synopsis: you meet ryan at an afterparty, that one conversation turns into a life long love story.
warnings: smut, semi-public sex, drinking, fluff, overstim if you squint, swearing, lmk if i missed any :)))
wc: 3.2k
based off of this request <2
The bass from 2hollis's set still echoed in your ears as you slipped into the dimly lit loft in downtown LA. It was one of those exclusive after-parties that popped up after hollis’ shows—invite-only, packed with the boyliife crew, a few industry heads, and random beautiful people who somehow always found their way in. Hollis had killed it tonight, blending those glitchy hyperpop drops with rage beats that had the crowd losing their minds. Now, the vibe was winding down into something more intimate: low lights, pulsing electronic remixes playing softly, and conversations buzzing over expensive drinks.
You sat at the bar, sipping on a coca cola, you shouldn’t have come tonight— having an important shoot at 6am tomorrow, and it being already 3am was a bad idea. You sigh as you sit at the bar idle, all your friends were off to hook up with some random-famous-important people to get ahead in the industry.
Your eyes scan the crowd, landing on the DJ booth where hollis, roman, nate and— one more person was standing? Your eyes immediately landed on him, his hood was covering the top half of his face, he was laughing about something with roman, his smile seemed like it shined the darkly lit room, the corner of his hood revealed his eye brow slit.
You subconsciously continue to stare at him, unable to remove your eyes from him for some reason, like some magnetic force was dragging you to him— suddenly, you make eye contact. He looks at you as he sips on his redbull, his eyes dont move away from you.
Giving a small smile towards his way, He holds your gaze for what feels like forever, that small smile of yours hanging in the air between you like an invitation. Then he tilts his head slightly, says something to Roman that makes the group laugh again, and starts walking toward you.
Your heart does a stupid little flip. You try to play it cool, turning back to your Coke, stirring the ice with the straw like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. But you feel him before you see him—the shift in the air, the way the space next to you at the bar suddenly feels warmer.
He slides onto the stool beside you, hoodie still up, but now that he’s close you can see his eyes properly. light, sharp, a little tired around the edges like he’s been up for days making music. There’s that eyebrow slit you noticed earlier, and a tiny silver hoop in one ear catching the low light.
“Didn’t expect to see a Coke at a party like this,”
he says, voice low and smooth, a little amused. He nods at your glass.
You laugh softly, shrugging.
“Early call time tomorrow. Six a.m. shoot. I’m already regretting every life choice that led me here.”
His mouth curves into that smile again—the one that lit up the room from across it.
“Model?”
“Yeah,” you admit, glancing at him. “You?”
He shakes his head, taking another sip of his Red Bull.
“Nah. I was the one yelling over Hollis’s beat earlier. Conceal.”
You knew that. Of course you knew that. His guest verse had been the highlight of the night for you—raw, melodic, effortless. But you don’t fangirl. You just nod, like it’s new information.
“I liked it,” you say simply. “A lot.”
His eyes flick to yours, something softer in them now.
“Thanks. Means more coming from someone who looks like they’d rather be sleeping than stuck here.”
You laugh again, and it’s easier this time. “You have no idea.”
He leans an elbow on the bar, angling his body toward you. “Then why’d you come?”
You think about it for a second. Your friends dragging you out, the FOMO, the way these nights sometimes feel like the only real ones in a city full of fake. But mostly, tonight, something told you to say yes.
“I don’t know,” you say, meeting his eyes. “Maybe I was supposed to.”
He doesn’t laugh or brush it off. He just looks at you, really looks, like he’s trying to figure out if you mean it. Then he nods, slow.
“I’m Ryan,” he says quietly, offering his hand.
Not Conceal. Ryan.
You take it. His grip is warm, firm, lingering just a second longer than polite.
“Y/N,” you reply.
And just like that, the party fades a little. The music, the crowd, the fact that you have to be up in three hours—it all blurs. Because he’s asking you about the shoot tomorrow, and you’re asking him how long he’s been making music, and he’s telling you about staying up until sunrise tweaking one snare that wasn’t sitting right. You’re laughing at the way he describes it, and he’s watching your mouth when you laugh like he doesn’t want to miss it.
Hours pass like minutes.
At some point, he pulls his hood down. His hair is messy, dark strands falling over his forehead, and you realize he’s even more beautiful up close—sharp cheekbones, soft lips, that slit in his brow making him look a little dangerous in the best way.
You’re both leaning in now, knees brushing under the bar. His hand rests on the edge of your stool, close enough that his fingers graze your thigh when he gestures.
“You should go home,” he says eventually, voice low, almost regretful. “Get some sleep.”
“I know,” you whisper back.
But neither of you move.
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone. “Give me your number.”
You do.
He types it in, saves it under your name, then looks up at you.
“I’ll text you tomorrow,” he says. “After your shoot. Make sure you survived.”
You smile, sliding off the stool. Your legs feel unsteady—not from drinks, just from him.
“You better.”
He stands too, closer now. For a second you think he might kiss you. You want him to. But he just brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, thumb grazing your cheek.
“Night, Y/N.”
“Night, Ryan.”
You walk away first, forcing yourself not to look back. But you feel his eyes on you the whole way out.
When you’re in the Uber, head against the cool window, your phone lights up.
Unknown number:
you made it out alive. good.
now go sleep.
i already can’t stop thinking about you.
You smile so wide the driver probably thinks you’re insane.
You type back:
same.
And just like that, you know this is only the beginning.
—
The next morning, you drag yourself out of bed at 5:15, eyes burning, skin still carrying the faint trace of last night’s perfume and warehouse smoke. The shoot is brutal—outdoor, December chill biting through the thin silk dress they have you in, photographer barking for “more sultry, less tired.” You nail it on autopilot, but every lull between setups, your mind drifts back to him.
To Ryan.
To the way he looked at you when you said maybe I was supposed to come tonight. Like he felt it too.
Your phone stays silent through hair and makeup, through the entire shoot, through the drive back to your apartment. You tell yourself it’s fine. He’s probably asleep. Artists keep vampire hours.
By 3 p.m. you’re on your couch in sweats, scrolling mindlessly, trying not to check your messages every thirty seconds.
Then your phone buzzes.
Ryan:
you survive the shoot?
or did they kill you with wind machines and bad coffee
You smile so hard your cheeks hurt.
You:
barely. died twice. resurrected for the final looks.
how’d you know about the wind machines
Ryan:
i’ve been on enough sets with friends. they’re evil.
you free tonight?
Your heart actually skips.
You:
just got home. was gonna nap and order thai
but i’m flexible
Ryan:
let me cook for you instead
nothing fancy. my place. lowkey.
You stare at the message. He’s asking you over. The day after meeting you. Your brain runs through every cautionary tale, but your gut says yes before you even type.
You:
send the address
i’ll be there by 8?
Ryan:
perfect.
door’s open if i’m still in the studio. just come up.
You spend the next few hours pretending to nap but mostly overthinking outfits. You settle on something simple—black baggy jeans that sit just low enough, a navy blue tank top, hair down and messy like you didn’t try too hard. Minimal makeup. You want him to see you, not the runway version.
His place is a converted loft in Arts District, exposed brick, huge windows overlooking the city lights starting to flicker on. The door’s cracked like he said. You push it open and music hits you immediately—some lo-fi beat with distorted vocals, quiet but immersive.
“Ryan?”
“Back here,” he calls from deeper in.
You follow the sound past a living room with a worn leather couch and stacks of vinyl, into what’s clearly his studio—monitors glowing, MIDI keyboards everywhere, fairy lights strung along the walls giving everything a warm haze. He’s hunched over a desk in a black hoodie, different one, headphones around his neck, spinning in his chair when he sees you.
That smile again. God.
“You found it,” he says, standing. He’s taller than you remembered. “Come in.”
He pulls you into a hug like it’s natural—like you didn’t just meet last night. You breathe him in: clean laundry, faint weed, something warm and boyish. Your arms wrap around his waist without thinking.
“Hi,” you murmur into his chest.
“Hi,” he says back, voice soft. He doesn’t let go right away.
Eventually he pulls back, eyes scanning your face. “You look tired.”
You laugh. “Thanks.”
“I mean it in a good way. Like… cute.” He brushes his thumb under your eye gently. “Hungry?”
You nod.
He leads you to the kitchen—open plan, island with stools. There’s already garlic sizzling in a pan, red sauce simmering. He pours you a glass of wine without asking, a Red Bull for himself.
“Pasta okay? It’s basically the only thing I can make without burning the place down.”
“Pasta’s perfect.”
You sit at the island watching him move—chopping basil with quick precision, tasting the sauce off a wooden spoon. He talks the whole time: about a beat he’s been stuck on for days, how Hollis keeps blowing up his phone about a collab, how he hates LA traffic but loves the sunsets from this window.
You tell him about the shoot—how the stylist kept pinning the dress tighter even though you could barely breathe, how one of the other models spent the whole day name-dropping agencies.
He listens like last night, leaning on the counter toward you, eyes never leaving your face.
Plates hit the table, actually a coffee table in front of the couch because he insists it’s comfier. You eat cross-legged on the floor, backs against the couch, some playlist he made humming low in the background.
Conversation slows. Comfortable silence. You’re both done eating, wine glass empty, his Red Bull can crushed in his hand.
He turns to you.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left last night,” he says quietly. No smirk this time. Just honest.
Your breath catches. “Same.”
He reaches over, tucks your hair behind your ear again like he did outside the party. This time his hand stays, thumb tracing your jaw.
“Can I kiss you now?”
You nod before the words come out. “Please.”
He leans in slow, giving you every chance to pull away. You don’t. His lips brush yours—soft at first, testing. Then deeper when you sigh into it, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
It’s not rushed. It’s warm, deliberate, like he’s savoring it. Your hands find his chest, fingers curling into his hoodie. When you finally break apart, foreheads still touching, you’re both breathing harder.
“Stay tonight,” he whispers.
You swallow. “I want to. But… slow?”
He nods immediately, no hesitation. “As slow as you need.”
You end up on the couch, tangled but clothed, his arm around you while you watch some random movie neither of you pays attention to. Your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His fingers drawing lazy circles on your arm.
At some point you fall asleep like that.
