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🐴 Kayce Dutton🐴
LEE DUTTON (1)
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The first thing anyone ever said about you and Lee Dutton was that you made sense.
Not in the way storms make sense over the Montana plains or the way cattle follow a fence line, but in a quieter, steadier way. Like two things that had always belonged together and somehow found their way back, no matter how far they wandered.
You met him as children, at school, you don’t remember the specifics. You can’t remember a life before Lee. Before legacy meant land and blood and sacrifice. Back then it was just dust under your boots, scraped knees, and Lee grinning at you with a missing tooth, holding out a hand like you were already his.
You took it.
And you never really let go.
By the time you were teenagers, people had stopped asking if you were together. They just assumed. Lee didn’t talk much, never had, but everyone knew where he stood when it came to you. It was in the way he looked at you across a crowded room, like everything else blurred out. In the way he stood just a little closer than necessary, like the world might try to take you if he didn’t.
He loved the ranch with a kind of devotion that ran bone-deep. Early mornings, long rides, the smell of leather and hay and sweat. That was where he was most himself. But numbers, contracts, negotiations, those things never sat right with him. He could do them if he had to, but they didn’t belong to him the way the land did.
That was where you came in.
You understood the business side. The paperwork, the meetings, the careful balance it took to keep something like the Yellowstone alive in a world that kept trying to swallow it whole. Where Lee was instinct and grit, you were strategy and clarity. Together, you fit the shape of the future John Dutton wanted for the ranch.
He trusted you. Not just because you were capable, but because you loved it too. Maybe not in the same way Lee did, but enough to fight for it.
And you loved his family like they were your own.
Beth, sharp and unyielding, had always respected you. Not easily given, that kind of respect, but you earned it. You never flinched when she tested you, never backed down, and never tried to be anything but yourself. Somewhere along the way, it turned into something softer. Not quite sisterhood, but close.
Jamie was easier in some ways. You understood him better than most people did, saw the pressure he carried even when he tried to hide it. You were kind to him without pity, and he never forgot that.
And Kayce…
Kayce had been just a kid when you started coming around. Dirt-smudged, stubborn, always trying to keep up with Lee. You’d patched him up more times than anyone could count, sat with him when he got in trouble, talked him through things he couldn’t say out loud. By the time he left for the army, he already saw you as something steady in his life. Despite what happened with his father, you made sure he was ok, and made sure he knew someone was on his side. It was because of you that he and Lee didn’t fall completely out of touch.
While he was gone, you made sure Monica and Tate were never alone. You brought groceries, fixed things around the house, sat on the porch with Monica when the nights got too quiet. You never made it a big thing. You just showed up.
That was who you were.
And Lee loved you for it.
He loved you for everything.
The day he came home and found you on the couch, something felt off before he even understood why.
The house was too quiet.
You were sitting there, shoulders drawn in, your gaze fixed on your hands. Your wedding ring caught the light as you twisted it over and over again, like you were trying to wear a groove into your own skin.
“Hey,” he said, easy and familiar, kicking off his boots by the door.
You didn’t answer.
Lee didn’t notice right away. He moved through the motions of coming home, muscle memory guiding him. Hat set down. Shirt pulled off. A glass poured from the bottle he kept on the counter.
It wasn’t until he leaned back against the kitchen and glanced toward you again that something in his chest tightened.
You hadn’t moved.
“Baby?” he called, softer this time.
Your head lifted.
“Lee.”
Your voice broke on his name.
Everything in him went still.
He crossed the room in a few long steps, setting the glass down without thinking. When he reached you, he sat beside you, close enough that your knees brushed. His hand came up automatically, reaching for you, pulling you in.
You pushed him away.
Not hard. But firm enough to stop him.
Lee froze.
You had never done that before.
“Hey,” he said quietly, confusion threading through the word. “What’s wrong?”
You swallowed, your fingers tightening around your ring.
“I went to the doctor,” you said.
The words landed heavy between you.
Lee didn’t interrupt. He just watched you, his expression sharpening, all his attention locked on you now.
“I… I’ve been noticing things,” you continued, your voice trembling despite your effort to steady it. “Changes. I thought it was nothing at first but… it wasn’t nothing.”
Your breath hitched.
“They ran tests. More tests.”
Lee’s jaw tightened. “And?”
You looked at him then, really looked at him, like you were trying to memorize his face before everything changed.
“It’s ovarian cancer.”
The room went silent.
