#being dutch it took me some time to see the joke lol
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Love your blog. It always makes my day! So, I was thinking: what would the gang do or how would they react if you stole their hats and put them on to tease them? Keep being amazing! :)
goddamn I wish I had a cowboy hat lol, thank u for this amazing ask anon!
Arthur
Arthur settled his hat on one of the crates as he washed his face. While Arthur was busy splashing water on his face, you casually took his hat.
He didn’t notice you took it until he went to grab his hat again only to see it was gone. Arthur scrunched up his face in confusion, checking the ground and behind the barrels and crates to see if it had fallen.
He searched around camp, trying to think of places he could’ve put it until finally, Arthur spotted you. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you.
Arthur chuckled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “C’mere you troublemaker,” he smiled “I’ve been looking for that damn hat everywhere”.
Charles
Charles doesn’t wear his hat a lot. The only time you’d see him wearing his hat is if the weather’s cold and even at that, it would need to be absolutely freezing for him to put on his hat.
Charles was busy doing some chores when he spotted you wearing a hat. He complimented you and carried on with his chores, not realizing that the hat was his.
He saw you wearing it another few times but still didn’t realize that it’s his hat. He was watching you by the campfire, admiring how nice the hat looked on you when he remembered that he had a similar hat… actually his hat looked a lot like yours.
Then it all made sense. “Where’d you get that hat?” He asked, not fully convinced. When you replied that you found it in with the rest of his winter gear, Charles laughed “I’ll admit, it took me longer than it should have to realize”.
Dutch
When you take Dutch’s hat from his head and place it on your own head, Dutch compliments you and makes sure you know how stunning you look.
When he sees that you’re still wearing it during the day, he starts to worry. There you are, chopping logs and hauling heavy piles of hay across camp with his hat on. What if some mud splashed up on his hat? Do you know how much of a nightmare it would be try to and get rid of that stain?
Dutch makes a joke of it and takes his hat, making sure it’s still clean before settling it on his head.
The next time you take his hat, Dutch can’t deal with the stress and anxiety of his hat possibly getting dirty. “I know, how’s about we go into town and I buy you your very own hat, hmm? Then you don’t have to borrow mine” he suggests, already walking over to The Count.
Micah
Micah would encourage you to steal his hat, it’s a great way to make sure everyone knows that you’re with him. Yeah, Micah can be quite possessive at times.
If Micah can’t find his hat anywhere then he just presumes you’re wearing it. By now it’s a normal occurrence and he always makes sure to give you some extra sweet compliments when you have it on.
If it’s a sunny day then Micah might take it back to keep the sun out of his eyes but honestly, give him a few kisses and he’ll give you the hat again.
Micah may even suggest you wear the hat during other ~activities~ too. Cause hey, if you’re gonna ride a cowboy then you might as well look the part.
John
John thinks his hat suits you. As long as you don’t get a bullet hole in it then John doesn’t mind you wearing it.
Sometimes if he’s going on a job, John will put his hat on your head before he leaves. He likes knowing you have it.
He also likes sitting down with you while you’re wearing his hat and pointing out all the little scratches on it, telling you the story behind each of them.
The only time John won’t let you wear his hat is when he’s having a bad hair day and he desperately needs to cover it up with the hat.
Javier
Javier’s heart has just melted. At first he was confused when you took his hat but when you started to wear it, Javier nearly swooned.
He’s never gotten so much joy out of someone wearing a hat before. But then again, he’s never seen anyone look so adorable wearing a hat before now.
Javier may try to give you his coat and then his poncho and shirt. Javier loves every minute of it. Now all he wants to do is smother you with kisses.
He is a bit jealous though, how on earth do you look better than him wearing in his own hat?
Bill
The first couple of times you stole Bill’s hat, it really riled him up. He didn’t understand why you were doing it and it kinda annoyed him.
But then one morning, after you had slept in his plaid shirt he saw you put on his hat and he’ll admit, you did look cute.
Seeing you in his clothes, smiling as you repositioned the hat on your head really made Bill turn to mush.