When you wake up hours later, the city’s asleep outside the windows, and he’s carrying you to his bed—careful, like you’re something precious. He tucks you in, climbs in behind you, arm draped over your waist.
“Just sleeping,” he murmurs against your hair.
You lace your fingers with his.
“Yeah,” you whisper back. “Just sleeping.”
But you both know it’s more than that already.
And you’re not scared of it.
—
The weeks turn into a blur of him.
Ryan’s loft becomes your second home: mornings waking up to his arm heavy across your waist, afternoons curled on the studio couch while he works, nights cooking terrible experiments in the kitchen and laughing until your stomach hurts. He flies you out to his shows when your schedule allows—backstage passes, his hand on the small of your back while he introduces you as “my girl” to Hollis, Roman, Nate, everyone. You meet him in New York for a quick 48 hours when you have a job there, and he waits outside the agency in the cold just to kiss you hello.
Every touch is electric. Every kiss is deeper than the last. You make out like teenagers on every surface of his apartment—kitchen counter, shower wall, against the massive windows overlooking the city—but you both keep pulling back, savoring the ache. He whispers against your skin that he wants it to mean everything when it finally happens. You believe him.
You fall in love quietly, completely. He says it first one night, half-asleep, lips brushing your shoulder.
“I love you.”
You turn in his arms, kiss him soft and slow.
“I love you too, Ryan.”
And you do. More than you thought possible.
The night it finally breaks is mid-January.
The warehouse in LA is packed to the walls, air thick with sweat and smoke machines. Hollis is headlining, Ryan’s guest set just ended, and the crowd is still screaming his name. You’re pressed against the barrier in front, body thrumming, wearing the tiniest black mesh dress he picked out himself—no bra, no panties, just thin straps and sheer fabric that leaves almost nothing to imagination. Every time he looked down at you from the stage, his eyes darkened like he was already fucking you in his head.
When he jumps down after his set, he doesn’t even pause. He pushes through security, grabs you by the waist, and kisses you right there in front of hundreds of people—hard, claiming, tongue sliding deep like he’s starving. Your hands fist in his damp hoodie, and you feel him already rock-hard against your stomach.
The crowd whoops and whistles, phones up, but neither of you care.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he growls against your mouth, voice raw from performing. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
You’re already soaked, thighs slick just from the way he’s been looking at you all night. You nod, breathless. “Then take me.”
He doesn’t ask twice.
He drags you by the hand through the crush of bodies, past VIP ropes, toward the far side of the warehouse where massive subwoofers stack towers like black monoliths. The bass is brutal here—every drop hits like a physical force, vibrating through the floor and straight into your bones. Strobe lights slash red and purple across the crowd, so fast and chaotic no one can focus on anything but the music.
He slams your back against the nearest speaker stack, the impact jarring, the relentless thump of bass pounding directly into your spine. Your legs wrap around his waist instantly as he lifts you, dress riding up to your hips, exposing you completely to the hot air and anyone who might glance over.
But no one does.
His mouth is on your neck, biting hard enough to mark, one hand shoving under your dress to grip your bare ass while the other works his belt open with frantic urgency. You reach down to help, fingers shaking, pulling him out—hot, thick, throbbing in your hand.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groans when his fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness up over your clit in rough circles that make your hips jerk.
You whimper his name, nails clawing at his shoulders. “Ryan—please—”
He doesn’t tease. He lines up and thrusts in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, stretching you open so suddenly your breath catches on a silent scream. The bass drop hits at the exact same moment, the vibration pulsing through the speaker into your back and around his cock buried deep inside you.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
He starts fucking you hard—no slow build, no mercy. Every thrust slams you against the speaker, the relentless bass amplifying each impact until you feel it in your teeth, your clit, your fucking soul. Your legs lock tighter around him, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper.
People are dancing right next to you—bodies brushing your arms, someone’s drink sloshes against your thigh—but the lights are blinding, the music deafening, and no one sees the way he’s pounding into you like he’s trying to split you apart.
“Look at me,” he snarls, grabbing your jaw, forcing your eyes to his.
You do, and it wrecks you—his pupils blown wide, sweat dripping down his temple, that slit brow furrowed in pure concentration. He looks feral. Possessive. In love.
You come hard and sudden, whole body seizing around him, walls fluttering and clenching so tight he curses low and filthy against your lips. You bite down on his shoulder through his hoodie to muffle the scream, tasting salt and skin, every pulse of your orgasm timed perfectly with the pounding bass.
He doesn’t stop—fucks you through it, harder, chasing his own release with desperate snaps of his hips. His hand slides between you, thumb grinding rough circles on your oversensitive clit until you’re sobbing into his neck, coming again before the first one even ends.
“Mine,” he growls, voice breaking. “All fucking mine.”
You feel him swell inside you, thrusts turning erratic, and then he buries himself as deep as he can and comes with a guttural groan—hot, thick pulses filling you while his whole body shakes against yours.
For a long moment you just cling to each other, panting, trembling, the music still raging like a storm around you. He stays inside you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you slick with sweat.
“I love you,” he whispers, raw and wrecked. “So fucking much.”
You’re crying a little—overwhelmed, undone—and you kiss him slow and deep, tasting salt and him.
“I love you too.”
Eventually he lowers you, legs shaky, fixing your dress with gentle hands even though his eyes are still dark with hunger. He tucks himself away, zips up, then laces his fingers tightly with yours.
You walk out together through the thinning crowd, his arm around your waist like he’ll never let go.
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a/n: HERES THE EATER RYAN DEMMA FIC 😭❤️😭❤️ its a continuation of the oneshot i started before but can definitely be read as a standalone ! first time writing proper smut in detail plz be nice
“i still cant believe we’re getting to go backstage!!” your friend giddied, you both held each other’s arms as you followed directions a staff member gave you reluctantly. what started as accompanying your friend to a concert so she wouldn’t be alone, became you somehow telling her you got an invite to go backstage post show. you guys looked around you as you walked, taking in the behind the scenes of a concert, its not often this happens to either of you, in fact it’s never happened before. you felt your friends grip tighten across your arm, and in a mixture of squealing and whispering she said, “oh my god that’s conceal!!! standing there!!!” she lifted her fingers to point at him.
he was in fact standing there, not so far away, leaning against a wall, scrolling through his phone. he seemed like he was waiting for someone, waiting for you, as he had promised. he noticed both of you once you got closer, his eyes met yours first, a slow smile working its way across his face. “miss me, pretty?” he asked you teasingly. your friend furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and curiosity, looking at him and then at you, before she connected the dots and started smiling the same way you would if a friend’s hallway crush waved them a hi. you rolled your eyes to distract them from noticing the tip of your ears turning pink, changing the topic. “this is my friend elle, she’s the one who brought me here,” you introduced her to him, elle beamed as you did so, her excitement evident. “so you’re the one i have to thank for bringing her,” ryan smirked, “come on follow me, i’ll introduce you guys to the others.”
he led you both further down the hallway to a green room, elle clocked how he guided you by putting a hand on your waist, not daring to say anything out loud but instead shooting you a ‘get your man’ look. you could hear music and laughter from the other side of the door before it even opened, you looked over at elle, excitement and nervousness written all over her face. the door opened to two boys you didnt recognise play fighting with each other in the middle of the room, with hollis and another man sitting on a couch behind them. “guys this is elle and her friend….” ryan spoke out to grab their attention as soon as he walked in, “im y/n,” you finished his sentence, forgetting you had never really introduced yourself to him. all the guys greeted you a hello, the ones who were play fighting stood up straight and introduced themselves. “hey i’m rommulas and this is nate,” one of them spoke out, you couldnt help but notice everyone in this room was incredibly attractive. you looked at elle as she stood there with her mouth visibly open, you nudged her to bring her back to her senses and the first thing she did was go around the room complimenting hollis’ performance and everyone else’s music.
you noticed someone by your side stepping closer, before you could turn to see who it was his breath was in your ear, “come with me.” a chill ran down your spine, ryans voice was so low and softly demanding you didn’t even realise he was holding your hand and leading you out of the room into another one a few doors below. he opened the door for you, eyes half lidded and preying you down as you walked in. he closed the door behind him, hands immediately on your waist. the room was small and dark, there was a window that let in the street lights from outside, acting as your only source of brightness. ryan pressed his body against yours, looking at you like he craved you. you were pushed up against a wall next to the window, the light outside illuminating his face. his earring reflected the light in the dark, and god, the way he was looking at you had you panting already. he placed his face against your neck, not touching yet, your head tilted back as soon as he neared. “let me devour you pretty, i promise im good.” he spoke in his smooth voice again. he licked along the length of your neck, the warmth of his tongue along your skin and the tension in the room alone had you moaning and needy.
he bit and sucked on a spot on your neck, noises erupting from your mouth before you could control them. he hummed in satisfaction against your skin, one hand slowly snaking up your shirt. his touch was so light and teasing, it sent another chill down your body, you were feeling his every touch between your thighs. his hand played with your breast as he worshipped other parts of your neck with his tongue, inching downwards so he could give your chest the same treatment. his other hand pulled your shirt up your arms, now leaving you exposed in your brassiere. he pulled himself off you to take you in with his eyes, he mumbled a word of praise and attacked your breast the same way he did your neck. your hands rested in his hair as he did, unintentionally gripping them while you were lost in your sensations. he came back up to kiss you to continue his mission of tasting every inch of you and as he did, his hand went down to your shorts, teasing you over your clothes. you whimpered in his mouth at the touch, the friction making you want more. you grinded against his fingers and he took this as a sign to get to work.
he broke free from the kiss to get on his knees, hands at the hem of your shorts, looking up at you for permission as he panted. his eyes no longer just lustful but rather mixed with yearn for an opportunity to taste you. you nodded and he pulled down your shorts and underwear within the second. he put both your legs on his shoulders, softly pecking your inner thighs as he closed the distance to your kitty. you moaned when his lips pecked your clit. he pecked once, then twice, then licked a stripe along your folds, tasting your juices. you shuddered. his tongue entered in you before you even completely reacted to his lick, legs immediately bucking. his head bobbed between your thighs, tongue moving in and out, occasionally being ran across your clit. with each motion, you let out a nasty noise. you didn’t mean to, somewhere in the back of your mind knowing there were people walking down the hallway outside who could probably hear you, but ryan wasn’t just eating you, he was consuming you. he was taking in everything you had to offer. at every other sound you made, he hummed. your satisfactions seemed to motivate him even further and when he took a break and started sucking on your clit, you couldnt handle it. he slightly nibbled on it, gentle enough not to hurt but enough to get you high. your insides churned, and as he kept alternating between your hole and clit, a knot started forming in your lower belly. he felt your legs tense up against his shoulder, your moans getting louder and hips thrusting up his face to increase any sort of friction. he worked against your hole and folds while two of his fingers rubbed against your clit and in no less than four seconds you spilled all against his mouth. he took that in too, licking and swallowing as if you were his death row meal.
your head rested against the wall as you panted, hissing at the cold air that hit your parts when he removed his mouth from there. you looked down at him as he was catching his breath, a smile on his face as he wiped the remnants of you from the sides of his mouth. he put your legs down and got up from his knees to kiss you. he held you when you almost fell, forgetting your legs probably felt like jelly after all that. his mouth interlaced with yours, one hand holding you up and the other cupping your face. and in his true cocky manner he spoke against your lips, “told you i was good.”