Not the kind of quiet that felt peaceful. The kind that pressed in from all sides, thick and suffocating.
Lee didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
For a moment, it was like the words hadn’t reached him yet.
“They caught it early,” you rushed to add, the words tumbling out. “It hasn’t spread too far. The doctors think… they think surgery will take care of it. A hysterectomy.”
That seemed to reach him.
Lee blinked once, then again, like he was forcing himself back into his own body.
“Okay,” he said, his voice low, steady in a way that didn’t quite match the storm behind his eyes. “Okay. That’s… that’s good, right? They caught it early.”
You let out a small, broken laugh.
“Lee…”
He reached for you again, slower this time, giving you space to pull away if you wanted to.
You didn’t.
His hand closed around yours, rough and warm and grounding.
“You’re gonna be okay,” he said, more certain now. “We’ll do the surgery. We’ll do whatever they say. We’ll get through it.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks.
“I won’t be able to have children,” you whispered.
The words shattered something in the air.
Lee’s grip on your hand tightened.
“I… I won’t give you a family,” you went on, your voice cracking. “No kids to take over the ranch. No one to carry your name the way your father expects. The way you deserve.”
He shook his head immediately.
“I don’t care.”
You stared at him.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” he said, firm now, no hesitation. “I mean it.”
“Lee, this ranch… your whole life is about-”
“My life is you.”
The words cut through everything else.
You went still.
He shifted closer, his other hand coming up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him.
“I love this ranch,” he said, his voice steady, grounded. “You know I do. But it ain’t worth a damn thing if you’re not here with me.”
Your breath hitched.
“I’d rather have you,” he continued, softer now, his thumb brushing under your eye, catching your tears. “I’d rather have you and no kids, no legacy, none of it… than lose you over something that ain’t even here yet.”
“I wanted to give you that,” you whispered. “I wanted to give you everything.”
“You already did.”
He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment like he was drawing strength from you.
“You gave me a life,” he said. “Since we were kids, it’s always been you. I never wanted anything else.”
You shook your head weakly. “You didn’t sign up for this, Lee.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you again, something fierce settling into his expression.
“Yeah,” he said. “I did.”
You frowned, tears still falling.
“The first day I saw you,” he answered simply. “When I asked you to marry me. When I stood there and promised you I was in it for life. Sickness and health. All of it.”
Your chest tightened.
“That wasn’t just words to me,” he added. “That was the truth.”
You let out a shaky breath, your hand coming up to grip his shirt like you needed something solid to hold onto.
“I’m scared,” you admitted.
“I know,” he said.
His arms came around you then, strong and unyielding, pulling you into him. This time, you didn’t resist. You pressed your face into his chest, letting yourself break against him.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured into your hair. “We’ll face it together.”
You clung to him tighter.
“And the ranch?” you asked quietly.
He let out a breath.
“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “Same way we always do. You and me.”
A small, fragile piece of calm settled inside you.
Because that had always been true.
You and Lee.
Side by side.
Unstoppable, just like John believed.
Not because everything was easy.
But because no matter what came, you chose each other first.
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The surgery had gone as well as anyone could have hoped.
For a while, it even felt like life had settled back into something recognizable.
The doctors said the same thing at every checkup. Clear. No signs. You’re doing well.
Lee held onto those words like they were something solid, something he could build a future on. And you let him. You smiled when the doctors smiled, squeezed his hand when they gave you good news, and walked out of those rooms like maybe you had beaten something that didn’t get beaten.
You went back to the ranch. Back to the rhythm of things.
You still handled the business side when you could, papers spread out across the table, your handwriting steady even when your body wasn’t. Lee would come in smelling like sun and leather, leaning over your shoulder to look at things he didn’t fully understand, just because it mattered to you.
Sometimes he’d press a kiss to your temple and say, “Looks complicated.”
And you’d smile, leaning into him. “That’s why you have me.”
“Yeah,” he’d murmur. “Got real lucky there.”
Those were good days.
They felt almost normal.
Until they weren’t.
It started small again. The same quiet signs. The same things you tried to ignore until you couldn’t.
This time, the doctor didn’t smile.
This time, the word came back heavier.
It’s back.
And this time, it wasn’t something you could outrun.
You didn’t tell many people.
You didn’t want to.
Lee knew, of course. He had been there, sitting beside you, his hand wrapped around yours so tight it almost hurt. He didn’t say much then either. Just nodded, asked what needed to be done, and held onto you like if he didn’t, you might slip away right there in that sterile room.
