#monica colby

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my favourite ‘boujee black women’ in television history 💝

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I made this and it’s so dumb but I love it lmao

I was going to put David as Phoebe but then I could imagine David as Joey being forced to keep it a secret from Don by Colby 😂

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Steady Heart

Chapter 39: Black Sky

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M

* Warnings: language, angst, suicide, Malcolm Beck, injured character, character death, violence

* Word count: 6,110ish

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

Author's note: Here we are folks! Season 2’s finale! I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! Thank you for sticking around this long, and I hope you continue to follow along with the story as we head through onto season 3!

Gonna take a little break to get season 3 and season 4 worked on some more, so bear with me!

It was still early in the morning of the second day after his son was kidnapped and his best friend landed in the hospital. Kayce had barely slept. His father was meeting with the sheriff this morning. There was nothing more they could do until Donnie cleared the way.

Kayce chewed his bottom lip as he stared off into nothing. His son was kidnapped and god knows where and his best friend was laid up in the hospital unconscious potentially never to wake up, all because he let himself be convinced to leave the ranch. He knew he should have been there. He knew it might have made a difference, but the opportunity had passed him. Now they had to defend their home and right the wrongs that had been done to them.

He could hear Stella’s voice in his head. ‘We can’t be soft defending it.’ Being soft was exactly what they weren’t going to do. If he knew her like he thought he did, she’d be practically begging to blow them and everyone involved to pieces on main street for everyone to see so that the message was received.

Kayce’s stomach clenched again at the thought of losing both his son and Stella. Monica’s soft voice came from behind him. “Have you heard anything about Stella?” Even though she was fairly certain about the relationship between her almost ex-husband and his best friend now, Monica didn’t think Stella deserved to be in the current situation she was in. Especially since it was because she tried to save their son.

Kayce wiped his hand along his clenched jaw. He hadn’t heard anything from Ryan or Colby since yesterday. The last they had told Kayce, the doctors said Stella had covered her face just barely good enough. She had some broken ribs, one hell of a concussion. There would be a gnarly scar along her face once it healed. He assumed she was still unconscious. Kayce was surprised the kick that caused the gash didn’t fracture her skull. She was lucky it wasn’t worse than that.

He absently shook his head. “Nothing new. Still unconscious I’m guessing.”

“Can we go see her?” Monica hoped Stella would wake up.

“We have to get Tate back. It — it wasn’t — supposed to be this way.”

“Your father is gonna take a while talking to the sheriff. Let’s go see her. If she’s in this predicament because she tried to protect our son, it’s the least we can do.” Monica turned to look at Kayce. “Ryan and Colby shouldn’t be alone.”

Ryan’s leg bounced continuously and he chewed on the side of his thumb. He numbly stared at his sister lying in the hospital bed. He was terrified that she wouldn’t wake up. The doctors and nurses had tried to convince him that her body was trying to heal itself. That she will wake up when she’s ready.

Aside from the bruised and swollen face, she looked peaceful. Ryan couldn’t understand any of this. He could, but the extremes threw him down into a spiral. He prayed to whatever god would listen. His mind was taken over and he was reminded of when their dad was in the hospital. He felt as helpless now as he had then. There was nothing he could do. ‘Except make sure those motherfuckers pay.’

A light knock behind him brought his and Colby’s attention to the door. It was Kayce and Monica. He breathed out loudly and his shoulders dropped. Ryan waved them into the room, standing.

Monica caught sight of Stella and gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to believe it was real. “Oh, Stella.” She whispered. “Ryan, I'm so sorry.” Monica pulled Ryan into a tight hug.

Ryan leaned into her grasp for a moment, and tried to keep himself from crying. He didn’t know what to say. At this point, he didn’t think there was anything he could say.

Kayce stopped moving the second he could see Stella lying there. His heart was in his throat and his palms went clammy. “This was a bad idea.” Colby stood and placed his hand on Kayce’s shoulder to keep him from running.

“It’s gonna be okay, man,” Colby gave Kayce’s shoulder a squeeze, “from what I can tell, it looks worse than what it actually is.”

Ryan let Monica go and said to Kayce. “Every single one of those sons of bitches are gonna pay, Kayce. For Stella and for Tate.”

Monica stepped up to Stella’s side. She prayed silently. She knew Stella could pull through. Monica knew that Stella was strong and hard-headed. Just like Kayce. However, this time around she needed some help. Kayce stood there speechless, trying to catch his breath. Monica prompted him softly, “You can come over here, you know. It won’t hurt her.”

Colby gently tapped Kayce’s arm to try and spur him into motion. A look passed between the three men. It was a glance of retribution promised, but sorrow, and understanding. Both of the most important people to the men were hanging in the balance, and there wasn’t much they could do for either of them. Kayce’s steps faltered. If he went over and touched her, it would make it real. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to handle that.

Monica was reminded of when she was in the hospital from the distressed look on Kayce’s face. She waved him over. She would at least give him some comfort, disregarding the split between them. He made it to the end of what felt like the longest walk in his life even though in reality it was only a few feet. Monica switched spots so Kayce could be closer to Stella. She placed her hand on his back, letting him know the support was there.

Kayce felt his eyes sting, and his breath got caught in his throat. He choked on his own air. He leaned down and kissed Stella’s forehead gently. He whispered to her, “we’re going to get everyone single one of the sons a bitches who did this to you. I promise you that, sugar. None of them will walk out alive.” A few tears dropped from his eyes, landing on Stella’s face. Kayce lifted his hand and gently wiped them away.

Ryan watched the scene in front of him and felt his heart crack even more. Before he could get too deep, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Need you back at the ranch. A text from Rip read.

“Kayce, they need us back. I’m going to check in with the doctor and then I’ll be right behind you.” Ryan directed. He looked to his best friend. “Colby, can you stay with her so I know she’s safe?”

“Of course, man.” Colby patted Ryan’s shoulder. “If anything changes I’ll let you know.”

Monica gave Stella one last look and prayer as all three of them rushed out of the room. Kayce couldn’t bring himself to look back.

“Ryan, you take Monica with you. There’s a stop I gotta make on the way.”

“Kayce!” Monica called out. He snapped his head in her direction. She waved him closer. “I will not face this world without our son. You make sure you kill them,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry about that, Monica. If he doesn’t, I sure as shit will.” Ryan interjected.

••

Kayce pulled up to the M/T Beck Ranch to where Donnie’s deputies stood guard. He rolled the window down and the deputy closest to him stepped forward. He leaned out the window and asked, “how many in the house?”

The deputy shrugged. “Just him. As far as we know.” He placed his hands on his hips. “I need to see the warrant.” Kayce pulled the paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and held it up to the officer.

The deputy nodded. “Alright.” His boots crunched in the gravel as he turned on his heel and sat down in his patrol car. The other deputy followed his lead. The car started and they pulled away without any further question, leaving Kayce to do as he pleased.

He pulled into the drive, just far enough that he could remain undetected, but close enough that he didn’t have to run a mile to get to the house.

He ran up to the front doors crouched, and gently opened the first set. They squealed loudly in protest and he winced at the disruption of the silence. When no one came to look, he continued through the second set of doors.

He looked in the living room and didn’t see anyone. Panning around the room, he saw a hallway to the back right. Making his way through the mouth of the hallway, he looked through each of the rooms as he passed them by, finding no one.

He continued pushing toward the back of the house. He came to a set of stairs. He looked down then first, but running water caught his attention from upstairs. He raised his pistol to aim ahead of him and traveled up the stairs. He climbed slowly and grimaced when he reached the top as the floor creaked beneath his weight. He banked on the fact the running water would drown out his extraneous noise.

Moving further down the hallway, he could see a bathroom sink at the end. The water was indeed running, and the sound of paper rustling grabbed his ears. He strode up to the doorway and spotted Malcolm’s brother Teal sitting on the toilet. He lifted his pistol with surefire accuracy and popped off three rounds in Teal’s gut before he barely registered someone was there.

Teal slumped forward and groaned in agony, holding his hand to his stomach. Kayce kneeled down onto the balls of his feet, his face flat but pleased. Teal sputtered in fear seeing Kayce’s resolute face. “Where’s my son? Where is he?”

Teal tried to catch his breath. “I don’t know,” he growled out. Kayce shot him in the calf without blinking.

Teal screamed in pain. “Stop! Stop!”

“There’s a lot of stuff I can shoot before you die.”

“The — Montana Free Militia. They’re who we used. They got him.”

“Where do they camp?”

Teal huffed and puffed. “Base of the Crazies. The Crazy — the Crazy Mountains.”

Kayce’s face hardened. “You ever been up there?”

“Yeah. Up 284. Just before Diamond City. There’s a,” Teal started to cry, “there’s a little beat up house,” Kayce made peace silently with what he was about to do after he got everything he needed from Teal. “Behind a bunch of junkers.”

Teal leaned forward and moaned. “Oh fuck. I’m shot to shit.”

Kayce remembered Stella’s words about not being soft defending the ranch and the family that stood behind it. “Don’t you know about my family?” His face scrunched in disappointment. People really had thought they’d gotten soft. “You didn’t think we’d fight back?”

Teal was crying. “No. Nobody ever fights back.”

“Until now.” Kayce raised his pistol.

“No, please. Please.” Teal begged. “Not on the toilet. I don’t wanna die on a fuckin’ toilet.”