Ryan request based on the song "Break up with him" by Old Dominion
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The Montana wind, crisp and biting even in late spring, carried the familiar scent of pine and horse sweat across the Yellowstone ranch. Y/n stood on the porch of the smaller cabin Kayce had moved them into, watching Tate chase a stray chicken, his laughter bright against the vast, rugged landscape. She smiled, a genuine, if fleeting, curve of her lips. Tate was her world, her reason for breathing, for enduring.
A heavy sigh escaped her, not out of complaint, but out of weariness that had settled deep in her bones. Teen love had blossomed quickly into responsibility, a shotgun wedding of sorts, not by force, but by the undeniable proof of a tiny heartbeat. Kayce had stepped up, as a Dutton would. He was a good father, a loyal man, but the spark that had ignited their youth had long since dwindled to embers, often choked by the smoke of duty and unspoken resentments.
From the bunkhouse, Ryan leaned against the weathered fence, a coil of rope in his hand, idly watching the scene. His eyes, usually sharp and focused on the cattle, lingered on Y/n. He saw the subtle slump of her shoulders, the way her gaze often drifted to the horizon, as if searching for something just beyond her reach. He saw the genuine smiles she reserved for Tate, and the polite, almost practiced ones she offered Kayce.
It had been years since he’d first come to the Yellowstone, a wide-eyed recruit. He’d seen Kayce and Y/n from the start. Their fierce, young love had been undeniable then. But time, and the Dutton life, had a way of wearing things down. He observed Kayce, perpetually burdened by the ranch, by John, by his own internal wars. He rarely saw him truly see Y/n anymore. No casual touch to her back as he passed, no lingering glance, no pulling out her chair at the dinner table in the main house, where Y/n often sat feeling like a guest in her own life, while Kayce was deep in conversation with his father.
Ryan knew. He knew because he watched. He saw her at the dinner table, an empty chair beside her, while Kayce was on the phone, or talking business with Rip and Lloyd. He saw the way she’d carry Tate’s sleeping form to bed, her movements quiet and practiced, while Kayce was still out in the dark, tending to a calf or fixing a fence. He saw the way her eyes would glisten sometimes when she thought no one was looking, a private battle waged behind a stoic facade.
One afternoon, Tate tripped over a rock near the barn, scraping his knee. He let out a wail that brought Y/n running from the cabin. Kayce was nowhere in sight, likely already out on horseback. Ryan, who had been oiling a saddle nearby, dropped his tools and was there in an instant.
"Whoa there, little man," Ryan said, kneeling beside Tate. "Just a little booboo." He pulled a clean bandana from his pocket, dampening it with water from a nearby trough, and gently wiped the dirt from Tate’s knee.
Y/n arrived, her breath hitched, then softened as she saw Ryan already tending to her son. "Oh, Tate," she murmured, her hand instinctively going to her boy's hair. "Thank you, Ryan."
Their eyes met over Tate's head. Ryan’s gaze was steady, warm, and something else – understanding. It was a look that felt like a quiet invitation, a question without words. Y/n felt a familiar flush creep up her neck. She’d always appreciated Ryan’s quiet dependability. He didn’t grandstand, didn’t demand attention. He just was.
"No problem," Ryan said, carefully tying the bandana around Tate's knee. "He's a tough one, just like his mama." He offered Y/n a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes.
Later that week, a harsh cold front swept through. The cattle needed extra attention. Kayce, already stretched thin, seemed even more distant. Y/n found herself alone with Tate more often, his boundless energy a stark contrast to her internal weariness. She was trying to fix a broken latch on the chicken coop, her fingers numb with cold, when Ryan appeared.
"Need a hand with that?" he asked, his voice low, not startling her.
"Kayce said he’d get to it," she replied, her breath misting in the air. "But... well, he’s busy."
"He usually is," Ryan said, a hint of something unreadable in his tone. He took the tools from her unresisting hand. His large, calloused fingers worked with practiced ease, quickly repairing the latch. "He's a good man, Kayce. Loyal to the brand." He paused, not looking at her, his voice soft. "But loyalty can take a lot out of a person."
Y/n watched him, the careful way he tightened the screws, the strong line of his back. "That it can," she whispered, more to herself than to him.
He finished, testing the latch. "There you go. Should hold." He turned to her then, his eyes searching hers. "You still wearing that ring on your finger, Y/n," he began, his voice dropping, "but every time I see you, you look like you're about to cry."
Her breath hitched. No one had ever said it out loud. No one had seen it. She looked away, her cheeks burning. "I'm fine, Ryan."
"Are you?" he pressed gently, taking a step closer. The wind whipped her hair across her face, and he instinctively reached out, tucking a strand behind her ear. His touch was brief, electric. "Because I don't think you are. And I don't think he sees it. Or maybe he just doesn't know what to do about it."
She finally looked at him, her eyes wide, vulnerable. "What are you saying, Ryan?"
He took another deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs. "I'm saying... you deserve more. You deserve someone who sees you, Y/n. Someone who puts his hand on your back, who pulls out your chair, who looks at you like you hung the moon, not like you're another item on his to-do list." He paused, his gaze intense. "Someone who comes home to you, not just the ranch."
Y/n's heart hammered against her ribs. It was as if he’d peeled back layers she’d carefully constructed, exposing a raw, aching truth. Every word he spoke resonated with the quiet yearnings she’d suppressed for years. She thought of the empty nights, the polite conversations, the sense of drifting further and further apart from the man she’d once loved with such fierce abandon.
"Kayce and I... we have Tate," she said, her voice barely a whisper, clutching at the most obvious reason.
"I know," Ryan said, his voice softening, "and he's a lucky boy to have you as his mama. But what about you, Y/n? What about what you deserve?" He took another step, closing the small distance between them. "I see you at home, Y/n, with the kids, while he's out with the boys, or with John, or on the phone. And maybe that's his life. But it doesn't have to be yours."
He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek. His touch was warm, a stark contrast to the biting cold. "I know this ain't my place, Y/n. And Kayce's my friend. But I can't stand to watch you like this anymore. Before y'all go too far... before more years slip by... break up with him."
The words hung in the air, bold and dangerous, yet simultaneously freeing. Y/n stared into his eyes, seeing not just longing, but deep, unwavering conviction. He believed it, truly. And in that moment, seeing herself reflected in his gaze – a woman deserving of more than quiet resignation – she started to believe it too.
Later that evening, the bunkhouse was loud with laughter and card games. Ryan, sitting at a corner table, pretended to be engrossed in a hand of poker, but his mind was replaying Y/n’s startled eyes, the flush on her cheeks, the way she hadn’t immediately pulled away.
Y/n walked back to her cabin, the cold wind feeling less biting now, replaced by a tumultuous warmth in her chest. She found Kayce already asleep, sprawled on their bed, boots still on the floor, the TV flickering silently. He looked tired, worn out from the day's demands. A pang of something – not love, but a familiar ache of responsibility – hit her.
She looked at the ring on her finger, the simple gold band that symbolized a life she’d built, a family she cherished. But Ryan’s words echoed in her mind: Every time I see you, you look like you're about to cry. You deserve more.
She walked to the window, gazing out at the vast, silent ranch, illuminated by the cold moonlight. It was a beautiful, brutal place that demanded everything and gave little back without a fight. She had fought for this life, for Tate, for Kayce. But somewhere along the way, she had stopped fighting for herself.
A new kind of resolve began to settle in her heart. She wasn't an accessory to Kayce's life, or a relic of a past love. She was Y/n. And Ryan, in his quiet, understated way, had reminded her of that. He had seen the empty chair beside her, and he wanted to fill it, not just with his presence, but with a love that truly saw her.
The decision wouldn't be easy. It would shatter the fragile peace she and Kayce had built for Tate. It would cause ripples through the entire Dutton ranch, a place where change was deeply mistrusted. But as she finally climbed into bed, careful not to wake Kayce, Y/n knew one thing with startling clarity: the last dance, the one that truly mattered, was still yet to come. And she wanted to dance it with someone who truly saw her, truly loved her. And she knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified her, that someone might just be Ryan.
Summary: After a long, heavy day, you sat on the porch wrapped in Ryan’s jacket, lost in thought. Sensing your exhaustion, he sat beside you, lacing his fingers through yours. “You don’t have to carry this alone, darlin’,” he murmured. Letting his warmth steady you, you finally let yourself lean into him. As he pulled you closer, he whispered, “Come inside, I’ll make you some tea.” You chuckled at the offer, and for the first time that night, you felt lighter.
Pairing: Reader/Ryan
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the earth damp and the air thick with the scent of wet grass and fresh mud. You sat on the edge of the porch, wrapped in one of Ryan’s old jackets, the fabric still warm from his body heat. The day had been long—too long—and exhaustion weighed heavy in your bones.
Ryan leaned against one of the wooden beams, arms crossed over his chest, watching you carefully. The way his brows knitted together told you he was worried, though he was trying to play it off like he wasn’t.
“Do you feel any better?” he finally asked, his voice low, gentle.
You exhaled, pulling the jacket tighter around yourself. “A little.”
Ryan didn’t look convinced. He pushed off the beam and stepped closer, his boots scuffing against the porch floor. “That’s not an answer.”