It was like he got a new perspective on it and after that, Bill actually likes it when you steal his hat. He still complains about it but secretly, he likes it.
Sean
If you take Sean’s hat then he’ll think that now what’s his is yours and what’s yours is his. All boundaries have now vanished.
And if Sean finds out you did this to annoy him then he’ll do everything he can to annoy you back. It’s what he does best.
The day after you stole his hat, you noticed you were missing your bandana… and your gun oil… and your winter coat.
Sean sees this as a competition to wear the others clothes so he’ll go all out. He might even decide to take your horse when he goes out on robberies too.
Trelawny
It’s a disaster. Trelawny was reading when you took his hat. If he saw you coming or knew what you were doing then he would’ve tried to stop you.
But unfortunately it was too late. It’s happened a few times in the past where Trelawny’s hat flew off of his head so he instantly knew what was happening.
When he saw you holding it, he tried to warn you but he was too slow. You ever see those videos of a tiny clown car and about 30 clowns get out of it?
That’s basically what happened but they were crows flying out of his hat and straight at you. Afterwards, Josiah profusely apologized and offered to pick some of the feathers out of your hair.
Lenny
Oh you stole Lenny’s hat? This is a game he’s down to play. When you first pick his hat up off of his head and put it on your own, Lenny chuckles and doesn’t stop you.
He waits a while, making sure you’re focused on something else before sneaky up behind you and taking his hat back.
Lenny has no problem going back and forth, you stealing his hat just for Lenny to get it back a few minutes later.
He thinks it’s a fun way to spend the day and you look cute in his hat so it’s a win-win situation for him.
#anon you’re so sweet and I love you#if I had a cowboy hat then I would give it to you#thank u anon love u :))#headcanons#writings#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#micah bell#john marston#charles smith#sean macguire#javier escuella#bill williamson#lenny summers#josiah trelawny#rdr2
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You Know What They Say...
Warnings: swearing, fluff
Pairing: Bakugou x reader (I originally was going to do Kiri, but this doesn’t really fit him lol)
This uses gender neutral pronouns bc everyone deserves to see themselves in (y/n).
Description: The first date with Bakugou was going awesome, well until (Y/N) and Bakugou went to see one of the worst movies they had ever seen...anyways Bakugou sat there oddly quiet until (y/n) started trashing the movie and cursing out the characters...Bakugou was pretty sure he wanted to go on a second date after that.
Anywaysss GO GET YOUR MANS....
YOU WERE WALKING down the hallway towards your locker since school had just ended, intent on grabbing your books and heading outside to walk back to the dorms. Well, that was your plan until you saw the blonde spikes that belonged to king explosion murder himself. “Hey Baku!” You called, speeding up your steps to catch up with his stride.
“I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Big Hair.” He growled, shooting you a side glance. You smiled widely at him, laughing off the hostility as you slid your arm around his. He looked down at where your arms were connected but didn’t say anything about it, surprisingly enough. “I will if you go to the movies with me.”
Bakugou was quiet for a moment as you both walked outside, rolling his eyes before opening his mouth again. “Don’t make me regret it.” He said simply as you stopped, eyes widening in realization.
“Wait so that’s a yes?!” Your smile widened despite his grimace.
“I said don’t make me regret it.” He repeated, his tone harsh, but once again you ignored it.
“Ok! The movie comes out this Friday! I was thinking about the 6:30 showing. We can meet here if you want?” You suggested as he grumbled something to himself before spinning around to look at you again.
“I’ll be at your room at 5.” He said beginning to walk away.
“But the movie doesn’t start until 6:30...”
“We’re getting food first.” Bakugou answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your eyes widened but you said nothing, simply nodding before you sped up your steps again, walking next to him quietly as you both headed back to the dorms.
You got in the elevator with him, the doors closing as you both remained silent, though you would sneak glances his way every now and then. You got to your room, stopping to unlock the door, not even realizing Bakugou had walked out of the elevator behind you, stopping and leaning against the wall opposite your door.
“What color do you like?” He questioned, startling you as you dropped your key staring at him with a hand to your heart.
“Wh-what?” You blinked.
