate interrupted. âBut Grandpa said we can stay the night.â
Kayce looked like he was about to object, but Monica interrupted. âLook, he got no sleep last night.â Monica interrupted. âIf we go home, he wonders where his cousins are. I just need to recharge so I can have that conversation.â
John walked up. âTate, you're staying in the main house with me. You two take the trapper cabin. Give your minds a vacation for a night.â He pivoted on his heel. âTate! Tate, come on.â
Stella smiled at the couple. âYâall have fun and donât do anything I wouldnât!â She scurried off to the bunkhouse.
Walking in, everything got quiet. Stellaâs hand remained on the door, her eyes wide as she looked around. âShit donât everyone talk at once now.â There was a man here she wasnât familiar with. Her brother was here, so she didnât feel too threatened. âI know Iâm not supposed to be in here, but Iâm gonna make it quick. I promise.â
The man in the rounded cowboy asked. âWhoâs this?â He sauntered over to Stella in the kitchen.
She could practically hear her brother steaming from across the room. Ryan bored a hole into the back of the manâs head, challenging him. âThat is someone youâll be leaving alone, Walker.â
The man, Walker, tipped his hat at Stella with a charming smile. âWalker maâam. Who might you be?â
She barked out a laugh. âPfft, Iâm Stella. Ryanâs sister. Resident horse hand.â
âWell itâs mighty nice to see a pretty face around here.â
Stella stood there speechless. She couldnât do anything but stare at him. Stellaâs brows pulled together. Ryanâs shoulders dropped with a feeling of dread. He thought she was falling for his thick layer of charm.
She looked left and right, behind her and past Walker. âI donât know who you mean, but sure. I just work with the horses, my guy.â Everyone chuckled and she weaved her way around to her brother and Colby.
Walker asked from behind her, âdo you stay here?â
âNo, thank god. I mean sometimes, but I have my own house.â She let out a groan while she seated herself in Ryanâs bunk.
Colby cut in. âThat means youâre not invited.â
âOkay, okay I get it. Off limits.â Walker receded his advances.
Stella watched as all the men in the room hawked the new guy. She smirked, mostly to herself, knowing they would jump him if he batted an eyelash at her wrong. It wasnât necessary. Walkerâs gesture was appreciated and made her feel like she could still have the ability to get a man. If she went out on the town and didnât work her life away, that is. Walker smirked back at her. âOoo I smell that trouble from a mile away.â She smirked again at her thought.
Ryan decided to change the subject. âStell, what did you mean when you said youâre not supposed to be in here?â
Her lips folded together as she looked to the ground. âWell you see,â she cut herself off with the glare Ryan gave her. âSo Rip found out about me trying to fight Fred. Iâm banned for however long he decides since I broke the rules.â
Ryan sighed, but knew nothing could be done. Ripâs word was final usually. He zeroed in on the new guy. âYou play that guitar?â
âNo,â Walker scoffed. âI just like to drag this fŐœckinâ thing around.â He propped the guitar case up on his knee. âWhy, y'all want to hear one?â No one answered him. âYeah, I guess you do.â Strumming a few chords to check the tune, he asked everyone, âhappy or sad?â
Stella called out to him. âHappy.â
Walker gently pulled out his guitar and fiddle with the tuning for a minute. He cleared his throat and began to sing.
Monica leaned back against the cabinet and smiled at her husband. âI wonder how many poor farm girls you snuck into this cabin.â Kayce sat up straight to listen to her. âI can just see you now in your shagginâ shirt, wooing some lovestruck blonde.â She watched Kayce stand up. âOr maybe you brought Stella here.â
âWhat is a shagginâ shirt? And if you mean to escape the crazy that is my family and our wranglers? Have a place to sleep so the adults didnât know we took forever to come home? Yes. Never like how youâre meaning though.â
âYou know, it's your fanciest shirt, your get-the-girl shirt. The one you never work in.â Monica straightened herself. âAnd come on, you canât tell me that you and Stella never messed around with the idea.â
âI don't know if I own a shirt that I've never worked in.â He busied himself, not wanting to talk about his best friend and the things they may or may not have done as stupid young kids. âAnd no, I don't think we did.â
âI'm trying to remember what I was wearing when I met you.â She changed the subject.