Kayce’s face softened briefly. “I promised the mother of my son, and my girlfriend’s brother, I’d kill you. All a man has is his word.” He squeezed the trigger and the kill shot knocked Teal back against the back of the toilet.

Kayce took a different gun, and angled himself as if Teal was shooting back. He rubbed Teal’s hand all over the grip, getting his blood on it, then placed it on the ground just beneath his hand.

He stood and went back the way he came in. He pulled out his cell and called his dad.

••

Ryan was sitting on the porch with Jamie and Beth. They’d wanted as much of an update as he could give them. “She’s got some broken ribs, a concussion, wicked slash across her eye, and she’s unconscious.”

Jamie sighed loudly. “Shit. I’m sorry Ryan.” Stella wouldn’t be in this mess if she hadn’t been trying to protect his family member. She shouldn’t have been there at all. He wished he would have heard something, if she’d called for them.

“She’ll wake up, Ryan. If there’s anything I know about her, it’s that she’s spiteful. She’s not gonna let some pussy of a man who comes to kidnap a child in the cover of nightfall take her out.” Jamie and Ryan stared at Beth for a moment. The softness from her shocked both of them.

John came out of the house on the phone and made his way down to the grass determined. “Okay, good.” John took a breath. “You’re okay though, right?” He visibly relaxed at whatever answer he’d been given. “Thank god. Come home.”

The trio scrambled off the porch to catch up with the leader. Beth asked gently, “what did he say?”

John reached into his vest and pulled out a letter. “You need to make an amendment to the trust, Beth.” He leaned closer to give her the letter. “Read this. Then do what it asks.” He grabbed her shoulder. “I know who loves me.” He glanced at Ryan. “I know who’s loyal,” and then back at his daughter. “I always have.” He walked back into the house to get ready for the fight that was about to take place. Not only for his grandson, but the revenge for one of his employees.

Beth opened the letter and skimmed over it quickly.

Jamie watched Beth closely. “What does it say?”

“None of your fuckin’ business.” She headed off to do what her father asked. She needed to go see Rip.

“I’m gonna go down to the bunkhouse to get ready. We’re moving on them tonight.” Ryan departed as well leaving Jamie standing there dumbfounded.

John stalked back out of his house toward Kayce and Jamie standing in the driveway. A large SUV pulled up the drive fast, and out came Mo, Chief Rainwater’s head of security. He shut the door and made his way around and said, “I was sent here to help.”

John went into the red shed next to the house and grabbed a bullet proof vest. He turned and gave Kayce directions. “Go get Rip when he’s done with Beth.” Before Kayce could object John said, “I can’t risk you, son.”

Kayce marched up the hill that led to the new cabin Rip had been gifted. Beth had walked by him, letting him know where to find the man in question. Rip was sitting on the steps to the house. “Whattaya know Kace?”

“Stella’s torn up. Still unconscious. Tate’s with a militia. In the Crazies.” He shook his head. “We don’t have any time.”

“How can I help?”

“It’s a big ask,” he adjusted his ball cap, “can’t attack a fortified position without knowing the strength of our enemy. In Afghanistan, we’d send an armored vehicle into ambushes. Draw fire to know how many we were fightin’.” Rip nodded and Kayce rubbed the side of his face. “We don’t have any armored vehicles. I’d do it myself, but,” he stopped himself. He hated that he was even asking something like this of Rip.

“I know. I’ll draw your fire.” Rip rose off the steps with a groan. He began his march back to the barn with Kayce trailing behind him.

••

Ryan, Kayce, Mo, and Handon pulled up in the cover of darkness to the little busted up shack Teal had told Kayce about. Rip and John pulled up behind them with a horse trailer. The three men got out of the truck and put eye black on their faces to make themselves harder to see. Rip and John jumped out and started to pull their horses out of the trailer.

Kayce put on his gloves and surveyed the surrounding area with Mo standing next to him. Handon made sure his sights were good. Ryan reined in his anger and held it for when he got the chance to take the motherfuckers who hurt his sister to meet their maker. Rip walked up with his horse.

Kayce asked Mo, “you want a rifle?”

“I’m best with my pistol.”

“Pistol won’t pierce armor.”

“I won’t be aiming at their chest.” Mo looked at Kayce. He fully turned to Kayce, taking in his camouflaged face. “Got anymore of that?” Kayce handed the eye black over to him.

Mo walked over to Rip and Dude. He looked at Rip and got his approval to bless the horse for the hell they were about to go through. He traced a circle around Dude’s right eye. “So he sees danger.” He drew some more sigils on his neck. “So he is sure-footed.” He made his way to the gelding’s shoulder. “So the bullets bounce off.” He finished by drawing some on the horse’s hind quarter. “So he moves fast.”

Rip tried to lighten the mood the only way he knew how, hearing Stella’s voice in his head making a joke. “You sure you don’t wanna draw on me some?”

Mo chuckled. “Won’t work on you.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Mo walked away and Rip took a second to say whatever kind of prayer he could muster up.

John and Rip mounted their horses and trotted over to the rest of the group. John fixed his collar. “You know, of all the days to ask this of you, I’m sorry it’s today.”

“I can’t think of a better day for it, sir.” They shared a look. Rip nodded.

“I’ll be coverin’ you on your right.”

“Yessir.”

John took off to swing around on Rip’s right side. Kayce waved everyone forward. “Let’s get in place.”

Handon stopped next to him. “You think they got night vision?”

“Yeah, and thermal. You can bet on it.”

Ryan, Handon, and Mo moved forward to take cover behind some rubble that laid in front of them. They needed to be able to see where the fire was coming from and how many shooters there were.

Rip leaned back and took in the sky one more time in the moment of peace before all hell broke loose. He thought of Beth. Of Stella. “I love you.” He spurred Dude into action. He was ready to cause a ruckus.

As soon as he galloped by a small building on his right, shots started flying through the air. All of the ground men rushed behind him.

Kayce yelled out, running forward, “Livestock Police! Drop your weapons!” They dropped several men and took cover in between reloading time.

Rip pulled Dude to a stop. John cantered up to his side and hollered. “Livestock Police! Drop your weapons!” John raised his rifle and took out another one of the militia members.

Rip climbed down off his gelding, taking deadly aim and took out another. John slid out of his saddle to join him. Handon placed one of the men in cuffs.

Kayce, Ryan, and Mo came to the actual house the militia were staying in and surrounded it. Handon and Ryan took the back. Mo and Kayce took the front.

Kayce opened the front door and ducked back quickly. A few shots rang out from behind the door and while the man was reloading, Kayce and Mo took their chance to charge inside.

Each of the four took to clearing the house. Checking every room they passed by for Kayce’s son. The foursome came to a back room and there were three people left. Ryan and Handon got two of the people in cuffs. One sat in almost a meditative position.

Kayce had his rifle aimed at the man on the ground. He checked the room off to his right and went back to the man on the ground. “Where’s my son?” The man just stared blankly at Kayce. “Do you know, where my son is?”

The man scoffed. “I sure do.” He placed a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger before anyone could stop him.

“No!” Kayce screamed. “Fuck!”

Back outside, John had just finished tying up one of the militia men that was still alive and he heard footsteps through the grass behind him. He grabbed his rifle and yelled, “hey! Stop!” He followed after the man running away.

The man that was running, turned and took a few poorly aimed shots at John, but John stopped him assertively with a round of his own. The man dropped to the ground. John stormed over to him, and he rose from the ground and took another shot at the patriarch. John squeezed the trigger again, hitting the man and making him fly back onto the ground.

He groaned in pain as John stepped closer to him. When John was almost on top of him, he realized it was Malcolm. Unbeknownst to John, the group he’d brought with him stood by the fence and watched as he stepped up to Malcolm.

“You deserve a lot worse than this.”

Malcolm rolled over to grab his gun, but John aimed his rifle and shot Malcolm’s arm. “Ah god! Fucking cocksucker!” He cried.

“There ya go. Get it all out you son of a bitch.” John retrieved Malcom’s weapon. “Now tell me where my grandson is, and I’ll getcha to a hospital.” He kicked Malcolm over. “You have my word.” Malcolm laid there crying. “Go on, scream. Scream till whatever makes you want to hurt a child, my daughter, my horse trainer to hurt me leaves you.” Malcolm rolled back over onto his back. “If there’s a heaven, and I sure hope so, this is your last chance to do something that just might get you in it.”

John sat down next the injured man and Malcolm spluttered. “You know, I think a lot about the ten-or-so years I’ve got left before there’s not much left for me to but sit around and reminisce. You on the other hand, have to cram a lifetime of reminiscing into the next thirty minutes or so. Or you could lay there, and not telling me where he is will be your last thought.”

Malcolm wheezed and John looked him over. He thought of his daughter and the atrocity of what Malcolm’s hired men put her through. “Not whoever you may have loved, or your brother’s ninth birthday. None of that shit. Your entire lifetime’s gonna be reduced to my grandson’s face. It’s up to you, Malcom.” The thought of Stella, beaten and bloodied, laid up in the hospital unconscious, for trying to protect his family. Doing the job he had asked her to do. ‘Until my dying breath, sir,’ whispered through his head and he shuddered. He prayed with everything in him that it hadn’t been her last breath.