“What color do you like Dumbass?” He repeated a little more irritated than before.
“My favorite color? Why?”
“Just answer the question Dumbass!” His voice grew louder as you chuckled at his outburst.
“My favorite color is (your favorite color).” You answered simply as he nodded once and walked away.
TIME SKIPPPPP
It was finally Friday and you had finished with school and had done your homework. You finished touching up your outfit and putting on your makeup (if you wear it, if not just ignore that).
You turned to glance at the clock, being interrupted when a knock sounded at your door. You grabbed your phone and bag (if you want one, if not just ignore that) and opened your door.
There stood Katsuki Bakugou wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. He stuck his hand out as a faint pink dusted his cheeks, revealing a small bundle of flowers in your favorite color. A smile grew on your face as you took the flowers from him.
“Thanks Baku.” You said softly. “I love them.” You put the flowers on your desk in a half full water bottle, reminding yourself that on the way back you had to stop to get a proper vase for them.
You closed the door behind you, sneakily sliding your brown hand into his paler one as you walked down the hall towards the elevator. He didn’t protest to having your hand in his so you left it, not noticing the faint smile that sat on his lips.
Bakugou took you to a ramen restaurant and ordered the spiciest thing on the menu for himself and the second spiciest thing for you.
“I could’ve ordered for myself, you know?” You said as you both began to eat, the ramen arriving after a short amount of time.
“You can order next time.” He said after a moment causing your face to heat up at the realization. Next time.
“Let me try yours.” You pleaded, holding your chopsticks out. He rolled his eyes yet obliged, as you took some of his and you held your bowl out to him, offering some of yours.
“Mine’s better.” He remarked as you rolled your eyes with a smile. You talked about random things and about the movie which was supposed to be an adaption of a show you loved and that you had been waiting a year for it to come out. (Let’s pretend it’s The Last Airbender movie).
Over dinner, you learned that Bakugou liked it too and you began arguing about which nation was the best. Of course he said Fire Nation, but you said that Water Nation was best because Katara and Sokka were the best.
“You know, Zuko’s pretty hot.” You said before drinking some water, watching as he started rolling his eyes and growing irritated. He was jealous.
“Whatever.” He huffed.
“Not you getting jealous over a fictional character.” You said teasingly, trying to hold in your giggles as his eyes narrow slightly and he scoffs at you, but doesn’t deny it. “Don’t worry Katsu, I only like one Hothead.”
“Damn right.” He replied proudly. “Hey who are you calling Hothead?!”
“You.” You replied. “Come on let’s go to the movies before we miss the previews!” You said as you took out your wallet at the same time he did. He pushed your hand away as he got money out.
“No.” He said simply as you continued to both try and put money to pay.
“Katsuki. I’m not letting you pay for me.” You said simply. You didn’t like when people paid for you. (When the author interjects herself into the character 😙)
“No (Y/N).” He said, shoving the money in before snatching the check from the table before you could do anything. He ended up paying and you pouted at him. “What’s wrong with you now Big Hair?”
“I wanted to go Dutch.” You said as he rolled his eyes, before taking your hand in his again. (going dutch means splitting the bill in half, so you would each pay half.)
“Next time.” he replied simply before pulling you into the theater. Damn it, he did it again! Next time...
You both got into the theater, which was at the moment fairly empty since you had gotten there early to get the best seats. You pulled Bakugou around the theater to find the best seats, doing it twice until you finally decided on the seats right in the middle of the theater. “Are you done now?” Bakugou questioned with a raised eyebrow. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it cute what you had just done...though he seemed to be finding everything you were doing cute simply because it was you.
“Yes.” You said triumphantly before tossing some popcorn into your mouth. The theaters filled up a short while later and before you knew it, the movie was starting.
The arm rest between the two seats you were both in moved up, so the explosive blonde pushed it up and pulled you closer to him as you held the popcorn in your lap. You looked at him a small smile on your face, and he was thankful it was dark so you couldn’t see him blushing.
It had only been two minutes into the movie and you already were angry about it, frowning at the way they had already pronounced avatar and it had only been the first lines of the script. “It’s Avatar not Oh-vatar.” You grumpily stated as Bakugou raised an eyebrow not expecting you to say anything, though you had been right.