Kayce smirked. âAll I remember was you weren't wearing it for long.â
âYou think it's selfish, keeping Tate from a life like this?â
Kayceâs jaw tightened. âThat sounds like my father.â
âIt is.â Monica admitted.
âHe has a life like this. It's just simpler.â
âIt's not simple anymore, Kayce.â Monica argued.
âI thought we were forgetting tonight.â
âI'm just having a conversation.â Kayce stalked away to the bedroom. He closed the door with force. Monica yelled out. âWell, I guess the conversation's over!â
Stella was just about half asleep on Ryanâs bunk when the door opened and startled her. She sat up and blinked heavily. Rip and Lloyd were calling for the new guy. Rip discovered her sitting in the back. He fixed her with a look.
Her eyes found her brother and he smiled warmly at her. âGood morninâ sunshine.â
âHey doofus. I think Iâm gonna head out, okay?â She started to work her way to the edge of the mattress.
âYou sure you're not too tired?â
âYeah Iâll be alright.â
He gave her a stern look. âOkay, but you text me the second you get home.â
She hopped down off his bunk and gave him a quick squeeze. âYes mom.â She smirked. She grabbed her keys off the kitchen counter. Rip grabbed her arm gently to stop her.
âI thought I told you to stay out of the bunkhouse for a while?â
âYou did and I heard you. I came to talk to my brother before I left. Iâm leaving right now, okay?â
Rip remained silent as he observed her. Stella stared up at him. Her eyebrows tightened and her face fell into an annoyed resting face.
âIâm leaving now.â Stella emphasized and weaved around Rip and headed off to her car to make the journey home.
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Hi đ yuta okkotsu + coffee + green
yuuta okkotsu x reader
c: timeskip yuuta, fluff, feels
Itâs not the warm, gentle breeze filtering in through the window that stirs you from sleepânor is it the insistent chittering of the birds perched in the tree nearby, or the bright morning sunlight that floods across your rumpled sheets.
âitâs the fragrant smell of coffee wafting through the house, your tired eyes flying open the moment the scent hits you.
You donât drink coffee.
Throwing back the sheets, you stumble out of bed and dash out of the room.
You donât drink coffee.
The laminate flooring squeaks beneath your bare feet as you skid to a stop in the kitchen, heart clumsily skipping a beat at the sight of the man leaning back against the counter, an ugly, green mug with a chip in it clutched in one hand.
Itâs hideous, reallyâit looks woefully out of place amongst every other cup lined up in your cabinets.
It was presumptuous of whomever made it in the first place, to think someone would want to drink out of something such an unpleasant shade of green.
âthatâs exactly what you said when you plucked it up off of the shelf in a flea market stall years ago, laughing so hard at the agreeing frown on Yuutaâs face that it went clattering to the ground. Still not quite past the boundaries of friendship at the time, youâd both been flustered when you bumped heads and brushed hands as you dove to the floor to rescue it before the old woman sitting at the register nearby could notice.Â
And naturally, rather than letting you sneak the ugliest mug in the world back on the unfortunate shelf from whence it came, Yuuta insisted on buying it once he realized that youâd chipped it.Â
Itâs such a goddamn ugly mug.
âand youâll keep it forever, probably.
He smiles at you conspiratorially over the rim.
You donât drink coffee, but he does.
âYouâre home,â you whisper, biting your lower lip to suppress the size of the grin spreading across your face as you look at Yuuta. âA week early.â
The black strands of hair that frame his face have grown longer in the months that heâs been away, and you step forward, unable to deny yourself the need to card your fingers through the soft locks. Yuuta hums, his posture relaxing under the weight of your familiar touch, the looseness in his shoulders at odds with the dark circles that linger below his lower lashes.Â
Youâve missed him so muchâso much that it hurts, a splintering ache thatâs settled deep in your bones.
âAnd youâre up early,â he muses, eyes sparkling with mirth as he reaches up and prods at a rogue strand of your sleep-mussed hair.