You chose to keep it quiet.
Because that was who you were.
Because you didn’t want to become something people whispered about.
Because you wanted whatever time you had left to still feel like yours.
When Kayce came back to the ranch, it was like something long held apart finally eased.
He had Tate with him, the boy’s laughter echoing across the yard as he ran ahead, small boots kicking up dust.
Lee saw them first.
For a second, he just stood there.
Then Kayce stopped too.
There had been distance between them. Years of it. Not from anger on Lee’s part, never that. Lee had always been steady, the kind of man who didn’t chase after someone who asked for space, but never closed the door either.
Kayce had been the one to pull away.
But when their eyes met, none of that seemed to matter.
Lee walked forward first.
Kayce met him halfway.
And then they were hugging like no time had passed at all, clapping each other on the back, shoulders knocking together in that quiet, familiar way.
“About time,” Lee muttered.
Kayce huffed a small laugh. “Yeah.”
It was simple.
That was all it needed to be.
You watched it from the porch.
Wrapped in a blanket despite the warmth of the sun, your body thinner now, your face pale where it used to glow. Your hair was gone, but there was still something strong in the way you held yourself, something unbroken.
The sunlight touched your face and for a moment, you just closed your eyes and let it.
You wished Beth were here.
“Hey!”
Tate’s voice cut through the air, bright and excited.
You opened your eyes just in time to see him waving at you with both arms.
That caught their attention.
Kayce turned first.
Then Lee.
The moment Lee saw you standing there, something in his expression softened instantly. That same look he had always given you, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Kayce’s brow furrowed.
“What happened?” he asked, glancing between you and Lee. “Monica said she was better.”
Lee didn’t answer right away.
He just shook his head, a small, sad smile pulling at his mouth.
“She’s real sick,” he said quietly. “But she’ll get through it.”
Kayce stilled.
“I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t want people knowing,” Lee replied. “You know her.”
Kayce did.
He looked back at you, and something in his chest tightened in a way he wasn’t prepared for.
You weren’t supposed to look like that.
Not you.
Lee was already moving, jogging toward the porch when he saw you take your first careful step down.
“Hey, easy,” he called, his voice gentler now.
You smiled at him, small and soft.
“I’m okay.”
But he was already there anyway.
Always there.
Behind them, Jaime stepped closer to Kayce, giving his shoulder a quiet pat.
Kayce didn’t take his eyes off you.
It hit him then, sharp and sudden, the weight of what Lee hadn’t said.
You reached the bottom of the steps just as Lee steadied you.
Kayce walked over, slower now.
When you hugged him, it was gentle, your arms lighter than he remembered, but the warmth was still there.
“Hey,” you said softly.
“Hey,” he answered, his voice rough.
For a moment, he was a kid again, standing in front of you with scraped knees, waiting for you to tell him it was going to be okay.
“Boys are going fishing,” you said, glancing between them, a hint of your old brightness slipping through. “Sounds nice.”
“You should come,” Tate said immediately, looking up at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Your smile softened.
“Oh, sweetheart…” you murmured. “I think my riding days are over. But I hope you have fun.”
“They ain’t over.”
Lee’s voice was firm.
You looked at him.
“They’re just on pause,” he added, already turning toward the horses. “We’ll ride the same one. I’ll hold you.”
“Lee-”
But he was already moving.
You sighed, the effort of it showing.
Jaime stepped closer, offering a small, careful smile. “Fresh air might be good.”
You glanced at him, then back at Lee adjusting the saddle like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“…okay,” you said quietly.
The ride was slower for you.
But somehow, it felt like years folded in on themselves the moment you settled against Lee.
His arm wrapped securely around you, his hand resting over your stomach, your fingers lacing over his without thinking. You leaned back into him, your eyes drifting closed almost immediately.
You were tired.
So tired.
But his warmth grounded you.
His presence always had.
His nose brushed against your ear, pressing soft kisses there every so often, like he couldn’t help himself.
“Been a while,” you murmured.
“Yeah,” he said. “Too long.”
You smiled faintly.
“Remember when we used to race?” you asked.
He huffed a quiet laugh against your skin. “You always cheated.”
“I did not.”
“You cut across the fence line every time.”
“It was strategic,” you corrected, your voice soft with memory.
Up ahead, Kayce and Jaime were doing exactly that now, pushing their horses faster, Tate’s laughter ringing out as he clung on.
You and Lee followed at your own pace.
Slower.
Softer.