You gave him a weak smile, glancing up at him. “It’s the best one I’ve got right now.”
He huffed a small laugh, but the concern didn’t leave his face. Instead, he sat down beside you, his knee brushing against yours. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”
You sighed, tilting your head back, staring up at the dark sky. “I just… I don’t want to drag you into my mess.”
Ryan’s jaw tensed, and he reached over, taking your hand in his. His grip was firm, steady, grounding. “Darlin’, you don’t drag me anywhere. If you’re goin’ through somethin’, then I’m goin’ through it with you.”
Your chest tightened at his words, at the sheer certainty in them. You glanced down at your joined hands, tracing the callouses on his fingers with your thumb. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, I do.” Ryan’s voice was softer now, more serious. “Because I care about you. And I’m not going anywhere.”
A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard, nodding. “I know.”
He squeezed your hand gently, then pulled you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Then let me take care of you, just for a little while.”
You closed your eyes, letting yourself lean into him, letting yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—you didn’t have to carry everything alone.
The night stretched on, the quiet settling around you like a blanket. Ryan stayed by your side, his fingers still intertwined with yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. After a few moments, he spoke again, his voice softer than before.
“You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” he asked. “Or do I gotta guess?”
You sighed, debating whether to say anything at all. But the way Ryan looked at you—patient, steady, like he had all the time in the world—made the words slip past your lips before you could stop them. “It’s just… everything. The weight of it. Some days it’s like I’m barely keeping my head above water.”
Ryan was quiet for a moment before he nodded. “I get that.”
You turned to him, surprised. “You do?”
He let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Darlin’, I might not know exactly what’s on your mind, but I know what it’s like to feel like you’re carrying too much. And I know that tryin’ to do it alone? It don’t work.”
You swallowed, staring down at your lap. “I just don’t wanna be a burden.”
Ryan sighed and shook his head. “You ain't a burden. Not to me. Never.”
You felt a tear slip down your cheek before you could stop it, and before you knew it, Ryan was pulling you closer, wrapping both arms around you. He didn’t say anything else—he just held you, let you sink into him, let you feel like, for once, you didn’t have to be strong.
After a while, when your breathing had evened out and the exhaustion had truly settled in, Ryan pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Come on,” he murmured. “Let’s get inside. I’ll make some tea or somethin’.”
You chuckled against his chest. “You make tea?”
He grinned. “Not very good at it, but I’ll try if it’ll make you feel better.”
You let out a small laugh, and for the first time that night, you felt lighter. Because Ryan was right—you didn’t have to carry everything alone. Not when he was there to share the weight.
summary: you forgot your apartment keys in Ryan’s car
a/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ALMOST A MONTH I was incredibly busy and didn’t have any time to write long fanfics :(((
wc: 2.1k
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Pulling open the glass door that leads into your apartment building, you were soaked from head to toe, which was extremely frustrating because you could feel every fabric and fiber of your clothes sticking to your skin like an egg stuck to a non-greased pan. You were also sure people could see your bra through your now see-through shirt.
Thankfully, no one was currently in the building, either in their apartments or somewhere else.
Tiny droplets of water dripped from your soaked clothes and hair, forming a small puddle on the grayish, almost white porcelain tiles below you. You groaned as you walked to the elevator, praying it would finally be fixed after months of complaining to the landlord about the broken one. Having to take the stairs made your legs ache even more, especially after walking to college and working at a local coffee shop near your apartment.
There was a white piece of paper taped over the elevator, hanging slightly tilted. It read 'CLOSED’ in bold red letters. You huffed in frustration… great! Now you had to climb five flights of stairs, still soaking wet—you were definitely going to catch a cold.
You puffed every step, thinking about your warm apartment and your cat, which was probably screaming for you to come back and feed it. You shivered from the cold rain that poured on you thanks to that self-entitled boy Ryan who seemed he couldn’t get his head out of his ass, whom you swore if you ever saw again, you'd fight with every ounce of rage and hatred you had for him.
Even though he was Brendon’s friend, whom he often talked about, saying you guys would get along and had a lot in common, you couldn’t find anything about him that you liked, even if you tried. You were pretty sure he felt the same way too.
Finally, you reached your floor—the fifth floor. You weren’t completely soaked anymore, but you were still damp from the pouring rain. Your legs stung like fifty thousand bees stinging nonstop as you kept climbing the stairs. You tried to catch your breath after what felt like hours of walking up to your beloved warm apartment.
Luckily, your apartment was only a few doors down the hall, so you didn’t have to walk much further. As you approached your door, you mumbled each neighbor’s door number: “502, 503, 504, 505, 506…” until you reached yours— 507. You fumbled through your pockets, trying to find your keys, which you were sure you had brought with you since you’d shoved them in your pocket and checked during band practice—unless you dropped them, which you prayed you hadn’t.
That meant you’d have to find a way to get inside, maybe even teach your cat how to unlock the door or something. Which would be pretty convenient for you.
You frantically checked every pocket on your clothes and your tote bag— no luck. Shit, you probably dropped them during the car ride with Ryan, that god damn idiot.
You refused to talk to him, even though you didn’t have his number. If you did, you’d never dare to text or call him, not even for a million dollars, you would never even if your life was on the line. Your last hope was to have your best friend and a bird messenger… Brendon to message him for you. You pulled out your phone, groaning internally— great! It was at 15 percent, so you had to message him quickly before your phone died.
You (8:45 PM):
hey bren I think I forgot my keys in Ryan's car
Can u text him to drive back to my apartment so I can get my keys pls
Brendon (8:46 PM):
Why don’t I just give u his number so you can text him? I can’t right now since I’m with my gf ^3^
You sighed at that message. Now you have to text Ryan.
After getting Ryan’s number from Brendon, you seriously considered just sleeping on the gray carpet next to your door. But that would’ve been a huge pain, plus your cat would’ve been screaming and your neighbors probably would've made noise complaints to the landlord like last time since your cat got pretty noisy from time to time. Damn them…
Reluctantly, you typed his number into your phone. God, you were definitely going to kill yourself after this.
You (8:50 PM):
Hey, this is Y/N, Bren's friend. Is it alright if you come back to my building? I think I dropped my keys to my apartment in your car.
Now you just had to wait and hope he’d respond— he might not even answer if he was bitchy enough. A few minutes later, your phone vibrated in your hand, and Ryan’s number appeared on the glowing screen.
Ryan (8:55 PM):
Sure I guess but u owe me for bothering me and wasting my time
You rolled your eyes. Of course, he’s entitled to think you owe him— what else did you expect from him? Especially considering your first encounter with him, which was only a few minutes ago.
Ryan (9:00 PM):
I’m here. Come down to the entrance.
Yay! Now you had to walk all the way back down from the stairs. You'd just climbed 5 flights just to go to your apartment, now you had to walk all the way back down which isn’t so bad then walking up, but still a pain in your ass. You groaned, shoving your phone into your pocket and ignoring his message, not really bothering to answer him.
When you arrived at the building’s entrance, you saw Ryan standing there casually, looking at his phone. When he heard your footsteps, he looked up from the glow of his screen, slipping his phone into his jeans pocket. He raised an eyebrow like you were an alien from out of space or something of the sort, he was trying to hold back laughter coming from his mouth. “You— You look like a wet poodle.” You glared at him looking deep into his dark brown eyes. “Yeah, thanks to you, I’m soaked, and I’ll probably catch a cold thanks a lot. Now give me my keys.” You extended your hand, open, so he could return your keys.
He snorted. “No way! Not after I take a picture of how sad and hilarious you look, I gotta use this as blackmail or something.” He aimed his phone and snapped a quick shot, a bright flash making you flinch from the sudden flash with no warning at all.
You swore you were going to kill him at any moment now. You almost jumped onto him, but you restrained yourself, trying to keep the peace— even if it was for just a little while.
“You little shit— just, give me my keys. My cat is screaming, and I’m going to get a noise complaint.” You sneered through your teeth. Ryan looked at you strangely when you mentioned your cat. “You have a cat? Really, you?” You scoffed. “Uh, yeah? Why you don’t like cats or something?” Ryan shook his head. “It’s not that I hate cats, but— dogs are definitely better.” You shot him a nasty look as he smirked at you, like he knew what he was doing. Of course, he liked dogs. What did you expect? You assumed that you and he were total opposites, especially given how hostile he acted during band practice. Which you still had no clue why, it’s not like you did anything to him.
He tossed your keys back to you. You stumbled and caught them quickly into your hands, you were unsure of how to respond. Despite him being a complete jerk to you, he at least gave you your keys back. It was a polite thing to say is ‘thank you’ right? So, you mumbled a small, “Thank you,” and walked back up the stairs awkwardly.
You didn’t look back— if you did, you probably would have cursed him right then and there.
Finally reaching your floor, you sprinted to your door, muffled crying cat’s screams as he heard your footsteps approaching closer to your apartment door. You fumbled with your keys, trying to find the right one among the many you had on your keychain. Once you unlocked the door, your cat immediately meowed and nuzzled his head into your legs. You smiled and closed the door behind you. “Hellooo Milo, I missed you too.” You scratched behind his ears as he purred. You took off your shoes, placed them near the door, and sighed, knowing you needed to change into dry clothes and take a long, warm shower before you caught a cold.
You hurried to your bedroom, stripping out of your wet clothes and tossing them into the hamper—caring little if they landed inside or not. You changed into cozy pajamas— a worn-out Superman shirt and matching pajama pants. You then headed to the bathroom. Your cat followed, paws tapping on the wooden floor, but you gently closed the door so he wouldn’t come in while you showered, you just wanted a little privacy while you showered. You turned on the shower to a warm temperature, waiting for it to warm up before stepping in. Stripping down to your clothes, you neatly placed them on the sink counter, then you stepped into the steamy, warm shower. You sighed, relaxing all your tense muscles as the warm stream hit your body.
Every problem— school, work, homework, and socializing— seemed to disappear for a few moments. It was nice to finally take off the mask of pretending to be someone you weren’t. Being around people was exhausting. Not because you hated them, but because understanding their tone of voice and intentions was hard. Did they really mean what they said? Were they joking? People were hard to understand in general. It was a struggle, and you had always been quiet and quite closed off unless someone initiated the conversation first for the most part, which made people not understand you or didn’t really bother talking to you.