Ryan and Kayce watched on as Malcolm twitched, trying to catch his breath. Ryan looked back at Kayce. “What’s he doin’?” Kayce shook his head and they both observed the moment before them.

John looked up at the sky while Malcolm sputtered some more. “That’s Jupiter up there, the bright one.” He shifted his focus back to the ailing man on the ground next to him. “Did you know that?”

Malcolm’s chest started to rattle. “Carter Meads. That’s his name. Whitefish, Montana.” He struggled to breathe as deeply as he could. “Whitefish, Montana.”

“I’ll call for a chopper. Get you to the hospital.”

“I ain’t gonna make it to a hospital.”

“Yeah well, I gave you my word.”

“I won’t hold you to it.”

“You want company or do you wanna be alone?”

“Alone.” Malcolm ground out. “I wi— wish we’d never met.”

“Yeah,” John laughed darkly, “I bet you do.” John made his way back to his men.

••

As the sun rose over the mountains in Whitefish, Montana, Sheriff Haskell’s truck and a squad car rounded the corner on the house where Carter Meads lived with their lights on. Kayce, Ryan, and Handon covered their backs down the hill from up top.

Donnie and his team loaded up on the porch, ready to ram their way in. They busted the door open and everyone filed in. They took out a few people in the front part of the house.

Going toward the back Kayce called out for his son. “Tate!” Ryan, Handon and himself made their way up the stairs.

Donnie had already made his way upstairs and opened a door in the back and immediately turned back to stop Kayce. “Kace! I need you to step back!” Ryan pushed forward. Handon held Kayce back as best he could. Donnie asked Kayce, “give my guys a minute. You don’t wanna see him like this.”

Kayce started to grapple against everyone in his way. Ryan was their last defense. Kayce busted through him yelling, “see him like what?!”

He broke through the wall of men and into the bathroom where his son was. Tate shrieked and he got up close to him, catching his focus and letting him know he was safe.

Donnie stepped up to the door and told Kayce, “we’ve got a trauma specialist on the way.”

Kayce hugged Tate and the boy finally calmed down long enough that Kayce was able to get him outside and into the truck.

The drive home was quiet. Ryan knew that everyone who had hurt his sister and kidnapped his friend’s boy was dead. A weight lifted off his shoulders knowing that everything had to look up from here. Now he just needed his little sister to wake up.

A small voice from Kayce lap startled everyone. “Aunt Stella tried to save me and they hurt her. Is she okay?”

Ryan’s heart shattered completely. They all knew Stella’s beating had to have been because she tried to stop the men. He kept the tears at bay long enough to look at Tate, who was hiding in between his father’s arms. “Yeah, buddy. She’s okay. And she’s gonna be real glad we got you back.”

Ryan, Rip, and Lloyd walked through the hospital entrance. Everything at the ranch was taken care of for the time being. Tate was home safe. Traumatized, but safe. Stella was safe, but Ryan didn’t know when she would wake up. If she would wake up. Ryan was thankful the other two came with him. He was grateful Colby was still here. That helped him shake the heebie jeebies off.

The men came up on Stella’s room. They braved themselves and entered. There were whispered curses from Rip and Lloyd. A nurse just finished taking her vitals. She smiled at the men, trying to bring some cheer to them.

“Her vitals are super strong, gentlemen. She wants to be here. She’s just gotta wake up.” She patted Ryan on the shoulder making her way out the door.

Ryan could do nothing but stand there and watch the love everyone had for his sister. Colby came to stand with him. It was at that moment that he knew they were with the right people. He leaned a shoulder on the wall to let Rip and Lloyd have a moment with her.

Lloyd walked up to her bedside. “Little bit,” Lloyd mourned. He reached out to grab her hand. “Those evil people are taken care of. Your brother and Kayce led the charge. You can come back to us now. Please.” He pleaded.

Rip joined Lloyd at Stella’s other side. He placed his hand on the top of her head after he removed his sunglasses. “Shit, Stella-belle,” he sniffled, “this isn’t the kind of trouble you were supposed to be gettin’ yourself into.”

Ryan moved into the room and took a seat next to his sister’s bed. He glanced up at Colby, “so what have they said while we were gone?”

Colby crossed his arms. “Basically what the nurse said before she left. Her vitals have been strong this entire time. Her bloodwork came back great. Her MRI came back with some swelling in her brain, but with the head trauma that’s to be expected.” Rip and Lloyd grumbled. “They have her on meds to help keep the swelling down. Her X-rays showed a few broken ribs, but thankfully nothing was punctured. She’s just gotta wake up.”

It was somber in the room for a few minutes. Lloyd sat next to Ryan. Rip still stood guard at her bedside holding onto her hand. Colby left to get them coffee and give them time to stand vigil.

Stella’s breathing picked up. Her legs started to rutch around like she was uncomfortable. Her hand squeezed Rip’s. Rip watched her intently. A scratchy mumble of, “it’s still better than meth,” uttered from Stella who kept her eyes closed.

Ryan jumped out of his skin and the chair. Lloyd quickly made it to the door, calling for a nurse or a doctor. Anybody.

Once Kayce was sure Tate was sound asleep he quietly told Monica he was going to go check on Stella. She wanted to object, but understood. They hadn’t heard anything from the three who went to visit her in a while.

“Just make sure to come back in case he wakes up,” she spoke softly to Kayce. He agreed and made his way downstairs.

John called out from his office. “Where are you going?”

“To check on Stella.”

“Kayce?” His father called his attention.

Kayce poked his head in through the door finally. His dad looked focused out the window, but worried nonetheless. Kayce supposed there were a lot of things he had to be worried about right now. “Yeah, dad?”

“I’m coming with you.”

John left no room for discussion. He stood, striding past his son. Kayce fell in line behind his dad. He wasn’t sure how to take this kind of response from him about Stella. In the past John would have asked for a report back on her. This time however, he was coming along. John knew it his fault she was in this mess to begin with.

Coming out of Stella’s room was a group of nurses. Kayce thought the worst. He stood outside the door, scared to enter. His heart dropped into the floor. Terrified of what he would find. John waited with him, uncharacteristically patient. The doctor walked out, almost running into them.

“Oh sorry! You picked the perfect time to visit, gentlemen. Go on in.” The doctor whisked off down the hallway.

Going in, Kayce could see Rip smiling. His shoulders relaxed seeing his gruff lead wrangler in a good mood. The two made eye contact and Rip motioned at Kayce and John to the others. When they rounded the corner, Kayce’s eyes casted to Stella first. There she was, sitting propped upright. Not as swollen, but still bruised. The gouge over her right eye most likely held together with liquid stitches was red and angry.

Her brown eyes peeked at him. She smiled shyly. Almost embarrassed to be seen so vulnerable. “Hey, cowboy. John.”

Kayce rushed past everyone to get to her. He leaned down and softly hugged her neck. Placing a hand on the back of her head, he kissed her on the top of her head and breathed deeply. “Jesus. Don’t you ever do that to me again, you hear me?”

“I thought I saw a few more greys on you.”

John, Rip, Lloyd, Colby and Ryan decided now was the time to give them a minute and backed out of the room to the hallway.

“I brought you somethin’.” Kayce said. He reached into his jacket pocket.

“Oh?” Stella questioned, trying her damndest to not raise her eyebrows.

Kayce pulled his hand out, surprising her with her spare pair of glasses.

“Oh my god you’re an angel! I’m tired of squintin’ at shit.” Slowly she placed her hand out to recieve them. Once she had them on and could see him clearly, she cleared her throat. The scratchiness hadn’t left yet. “You found Tate, right?”

“Yes we did. Your brother and I made sure we made a point to every single one of them.”

Emotion bubbled up in her throat. “Kayce, I tried to stop them. I really did.”

“We know Stella. Tate told us. I couldn’t be more thankful for you. What you tried to do for him.”

“I’m so glad you found him. I didn’t know he would see them attack me and come back. He must get that from someone else I know.” She paused to look at Kayce. “When he came back for me instead of running to the house like I told him… I lost all sense of rational thought.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He looked her over, deciding to take the seat next to her. He worried about calling her that. He didn’t want her to panic all over again like a few weeks ago. “I just wish it didn’t happen this way.”

Stella gingerly touched her fingertips to the cut that started above her right eyebrow and stopped on the apple of her cheek. “Yeah me too. It probably looks gnarly, doesn’t it?”

When she didn’t panic when he called her baby, he continued. “It’s beautiful. Just like you.” They didn’t know the men had come back into the room.

Her mouth dropped open. “These meds they’ve got me on must be hittin’ me real good.” She chuckled. She went quiet. Kayce thought she might have fallen asleep, but there was a look of contemplation on her face.

“What is it Stella? Is something wrong? Do I need to get the doctor?” Kayce began standing.

“No, no, no.” Stella reached out for his hand. “I was just thinking, and it’s a horrible time to ask, but if I don’t now, I never will.” Kayce waited for her to continue and gently rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand that didn’t have the IV port. “Did you really mean what you said the other night in the lodge?”

“There were a lot of things said that night, sugar.”

Stella had hoped she wouldn’t have to say it out loud. She sighed. “You said you loved me.” She adjusted her glasses, pulling her bottom lip in briefly. “Did you really mean that?”

Around the corner, the five men were about to shit a brick house. They all looked between each other with their mouths hanging wide open. This was not where they thought this conversation was headed. It wasn’t what they thought they were going to be walking in on.