You tilted your head back slightly, feeling the scratch of his beard against your skin.
You liked that.
“I am slowing you down,” you said after a moment. “You should’ve left me at home. You could’ve kept up.”
“That’s nonsense,” he replied immediately.
His grip on you tightened just a little.
“Everything’s better with you,” he said simply.
The words settled deep.
At the fishing spot, the world felt wide and quiet.
You lay back in the grass, the blanket tucked around you as the breeze moved gently over your skin. The sky stretched endless above you, blue and soft and uncaring in the most beautiful way.
For a moment, it felt like peace.
Lee came over after a while, lowering himself beside you with a quiet groan.
“Thought you were fishing,” you murmured.
“Caught one,” he said. “I’m done for the day.”
You smiled.
He sounded like an old man.
The thought made something warm flicker in your chest.
Until it didn’t.
Until the realization slipped in, quiet and cruel.
You wouldn’t see him become one.
The smile faded.
Lee noticed.
He always did.
He rolled onto his side, propping himself up so he could see you.
“What?” he asked gently.
You shook your head, but your eyes gave you away.
His hand came up, warm and steady against your cheek.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he said.
Even now.
Especially now.
Your breath caught.
His kiss was soft, lingering. He tasted faintly of cinnamon, something familiar and grounding and so very him.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” you answered.
As the sun dipped lower, the others cooked the fish over the fire.
You tried to eat.
You really did.
But after a few bites, it became too much.
Kayce noticed.
Of course he did.
You managed half before handing the rest to Lee.
He didn’t say anything.
Just took it and finished it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Night settled around you slowly.
The fire crackled, the sky stretching out in a blanket of stars.
One by one, they lay down to sleep.
Except you and Lee.
You were curled against him, half-asleep on his chest, his arms wrapped around you like they had been your whole life.
“I don’t want you to be lonely,” you murmured, your voice barely there.
“I won’t be,” he said.
You shifted slightly.
“I mean after.”
His hand moved up, brushing gently through what was left of your hair.
“Hey,” he whispered softly. “Don’t.”
You went quiet.
“It’s been a beautiful day,” he added, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s just leave it at that.”
You didn’t argue.
The next morning felt quieter.
Heavier.
When they returned to the ranch, Lee barely let you walk.
He kept an arm around you, then eventually just lifted you altogether, carrying you up the stairs like you weighed nothing.
Like he refused to let you touch anything that might take more from you.
Kayce watched from below.
Jaime stepped up beside him.
“She’s worse than he says,” Jaime said quietly.
Kayce swallowed. “What do you mean?”
“The doctors…” Jaime hesitated, then exhaled. “They say it’s terminal.”
The word landed hard.
Kayce’s gaze flicked back to the stairs, to where Lee had disappeared with you in his arms.
“He won’t hear it,” Jaime continued. “She wants to refuse more treatment. Doesn’t want to spend what time she has left in hospitals. But Lee…” He shook his head. “He can’t accept it.”
Kayce’s jaw tightened.
“I didn’t know,” he said.
“She didn’t want anyone to,” Jaime replied softly. “You know how she is. Never makes anything about herself.”
Kayce nodded slowly.
“And Lee,” Jaime added, glancing upward, “he won’t tell anyone she’s sick, he can’t even tell himself.”
Silence settled between them.
Upstairs, Lee held you a little tighter than usual.
Like if he didn’t, the years would finally catch up.
Like all those summers when you ran barefoot through the fields, all those winters spent side by side by the fire, all those quiet moments that built a life together…
Like they might slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip.
And he wasn’t ready.
He would never be ready.
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Lee woke before the sun, the way he always did.
For years, it had been a habit he never questioned. He would come up from sleep slowly, quietly, and lie there for a few extra minutes just to listen.
Your breathing had always been the first thing he reached for.
Soft. Steady. There.
Even before you got sick, he had done it. Some instinct he never put into words. Like if he could hear you, everything was right in the world.
That morning, he listened.
And heard nothing.
At first, his mind didn’t understand it. It tried to fill the silence with something else. The creak of the house. The wind outside. Anything.
But not you.
His eyes opened slowly.
“Hey,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “You awake?”
No answer.
He pushed himself up onto one elbow, looking down at you.
You looked the same.
Peaceful. Still. Your face softened in a way it hadn’t been in weeks, like whatever had been hurting you had finally let go.
Relief flickered through him for half a second.
Then his hand reached for you.
And everything inside him broke.
You were cold.