That’s probably why in high school, it was a surprise when Brendon was one of the few or even the only one who consistently talked to you, waiting for you to pack up so you could walk to your classes together and talk about your guys’ interests or even day-to-day life in high school.
Then you realized you’d been in the shower for far too long. Your fingertips were wrinkled up, which you despised, so you decided to get out—even though you didn’t want to leave the warmth.
Wrapping a white towel around yourself, you dried your hair as much as possible and then used your hair dryer to finish until it was to your liking. You opened the bathroom door, finding your cat on the beaten-up couch, licking himself absently, too focused to even notice your presence.
Sighing, you went into your bedroom to get cozy in your bed, wrapped in multiple blankets, and watched your favorite show before heading to sleep. It was your nightly routine— a few times, unless you were too exhausted or busy with schoolwork, which was pretty often. Which meant you didn’t really have any time for yourself or for you to recharge your social battery.
You placed your phone on the bedside table and pressed play on the current episode you were on. But then not even a few minutes into the show, your phone vibrated, and you groaned. Of course, someone had to text you even though your social battery was completely drained. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand where it was charging, you saw it was Brendon your best friend— what could he possibly want from you now? You wondered to yourself.
Brendon (9:42 PM):
Heyy Y/NN ;)
How was it between you and ryannnn
You sneered at the message, gross. Just hearing his name made you want to throw up, especially with how he phrased it, acting like Ryan didn’t just leave you soaking wet in the rain. And mocking you like he wasn’t the one responsible for you being soaking wet.
You (9:43 PM):
Thanks to him, I was soaked from the pouring rain. He also made fun of me.
Never invite me again unless Ryan isn’t there.
Brendon (9:43 PM):
Come onnn :( He isn’t that bad. He just isn’t used to you yet.
Please atleast come to my party next week!
Reluctantly, you agreed.
You (9:43 PM):
Fine, I’ll come—but I swear, if I see that entitled guy, I’m leaving immediately.
Brendon (9:44 PM):
Yay!! I promise he won’t :33
And so, you prepared yourself for next week, knowing you’d need to summon all your energy to socialize and mingle, even if you didn’t really know anyone. But it was Brendon, your best friend—how could you say no?
Plus, he promised your sworn enemy wouldn’t be there… right?
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Summary: The wranglers were off limits but what happens when you break that rule and fall with one? Worse what happens when your over protective family find out because you were almost killed by one of your father's enemies?
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Secret relationship, love, Ryan in love, talks of sex, Teeter and Colby(bc they are their own little warning) blood
A/n: This takes place in season 3 when Colby and Teeter go skinny dipping and are attacked by Wade Marrow but I added the reader. It pretty much stays the same with a few changes to fit the plot!I love Teeter and the way she talks I tried to type like she talked but it wasn't easy but I tried for y'all so forgive me! Probably not my best but I liked this idea! Ryan doesn't get the love he deserves he was the sexiest cowboy in the show!
When you're the youngest Dutton dating is a hard thing...you have a dad, 3 older brothers, a Rip and the scariest of them all...a Beth! Well maybe Kacey was the worst? Either way dating was not an easy thing and being with a cowboy from the bunkhouse was completely off limits! Your father did not want you with a cowboy said they were bad news!
So it's because of all this reason you kept your relationship with Ryan a secret! Which wasn't easy at first but over the year you've been together you've come up with ways to be alone and sneak around...
There were a lot of mornings where Ryan would sneak out of your room while the rest of the house was asleep, also mornings he overslept and you to sneak him out yourself! Volunteering to do errands with him(which always ended with the 2 of you parked on a back road). Alots nights where the 2 of you 'just happened' to have a date with a random person. Lots of barn meet ups and hanging out in the bunk house where there wasn't enough chairs so you had to sit in his lap(making his hand wonder).
But your favorite thing to do together to be alone was taking late night rides out to a pasture on the other side of the property. You would take blankets, beer, snacks and sometimes an old radio and dance under the stars to Cowboys and Angels! The pasture held the best and most special memories of your relationship! It's where you had your first date, where Ryan asked you to be his girlfriend, you said you're first I love you in that pasture and it's where you first made love to him! You didn't care if Ryan was off limits he was the only thing in your messed up crazy world that made you happy! And being a Dutton you needed happiness!
As careful as you thought you were Teeter caught on and one night convinced Colby to go with her to follow y'all while you had one of your pasture date nights.
"Save'a horse ride'a cowboy" you hear Teeter laugh while you and Ryan were in the middle of making out causing you both to jump and look back as they jump on their horses "I fucken told ya"
"Ryan and the youngest Dutton" Colby shakes his head smirking "you know she's off limits right"
"did y'all really follow us?" You asked still straddling Ryans lap
"hell yah we did! I fuckin knew y'all was fuckin...didn't mama tell ya they was fuckin baby" Teeter says to Colby making him shake his head "I'm not your baby but yeah you were right! You know Mr.Dutton is gonna kill you...no Beth and Kayce are gonna kill you"
"they aren't gonna find out because you two are gonna keep your mouths shut!" You tell them
"well if y'all don't wanna t'know ya might wanna cover up em hickies on your titties an the bite marks on Ryans chest" Teeter says pointing to the two of you and smiles.
It is only then you and Ryan realized you were only in your and he shirtless so Ryan grabs your shirt and helps you put it on before putting his shirt on
"why the hell did you two follow us? How did you never know" Ryan asked after getting his shirt on
"I had a feelin yall was fuckin so I drag my baby-"
"not your baby"
"yah ya are baby but hush mamas talkin...an'ways I dragged my baby up he're t prove I was right"
"how did you even know Teeter?"
"awwww fuck y'all ain't hard t read! Givin them love sick puppy eyes when y'all round e'ch othea, sneaken off, an I seen them fucken hands wounderen under that table in the bunkhouse Ryan"
"I thought she was crazy...well crazy for her but but it all seemed to add up the more I thought about it so I let her drag me out here to see if it was true" Colby said looking at Teeter "awwwww ya wanted t be alone with mama didn't ya baby"
"no...no I wanted to see if you were crazy"
"uh-huh keep tell yaself that baby I'm wearin ya down"
"so how y'all been you know-"
"fuckin" Teeter says finishing Colbys sentence
"I was gonna put it nicer but sure we'll go with that"
"we're not just fuckin...we're in a real relationship been together over a year" Ryan tell them
"ohhh so y'all like n'love an shit"
"yes! Very much in love" you smile at Ryan before he kisses your lips "yes we are baby" he smiles when he pulls away
"awww that's actually kinna sweet"
"I'm happy for y'all and all but what are you gonna do about your family? If this one figured it out it's only a matter of time before Beth is dragging Rip and Kayce up here to follow you"
"baby gotta point" Teeter says making Colby roll his eyes
"we're gonna tell my family just...Daddy's got all this shit with Wade Marrow and Market Equities I wanna wait til he's taken of all that first before I give another heart attack"
"he really gon be that mad" Teeter asked
"well I'm not allowed to mess around with the cowboys...but he never said I couldn't fall in love with one so maybe not" you laugh
"loop hole" Ryan jokes and kisses your cheek
"don't think Beth or Kayce is gonna see it that way" Colby points out
"well til y'all ready t tell em we can help y'all sneak round be ya alibis an shit."
"awwww you'd really do that for us Teeter" you ask
"hell yah ya my best friend y/n an Ryan is Colbys so yah we y'all...want'a say baby ya gonna help mama hide their relationship" Teeter says pinching Colbys ass making him jump and you and Ryan laugh "if she stops callin me baby and grabbing my ass I'll help!"
"why stop her...that" you say gesturing between them "is gonna happen"
"no it's not" Colby shakes his head
"it is 100% happening" Ryan says making his best friend just stare at him and shake his head again "so you gonna help Teeter" you ask with a big grin
"yeah yeah whatever I'll help but...I'm not getting my face rearranged for you"
"mama kiss better baby" Teeter wink
"yeah Colby mama will kiss it better" you mock him making give you a deadpan look making Ryan laugh
"I'm leavin have fun" Colby says getting back on his horse
"yah y'all have fun" Teeter says getting on her horse then looks down at you" don't git er pregnant"
"I'm on the pill were good" you wink
"well then...ride it hard ride it rough girl" she winks back and tips her hat
"I always do" you smirk
"I didn't wanna know that" Colby says then rides off with Teeter behind him
You and Ryan watch them ride away laughing before you turn back to your boyfriend and take your shirt and bra off "where were be cowboy"
"I think" he says taking his shirt off and flipping you on your back "I was right about to have my midnight snack and make you scream loud enough to scare the wolves away" he smiles and starts unbuttoning your jeans
It's been a 6 weeks since Teeter and Colby had caught you and Ryan! But they have kept their word and have helped you cover your relationship.
You were so ready to tell your family about you and Ryan ready to stop sneaking around but every time you think it's a good day to do so another crisis happens. It was really starting to get to you! You wanted to be able to show off your sexy cowboy, ready to be able hold his hand and kiss him in front of everyone like Beth does with Rip! Ready to cuddle in the bunkhouse like the rest of guys with their girlfriends but because your last name is Dutton it's never that easy! But all that was gonna change in the most unexpected way and in typical Dutton fashion...
"well since it's your day off baby what are your plans?" Ryan asked when he met you in the barn
"you mean other then miss you" you smirk making him laugh "yeah other then that"
"I'm gonna go help Teeter and Colby on the fences today while you're out I don't feel like sitting here listening to Dad and Beth bitch about Jamie all damn day"
"ok baby just be careful please! Wade Marrow and his dick head son are still around"
"I don't think they will come on our land he is stupid but not that stupid" you tell him wrapping your arms around his neck
"I don't know baby they both seem pretty stupid"
"true but I know a secret that makes me believe he won't" you say making him look at you confused "what"
"you can't tell anyone not even Colby, I'm not supposed to know but I was eavesdropping last night when Daddy Rip and Kayce were talking...Wade Marrow wears the brand"
"he what? When did he work here"
"wayyyyy before Rip like I think even before Lloyd started"
"so want makes you think if he wears the brand he won't come on the property"
"because I'd he does baby...Daddy's making Rip take it back" you tell him raising your eyebrows "how does...you know what never mind I don't wanna know how you take that back!"
