Oneshots - Kayce Dutton

No more bar fights

Request – Can you do one where the Reader has to pick Kayce up from a bar fight? The reader can't figure out what's gotten into him but sees a text from Monica saying she's not going to switch weekends with him for Tate to be at the ranch for Christmas. The Reader and Kayce have a mini fight but it ends with the Reader comforting Kayce about it.

The drive to the police stations was quick for you, not knowing the full story. You had been called about thirty minutes ago, Kayce apparently was picked up after participating in a bar fight that turned ugly real fast. When you pulled up you saw two Dutton Ranch trucks already there, the wranglers who had been with Kayce waiting for you inside the police station.

"Y/N it wasn't Kayce's fault!"

"They ambushed us!"

"wouldn't stop running their fucking mouths!"

"Cops are being pussies about it!"

You held up your hands, your icy glare making all of them shut up. They each had a mixture of black eyes and bruises on their faces.

"You all look like a tornado hit you," You sighed. "Go home...I don't want to see any of you when I come back out here."

You walked up to the counter and the officer behind nodded his head toward the door. Another officer was waiting for you. You followed him back to one of the drunk cells and saw Kayce sitting in a corner with his head down.

"Dutton!" The officer barked and made you jump next to him.

Kayce looked up and his eyes widened when he saw you. He stood up and walked over to the door while the officer opened it. You held his gaze as the gate was shut behind him. Silently you followed the officer back out and signed a few papers at the counter again.

"You're good to go," The officer said, nodding at you.

"Thank you," You said softly.

"Fucking thank them..." Kayce mumbled behind you.

"I think you've done enough tonight, don't you?" You snapped at him.

Kayce held your glare with his own. You could see that while he was sober now, there was still something brewing inside his mind. But the station wasn't the place to start dissecting his internal thoughts.

Kayce followed you out to the now empty parking lot and into the truck. The two of you were silent as you pulled out, onto the highway and started the drive back. You weren't entirely sure how to even start a conversation with Kayce. He had been moody all day today and you weren't sure why.

He had snapped at you this morning when he left to go mend a fence with the wranglers. There was a foot of snow on the ground, but he went anyways. When he got back you had asked about dinner and he said he was going into town with the guys to blow off some steam. You had tried to joke about being with guys instead of you...but Kayce had made some rude joke about you depending on him too much for such an independent woman.

Now this...and you still didn't have an answer. Kayce had always been a hothead, but you had cooled off his temper over the past few years. You glanced over at him to see his eyes still in turmoil about whatever was bothering him.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong," You said softly.

"Nothing's wrong," Kayce sighed.

"Oh, okay," You let your sarcastic tone slip, but you couldn't help it.

"Don't start," Kayce grunted.

"I can't start something I know nothing about," You forced yourself to stay calm, your voice even.

You pulled under the ranch's welcome sign.