Kayce thought about it. She hadn’t mentioned anything since, so he thought it was something she didn’t want to talk about just yet.

“By god Stella, yes. I meant every damn word.” He watched her as she mulled everything over. “You okay with that?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just been a lot.” She played with a corner of her blanket. “So when do you gotta go back? I don’t wanna keep you from your family.”

“Tate finally caught sleep. He should be solid for a little while. I do have to go back eventually.”

“But I’ll be here with you all night, Stellee.” Ryan announced as the men walked back around the corner.

“When they let me outta here, where am I going?”

“I’d like it if you would stay at the ranch for a little while longer.” Rip mentioned. “Just in case something isn’t feeling right, someone is around.”

“Can I stay somewhere other than the bunkhouse?” She inquired. She looked to her brother. “Please? For my own sanity?”

John finally spoke up. “Yes, you may. You have the pick of wherever you want. You say the word and I’ll get you a spot.”

Stella and Kayce shared a look of bewilderment. She smiled gently at John. “Thank you, sir.” She tried to straighten her face out to avoid stretching her skin. She grimaced with the movement of her skin. “I mean, John.” The bruises and the gash across her face were really killing her vibe for smiling. Even if it was for the simple fact that she was alive. She let out a sharp yawn.

John glanced at Stella and Kayce, then the rest of the men. “I think that’s our sign to head out for the night. She needs to rest. Ryan, you keep us updated, alright?” Ryan confirmed with a nod.

“Can I have a minute with Stella before we leave?” Kayce asked.

“Of course, Kace.” Ryan ushered everyone out of the room.

Kayce stood, still holding Stella’s hand. She watched him contentedly while he contemplated. He rubbed her knuckles. “Can I kiss you? I’ve never really asked.”

A small smile splayed across her face as far as she could without pain. It was probably the wrong time for this joke, but she couldn’t resist herself. “I dunno. Can you?”

“Oh you ass.” Kayce started to pull his hand away.

Stella gripped his fingers with a giggle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Yes, please kiss me.”

He leaned down gently to her. He was almost afraid to hurt her.

“I won’t break, Kayce.” She whispered. Their eyes met finally in a collision of brown on brown.

He leaned forward and softly pressed his lips to hers. Time seemed to stand still. He had been so worried she was gone, he hadn’t been able to focus on anything else other than getting his son back and getting payback to the sons of bitches who did this to her. He pressed slightly harder, trying to melt into her. He hadn’t realized he wanted this for a long time until the thought of her being gone crossed his mind. Even long before Monica came along. Her partially dry lips, no thanks to the dry hospital air, opened with a gasp.

He backed up slightly thinking he’d hurt her. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, come back here. Don’t apologize. It’s just hard to breathe with a stuffy swollen nose and broken ribs.” She greedily reached for him. When his lips touched hers again, her eyes closed and she leaned into him. He trailed after her, but pulled away and straightened his back.

“I should go. When we get you to the ranch, you wanna stay in the lodge with me?”

“I think I’d like that.” She would appreciate the solitude, but would still be close to her brother, her horse.

“Wait, Abigail. Is she okay? Did you guys find her?”

“Funny enough she ran up to us first panicking, before we found you. We thought it was because everyone was running around.” He gazed down at her with a sad smile. If only he would have known before he found Stella. The memory tried to come back, but he blocked it. “So yes, she’s okay. A little spooky, but she’s okay. I’ve had Jimmy lookin’ after her. When he wasn’t, Rip was.”

Stella sat back with a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god.” She didn’t know what she’d do if something ever happened to that horse. “You go. Take care of your boy. I’ll be safe with Ryan here.”

Kayce squeezed her hand and went out to the hall to trade places with Ryan. The two shared a look, knowing that this would be a conversation had at a later date.

The three extra men that visited began to walk back out to their vehicles. John stopped, causing Kayce to pause. John faced Ryan. “Ryan!” The man in question stopped his journey through the door. “This is on me.”

Ryan’s face contorted into confusion. “What do you mean, sir?”

John looked down. “I mean your sister almost gave her life to protect my family. She earned that brand fully. This trip is on me.” John swiveled on his heel, and caught up with the other men, leaving Ryan standing there about to cry if he wasn’t careful.

[xplrvibes]

Looks like colby has a new play thing👀

I'm gonna be honest, I debated not answering these at all, like I've done in the past with stuff like this.

But I need everyone to read this shit and think about this.

You've got two adult human beings who took a picture together and posted it online. You don't know the one human being AT ALL, and have no idea what her connection is to Colby.

But he put his arm around her for a photo, so now she's been boiled down from a whole ass human being to a "plaything."

Aside from "plaything" being a pretty derogatory way to define someone, the fact that you automatically assume that every person Colby breathes on is someone he's a) fucking and b) breaking the heart of, based on very little evidence, shows that you don't think that much of him, either.

Newsflash: he never promised to save himself for marriage. He is a twenty seven year old, single, good looking man living in LA in 2023. He can fuck if he wants to. He can go on dates if he wants to. He can have friends of opposite genders if he wants to.

Can you all indulge me while I point something out?

Colby spent the entire first half of the year on the shelf with cancer, but since July, there has been ONE (ONE!) girl that he was actually confirmed to have been going on dates with.

ONE.

And DATES. Not girlfriend, not whatever else you wanna throw around - he took her on a few dates and hung out with her here and there. That's it, as far as we know.

Anyone else anyone may think he's had a thing with was all based on the internet taking a tiny little kernel of information (oh, he followed her instagram! oh, he took a picture with her!) and taking the high-speed train to Rumorville with it.

There has been, oh I don't know, ten-ish people that people have freaked out over recently and assumed he was dating for some dumb reason or another.

One of them was Shea, and we're not even going to cover why thats utterly laughable.

One of them was Dana, who he's known and been friends with since the og traphouse days in 2017.

One of them was Kris, cause Kris said she had a crush and it just had to be Colby, cause Colby is a horrible flirt and a frivolous slut, right? Even though it turned out to be that oompa guy and has anyone apologized for going after Colby for that? No? Ok, I'll move on.

One of them was ms singer's friend, simply cause he posted stuff about her on his story.

At least three of them were people he followed recently on instagram - one is a girl rumored to be linked to Jake, one is someone they wound up collabing with, and the other was someone both he and Sam followed after a party (and since Sam is an innocent flower and all of HIS follows are innocent and pure, that should take this girl out of the running here, right? Or should we start talking about Sam's recent follows and activities? Or would that be DISRESPECTFUL TO HIS PRIVACY AND TO HIM AS A HUMAN)

Even if he were dating, hooking up, or fucking all of the above - hell, if he set up a booth on Santa Monica Pier and was dicking down all of LA - why is any of this such a personal offense to some people?

Here's the thing: I get that it's fun to gossip about this stuff. I get it. Sometimes, the speculation and stuff can be fun. But this automatic and almost eager jump to brand this man and any woman he breathes near with a scarlet letter is so...I don't know what the word is, really. Misogynistic? Slut shamey? Puritan?

Weird?

Definitely weird.

[jungle-angel]

Dad!Rhett Abbott Headcannons: Part 1 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

It was pretty tough the first year you guys had adopted Amy as your own

She was still very, very little when you and Rhett officially became her parents

Because it was very clear that Perry could not and would not take care of her. Royal and Cecelia were absolutely pissed beyond words when Perry had left the baby in the Wabang General Store

But it was an absolute blessing that you and Rhett were able to take her. It was actually Cecelia’s idea because even though Rhett had gotten into some shit in the past, he always had his head screwed on straight

And all the better that your dream home in Bozeman was finally done, Rhett knew that Amy would be better off far away from her biological father

So you packed up the week before, putting everything you could into boxes 

And you guys woke up at two in the morning to make the six hour drive. You had never seen Royal cry before, but the thought of you and Rhett leaving with his grandbaby was more than he could handle at that moment

Luckily for the two of you, the Duttons were close to where your land was, so if you needed anything, you could always holler

And when you finally got to the house, you knew it was heaven

Later that day, you had gotten a FaceTime call from Rip, Kayce, Jimmy, Teeter and Colby. They had finished the place for you guys while you and Rhett had to slug your way through the custody battle for Amy

Rhett was almost in tears when he saw what Monica, Beth and Avery had done for Amy’s nursery. It took them at least a month to paint the murals on the walls

Your new home was the first place that Amy learned how to crawl and walk. You and Rhett were constantly sending videos to Royal and Cece 

Some days after you’d come in from the garden or tending the horses, you’d find Rhett asleep on the couch with Amy right on top of him

When she started walking and picking things up? Hilarity was sure to ensue

Like the time Rhett was asleep and she just randomly clunked him between the eyes with the TV remote

Or when she’d hide in the laundry basket and would pop out and scare the shit out of Rhett

And the time she was teething and gnawed on Rhett’s nasty work boots. Rhett felt horrible when she’d cry so he’d take a little bit of the Evan Williams with honey in the cabinet and dab a little on her gums to put her to sleep

When she tried her first Oreo cookie it was the mega-stuffed variety and Amy ended up eating Rhett’s entire stash of Oreos......it did not end well 

You and Rhett were the happiest you’d ever been

Because you were building the best memories you could’ve ever wanted

And ones that you would carry with you for the rest of your days

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

The Dutton Twins

Chapter 2  (This has a time to the end of season 1 beginning of season 2)