"yeah me either I'm sure it's not pretty and very painful"
"well either way please be careful I don't trust them...take your gun"
"already got it baby" you smile and lift your shirt showing the gun in your holster
"good! Now give me a kiss before your brother comes looking for me"
He leans down crashing his lips onto yours making you deepen it. What was supposed to be a quick goodbye kiss turns into a full makeout session! Hands in the hair, hoisting you up, kisses down the neck...
"you guys should really be more careful" you both hear Colby say causing you both to turn around "do y'all do anything but kiss and fuck"
"yes smartass but he's so damn good at both I can't help but jump his bones...he's also really good with his tongue"
"my woman says I have talents" Ryan laugh
"ewwwww I don't...wanna know that"
"hell I do!" Teeter says coming in the barn "he do tricks? Make ya toes curl"
"please don't answer-"
"oh my gosh yes-"
"annnnnd she's answering" Colby says giving Ryan a disgusted look
"and he is a mid fuck-"
"ok ok baby thanks for bragging on me but they don't need to know everything"
"Im not telling them everything I haven't told them about the-" Ryan covers your mouth and shakes his head and kisses your forehead "they don't need to know that baby"
"thank you for shutting her up! I'm gonna have nightmares" Colby says
"I think ya mean wet dreams" you say holding back a laugh making him shake his head "no...definitely nightmares"
"ok well I really gotta go" Ryans says kiss you again before turning to Colby "take care of her! Anything happens to her I'll kill you"
"yeah yeah yeah I gotta her"
"I love you baby! Be careful and dont do anything stupid or let Kayce do anything stupid" you say raising your eyes brows
"we won't promise! I love you!*kiss* I'll miss you*kiss*"
"I love you more*kiss* and I'll miss you more*kiss*"
"oh my God just leave" Colby says rolling his eyes
"fine! I love you baby" Ryans says one last time before kiss you again "I love too cowboy"
Ryans puts his hat on and off walks out of the barn turn one last time blows you a kiss and wink making you your smile grow!
"you guys are so sickening" Colby says say
"nah baby they cute! In love"
"thank you Teeter!"
"whatever let's get this shit loaded up so we can do this"
The day is going good and you were having a good time especially watching Teeter torture Colby! The only thing missing was Ryan! You were happy the property had good pretty good cell service where you were because in between fixing the fence you were either texting Ryan or on the phone with him!
"can the two of you go 5 minutes without talking" Colby asked making you look up from your phone "you're supposed to be helping us"
"ummmm technically it's my day off...my daddy pays yalls not me"
"well then why did you come if you are just gonna be on your phone with your boyfriend"
"so I could watch you fall in love and get to be as happy as me and Ryan are! I needed this front row seat"
"Damn right she did! Ya gon be in love with me by the end of the fuckin day baby" Teeter says smacking Colbys ass
"no...I'm not! But if she put her phone down we could have this whole fence line done by nightfall"
"Fine" you roll your eyes "but when I don't text back and my very sexy cowboy thinks I been eaten by a bear you get to deal with him"
"fine whatever just help!"
Colby was right...with 3 of you working the fences it's getting done a lot quicker then expected. Only problem was the hot Montana sun was about to kill you! So Teeter gets an idea! Was it a good one? No? Were you gonna do it? Yes!
"let's go skinny dippin" Teeter says taking her shirt off making you laugh
"uhhh no let's not"
"oh come on why not Colby? We're almost done and it's hot? And that water would feel so good"
"ummm plenty of reasons-"
"I knows he was gay...he don't wanna see 2 hot girls naked"
"I'm not gay but we are almost done and if Ryan knew I not only saw you naked but went skinny dipping with you he would MURDER me! Like literally kill me...in a slow painful way"
"I'm not gonna get naked in front of you Colby! My body is reserved for your best friend but...a bra and panties are the same as a bikini plus I'm in no real hurry Ryan isn't gonna be til real late" you say taking your shirt off and running to catch up with Teeter who is already naked as the day she was born
"ohhhh this is such a bad idea" Colby mumbles as he sees your pants come off "very bad idea"
You and Teeter are already in the water splashing around when Colby appears "for the record this is a very bad idea"
"we heard you the first hundred times! It's 20 minutes to cool down then we'll get back to work!"
10 minutes later the 3 of you are laughing and joking but it doesn't last long...
"Well well well if it ain't the littlest Dutton"
"what y'all lookin at fuck heads this ain't no free titty show" Teeter tells the 2 men on the horses
"she's got a mouth on her" Wade Marrow says laughing
"maybe but I'm to busy looking at the other one" his son says looking you up and down
"well look away fucking prev and get the fuck off my ranch! You're on the wrong side of the fence!" You tell them then hear them laugh
"whole words on the wrong side of the fence for you today sweetheart!"
"don't call me that asshole!
"little girl you and your friends need to move on now" Wade Marrow says making you laugh "I'm not going anywhere"
"just do what she said...get the fuck off our ranch!" Colby says
"oh it's your ranch now is it boy?"
"it's my daddy's ranch" you said standing up "which makes it my ranch and I said get the fuck off it"
"oh we will sweetheart...but I want you to give your daddy a message for me"
"oh yeah" you laugh "and what fucking message is that"
"your hotter then hell girl so I almost feel sorry for this" Wades son says smirking before him and his dad charge into the water on their horses making your eyes go wide.
They begin to use their horses to try their best to trample the 3 of you under water. You feel a horse hoove hit your ribs, stomach and face and a rock on your shoulder, it was the worst pain of your life. You somehow were able to get a big rock and stand up where you throw it hitting Wades son in the head knocking him into the water
"fucking bitch" he says punching you
That's the last thing you remember before it all went dark.
Hours later Ryan was still on his way back to the ranch after running into problems of his own. He hadn't heard from since 5:32 yesterday afternoon when you told him the 3 of you were almost done and it was now 6:57am and he was freaking out. Everything from a dead phone to a dead you flashing in his mind. Even more so when Colby wasnt texting him back He pulls up to the bunk house at 7:25 and barley has the car in parked when he jumps out running into the bunkhouse fully prepared to give his best friend the loudest ass chewing! When he walks in he finds both Teeter and Colbys bed empty with no indication either had slept there.
"Jake! Where's Colby and Teeter?"
"I don't know man they weren't here back before I went to bed last night or here when I woke up! Probably finally screwing each others brains out"
"did you see y/n come back" Ryan asked
"nah haven't seen her either but there's Lloyd he was just up at the house maybe he saw her...wait why you asking about y/n"
"none of your fucking business" Ryan says heading out the door
"Hey Lloyd...you see Y/n up at the house"
"no just Kacey"
"was her truck there"
"yeah it was there why" Lloyd asked with a suspicious look
"Needed to ask her something. You seen Colby or Teeter? She went with them maybe they know where she is"
"nah they never came back last night probably found a spot in the woods" he laughs
"yeah maybe" Ryan says going back inside bunkhouse
20 calls to you, 15 text and 10 agonizing minutes later Ryan hears the side by side pull up and Kacey and Rip yelling making Ryan bold to the door but he wasn't prepared for what he saw...
You were wrapped in a blanket with your face bloody and busted up being carried bridal style by Rip. You looked dead and at first he thought you were til he heard you ask for him "I-I want Ryan"
"oh my God baby what the fuck happened" he asked taking in your appearance then pushes past Colby and and Kacey before grabbing you from Rip
"baby?" Kacey and Rip say looking at Ryan who now has you in his arms
"Ryan?" You asked confused
"yeah baby it's me I'm here! We're gonna get you some help ok...Walker get the fucking door"
Ryan lays you on his bed and unwraps the blanket seeing you in just your bra and panties but the bruises all over your body was what he was more concerned about.
"it hurts" you cry "everything hurts"
"I know baby I know Rip called the vet and Kacey gonna go get your dad in a minute" He says running his hand through your air then turns to Colby with fire in his eyes and get to his feet shoving his best friend to the ground "YOU SAID YOUD TAKE CARE OF HER! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!"
"baby...it's not Colbys fault"
"he said he would take care of you!"
"it wasn't my fault...the girls wanted to cool down and go swimming and they attacked us-"
"Who? Who attacked y'all?" Rip asked
"Wade Marrow and his son. They trampled us with their fucking horses then his dick head son beat the shit out of her when she knocked him off his horse...I tried Ryan but it all happened so fast"
"why the fuck did y'all go swimming? You were supposed to be fixing the fence" Ryan asked Colby
"better question is what the fuck is going on with you and my baby sister" Kacey asked looking at Ryan
"does that really matter right now?" Ryan asked
"yeah it kinda does! I need to warn by dad before he walks in here seeing you with her! So"
"Kac...we've been together over a year" you barley get out
"you what!?"
"yell later right now someone get that vet I'm in a lot of pain" you tell your brother
"your both gonna be in pain when Dad gets down here!"
Before you could respond the vet shows up and Kacey leaves to go get your dad.
The vet looks you over real quick then ask Ryan and Rip for help to pop your shoulder back into place "y/n this is gonna hurt like hell...you ready"
"no! But go ahead"
Rip pops your shoulder back into place which makes you scream and cry, then the vet takes the staples out of your face and properly stitches up your cheek. She also stitches up the small cut on your eyebrow before moving on to checking your ribs.
"am I still beautiful" you joke looking at Ryan making him laugh and run his hand down the other side of of your face "youre always beautiful baby"
"what's this shit" you hear your dad say pointing between you and Ryan
"ummmm daddy you know by boyfriend Ryan right?" You say with an awkward smile trying to laugh but you grunt and hold your ribs
"we'll get to that in a minute...what's wrong with my daughter doc"
"Rip had to pop her shoulder back into place and I took fence staples out of face and restitch her cheek and eyebrow they both might leave a scar and from the bruises on her side I think she might have a few broken ribs. I won't know anything til I x-ray her but shes in so much pain might be easier if I use the portable ultrasound to look"
"go get it...gives me time to yell and find out what the hell happened" he says never taking his eyes off you and Ryan "oh and doc get her something for the pain"
"yes sir give me 15 minutes"
"Jake go with her and help bring back but she needs" your dad says
Jake and the vet walks out just as Beth walks in making a B-line to you pushing everyone out of the way "oh my God what the fuck happened? Who am I killing?" she says taking in the site of you then she notices Ryan hovering and holding your hand and she raises her eyebrow "and why the fuck are you hovering and holding my baby sisters fucking hand"
"I'd like to know that too!" your Kacey says looking at Ryan
"first things first someone tell me what the fuck happened to my daughter...and why she's in just a bra and panties! Someone cover her!"