You were trying your best not to get angry, but M. Night Shyamalan was making it very hard. You were doing fairly alright and stuck to just angrily eating popcorn until this scene came up.
(disgraceful...a joke....can you tell I'm not salty 😒)
“You’ve gotta be kidding me! This movie is a fucking joke!” You said letting some popcorn fall out of your hand as Bakugou tried to hide his smirk by eating popcorn.
It wasn’t like you were the only disappointed one either, the theater was full of fans and they were all disappointed.
“It’s a steaming pile of shit!” You said angrily, looking over to see if Bakugou was agreeing with you. He simply looked at you with raised eyebrows.
“Can you stop cursing? There are children present!” A woman said standing up in the middle of the theater, a few rows below you. She wildly gestured towards her six year old son sitting there looking embarrassed by his mother. He was gently tugging her sleeve to get her to sit down, but she wasn’t budging as she stared at you.
“Shut up Karen!” You called, rolling your eyes. She looked around to see who had said that as Bakugou burst out laughing.
“You are a horribly disrespectful child! Your mother should’ve raised you better! Letting you curse like that, she should be ashamed.”
“Hey shut the fuck up, shitty woman! Don’t talk about her like that!” Bakugou said angrily, creating sparks in his hand, his red eyes narrowing at the middle aged woman. The woman began sobbing and screaming as employees shut the lights on and the woman pointed the two of you out saying that you had threatened her and her son.
Needless to say, you had been kicked out of the theater and banned and the movie had ended for the night, though most people thanked you for them out of their misery.
“What a bitch.” You mumbled as the two of you decided to walk around the downtown area since the movie had ended earlier than you had expected.
Katsuki Bakugou didn’t say anything but the smirk on his lips said enough. “What?” You questioned curiously.
“Nothing.” He said shaking his head as you walked into a store to buy a vase for the flowers that were in your dorm. When you arrived back at your dorm, the two of you hadn’t really talked that much walking back, but you didn’t need to it wasn’t an awkward silence...it was nice. “Next Friday.” He said simply before beginning to walk to his room.
You grabbed his wrist to stop him, confused by what he had just said. “What?” You questioned, your eyes searching his face.
“Dinner. Next Friday.” He said simply. “I’ll message you. Goodnight, Big Hair.”
“N-Night Hothead.” You called back after a moment seeing him walk away towards the elevator. He didn’t turn around, and you couldn’t tell from where you stood but he was smiling. Next Time.
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#katsukisblackteddy#bakugou imagine#this one is really long lmaooooo sorry not sorry#bnha x black reader#bnha x black!reader#bnha x poc!reader#katsuki bakugou#bakugou being a hothead#first date#movie theater#bnha x reader
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Yuhuuuu sweetheart~!!💖💖💖 I'm back again and this time I'm gonna request for our beautiful vampire boys! I hope this will gonna be the first IkeVamp HC you write? 😏🤭
Anyway, may I request for a HC which MC having a date/day-off BUT with the trio Arthur-Vincent-Theo? XD It's up to you whether you want to make them (MC and the suitors) in a non-romantic relationship (not a couple) or MC already being a girlfriend for one of them (I'd choose Arthur but feel free to pick between the trio! XD).