I was in the bunkhouse with the boys when the door swung open, I looked up from where I was watching Ryan play poker and saw Kayce entering the bunkhouse “Got an empty bunk?” Kayce asked “Top one in the back.” One of the guys said, I watched my brother before getting up and kissing Ryan’s cheek “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” I said before walking out of the bunkhouse and back to the house, I went up to my room and sat in my window, “Thought you would be down partying with your boyfriend.” Beth said walking and sitting on my bed “Got that wrong.” I laughed leaning my head against the wall “Ryan hurt you?” She questioned me “Fuck no, Ryan would be dead. Three times over.” I laughed smiling “So why you up here, your rarely up here anymore.” She said “Kayce’s down and I still haven’t forgiven him for leaving me.” I said adjusting myself “You two always had your way when ever you two fought. It was either hugging or yelling at each other and I hate to see my little sister be mad at her best friend.” Beth said getting up, I watched her walk out of my room and shut the door. I got up and went back down to the bunk house, when I opened the door everyone looked at me. I walked over to my brothers bunk “Get the fuck up.” I said flicking him “The fuck Bailey?” He questioned confused but getting up “Leave your fucking hat.” I said walking out of the bunkhouse, when Kayce finally came out I punched him the arm “The fuck Bailey?” He asked grabbing his arm “That’s for fucking breaking a damn promise!” I yelled coming back at him, I was ready to beat the shit out of my brother. But he grabbed both my wrists “Bailey the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked me “You left me twice.” I cried, trying to get out of his grip “Twice?” He questioned me “Once when you got her pregnant, the next time when you fucking shot Lees killer.” I spoke, still trying to get away from him “So fuck you Kayce John Dutton.” I said finally getting out of his grip, I went to punch him again but he pulled me in a hug “Kayce let me go.” I screamed struggling against him “Bailey.” He said softly once I stopped fighting him “Look I’m sorry for breaking that promise we made. Dad wanted me to do something I wasn’t going to do that to Monica or our kid.” He spoke, I had no idea what he meant but I nodded my “Let’s get you back to the house.” He said, I nodded my head, both of us walked back to the main house, he took me back up to my room and waited for me to fall asleep 

Third Person 

When Kayce got back everyone was looking at him they all heard Bailey yelling at him, Kayce just walked back to his bunk and went to sleep “What was that about?” Colby asked, “Those two have always had some sort of fight, nothing a little hugging won't fix.” Lloyd said, Ryan got up, but Lloyd didn’t know was going to happen and he didn’t want to know “Ryan sit back down.” Lloyd said, Ryan sat back down but was done playing cards, he was more worried about what he heard outside, the next morning Bailey was down by the barn or near anything “John where’s Bailey she normally jumping when I’m here.” Travis said “Hell if I know.” John laughed “And she normally takes your Goddamn money.” John laughed shaking his head, when Bailey got up she ran down to the barn where everyone, she saw Ryan already had her horse saddled “What were you going to do if I didn’t come down?” She asked looking at him “I was just hoping you would.” Ryan said kissing her cheek “That’s a new one.” Travis said noticing it “Not really.” John laughed, Bailey rode over to Travis and her dad “When did you become old enough to have a boyfriend?” Travis questioned her “When I found someone that could handle a damn barrel racer.” She laughed, Travis shook head laughing “I’ve seen some of the men you date Bailey.” Travis laughed “The men I’ve dated mostly only cared about one thing Travis.” She said holding up a finger “And most of them only last two months.” Travis spoke “One almost made it to a year.” She laughed “Then he met me.” Travis laughed 

Most people didn’t know why Travis and Bailey were close, but John did, it was because Bailey spent two summers on the road with Travis showing horses, he was also the one of the people that was protective over her outside of him or her siblings, so he was used to all this banter, hell she went to college down in Texas and he became some sorta of surgoet brother to her through the year, hell she might be closer to Travis then she was Lee

Ryan was watching the whole thing and had his jaw clenched “Don’t worry they're more like siblings.” Lloyd spoke seeing Ryan “they seem way closer than that.” Ryan spoke “Travis has been there through everything for her, somethings her dad don’t know.” Lloyd said before riding off “Your boyfriend has been eyeing us.” Travis spoke he had noticed Ryan watching them “You should probably tell him why we are so close.” Travis spoke, “I don’t if I’m ready to open that damn can worm again.” She spoke looking at Travis “It’s not a good can of worms but it’s probably the damn reason why we got so close.” Travis smiled at her “Yeah, hell I never thought I would be able to cowgirl again.” She spoke “Scary fucking day.” Travis said, “Hey, I say this a lot but thanks.” She said before heading towards her boyfriend, Travis watched her ride off with a smile “Hey Travis, thanks for being there for her.” John said smiling at him. 

She and Ryan rode next to each other “Sure Travis bring a horse, help us round up some cows.” Travis said, “Travis we’ve done enough horse-trading.” John laughed, soon they got the cattle back and were sorting them, after Ryan caught Bailey as she was putting up her horse “So what’s going on between you and Travis?” Ryan questioned, “Ryan, that's a really big can of worms.” She spoke closing her horse away “Then tell me.” He said softly “Let’s go I ain’t telling you in the damn barn.” She spoke, Ryan followed her to one of the fields near the main house “Okay tell me.” He said “It was a couple years before I came back here, I was rodeoing out in Fort Worth. When my horse at the time got spooked by something, I tried my damn hardest to stay on her but she started bucking and I fell in the dirt. Getting knocked out.” She spoke sighing, getting ready to go through with the next part “Travis one of the first people I saw when I woke in the damn hospital room, told me I was lucky, but my chances of being able to cowgirl again were 50/50, being able to rope again saddle a damn horse myself, I broke my collar bone in two places, took me a damn year to be fucking able to saddle a damn horse again. But Travis was there the whole fucking time I was showing Horse while recovering. We became pretty damn close during that whole year then I packed up, my trailer came back up here to help, and became a livestock agent.” She said looking at him “That still doesn't explain shit.” Ryan said shaking his head “Ryan I wasn’t going to be any fucking help here with only one good arm, can’t fucking saddle my damn horse. I was better at helping show than anything else.” She said she got up “Nothing happened between you and Travis ever?” Ryan questioned, “God fuck no, he’s a fucking brother to me.” She said before walking away “Bailey, I’m sorry for thinking anything else about you two.” He said running after her and grabbing her arm “Ryan, I don’t know why you would think anything different than what it looked like.” She spoke shaking her head “Because it fucking looked different you two laughing about god knows what.” Ryan spoke, “He was surprised I had a damn boyfriend.” She laughed, shaking her head “Why?” Ryan questioned her “Because most of the guys I date are completely dicks, and can’t fucking handle a barrel racer.” She laughed turning back around “Look I didn’t mean for this to be a fight.” Ryan said, “Well you did by fucking questioning me.” She spoke, and Ryan walked after her “I’m sorry I have no right to question who you are friends with.” Ryan spoke it made Bailey turn around with a look of shock “What I don’t.” He said walking up to her “You should be questioning my taste in men before you.” She laughed shaking her head “You ever thought of going back?” He questioned her “Sometimes I loved doing it. I loved showing horses too.” She said looking up at him “I would love to see you do it.” Ryan smiled at her, she grabbed his hand and led him to the house “Where are you taking me?” He questioned, “You said you wanted to see me do what I love.” She spoke,

The next morning Ryan and Bailey were still in her bed “Shit.” She mumbled she didn’t realize she and Ryan had fallen asleep last night watching some of her old rodeo videos “Ryan wake up.” She said hitting him with a pillow “Ow the fuck.” He mumbled “We fell asleep.” She said looking at him “Shit.” Ryan said sitting up, Bailey got ready and Ryan ran down to the bunkhouse to get ready himself, Bailey came downstairs and saw her sister smirking “What?” She questioned “I just saw Ryan running out of here.” She giggled “Sis this aint no walk of shame.” She laughed shrugging on her flannel and grabbing her hat by the door, Bailey walked down and stood next to Ryan “I got so much shit this morning .” Ryan laughed putting his arm around her “Don’t worry baby my sister will give you more shit, since she saw you running out the house this morning.” She laughed, the cowboys were giving Jimmy shit “Jimmy don’t worry this is the best part.” Bailey laughed shaking her head, just as she turned around she saw her dad cappoles on the ground “DAD!” She screamed, she tried running but Ryan pulled her back “Bailey you don’t need to this.” Ryan said bring her head into his chest, Bailey tried to fight against him “Bailey stop.” Ryan whispered into her ear, anyone who wasn’t in the vet trailer was witnessing, what was happening outside, Ryan sat in the dirt leaning against the mental fence, he held Bailey and let her cry it out “It’s okay Bailey.” He whispered “We will follow the chopper to the hospital.” He said soothing down her hair, Ryan looked up and saw kayce “Meet us there Ryan.” He yelled before getting in the chopper “Come on Bailey.” Ryan said, Bailey looked up and her mascara was running down her face “Ryan take her to the hospital to meet the chopper.” Rip said, Ryan nodded both Bailey and Ryan got up, Avery walked over and handed Bailey a package of makeup wipes. The drive to the hospital Bailey was quiet she was wiping off her face with the make up wipes Avery handed her “Nice having a female in the bunkhouse.” Bailey laughed “You do know-?” Ryan was cut off by Bailey “Yeah I know.” Bailey said looking at Ryan “She keeps you guys honest.” Bailey laughed “Oh you already made me an honest man.” Ryan spoke reaching over and grabbing her hand “Tamed a wild cowboy.” She laughed shaking her head, they pulled up to the hospital and met Kayce outside “Kayce what going on with dad?” Bailey questioned “Had an ulcer and apparently it ruptured, but apparently he also had cancer.” Kayce said looking at his little sister “I’m sorry what?” Bailey questioned “How could not tell either of you?” Ryan questioned “I mean you two as of right now seem to inherit it all.” Ryan spoke looking between the two siblings “You might be right.” Kayce spoke looking at the hand “Can I see him?” Bailey questioned “Bailey knowing you will go off if you see him lets wait until he’s home.” Kayce said setting a hand on her shoulder “I’ll see yall back at the ranch.” Kayce spoke

Kayce watched as the couple left and walked back out the door, he liked Ryan he saw how he treated his little sister, oh was Kayce going to have that talk with Ryan. But was Kayce in that position to give that talk to him. 