One of his hands comes to rest along the curve of your hip, the steady, seeping pang in your chest giving way under the warm pressure of his touch fluttering along your nerve endings.
You roll your eyes fondly and lament, âI just couldnât resist the smell of hot bean water.â
Yuutaâs tongue darts out, passing over his lips, and he huffs, fingertips skating along your collarbone. A shiver dances down your spine as he drags them up the side of your neck, middle finger tracing the curve of your jaw before he finally takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.Â
âMorning breath,â you grimace, despite the emotions swelling inside of you at the soft promise of his mouth hovering inches away.
âDonât care,â he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. âCoffee breath?â
âDonât care,â you echo.
Yuuta laughs, the noise reverberating through the kitchen and dripping like honey down the taut, yearning strings of your heart.
Itâs a rich, beautiful sound.
One youâd do anything to hear.
One youâd trade for nothingâsave for the quiet that follows when his lips finally find yours.
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Iâm forever here for Stella & Kayceâs dynamic. âIâll announce myself to the conversation with bells and confetti.â đ 10/10.
And Jimmy is essentially all of us sitting here patiently on the edge of our seats watching these two dance around each other.
Steady Heart
Chapter 6: The Devil Takes Care of His Own
Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels
Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)
Warnings: language, I think this chapter is pretty tame?
Word count: 2,255ish
I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being a sounding board for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being a cheerleader, and allowing me to screech at her about things that have happened during the writing process. Seriously couldn't have gotten this far without yâall! đ
Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! đđ€
Stella pulled up to the ranch. When she had gotten a text from Rip last night to come in today by noon, she had wanted to die. Breathing out loudly, she shut the car off and prepared herself for the potential heartbreak that was about to happen. She looked to her left and realized she had parked next to Kayceâs truck. âShit. Whatâs he doing here?â
She immediately felt her chest tighten. What if John had lied to get him here to back him into a corner and to help make sure she would stay in line when he fired her and kicked her out?
âFuuuuck,â she drug the syllable out quietly. She shook her head. âNo. Thereâs no way Kayce would let that happen.â Sliding her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, she hopped out of the SUV.
Glancing around, Stella could see a lot of activity for the day in full swing. It looked like they were separating steer prospects they didnât want to keep. She didnât see Kayce, but she did spot her brother. She smiled affectionately seeing him doing the work he loved to do. When her eyes landed farther to the right, she saw Tate leaning on the fence watching with childlike wonder.
She wandered over to the little boy. âHey bud!â
âOh hey Aunt Stell! Isnât this cool?â
âYeah it sure is. I love watching them.â She smiled. She whispered conspiratorially to him. âItâs even more fun to do it though.â
Tate looked at her with wide eyes. âYouâve done this before??â
She smiled. âYessir I have. Plenty of times. With my brother and your dad, and your grandpa.â
âWoaahhh! Thatâs awesome! I wanna do it too!â Her best friendâs son practically started to levitate with excitement.
âWell youâve gotta be just a little bit bigger for that, bud.â She chuckled. âSpeaking of your dad, do you know where he went?â
âI think he went to talk to grandpa.â
Stella sighed. âOkay Iâm gonna go find them. Stay on this fence and not the inside one, alright?â She ruffled his hair gingerly and he giggled. Stella knew Tate knew better, but she couldnât help herself to give the warning anyhow.
Stella circled around and gave everything a passing glance. It was almost like an out of body stream of consciousness. Her eyes stopped as they landed on the two men in question looking in her direction. She was sure she turned seven different shades of pale. Stretching her neck from side to side, she walked toward them. Little did Stella know, they watched her from the moment she pulled in.
âIs this my judge and jury pair?â It was spiteful of her to say that. She cringed and started again. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât be like that.â
âWhat are you talkinâ about?â Kayce asked, surprised at her rough greeting. Stellaâs eyes darted to John, whose face was stoic, but his eyebrows raised slightly. He hadnât told Kayce.