Last but not least, keep up the good work and I hope you enjoy writing this one! 💖🌟
Heyaaa Asha-San💗😍✨🙋🏻♀️💃🏻😘, first of all, thank you so much for supporting me always❤🙇🏻♀️💯✨💗😘🤗😇! Secondly, I loveeeee you for asking this request🥺🥺❤❤😘😘✨✨, as this chaotic trio is my most favourite in Ikevamp🤣🥺✨❤! Also, we share same liking again😏❤💃🏻🎉, as I am going with Arthur coz he is my Ikevamp husbando😍✨😏🤣! Lol, this is going to be awesome🤣🤣💗💗! I wanted to write so much more but it was getting too long🤦🏻♀️🤣🤣! Yes, that's my first writing on Ikevamp😏😎😉😂! Thank you once again💗 & without any furthur delay, here we go😏❤~
IKEVAMP HC🧛♂️❤:
MC👩🏻 spending her day off with Arthur😏-Vincent🥰-Theo😒💃🏻💗:
A BRIGHT SUNDAY IN THE MANSION😍🌞💗💯 :
As soon as Le Comte stepped out of his room to go outside for an important task🥰, he stumbled over something and barely avoided the fall on the ground gracefully😱. He turned back to look at *something* & it was Leonardo who was as usual sleeping right infront of his door😴. "Leonardo, what is the purpose of the BEDROOM🗣🛌?", Comte rubbed his temples, groaning in annoyance😫 Stressed MOM 24/7😑. "Oh! Hey😏, Comte, good morning🌞! Going out somewhere🥰?", Leonardo smiled at him after waking up from his slumber👀. "Good morning🌞! Yes, thanks to you, I almost fell down😒🤦🏻♂️!", said Comte sighing, shaking his head. "Have a great day😁!", Leonardo grinned. "Same to you☺️!", Comte nodded & went for his work. Mozart was as usual cooped up in his room, playing his piano happily🎹💗🥰 boi is at peace, no nuisance as of now😌🤘🏻. Napolean and Jean were doing their usual morning warm-up exercise sparring with each other happily⚔🤺. Vincent was painting happily💛👨🏻🎨🖼🎨 in his room while Theo was sleeping on his dear brother's sofa🛌😴 a rare moment as this grumpy boi is mostly busy✍ and he was forced by Vincent to take a break from work and take it easy💛🥰😂. You gifted a sketchbook📒💛 to Vincent on his birthday and he thought it was a very great opportunity to use it💛🥰😇. Cue-Vincent drawing a rough sketch of his grumpy😒, adorable broer Theo😍💛 while he was sleeping😴, he was quite satisfied with the results💯💛🥰😇 and he giggled looking at Theo, admiring his younger broer😆😍💛. Stop killing us with your sweetness, Vincent🗣💛😍! Someone was as usually teasing Issac sitting in the parlour room😏. "Hey Ai-kun, do you want to start your day by eating apples🍎?" "Ugh, go away😫😑🤦🏻♂️!", Issac grunted, annoyed🙄😒 at having his beautiful morning destroyed by Dazai as he thought to go on his jumping from windows adventure😎🏃🏻♂️😏. Sebastian was busy drying the bedsheets outside in the garden👨🏻💼💯.
"Geeeez, stop hugging me, Arthur😒🤦🏻♀️, can't you see, I am making pancakes😂?", you said to your boyfriend🥰💛 favourite hero😎 who was being clingy🤗, not that you don't love it but in the kitchen, when you were cooking👩🏻🍳, it felt so awkward😅, your gaze was constantly shifting towards your pan as well as the entrance of the kitchen👁👄👁.
"Mmm, luv, I missed youuu sooo much🥰😘🤗💗!", Arthur said with a deep morning voice, nuzzling your neck taking your sweet scent embracing you from behind🤗😍. "It's hardly 10 minutes from the moment I left the room😂!", you giggled flipping the pancake on the pan🥞💗😋.
Your dear lover💗 had been writing another Sherlock🕵🏻♂️ fiction staying up most of the last night while you were busy in the cleaning of the huge mansion💯🧹🧼. When he was finished writing about his most hated😒 recognized creation🕵🏻♂️💯, he sighed stretching his hands sore from writing by sitting in the same position for a long time🙆🏻♂️😌. He turned to look towards the door missing your warmth so much🥺💗, he was feeling very moody due to your absence☹, "Where are you, luv🥺💗?", he murmured sadly and walks towards the door to bring you back already🚶🏻♂️ soft boi love you so much❤💯😍🥰🤗😘.
But before he could touch the doorknob🚪, he heard the light steps from outside thanks to his vampiric powers🧛🏻♂️, he already knew that the love of his life❤😍💯 was finally coming in the room after a long, tiring day🙆🏻♀️. His heart was dancing with happiness🕺🏻💗, he quickly dashed back towards his chair🏃🏻♂️ and pretended to be asleep😴💗 putting his head down with the most innocent sleeping face🥰😴.