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[laytonnpcbracket]

Welcome to the Layton NPC Showdown!

This is a bracket to determine which of the many memorable NPCs from across the Professor Layton games are the greatest.

GAMES INCLUDED: Every game except LBMR. Eternal Diva characters are also not included here.

WHAT COUNTS AS AN NPC?: Anyone who doesn't have a puzzle animation. Characters excluded are Layton, Luke, Flora, Clive, Emmy, Randall, Aurora, Des, Espella, Phoenix, Maya, Katrielle, Ernest, Sherl, Hastings, and Emiliana.

WILL THERE BE NOMINATIONS?: Nope! Every NPC will be included.

WHAT ABOUT THE LAYTONMOBILE/MOLENTARY EXPRESS?: No vehicles. Not characters.

WHAT ABOUT THE PUZZLE LADS/LASSES?: I only plan on including characters that we can speak to in-game, so no Puzzle Lads or Lasses. Sorry to the people who like them 😔

WHICH CHARACTERS ARE INCLUDED, THEN?: Anyone who isn't an exception listed above that is in the profiles of the game! A full list is enclosed below.

WHEN WILL THE TOURNAMENT START?: More information forthcoming on that! I have to seed the bracket first :)

WHY IS NAIYA YOUR ICON?: In my opinion, she's one of the more underrated NPCs of the series. I'll probably cycle through some of the ones I have available to me right now.

WHAT CRITERIA SHOULD I VOTE ON?: Whatever makes you happy :)

ARE ALTER EGOS SEPERATE CHARACTERS?: No. For instance, Ratman is not included because his secret identity is in the tournament.

US OR UK NAMES?: I will try to make available as many names for the NPCs as possible! Which includes their Japanese names and as many names in the localizations as I am able to obtain from the wiki and my own sources. I'll probably reliably have the English (both versions where applicable), Japanese, and French names for every character when I do the bracket rounds. The list below however is entirely in English.

And now for a list of the entries! I didn't check all of these for inconsistencies, but I attempted to ascertain that I used the US versions. Some of them might be UK versions though because that's the version of the game I have (specifically Diabolical Box NPCs and Last Specter NPCs -- I know some of their US names but not all).

Franco

Stachenscarfen

Ingrid

Percy

Marco

Ramon

Matthew

Lady Dahlia Reinhold

Gordon Reinhold

Simon Reinhold

Claudia

Beatrice

Deke

Agnes

Pauly

Crouton

Flick

Rodney

Chelmey

Lucy

Zappone

Gerard

Jarvis

Adrea

Pavel

Crumm

Prosciutto

Archibald

Sylvain

Martha

Giuseppe

Augustus Reinhold

Granny Riddleton

Don Paolo

Bruno

Andrew Schrader

Anton Herzen

Katia Anderson

Sophia

Mr. Anderson

Beluga

Sammy Thunder

Macaroon

Chester

Babette

Tom

Ilyana

Geoff

Garland

Nigel

Jacques

Barton

Grousley

Steve

Capone

Mitzi

Lili

Sally

Marjorie

Conrad

Karla

Romie

Dorothea

Clabber

Oscar

Nick

Gabe

Balsa

Wurtzer

Lopez

Laurel

Parcelle

Lulu

Albert

Madeline

Remy

Angus

Kostya

Dylan

Joseph

Rory

Lila

Damon

Felix

Niles

Duke

Hopper

Olson

Derby

Dawson

Joanie

Krantz

Grinko

Marina

Opal

Ray

Gregorio

Narice

Gertie

Hamster

Precious

Winston

Claire

Dimitri Allen

Bill Hawks

Spring

Cogg

Dean Delmona

Shipley

Puzzlette

Beasley

Parrot

Subject 3

Bostro

Family Goon

Lockjaw

Splinters

Marzano

Layman

Fisheye

Silky

Shmelmey

Shmarton

Ward

Smith

Florence

Vito

Art

Niklaus

Anita

Alfie

Hazel (UF)

Adeline

Max

Becky

Margaret

Pallard

Dupree

Natalia

Harold

Horace

Hardy

Cuthbert

Segal

Catanova

Rosetta

Colby

Rudolph

Misha

Dylan

Viv

Pepper

Checker

Avogadro

Maya (UF)

Myrtle

Belle

Graham

Slate

Ernest (UF)

Berta

Minnie

Paige

Raleigh

Beacon

Mark

Rosa

Grosky

Keats

Clark Triton

Brenda Triton

Arianna Barde

Tony Barde

Doland Noble

Levin Jakes

Loosha

Toppy

Crow

Marilyn

Roddy

Scraps

Tweeds

Wren

Socket

Louis

Badger

Aldus

Charlie

Jasmine

Bucky

Fische

Beth

Mido

Clarence

Joe

Molly

Marion

Browne

Hugo

Dominica

Paddy

Brock

Aunt Taffy

Shackwell

Greppe

Goosey

Mimi

Hans Jakes

Maggie

Yamada

Sean

Olga

Finch

Sebastian

Cornelius

Chappy

Hannah

Mick

Colby

Monica

Thomas

Nate

Ewan

Chief Engineer

Naiya

Chippe

Bram

Ghent

Nordic

Gilbert

Roland Layton

Lucille Layton

Henry Ledore

Angela Ledore

Alphonse Dalston

Leonard Bloom

Sheffield

Billson

Mrs Ascot

Pascal

Guy

Lapushka

Gustav

Gonzales

Drake

Tyrone

Sterling

Mordy

Collette

Maurice

Juggles

Puck

Yukkles

Murphy

Cookie

Tanya

Firth

Madelaine

Stumble

Artie

Michelle

Nils

Frankie

Conner

Humbert

Policeman (MM)

Yuming

Esther

Lionel

Doug

Mr. Collins

Leon Bronev

Raymond

Prima

Harald

Donna

Mascha

Georg

Mackintosh

Solveig

Erik

Hazel (AL)

Igor

Sonya

Moos

Larisa

Karpin

Boris

Dariya

Pavlova

Carmichael

Amelie Chelmey

Policeman (AL)

Tommy

Morel

Chestnut

Amanita

Blewitt

Chanterelle

Button

Lepidella

Bud

Javier

Benny

Miranda

Martine

Barbara

Ruby

Scarlett

Flint

Old Red

Jesse

Derringer

Julien

Romilda

Sheppard

Piet

Felicia

Rik

Beatrix

Umid

Banu

Dana

Temir

Mehri

Nassir

Adler

Robin

Macaw

Plover

Grouse

Gannet

Swift

Carmine Accidenti

Olivia Aldente

Allan

Bardly

Zacharias Barnham

Newton Belduke

Birdly

Boistrum

Cecil

Cinderellia

Constantine

Cracker

Cutter

Darklaw

Dewey

Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil

Patty Eclaire

Eve (cat)

Flynch

Foxy

Jean Greyerl

Hoot

Judge

Kira

Knight Captain

Knightle

Lottalance

Lyewood

Lettie Mailer

Balmung

Mary

Muffet

Muggs

Ridelle Mystere

Nozey

Petal

Petter

Ms Primstone

Emeer Punchenbaug

Robbs

Old Rootie

Rouge

Servius

Shakey

Johnny Smiles

Snowy

Storyteller

Tuggit

Price

Wordsmith

Pipper Lowonida

Phineas Barnone

Madame Doublée

Liza Wight

Grant Sloans

Cesar Chance

Mustafa Fulhold

Hans Lipski

Aleks Lipski

Maverick D. Rector

Seymore Fraymes

The Major

Eddie Torre

Hayes

Maid

Wooooster

Bianca Teller

Security Guard

Shadee

Taboras Lloyd

Douglas Dert

Ratboy

Mo Heecan

Mrs Slow the Tailor

Midas Pullman

Declan Swabber

Abel Seamon

Felicity Hastings

Gene Ohm

Billy Kidd

Royall Britannias

Clover Pryce

PC Beate

DC Booker

Waiter

Séan Butchin

Bo Bells

Hessie Tate

Benjy

Bess

Keane Fisher

Bob Bracket

Stripey

Patch

Cat

Yapper

Gudrun Weldon

[februarysprada]

LONELINESS

Description: A lonesome female attends a chaotic party yearning for a friendship till an uninvited guest comes and saves the day.