Not just cool from the morning air. Not the kind of cold that warmed under his touch.
Cold.
“Hey,” he said again, sharper now, sitting up fully. His hands came to you, one at your shoulder, the other cupping your face. “Hey, no… no, come on…”
He pulled you toward him, gathering you up into his arms like he had done so many times before. Only this time, your body didn’t lean into his.
Your head fell against his chest, and he held it there, his hand cradling the back of your skull, fingers threading through what little hair had grown back.
“No,” he whispered.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t panicked.
It was simple.
Like he could undo it by refusing it.
He pressed his forehead to yours.
“You’re okay,” he murmured. “You’re alright. I got you.”
He stayed like that.
Minutes passed. Or hours.
Time didn’t move right anymore.
He talked to you in that low, steady voice he always used, the one meant only for you. Quiet words, small things, the kind you’d share at the end of a long day.
Things you would never hear again.
Outside, the ranch woke up.
John Dutton stood in the yard, checking his watch as the hands got the herd moving.
Lee wasn’t there.
Lee was never late.
John didn’t say anything about it at first. Just watched the dust kick up, the rhythm of the morning carrying on without interruption.
But something in his chest had already settled into place.
He turned toward the house.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
When he opened the door, he already knew what he was going to find.
Still, it didn’t make it easier.
Lee sat upright in the bed, your body in his arms like he hadn’t moved at all. His hands held you carefully, one supporting your head, the other wrapped around you, keeping you close.
His forehead rested against yours.
His lips moved.
John couldn’t hear the words, but he didn’t need to.
He had said things like that once, long ago.
He closed his eyes briefly, then stepped inside.
“Lee,” he said quietly.
Lee didn’t respond.
Didn’t look up.
Didn’t move.
John stepped closer, his voice firmer now. “Son.”
Nothing.
Lee just kept talking to you, his voice soft and steady, like you were going to answer him any second.
It took hours before anyone else came.
The coroner arrived when the sun was higher, the light too bright for a day like that.
They spoke gently. Carefully.
Lee didn’t acknowledge them.
It wasn’t until they stepped forward, until they reached for you, that something in him snapped tight.
“No,” he said, his voice low.
“Lee,” John said, stepping in.
“They can’t take her,” Lee murmured, his arms tightening around you. “She’s fine. She’s just… she’s just sleeping.”
John’s hand closed around his shoulder.
“Son.”
Lee shook his head, his gaze fixed on you. “She’ll wake up. She just needs—”
“Lee.”
The word broke.
Something in John’s voice, something final, something unmovable.
Lee went still.
The men stepped forward again.
When they took you from him, his hands lingered as long as they could, fingertips brushing your skin until they couldn’t anymore.
John had to hold him back.
Not because Lee fought.
But because his body leaned forward without him realizing it, like something essential was being pulled out of him.
They carried you out of the house.
Lee followed.
Step by step.
Silent.
They loaded you into the truck.
He didn’t try to get in.
Didn’t say anything.
He just stood there, watching.
Then he sat down on the stairs, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
The truck pulled away.
Dust rose behind it, thick and slow.
He watched until it disappeared.
And then, when the dust finally settled…
That was when it hit.
Not all at once.
But enough.
A sound tore out of him, raw and broken, like something had been ripped open inside his chest.
He bent forward, his hands gripping his head like he could hold himself together.
You were gone.
And worse than that…
You were somewhere without him.
The thought made him feel sick.
The funeral was too quiet.
Too proper.
Lee stood there, hearing none of it.
You would have hated it.
All those people. All those stiff words.
You had always preferred something simpler. Something real.
He kept his eyes on the ground most of the time.
Until he heard it.
A small, sharp inhale.
A sniffle.
He looked up.
Beth Dutton stood a few steps away, her face turned slightly, trying to hide it. But her shoulders gave her away.
Beth didn’t cry in front of people.
Not like that.
Lee moved without thinking.
He stepped over and pulled her into him, one arm wrapping around her shoulders, tucking her against his chest.
She stiffened for half a second.
Then she broke.
Her hands gripped his shirt as she cried, and Lee just held her, steady and silent.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, even though it wasn’t. “I got you.”
When it was over, when the last person had left, Lee stayed.
They had buried you on the ranch.
Where you belonged.
He sat beside your grave as the sun went down, the sky bleeding into dark.
“I didn’t want you to be alone,” he said quietly.
The wind moved through the grass.
He stayed there all night.
Didn’t sleep.