"Arthur, I am back🙆🏻♀️💃🏻~ooopsss😯🤐", you opened the door excitedly after getting nod from Sebastian for off from work finally to find him sleeping on his desk😴. Cue- you melting at the sight of his adorable sleeping face🥰💗😍🥺. You walked towards him and settled the hot coffee☕ on his table and it took all of Arthur's mental strength to not stir😴😅 sensing the sweet aroma of his favourite coffee💗. "I brought your coffee & here you are sleeping already😂🥰💗!", you murmured softly, giggling to yourself. You sat beside him and took his spectacles off for him👓, careful not to wake him up😴💗👀 Girl, he is ACTING🗣🤦🏻♀️. You gently caressed his dark blue hair💗🥰 & it took all of his strength to NOT❌ purr at your touch🥰💗. "You are so adorable😍, you know that🥰? I lovee you so much💗!", you said with a very warm smile🥰😇. *bathump💓* *bathump💓* *bathump💓* "Who could have thought that a rotten flirt😏😂💗 like you had such a gentle heart hidden behind it❤😍? Ah🙆🏻♀️! Whenever I look at you, you do some crazy things to my poor heart, your loving gaze👀💗, your sweet words😘, your feelings for me💗, I cannot even describe the happiness💙🥰 you give to me and I love you so much that even words cannot encompass it💗🥰. She kissed him softly on his cheek😘💗. Arthur's heart couldn't take it anymore💓💥.
His cheeks went flushed red despite himself😳💗. "Ugh😣, this is so unfair🤦🏻♂️😐!", Arthur exclaimed looking at you with an adorable pout on his face☹💗. "GAAH😱! You were pretending to be asleep😳😯😱?", you exclaimed, eyes wide with shock as you straightened up. "And how can you be anymore sweet than you already are when I am not aware of it😫🤦🏻♂️🙈?", said Arthur hiding his face in his palms. "Awwww💗, you are like a cute kid right now💗🥰😘😏!", you said teasing him ruffling his hair. "By jove, stop it luv😲😌!", he sighed, the tips of his ears red😳🙈. He hugged you to hid his face in the crook of your neck🤗💗. You giggled and returned his hug😂🤗, kissing his temple gently😘💗. "Now, drink your coffee and go to sleep☕!", Arthur nodded like a happy pup which made your heart beam with happiness🐶💗. "Your coffee drinking habits are so strange😂😂💗💗!", you laughed happily while he sipped his coffee☕. "MC, hug me🥺💗, I missed you so much today😢🤗❣!", Arthur requested you with a very soft tone💗🥺🎶. "Awww, come hereee💗😍!", you called him patting the side of his bed to which he happily obliged like a cute kid💯😍❣. You extended your arms infront of him🤗💗 as he accepted the warm embrace😍🎶🤗💗 and he rested his head on your chest and you caressed his hair💗. BEST FEELING FOR HIM💯❣"I feel so safe here in your arms!", Arthur whispered happily💗😍💯. "Aww I feel so happy 😍✨❣, now sleep, you must be quite tired💗😍😂", you said closing his eyes while gently massaging his back💗. "Mmm, goodnight love😴💗!", he said with a very satisfied smile on his face💗✨🥰💯.
BACK TO PRESENT SCENARIO:
"Now, now, dear, let me go, if someone enters in the kitchen👀😳😱----", you said as you tried to wriggled out his arms😨. "Mmmm, noooooo, luuuuuv, you are so warm💗😘😍🤗!", Arthur said with a happy and gentle smile as he tighten his hold around your waist hehehehe💗. "I am so hungry MC, are the pancakes🥞--", Theo came inside with his hands shoved in the packet excitedly☺️🥰 but froze at the sight that greeted him in the kitchen😐. Theo-😑🤦🏻♂️, Arthur-🤨🙄, MC-😱😳. "Oi klootzak, get away from Hondje🗣, this is kitchen, not a place to make love🙄, do that in your bedroom🤦🏻♂️😒!", Theo sighed, glaring at Arthur😠. "Hey, Theoooo, you have insufferable timing🤨, though a very good morning🌞😏!", Arthur grinned at his best friend😁💗. "Let go of me right now🙂!", you whispered to Arthur with a threatening tone⚠️ but he pretended not to hear you for the moment👀😏.