She tried to smooth past her slip. âNothinâ. Yâall just seemed like you were ready to make big decisions for everyoneâs day. So the judge,â she motioned at John, âand the jury.â She finished pointing to Kayce. âIâm also just in rare form today apparently.â
Kayce decided to ignore that and looked at his dad. âHowâs that stallion treatinâ ya?â
âItâs the gift that keeps on giving.â John snorted and looked around.
Stella laughed quietly. âHeâs definitely giving everyone a run for their money. And Iâm almost outta money.â
âKayce, let me borrow Stella for a second.â
The younger Dutton stopped shifting on his feet. He passed a look between his dad and his best friend, confused. âSure. Donât need my permission.â
John waved his hand for Stella to follow him. Kayce caught the sight of her wiping her hands on her legs. Why was she nervous to talk to his dad, of all people? This is the girl that told his dad to âgo fuck himself and get off his high horse, itâs not just about youâ when she defended him back when she was 18. He reached out to grab her arm, but his fingertips barely brushed it. She fixed him with a look that made him stop any form of question.
When the eldest Dutton and Stella walked around the corner, she let out a heavy sigh. She leaned her shoulder on the wall while she placed her hands in her back pockets.
âWell, letâs have it, sir.â She tried to brace herself for the hit.
John pinned her to her spot with a look of warning. âI heard your conversation with Rip last night.â
âAnd I meant every word.â She answered confidently. âIf you think Iâd have loose lips, you really donât know me like I thought you might have.â
Kayce had snuck up behind them. âWhat the hell are you accusing her of?â
Stella threw her hands up and let them slap back on her thighs. She hadnât planned on telling Kayce, but he inserted himself into the problem.âWell, now is as good a time as any. I overheard a conversation, and decided to sneak out instead of making my presence known. Your dad saw me leave, and then I lied to him about it because I didnât know he saw me.â
âSo youâre questioning her integrity?â
âNo, son, that already happened. Iâm telling her sheâs allowed to stay. My men trust her. My son,â he paused to look directly at Kayce, âtrusts her. Iâve never had any issues. So Iâm letting it slide. Once. I think sheâs learned her lesson. But Stella?â
She looked at him wide eyed. âYessir?â
âLie to my face again?â She understood the hidden meaning of the slippery slope. âNow, Iâm going to go see my grandson.â
âStella, câmon.â Kayce left her no room for argument. The way he turned and walked off told her he was definitely pissed. She rolled her eyes and fixed her glasses. âCome on.â She heard Kayce press.
Stella picked up her pace to catch him. âIâm cominâ, Iâm cominâ. Jeez.â
Kayce whipped around at her when they got to the tack room. âWhy the hell didnât you tell me?!â
She placed a hand on the middle of his chest to keep him out of her face, âwoah woah woah there, cowboy. I didnât keep anything from you,â then removed it just as fast. âYou were dealing with a lot. Itâs not your responsibility to mend my busted fences.â
âBut heâs my dad, and he should fuckinâ know better. Especially when it comes to you.â
âThose kinds of things get forgotten. Especially when it wasnât happening to his family, Kayce. Of course he remembers yours.â Both sets of eyes glazed over for a minute, recollecting the memory.
âI could have reminded him. I couldâve made your life so much easier.â
âYeah, but how will I learn anything if youâre fixing things for me all the time?â She raised her eyebrows at him. âYou wonât always be there to save me. Also, just because Iâm your best friend, doesnât mean I should get preferential treatment either. Iâm still an employee here, ya know.â
Stella went to lean against the work table against the back wall. She leaned back on her hands and gazed at Kayce. âYou know, this is the same exact conversation you helped me have with my brother when I turned 18. Iâm not doing it twice.â She scoffed out a humorless chuckle. âEverything is fine, Kace. Next time Iâll announce myself to the conversation with bells and confetti.â
âThatâs not funny, and you know it. This could have been bad.â He scoffed back at her, but still came to lean next to her. Touching shoulders like always.
âRip wouldnât have let it get there.â Stella defended.