Colby tells your dad about the impromptu swim and the horses then moves on to tell him how Wades son beat the shit out of you. With every word Colby says your dad gets more pissed off. He looks over to Kacey, Rip and Lloyd and they all seem to have some kind of silent conversation before they all nod then your dad turns back to you.
"ok now we know who me need to fucking kill let's move on to this" Beth says pointing to you and Ryan "how fucking long"
"little over a year" you say softly making your dad nod
"a fucking year! A whole fucking year!" Kacey says making you nod "you've been screwing my sister for a year" Kacey says
"pretty sure I told you my wranglers were off limits...and I'm pretty damn sure I told my wranglers my daughter was off limits that if they want a piece of ass go to the bar...not sneak into my house for it"
"huh" you say confused
"you two must think I'm the dumbest son of bitch there is don't you...you don't think I know he's the one you've been sneaking in and out of the house? Seen him and his bare ass running from the damn house a few months ago!"
"does he have a cute ass?" Beth whispers
"Beth!" Your dad warns
"you did? Why didn't you say anything" you asked ignoring Beth
"didn't see the point! You should know by now nothing goes on in the valley or on this ranch I don't know about!"
"are you mad daddy" you asked
"I am!" Kacey says speaking up looking at Ryan before your dad can answer "You've been screwing my sister for over a year!"
"Kacey it isn't like that-"
"Then what it's like huh? Explain that"
"We don't have to explain shit to you Kayce! I'm 26 year old"
"I don't give a fuck y/n! You still should have fucking said something"
"I don't have to tell-"
"I love her Kacey I love her more then anything" Ryan says cutting you off before you and Kacey get into a screaming match
"I don't give a shit! You both still fucking lied! Im gonna beat the shit out of you!" Kacey says making his to Ryan but stops when you get to your feet
"you touch him I'll return the favor on your wifes face."
"you wouldn't fucking dare!"
"wouldn't be the first time...fucking try me Kacey"
"both of you knock it the fuck off now! Ryan, Beth sit her the fuck down before she causing more damage to herself and Kacey back up from your sister before I beat your ass! Neither of you are hitting anyone you understand me?"
"you're just gonna let that shit go?" Kacey says
"no I'll deal with it son but right now my main concern isn't about who your sister is dating it's about taking care of her! After the vet tells me what's going on with her I'll deal with everything for now shut up"
"Kacey your father's right" Rip says pulling Kacey back making him sit down
"Beth...are you mad" you ask your sister who gives you a look you can't read
"depends" she says making you raise an eye brow "he blow your back out everytime...make you scream? Can he eat pussy" she asked making yours and Ryan's eyes go wide. You don't know why you're surprised she just asked that I mean she's Beth
"for fuck sakes Beth-"
"not now daddy" She says putting her hand up to him "I need to know this answer so I can decide if I'm happy for my little sister because I won't let her be with a man who can't fuck good or bad at eating pussy"
"Beth honey... I don't think your father wants to know that" Rip says shaking his head
"to late I've already fucking asked...so" she says looking at you for an answer
"yes he does" you say softly making Ryan mumble oh my God
"ok well then I'm ok with it! Ryan you fucking hurt her my daddy is the least of your fucking problems!"
Before Ryan could reply Jake and the vet walk in with the supplies they went for and you can see Ryan let out a breath and you couldnt help but laugh.
"ok let's see if anything is broken" The vet says making her over to you
"did you bring anything for the pain doc? She's in a lot of it" Ryan asked making the vet nod "yes but the only thing I have is Banamine before I give it to her I wanna make sure it's ok? She's a small girl" the vet says looking at your father for the ok
"yeah that's fine doc just a small dose I'll have Keith write her something for later"
"ok Rip can you get her 2ccs ready while I check her ribs? I'll give it to her after"
The vets takes her time going over all your ribs letting you know you have 2 broken one and a cracked one then moves to your stomach when she stops.
"Rip...never mind on that pain medicine I can't give it to her"
"what why not? I need something I'm in fucking pain" you tell her
"I get that but umm-"
"but what doc spit it out? What do you see?" you dad says moving closer to you
"y/n...your pregnant" she says looking at you then your father
The whole bunkhouse goes silent and looks at the small screen not knowing what to say. You look at Ryan whos looking at the screen half excited half scared to death then he looks back to you "we're gonna have a baby?" He whispers rubbing your head seeming to forget there was a room full of people.
You don't have time to say anything before you see Kacey making his way to you mad then see Ryan on the floor
"KACEY GET OFF OF HIM" you yell trying to get up but Beth stops you "RIP STOP HIM"
"YOU KNOCKED UP MY BABY SISTER"
You don't even know what's happening since Beth is body blocking you doing her best to shield you in case they get to close. The only thing you can see are fist flying but after a few minutes you hear your father yelling and Kayce being pretty much thrown across the room by your father crashing into the table "THATS ENOUGH KACEY!" Your dad yells
You don't know how but you manage to sit up with 2 broken rib and get past Beth but you do then you go to check on Ryan who is already being tended to by Colby "oh my God baby are you ok"
"yeah baby I'm ok I've had worse" he says and spits some blood then looks at your sister "Beth...please get her back into that bed"
"Better yet Beth" your father says standing in the middle of the room what had just been destroyed and shakes his head "You and Teeter get her back to the house and in her own bed while I deal with these 2"
"I'm not leaving-"
"yes you are young lady! You have 2 broken ribs another one is cracked and you're pregnant! I'll bring Ryan up in a little bit now go with your sister!" He says then looks at Beth "Call Keith tell him what happened and she's pregnant and find out what she can take for pain!"
"daddy-"
"I said go y/n" he says in that voice that leaves no room for arguments
"I'll be up there soon baby" Ryan says kissing you "I love you"
"I love you too"
Teeter and Beth help you walk towards the door but you make them stop when you get to your brother. You take everyone by surprise when you make a fist and punch him in the face making him fall to the floor "be lucky it was you and not Monica"
Beth and Teeter help you shower and get into something comfortable before helping you to your room. Beth has Teeter help you get comfortable in bed while she calls a couple doctors for you.
You lay in your bed still in shock about being pregnant. Yeah you and Ryan have talked about kids but being pregnant right now was definitely not part of your plan. But even tho you were shocked you were also excited. And you just hopped Ryan was too.
You don't know how long you were in bed and you must have dozed off because next thing you know you are being woken up by Ryans voice "hey baby...how you feeling"
"really fucking sore" you tell him making him smile "what about you" you ask when you see his face
"don't worry about me I'm ok...told you I had worse. Me and brother worked it out-"
"you mean my daddy laid into both of you?"
"yeah" he laugh
"I'm sorry" you say after a minute your eyes filling with tears
"what are you sorry about baby? You didn't do anything"
"I didn't mean to get pregnant" you said your voice cracking tears coming to your eyes making Ryan smile and shake his head
"I'm not mad baby I promise! I'm happy!" He says wiping your tears
"your happy? Really?"
"I'm having a baby with the love of my life how could I not be happy"
"We didn't plan kids right now and we found out because I was trampled by a horse by 2 crazy people"
"baby we might not have planned it this soon but I'm excited either way! I'm beyond excited!"
"Really?"
"Yes baby" he says kissing then pulls back looking at your face "and don't worry about Wade Marrow and his son it's being taken care of...tonight! They won't ever bother you again"
"How-"
"Don't worry about it baby just know it's gonna be taken care of!"
"Just answer me this...will whatever youre planning make you have to wear the brand?"
"yes but that's all you get to know" he says
"ok I won't ask any more questions...I trust you"
"good!" He says kissing your lips "Now your dad is downstairs and wants to know if you can come to the livingroom if not he'll come up here"
"will you carry me" you pout
"come on" he laughs before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the livingroom where your dad, brother, sister and Rip were waiting along with Monica.
"how you feeling baby" your dad ask when Ryan sits you on the couch
"I want something for the pain but I'm ok"
"I have an OB coming to the house in about an hour to check you out in the meantime take these" Beth says handing Ryan a few pills and some water to give you "how did you manage a house call so fast" you asked before Ryan helps you take your pills
"I know people" she smiles making you laugh then groan in pain
"ok now that that's taken care of I wanna talk about you and my wrangler"
"I was always gonna tell you I didn't mean to hide it for so long but every time I went to tell you something happened...Tate went missing, Wade Marrow showed up, Jamie being Jamie just didn't want to pile on more"
"you still could have told me instead of me catching him sneaking out...seeing his bare wasn't something I ever wanted to see"
"sorry about that sir" Ryan says softly
"you still never answered me y/n...does he have a cute ass" Beth ask taking a sip of her Tito's making you laugh and nod "cute asses are always a plus... continue Daddy" she says pouring herself another drink
"did you plan to get pregnant" Kacey ask staring at you making you narrow your eyes at him "Did you plan to knock Monica up at just what 18? No? didn't think so? Shut up!"
"your my sister y/n I think I have the right-"
"that's the thing Kacey no you don't! Who I date, who I sleep with is none of your fucking business! Did I plan to get pregnant right now no I didn't! But it's happening!"
"you weren't supposed to be messing around with anyone from the bunkhouse-"
"you really don't wanna get into this with me Kacey...trust me shut up while you're ahead!"
"alright enough you two" your father says letting out a frustrated sigh
"no I wanna hear what she has to say!"