(Photos credited to their respective owners)

*I’m introducing a new thing on my page, these are short stories that I really wanted to show to you all because I feel like they’ll never see the light of day for anyone. I just feel weird keeping them unpublished for long periods of time, wondering when someone will cherish it just as much as I have been.

*I’ve written most of these back in high school so, a lot of my vocabulary and myself as a person has developed since, then. I’m basically saying my ideas haven’t been the same as it was before.

*I hope you enjoy this, if you have any questions. Feel free to direct message me! I wrote this story at a time when my mental health was declining as well as COVID-19 was happening. As I’m sure, everyone has undergone the exact experience in the duration of it.

*I also hope that this story makes you feel some type of way, where it’s okay to feel sad and alone. It’s okay to feel emotions because you’re still human!

*Just a side note: this is not a ‘fan fiction,’ I’m using Colby Brock as a face claim that includes everybody else!

Character names:

Maude Apatow as Ella Jennings

Colby Brock as Devin Rey

Gideon Aldon as Brittany Hale

Taken Place:

Santa Monica, California 2019

Chapters:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 10: Pick Me Up

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

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

* Warnings: language, sad Kayce and sad Stella

* Word count: 3,139ish

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

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! This one is a bit of a filler, but some semi-important information is mentioned about our girl Stella.

Stella hopped off one of the newly acquired geldings. She’d been working with him for a good part of the morning. She started with some ground work to see what level he was at, and moved up from there. All of that took time and patience. John had gotten him from Travis, so the gelding had been started and taught manners for the most part. John had chosen the horse that was the greenest though to give Kayce something to work with.

She felt a presence behind her and turned to see who was hovering. It was her brother. ‘I should’ve expected as much.’ She smiled at him. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Ryan remained stoic. The silence between the siblings was awkward.

“You wanna yell at me and get it over with?”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “No, I don't want to yell at you.”

“Then what is it?”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Like I said, I don’t have an answer for you.” She shrugged, struggling to come up with an explanation. “I was just frustrated and over all of it. Rip just opened his mouth at the wrong time.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean go and try to fight him.”

“I know. It was dumb. Lesson has been learned. And I wasn’t even really fighting him.”

Ryan studied his little sister’s movement when she turned back around to readjust her hold on the gelding’s reins. He could tell she was tired mentally. It had been a rough month for everyone. “You doing okay? You’re not bottling anything up, right?”

“Yeah. I’m okay. I’ve had time to do some soul searching since I can’t be here all the time.” She smiled at Ryan and Colby joined them. “Promise.”

“In one day?” Ryan asked.

“Being a cowboy is a lonely life, brub, so yeah.”

“You haven’t even talked to Kayce?”

“No. He’s busy with Monica. He doesn’t need to hear about my troubles or what I’ve gotten myself into.” Stella scratched her head. “He would worry and he’s already doing enough of that.”

“How’s the horse coming?” Colby asked to disrupt the solemn turn the conversation had taken.

“Which one?” She chuckled. “There’s two I’m working.”

“I meant, what did you name him?” Colby shook his head. “Kayce’s horse?”

“Oh,” she laughed, “Tank. He’s good. You boys are just scared to use him.”

“Stella!” Rip bellowed from across the yard interrupting them.

She sighed and turned to face her latest annoyance. “Yes dearest Rip?”

“Quit mingling. Finish up with that horse and go home.”

Stella pulled her bottom lip in with her teeth. She fought with every fiber of her being to keep her mouth shut. “Alright.” She said through her teeth. Looking at Ryan and Colby, she nodded her goodbye and began to walk off. Hooves could be heard behind her, which caused her to stop the gelding.

“I need you tomorrow morning. We need all hands on deck because of that bear.”

Stella sighed. “How early?”

“Early. We have to either take care of it, or haze it out.”

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

Stella walked in through her door with a huff. This whole coming back home right away was really killing her vibe. She understood the reasons, and knew that the rules were the rules, but it didn’t make it suck any less.

She dropped her keys on the small end table in the entryway and hung her backpack and coat on one of the coat hooks. The silence in her house was annoying to her. She went into her living room and turned on her sage green vinyl player. The last record that she had on there was the greatest hits of B.B. King. She smiled at The Thrill Is Gone coming through the speakers.

Once there was background noise she went back to the entryway and took off her boots. She made her way to the kitchen because she was hungry. She had some leftovers in the fridge that she could heat up. ‘It's better than nothing, babe.’

Stella set to work on heating the food up. She hummed along to the music in the background and tried to decompress from the craziness of the day. The smell of chicken rice blossomed in the kitchen as it crackled in the microwave. As she got a drink out of the fridge, the microwave beeped behind her. She placed her drink on the table and turned to grab the bowl and sat down to dig in.

Stella took the last bite of the chicken rice and made a face. Since she was still banned from the ranch during off work hours, that meant no dinner there too. She was good in the kitchen, but nowhere near as good as Gator.

‘You're banned, you hear me? Until further notice!’ Rip’s words echoed in the silence of her mind. It was so loud it almost was as if it tore through the whole house. Rip was stubborn, but so was she. Petty even. Spiteful enough to drag the problem into the ground and below the earth's crust. Her phone buzzed from its spot on the table and distracted her from the hateful thought pattern. It was probably her brother.

Stella

It was Kayce. The tone of the text felt wrong from the second she saw her name. The device buzzed in her hand again.

Please come help

She pulled her brows together and her heart sped up.

Blonquist Motel room 5

That was between her house and the hospital. Her eyes rounded as she realized. ‘Shit, Monica.’ Stella stood from the kitchen table, grabbed her bowl, and dropped it in the sink.

She quickly made her way through the downstairs of her house and turned off the lights as she went. The lamp at the entryway table stayed lit for her later. More of Rip’s words ran through her head. ‘Kayce will be the death of you and you’re in denial about it.’ She shook her head to rid it of the heavy words from Rip. Tucking her feet into her boots she threw on her dark green Carhartt, grabbed her keys and backpack and was out the door.

The motel was dimly lit off the side of the highway. To anyone not from here, they would look at it and think that it’s definitely a serial killer’s playground. To Stella, it was familiar. Safe. She’d stayed here plenty when Monica was in the hospital when Tate was born.

She spotted Kayce’s truck from the road, and gently turned into the driveway. As she pulled up next to his truck, her headlights illuminated him sitting in one of the chairs outside the room.

As quick as the wind she threw her car in park, turned it off and raced over to Kayce as he stood from his seat. She wrapped him in a hug so tight, he almost thought he couldn’t breathe. Kayce’s arms wound their way around her. He started to tremble with unshed tears. Stella rubbed his back. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything's gonna be fine. Let it out, cowboy. I’m here.” She whispered.

Kayce relaxed into her hug and the tears started to fall as he answered her unasked question, mumbling into her shoulder. “We got her home. Everything was okay. We were talking outside and then she fell.” Kayce sniffled. “It all happened so fast. I thought she died.”

Stella pulled back and looked up at him under his hat. “Hey stop thinkin’ like that! She’s strong and stubborn. Hell, she married you.” Stella laughed. “She’s gonna be just fine and come home to you and your little boy.” They pulled apart, Kayce still sniffling and Stella playing with the end of her jacket sleeve.

“So tell me what I can do for you to make things easier right now. Do you want me to take Tate to his grandpa, stay here with him while you go to Monica in the mornin’?” She trailed off not wanting to overwhelm him with suggestions.

Kayce looked around, trying to get his jumbled brain straight. “Uh, can you come to the hospital with us in the mornin’ to sit with him? He got upset by himself the last time we were there.”

“Of course, cowboy.” She turned to walk to her SUV.

“What are you doin’?”

The trunk hatch opened and shut before she answered. Stella poked around the side of her vehicle and held out something. Kayce squinted in the dark of the parking lot. “I’m gettin’ my sleeping bag.”

“Oh.” He smiled softly. “You ain’t gotta do that. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Stella scoffed. “No sir you will not. If those designer bags under your eyes are any indication, you need that bed more than I do.”

The door opened behind Kayce and a small voice called out. “Dad?”

Stella quickly put on a face for Tate. “Hey buddy.”

“Aunt Stella? What’re you doing here?” The little boy screwed up his face.

“I’m gonna keep you boys company and go with you to see your mom in the mornin’.”

“Oh okay.” He looked sad at the mention of his mother.

Stella pushed past Kayce and into the room. “Hey, do you wanna help me get my sleeping bag set up on the floor?”

Kayce smiled at the tender moment of his best friend doing her best to distract his son. He followed them into the room and shut the door. Clicking the lock into place, he walked fully into the room and sat on the corner of the bed. He watched Stella talking idly to his son, listening intently when he responded or asked questions keeping his mind busy.

The friends made eye contact over his son’s head and he looked at his invisible watch. “Hey bud,” Kayce started to catch Tate’s attention.

There was a small groan from the boy. Stella watched him roll his eyes when he turned to face his dad. She smirked at that. ‘I gotta stop rolling my eyes around him.’ He was definitely picking up on it quickly.

“Yes dad?” There was a little huff after he asked.

“We’ve got an early morning tomorrow. We should all probably hit the hay.”