Kayce had a sudden realization. âWait, is that why you thought I was here? To help kick you out? Do you really think I would have let that happen?!â
She sighed harshly. âNo Kayce. I donât. I do, however, think your dad would have lied to get you here and back you into a corner. Iâve seen him do it before.â
âAlso wait a minute, Rip?! I could stop the problem at the starting gate.â Kayce ignored the accusation about his father. He knew she was right.
She joked. âSo now weâre derby runners? I thought we were cowboys.â
âStellaâŠâ He let her name fall off in a warning.
She put her hands up in surrender. âOkay, okay. Itâs not funny. If I saw things start to really go sideways, I would have come to you. I promise.â Stella fixed her glasses while she played with the bottom of her T-shirt. It was time to change the subject. âSo how are you? Howâs Monica?â
âIâm alright. Day by day, you know. MonicaâŠ? Sheâs holding on, but I canât talk to her.â
Her face scrunched up. âSince when canât you talk to her? I would expect that to happen between us before it happened with you two.â
âThereâs something I did that canât be forgiven.â
âKayce⊠I highly doubt there is anything you could do, that she wouldnât forgive you for.â
âNot this.â
âSo what is it?â
âI canât tell you either.â He looked down. Defeated. Stella observed him for a minute. He looked lost. Scared almost. The look reminded her of that day they snuck out and got trapped by a brown bear and she threw herself in front of Kayce right as Rip came galloping up to save them.
âWell, I know when youâre ready, youâll tell me. But youâve gotta talk to your wife, Kayce. You canât leave her in the dark. It probably hurts her that youâre avoiding her.â
âYou think I donât know that? I just, canât break her heart like this.â Stella reached over and patted his back between his shoulders.
âWhatever it is, cowboy, weâll get through it. Iâll be here to help as long as you want me to be.â
Kayce pulled out his phone to check the time. His dad and son had been gone for quite some time.
âI gotta go get a horse. I need to find Tate.â
Stella practically jogged to keep up with Kayce. He was headed Ripâs way. Ryan and Colby walked in the opposite direction towards the friend pair. They were headed to dinner. Ryan could be heard calling Fred a dipshit. She let out a hearty laugh because it was the god's honest truth. As they got closer, they could hear Rip talking to Lloyd. He told him to give Fred his wages and send him on his way. âOo shit.â Her eyebrows raised. Jimmy limped by them.
She shouted at Jimmy. âWhat the hell happened to you?!â She stopped following Kayce to talk to Jimmy. In her peripheral vision, she saw Kayce stop and glance back at her and Jimmy to watch the interaction. Stella reached out to examine the bloody lip Jimmy acquired and the nice goose egg on his forehead. Kayce exhaled loudly, and Stella was all but sure there was an eyeroll and clenched jaw attached to it, but he continued moving.
Jimmy side eyed the youngest Dutton. âUh, itâs nothing. You go catch up with Kayce.â
Rip yelled at Stella as he and Kayce went into the barn. âDonât you dare fuckinâ clean âim up! Let everybody see!â
âIâm at least gonna give you some Tylenol. Rip can suck my ass if he gets pissy about me going to the bunkhouse for that. Câmon.â She pulled Jimmy along to the bunkhouse.
As Stella searched for the Tylenol, the air was tense between them. She could feel he wanted to ask her something.
âGo ahead and ask Jimmy. Iâm mostly an open book.â She nosed around in the top cabinet.
âOh itâs nothing.â
She looked at him disapprovingly above her lenses. âYeah and Iâm Miss America.â
âOkay so Iâm probably wrong, but is there something going on between you and Kayce?â
If she would have had water in her mouth, it would have been spat across the room. âWhat?!â
Jimmy fidgeted around. âWell you guys are really close and Iâve seen how you look at him.â
Stella found the bottle in the back of the cabinet. She turned to face Jimmy with as much seriousness as she could muster and a deadpan face. âFor the love of god, donât repeat that thought to anyone else. Iâll be dead in 24 hours. Whether from embarrassment, or Monica murdering me herself, I donât know.â She snapped the cabinet shut. âNo, there's nothing going on between me and a married man. Heâs just my best friend. Always has been, always will be.â
âOh yeah definitely. I just maybe thought â,â
ââ Well you thought wrong.â Stella interrupted, and roughly shoved the bottle at Jimmy. âHereâs your Tylenol. Keep those thoughts to yourself. Clear?â
âCrystal.â Jimmy watched as Stella stomped off. He heard the telltale jingle of her keys and the front door slam.