"ok Kacey but before I say this don't say I didn't warn you and don't get mad when your wife runs out crying...don't act like what I did was so horrible when you got drunk at 18 and knock up someone who hates our family, our ranch, does everything she can to change you and does nothing but bitch about our way of life...but never seems to have problem using our last name or calling me or Beth when someone messes with her...like that the store a few months ago! Yeah the Dutton name was ok then right Monica? And it was ok to use to get a job! Ryan might just be a wrangler to you but he had defended me, you, our father and this ranch and don't forget risked his his life when your son went missing while your wife sat here saying she never should have come to the ranch! At least the person I fell in love with doesn't try to change me and doesn't leave me every couple weeks! Ryan doesn't see the Dutton name as a convenience like her...the only she has ever done right was give birth to Tate"
"that's enough y/n!" Your dad says raising his voice when Monica runs from the room crying
"I thought she was doing a good job! If you could drink I'd pour you one" Beth says before Kacey leaves the room to follow Monica then your dad turns and looks at you "was all that necessary"
"I warned him"
"she did daddy...we all heard her"
"Enough" John says pinching the bridge of his nose then turns to you "so how it's gonna work. Ryan...do you plan to be involved?" Your dad
"he better!" Kayce says coming back in the room making you shoot daggers at him "do I need to hit you again Kac"
"enough y/n" your dad says then looks back at Ryan
"yes sir 100%! I'll be there her and the baby and whatever they need. And I'll get house for us I'll start looking today. I have a pretty good savings-"
"no! You are one of my best wranglers can't have you off the property the 2 of you can take a foreman's cabins it's plenty big for the 3 of you. I want my daughter and grandchild on the ranch where there is protection especially now...do you plan to marry her"
"daddy! I don't want him to marry me just because im-"
"yes sir! And it's not because she's pregnant Mr.Dutton I've waited to asked her for awhile now but I was waiting until you knew about us...I even have a ring-"
"you have a ring?!" You and Beth say shocked
"when did you get a ring?" You asked
"about 3 months ago before everything with Made Marrow started after we talked about telling your family" Ryan says and pulls out a simple silver ring with a small diamond on it making your eyes go wide when he drops down on one knee.
"Ryan...you don't have to just because I'm pregnant"
"I'm not baby I promise! I had a whole different plan on how I wanted to do this but it doesn't matter how I ask you I want to prove to you and your family that I love you and I'm in 100%! Y/n Dutton I love you so much I have since I first saw you and even tho we didn't plan to have kids right now I love our baby already and can't wait to be a father! So will you make me the happiest cowboy and marry me"
"yes! Oh my God yes" you say through tears them grab his face smashing your lips onto his.
Ryans pulls away and slips the ring on your finger making your smile get even bigger!
"I get to plan a wedding a baby shower!" Beth says before pouring herself a drink then raised her glass "both of which are gonna be big"
"well Ryan" your dad starts "you better be good to both of them! Or I lll send Rip"
"yes sir I promise!"
"ok well tomorrow the two of you can start moving into the cabin!" Your father says then calls for Gator to get you something to eat then has Beth help you back to bed.
"Ryan after doctor leaves head to the bunkhouse" Rip says after you leave the room
"does she know?" Your dad asked making Ryan shake his head "she only knows it's being taken care and I'll get the brand for what's going down but she doesn't want to know anything else"
"good!"
"one request sir" Ryan says making your nod for him to continue "Those fuckers almost cost me both of them and I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect her but...I wanna be the one to do it! I want the last thing that son of his to see is my face!"
"you got it" Rip says
You kept your word and never asked what happened that day!
On the first day you had Evelyn home Beth surprised you with a small little welcome home party for Evelyn with all your family and friends. Everyone just wanted to get a chance to hold her but Beth wasn't letting that happen...
You and Ryan were married a month later in the pasture where your love first began and 7 months later you welcomed your daughter Evelyn Jane into the world! She had her fathers eyes lips and dark hair and your nose and chin and she was 100% perfect!
"Beth damnit let me hold my granddaughter! You haven't let her go since y/n walked in the damn with her" your dad says huffing
"I'm her God mother daddy she's basically my baby too" she says still not handing the baby over "Beth give the baby to your father and have a drink" Rips tells your sister making you laugh at her raised eyebrow "I can drink and hold the baby at the same time! now daddy go check on your daughter and I might let you hold her when I'm done"
You stood at Evelyns nursery door while Ryan rocked her to sleep and you listened to your husband sing to her the song you used to dance to on your late night dates and the one you danced to at your wedding and it warned your heart. Seeing Ryan with her made you feel completely whole! And you knew there was never another cowboy in this world you could ever love!
As the night goes on your father does finally get to hold his granddaughter but not for long before Beth steals her again. You had to admit it was pretty comical watching your sister and dad fight over your daughter.
"ya ever think of us havin one baby" you hear Teeter ask Colby making him spit his drink out "you wanna put in baby in me"
"yeah Colby gonna put a baby in her" you laugh
"yeah...no" Colby says walking off
"he likes practicin tho" Teeter says
The rest of the night is filled with laugh, food and drinking while everyone passes your baby girl around and showers her with gifts before everyone leaves finally giving you and Ryan time alone as a family for the first time.
You wake your way to the couch and a few minutes later hear Ryans footsteps behind you followed by feeling a kiss to your head "she's asleep" he says before sitting down beside you
"I heard you singing to her" you say leaning your head on his shoulder making him laugh "I know I have a horrible voice"
"no you sound good plus you sang her our song"
"well she's got to learn it early"
"think I played it enough when I was pregnant I'm sure she does" you laugh
"true" he says kissing your head again
Things are quiet for a few minutes before Ryan lets out a small laugh making you look at him confused "why are you laughing"
"your sister...she's a baby hog...Rip too surprisingly" he laughs
"yeah I know but you can't they aren't protective plus since Beth can't have kids, our kids are gonna be the closest thing her and Rip ever have to their own she just better help in the middle night too" you laugh
"kids huh" he smirks making you roll your eyes "you want more?"
"yes but let my vagina heal from this one then we'll talk more...deal"
"deal" he laughs "speaking of your vagina...you feeling ok? Need anything? Meds?"
"yeah I could use something but first wanna help me shower" you wiggle your eyes brows making him laugh "yes baby come on. Then you're gonna get some sleep I'll take Evelyn duty tonight"
headcannon // how you probably met the jackass boys
summary: how you met the jackass boys (johnny, pontius, ryan, bam, steve-o)
gn!reader
JOHNNY
picture this - it's the early 2000s and you have started a job at MTV as an apprentice camera operator on a new show called "Jackass"
you're first day on set, it was like a whiplash on how the boys acted on set versus the way you live your life normally
it was crazy for you to see men in their 30s (or early 20s in bam and ryan's case) act like complete man children for days on end to film content for an MTV show
however, this is not to say you didn't have fun on set and the jackass cast wasn't fun to talk to
you were finally getting comfortable and settling into the swing of things on set about a month in when the literal star of the show greeted you on your way into the shoot location that day
instantly, you were caught off guard as you rarely had to interact with johnny for any reason other than to tell him he's out of frame or you had to take the shot again
it took you a couple of seconds to put your brain back together and form words in order to speak to johnny
you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't shared lingering glances with johnny on set, whether behind the scenes or not
however, you didn't think of it before as it never blossomed into anything more
and now that you're standing in the doorway of a hockey rink with nothing distracting you from the beautiful man in front of you, with his dark brown eyes trained on you and his gaze raking across your face, you're finding it hard to talk
once you had gotten enough courage to work up a response to johnny's "hello", he wasn't so scary to talk to
in fact, he must have liked you because he invited you to a house party he was throwing that night
needless to say, he enjoyed your company, and you greatly enjoyed his
CHRIS
i wanna say you probably met chris while he was filming wildboyz
like you were a spectator on his and steve-o's insane filming day and got dragged into it by jeff, who thought it would be good content to film an unscripted reaction to the events they were filming
you were extremely nervous as you were being briefed by jeff on what was going to happen as you had never been on tv before, let alone done anything of what the boys were doing
the stunt was probably when they held that big ass tarantula, just saying
while filming, chris was really supportive of you and helped through any nerves you experienced while dealing with the stunt
he would give you a cute smile anytime managed to calm yourself down and do something even fucking crazier than him or steve thought of, like putting the tarantula on your neck or something idk
jeff must have liked the content that you brought to the show as he asked you to come back for another stunt they were going to film next
despite initial hesitances from you, with the cheering and support from chris holding your hand and persuading you with those chocolate eyes, you agreed to it
and that is how you became a regular appearance on wildboyz and got to know chris better
STEVE-O
you most definitely met him at a house party you guys were invited to, but ya'll didn't know each other
like you were a friend of a friend and got invited to this MASSIVE party in hollywood hills
immediately once you arrived, you could hear shouts, cheers, and groans coming from a room further in the house
it didn't take you long to figure out where the commotion was coming from as you stepped into the kitchen and there was a man fucking swinging from the chandelier
as your initial shock wore off, the man dropped down almost on top of you and had to steady himself on your shoulders to make sure he didn't fall over
"sorry, dude. i hope i didn't hurt you" would for sure be the first words he said to you
i think he would be captivated by your nonchalant energy when reacting to his antics and would want to hang around you for vibes sake
ya'll definitely had deep ass conversations on like the patio or something while there's a mosh pit behind you
all in all, steve really enjoyed talking to you as you shared a lot of similar experiences together and could bond over you interests
you may or may not leave alone at the end of the night, at the very least with steve's number
BAM
you were absolutely without a shadow of a doubt someone that bam and brandon were pranking for the filming of CKY
probably like bam went up to you at a fair and asked to have a taste of the ice cream cone in your hand or something
but when you match bam's energy??
girl
he'll fold
like he'll immediately try to do anything he can to impress you, probably doing skating tricks on his board while making sure you see him
your attention the first time you meet him is the only thing he'll strive for, like that is the only thing he cares about
after he follows you around for a good minute, working up the courage to ask to hang out sometime, he finally does
from then on, you two hung out CONSTANTLY - making jokes and playfully fighting each other
you were practically attached at the hip and you became a regular appearance in the consequent CKY movies
RYAN
i get the feeling that ya'll met in high school
like he was the chill kid in the back of the class that always did crazy shit and you were the kid right in front of him that had to deal with that
the only reason you two started talking was probably started by you telling him to shut up at one point
but once you two got paired on a project together by sheer luck, you soon found out that ryan wasn't as bad as you thought
in fact, you actually seemed to really enjoy his company
after ya'll got the project finished probably with a D if we're being so honest ryan kept talking to you and ended up inviting you out with his friends bam and brandon one night
accepting this invitation changed the course of your life and you could not be happier about it
now you're on the cover of Big Brother magazines and hanging out with all the boys of jackass
however, even if you did not have the fame and fortune, being with ryan would be more than enough