The little boy headed toward the bed he’d chosen for himself. Stella piped up. “Ah ah. Head for the bathroom, mister.” Tate stopped walking and turned to face his “aunt”. “Your mother would murder me if I didn’t have you at least brush your teeth and wash your face.”

“But I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“But you forget, dear nephew, I come prepared for anything.” Stella marched out to her car and into the trunk to grab the bathroom essentials emergency kit. It had a couple toothbrushes, some travel sized toothpaste, face wash, q-tips, feminine hygiene.

Tate squinted trying to read what the bag said. “Bag of,” he trailed off.

“Bag of tricks, kiddo. Here,” Stella handed him the travel bag. “Now go wash up please.” She smiled watching him walk away. A hand on her elbow made her turn and find Kayce coming in for a hug. “Oh, hey.” She let him settle into her. “Everything is gonna be alright Kace. There’s also a toothbrush for you too. I expect you to wash away the gross vibes from today.”

Kayce pulled back. “You tryin’ to say I smell?”

“Good lord no. I’ve lived in the bunkhouse. I’ve smelled way worse,” she laughed. “But we’re gonna change the outcome by washing away the gross.”

“Thank you Stell.”

“Of course, cowboy.”

The bathroom door opened and Tate meandered his way over to his bed. Kayce made his way over to tuck him in. Stella chose to leave the boys be and go wash up.

“Psst.” Kayce whispered to Stella. She jerked, but didn’t wake up. He stood, careful to not make too much noise and wake Tate up. When he was sure his son was still fast asleep, he moved silently over to his friend on the floor. He leaned toward her face. “Stella.” He poked her shoulder trying to elicit a response.

Stella jumped and gasped while her eyes shot open. Seeing Kayce standing above her in the dim light filtering in through the thin curtains made her heart slow down. She quietly groaned as she sat up. Reaching for her glasses, she squinted at her best friend.

“What?” She asked low pitched assuming they were whispering because Tate was finally asleep. Instead of verbalizing an answer, Stella watched as Kayce nodded his head to the outside.

She sighed and flipped the top of her sleeping bag off her legs. With a quiet grumble she stood, grabbing her coat and boots. Kayce had left the door cracked. Stella looked back to make sure she hadn’t woken Tate up. When she saw his breathing hadn’t changed, she made her way out to the sidewalk and shut the door gently behind her.

When the door clicked her heart dropped. She closed her eyes. “Please for the love of god tell me you have the room key.”

Kayce chuckled. “Yeah Stellee, I do.” He wiggled the key in his hand before he shoved his hand back in the warm refuge of his pocket. “Here lemme steal you a chair.” He walked briskly over to the neighboring room and stole it to sit next to the one for his room.

Stella sank down into the plastic chair stiffly and tucked herself into her coat, followed by Kayce sitting next to her. She looked out to the road with a thousand yard stare. Rip’s words bounced around in her head. “How the hell did we wind up in this mess Kace?”

Kayce tapped on the arm of his chair. He wasn’t sure how to answer her. It always seemed to be him that caused a ruckus, and Stella was stuck in the middle somehow. “I dunno. I’m sorry for involving you.”

A dissatisfied frown took over her face and she groaned. “That sounds like Rip.”

“It is.” There was a long pause that followed his admission, which caused Stella to look at him. “He’s right, you know?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, not you too.” She huffed and made a motion to stand back up. “If that’s what you brought me out here for, I’m going back to bed and you can fuck off.”

Kayce’s arm shot out to stop her. “No no no. Wait.” His eyes pleaded with her. When she semi-relaxed back he continued. “I’ve gotten you and Monica mixed up in a bunch of shit that you don’t deserve. I’m not good for people.”

“Kayce John, that is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard you say in my entire life! And I’ve heard you say some dumb shit.” She locked eyes with him. Angry eyebrows furrowed. “I’m an adult. I know what I’m signing up for. You don’t force me to do anything.” She sat on the edge of the chair. “What you were being held for the other day was a bit much, but I still chose to show up. Monica is a grown ass woman too, and it wasn’t even your fault she tried to break that fight up at her school.”

“I know, but—,” Stella interrupted him.

“—but nothing, Kayce. No matter what Rip has up his ass right now, I will always choose you. No matter the lifetime, but I’m glad it was this one.” Silence fell over the two of them. It was heavy and thick with the confession. “I always have.” Stella finished softly. She slumped back against the chair. “He’s just gonna have to get over it. I’m tired of hearin’ his voice in my head. My brother has.”

Kayce observed her. “Is he giving you a hard time?”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I might get myself into a heap of trouble doing it, but I can manage it.”

“Whattaya mean?”

“I’m banned except for doing my job. He and I got into it after you left. He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, with him being in a sour mood from the morning and all. He handed me my ass, and then I talked to your dad. Who offered me an interesting position, by the way.” She changed subjects quickly, hoping to avoid Kayce noticing she said Rip handed her ass to her.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Did he hurt you?”

‘Damn it.’ Stella scratched her forehead. “No Kayce. Just knocked the wind outta me. It’s fine.”

“If he tries it again, you tell me.”

“I will do nothing of the sort. But anyway,” she shuffled in the chair. “Your dad offered me a new position. And asked me my opinion on money and business outlook.”

Kayce huffed at her ignoring the problem at hand and decided to play along. “Oh, did he now? What is it?”

“Helping you with the horses and being in charge of broodmares if he chooses to get involved in that. He’s doing some research into it.” She sniffed, her nose running from the cold. “So you were right. He did have something better in mind. Even though you stole my previous position.” She smirked at him while shoving his leg with her booted foot.

“Hey now…,” he grabbed her foot and gently pushed it back.

“It’s fine. He wants you around more.” She bit her lip, not sure if she should have admitted that. “Probably for your own safety. Especially if you’re gonna take over the ranch one day.”

“Now hold on, I don’t know about all that.”

She held her hands up in surrender. “I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m just talking.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I want that cursed ranch.”

“And that’s a decision you’ll make when you’re ready. And that’s fine. I’m here whatever you decide.”

Kayce locked eyes with her, spellbound as to how he ended up so lucky to have someone like Stella in his corner. “I never did get to say thank you for the other day.”

Stella looked away when she felt a blush heat her cheeks. She shrugged. “Nah, it was nothing. It’s not like they’re gonna take me to jail for trying to get you home. I had nothin’ to lose. Except for some dignity when they told me no and then I had to talk to Jamie.”

Kayce actually laughed. “Why do you hate him so bad.”

“I don’t hate him. I just wanna punch him.” Stella looked at him doe eyed. “A couple hundred times.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you still had a thing for him.”

“I have never had a thing for your brother. Good Christ. It was never him.”

“So there was someone though.”

“Oh my god we’re not having that conversation, Kayce.”

“I’m gonna find out, you know.”

“Yeah, good luck with that cowboy.” Stella stood and placed the neighbor’s chair back. “Let’s go. Time for bed.”

[lewmagoo]

Leah my friend?? If you're ok with me sending in some werewolf!rhett thoughts/thots, I'd be more than happy too. I'm so sorry if I keep spamming your inbox and spamming with the same thing over and over again (sometimes I'm afraid to send things in because I'm afraid of being pesky or that I'm sharing the same thoughts/thots with everybody and their mother).

I don't know if you've seen Yellowstone or not but lately I've been thinking about the Abbott pack being really, really close with the Duttons who are one of the most powerful packs in both Wyoming and Montana. Prepare yourself for some Perry slander because oh do I have a ton of it.

You and Rhett adopted Amy as a newborn (Rhett was very, very snuggly with her in his wolf form) but Perry was always snooping around the property even though you and Rhett took custody of her literally the moment she entered the world. After shit went down with Perry, the clan up north in Bozeman called you to come and join them to protect the land up there from both Perry and Jaime.

Oh but it gets absolutely hilarious when yours and Rhett's pups all get in with John, Thomas and Mo's grandkids. They're always out in the woods, especially at the full moon causing trouble when the grown ups are either on the prowl or off somewhere.

One night, much to your surprise, you, Beth and Monica are all coming back from a night walk and you see three male wolves, each carrying a pup or two in their mouths by the scruffs of their necks. You and the girls all are wondering what could've happened when Rhett begins rattling off what they did. For instance:

"This little shithead rolled in a pile of horse shit" (Amy)

"This little shithead took a dive in the crick" (Rip and Beth's son Joey)

"This little shithead almost ran through poison oak" (Kayce and Monica's boy, Tate)

"And this little shithead tried to chase after a skunk.....and got sprayed" (Thomas's granddaughter, Teona)

It gets even worse when John, Royal, Thomas Mo and Lloyd, the elders of the pack, all get word that Perry and Jaime have teamed up and are sneaking around. John thinks it's time that the grandpups all have some kind of pouncing lessons......basically it turns into that scene in The Lion King where Mufasa is teaching Simba how to pounce. Yeah the hands (Teeter, Jimmy, Avery, Colby and Ryan) were a little less than pleased when they became the pups' first victims.

I'm just gonna stop right there Leah. I apologize greatly if I sent in a bunch of asks that have this same idea or shared them with others. If you ever wanna talk Perry slander at any point I'd be more than happy to do so. And as always, I appreciate whenever you guys take the time to read and reply back, it means alot.

----Mary

i am all for the pups going after perry and jamie (i don’t watch yellowstone but i know he’s no good at least lol). tear ‘em up, kids! 👹