Stella stormed past the picnic tables where everyone had gathered. Ryan and Colby called out to her as she stalked by, only to be ignored and left perplexed. Even Rip and Lloyd shared a look.
By the time she made it to her SUV, she reached a boiling point. She huffed and puffed while blindly searching for the unlock button. Hopping in, she jammed the key into the ignition. Stella was ready to go home and get away from this cursed place for the night.
She felt like a child with how she reacted. If anything, her reaction made her seem guiltier than she was.
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thank you for the recs<333!
*These werenât necessarily written and/or posted in November, but thatâs when I read them đ
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Star Wars
đ„Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Healing Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie
Pumpkin Patch and Everything Nice (Poe Dameron x Reader - Modern AU) - @dailyreverie
Melt (Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe) (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie
đ„Morning (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
đ„Noon (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
đ„Night (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
đ„Facefucking (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dameronscopilot
đ„Brat Taming (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot
Ambrosial (Din Djarin x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
đ„Boob Drunk Poe (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot
Unremarkable (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @the-little-ewok
blood will have blood (Part of the better safe than sorry universe) (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Moon Knight
Falling Like Rain (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie
Sugar Rush (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @dailyreverie
Pumpkin (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie
Chain 'Round My Neck (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie
đ„Chain Reaction (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
đ„Sweet Tooth (Part of the Dancing With Wolves series) (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy
đ„friendly favors (best friend!Steven Grant x Reader) - @runa-falls
đ„Honey (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @juneknight
đ„Night Desires (Dark!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @lunalockley
đ„he smells like flowers (Steven Grant x Reader) - @runa-falls
Protected (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @romanarose
Triple Frontier
đ„Kinktober Day 23 (Dirty Talk) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Breaking the Rules (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
Jingle Bells (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @ivystoryweaver
đ„Kinktober Day 2 (Public) (Frankie Morales x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional
đ„Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional
Sucker Punch
đ„Kinktober Day 21 (Hate Sex) (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Inside Llewyn Davis
đ„Kinktober Day 24 (Lingerie) (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
đ„Kinktober Day 26 (Face Sitting) (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Ex Machina
đ„Perfect Fit (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @ivystoryweaver
đ„Fuckin' Stupid (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
đ„The Beauty of Imperfection (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme
đ„The Empty Room (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
The Card Counter
đ„Losing Hand (William Tell x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse
đ„(pumpkin) cream pie (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @runa-falls
Daredevil
Daisy (Mechanic!Frank Castle x Sunshine!F!Reader) - @fandxmslxt69
đ„Kinktober Day 1 (Overstimulation + Impact Play) (Frank Castle x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional
Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us đ„°â€ïž
*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.
**If youâd like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know
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Ahhhhhh thank you so much đ„čđ§Ą!!
I'll Be Your Bright Side Series Masterlist
Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!Reader
In the three years that have passed since you first crossed paths with Benny Miller, heâs easily become the most important person in your life, without a single doubt. Heâs your best friend. But as time goes on, itâs becoming more and more difficult to differentiate between the rapidly blurring lines of friendship and something moreâthe far deeper feelings that keep you up at night.
Feelings that have the potential to wreck everything if he doesnât feel the same.
Rating:Â 18+
Content: NSFW, smut, fluff, angst, pining, feels, (eventual) best friends to lovers, protective benny, soft benny, the triple frontier boys doing what they do best
Status: COMPLETE
A/N: Although this series is complete, requests are always open for drabbles, missing scenes, scenes from Benny's POV, etc.
Pt. 1 - Weâll Find a Way of Chasing the Sun
Pt. 2 -Â Let Me Be the One That Shines With You
Pt. 3 - Find Me Where the Skies Are Blue
A Date?: Benny's POV
Pt. 4 - And After All, You're My Wonderwall
For my responses to various asks about the series -> #IBYBS
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