Didn’t move much.
Just sat with you, like he had every night when you were alive, making sure you were safe.
Morning came anyway.
It always did.
After that, he didn’t stop working.
He couldn’t.
If he stopped, he might think.
If he thought, he might feel.
And if he felt…
He didn’t know what would happen.
So he worked.
Long days. Longer nights.
He didn’t sleep in the bed.
He couldn’t.
It felt wrong.
Empty in a way that made his chest ache.
Instead, he slept in the chair by the window. The same one he used to sit in when you worked late, watching you with quiet admiration.
Sometimes, his fingers brushed the clothes you left behind.
A shirt. A jacket.
He never held onto them for long.
Just enough to remind himself they were real.
That you were real.
Only weeks later, when the world hadn’t even settled from losing you, everything changed again.
When Lee was shot, it didn’t feel like fear.
It felt like recognition.
Like something familiar stepping out of the shadows.
He didn’t fight it the way he might have once.
Didn’t cling.
Because somewhere deep down, there was only one thought left in him.
Maybe I’ll see her.
When they buried him beside you, it felt right.
Later, when he had to be cremated, they made sure of it.
His ashes returned to the same place.
Side by side.
Like you had always been.
Like you had always promised.
There was a memory, one that lived quietly between the years.
A summer afternoon, long before any of this.
You and Lee lay in the grass, side by side, watching the clouds drift across the Montana sky.
“What do you think happens after?” you asked, your voice light.
Lee shrugged, one arm tucked behind his head. “Don’t know.”
“You ever think about it?”
“Not much.”
You turned your head to look at him, smiling. “I think I’d come back here.”
He glanced at you. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you said. “Maybe not as people. Maybe as something else.”
“Like what?”
You thought about it, your eyes drifting back to the sky.
“Maybe wild horses,” you said softly. “Running through the fields. Or the breeze. Something free.”
Lee huffed a quiet laugh.
“That so?”
You nudged him lightly. “What about you?”
He looked at you for a long moment.
“I’m a cowboy,” he said simply. “Through and through.”
You smiled.
“But…” he added, his voice quieter now. “Don’t really matter.”
“No?”
He shook his head slightly.
“As long as I end up with you again.”
The wind moved through the grass, soft and endless.
COIN TOSS
Requested by @fictionalsfavorite “Lie to me I don’t care what you say just lie to me make me feel okay again” “You’re mine do you understand you belong to me” lots and lost of angst Kayce Dutton x reader
OMINOUS :adjective giving the impression that something bad or unpleasant is going to happen; At least that’s how people describe the feeling, the same feeling that was so strong you felt it in your soul, it felt as if it consumed every aspect of your life. And you supposed it did. From your career to your side job which treaded dangerously close to your marriage and family life it was all in one big mixture. But that’s one of the many things that happens when you get involved with the Duttons at least that’s what Cherry the old waitress at that diner off 96 said back when you were in high school. “That family is like a coin toss game, they could bring riches and loyalty but on the other side they could ruin your life and make you regret ever looking at the young cowboy. Is what she said being young and naïve and having nothing to loose you thought you get one side of the coin or the other. You didn’t think that you could have both. But the good was good enough to keep you from leaving when the coin flipped, but when it did get bad,oh boy it was bad.
Charity: Most People Are Good - Emmett Dutton x Reader (Australia)
Author’s Note: I HOPE YOU BROUGHT YOUR INSULIN!!! What have I done-!? This is ridiculous! I just really love writing him like this, he’s the perfect Mendo for it. I’m really surprised that I’ve only written him once before this! So Thank You for requesting him! Because he deserves a lot of love 💕 And the other was your idea too... sooo...
Disclaimer: Characters from Australia not mine / Requested Plot Not Mine / If you don’t have a Luke Bryan song in your playlist what kind of Mendo are you-!? AKA: Lyrics not mine
Premise: As Requested by @3134045126 😘 After the bombing everyone is leaving. A whole bunch of boys have been rescued - who's going to watch after them? Cue Reader! They make it to Adelaide; cue Reader who takes on the job of watching over the rescued boys who have no family, other than Brother Frank- Reader is sweet, and kind. Basically mothers all the boys. Giving up all her time, energy and resources to make sure the boys are well taken care of. Enter the Captain who notices her and all she's doing for the boys and decides to be as helpful as possible. Cue a gentle, sweet romance started from these two taking care of the children.
Words: 4490
Warnings: N/A... But I meant it about the insulin...