"What happened, Theo, why are you standing here in the middle of the kitchen🤔👀?", Vincent came inside with a bright smile on his face🥰😇. Brotherly Shriek "NOOOOO😱! BROER! NOTHING IS HERE🙅🏻♂️!", said Theo turning back to cover Vincent's pure eyes🙈 & hissing at Arthur to get away from you🗣😡. "Arthur🙂?", you said smiling at him with all the love in your eyes👀💗. "Yes, luv😏💗?", he smirked leaning closer to you🥰💗😍🤗. You stepped on his foot all the while smiling at him🙂 which finally made him let go of you & you can finally breathe😤😌. "Ouch😫!", he clutched his foot in pain. "Arthur, what happened😳? Theo, why are you covering my eyes🙈?", Vincent asked, extremely confused🤔. Theo grinned at Arthur😁 and gave a proud nod towards you😏👍🏻 and removed his hands covering his dear brother's eyes🥰💗. "Theo is joking with you😂🥰💗, good morning, Vincent💗", you said greeting him with a very warm and happy smile😇💗. "Hehehehe Theo😂, you are such an adorable brother🥰🤗💗, good morning, MC & Arthur😍😇!", Vincent replied with a soft chuckle😆. Cue-Theo blushing happily💗🥰. "Good morning🙂!", Arthur replied with a fake smile. "Hondje🐕, go fetch me pancakes🥞💗!", Theo said with a bossy tone😎.
"Breakfast Time💗!", you smiled happily as you brought the Dutch brothers' favourite pancakes🥞💗 and Arthur's favourite fudge in the dining hall and placed it on the table infront of the brothers🥰😇😋. The brothers' eyes were literally shining with happiness🥰💗. Theo pour the mayple syrup over pancakes🥞 or it's the other way around🤔😏 while Vincent began eating the pancakes💗🥞 without stopping to even breathe. He looked so adorable eating like a squirrel🐿💗 *chomp* *chomp* *chomp*. You were so glad to see the brothers enjoying the breakfast made by you so much💗🥰😋😍.
Arthur was silently groaning in pain sitting on the side chair🤐😓 and you wondered whether you stepped on his foot with more strength than intended😨😳. "Did I hit you too hard😥?", you whispered to Arthur, concern written all over your face. "Hmph😒😠!", Arthur turned away from you, a deep frown with a angry pout on his beautiful facial features as he tried to go outside the dining hall🏃🏻♂️. You suddenly felt guilty for hurting him☹. "Arthur, where are you going🤔😳?", Vincent asked looking at him. "I am not hungry, you both continue🙂!", he replied. "Oi klootzak, sit back down and eat before it gets cold😒🙄!", Theo said rolling his eyes. "Theo!", Vincent scolded him lightly🤨.
You went running towards him🏃🏻♀️ and embraced him from behind🤗💗 and said in a very soft tone, apologizing to him☹, "I am extremely sorry, Arthur, don't vent your anger by staying hungry, pleaseeee😥😓!". Cue-Theo and Vincent gaping at both of you😳😲, shock written over their faces seeing your open affection for him😳, their forks paused in the air🍴Yes! Completely alike, they are brothers, afterall😏👬. Vincent almost chokes but Theo quickly gave him a glass of water. Hondje, are you trying to kill my broer🗣?! Arthur's anger melt away at your soothing voice & comforting hug🤗💗😌. He turned around in your arms and smiles at you💗☺️, "You are really adorable dove, I can't even stay angry with you💗😌😂", he embraced you gently making you sigh with relief🤗😌, "Thank you🥰😍💗!", you hugged him back happily🤗.
"But, I will forgive you on one condition😏?", Arthur winks at you😉. "Now, what is it😳🤨🤨?", you asked him with raised eyebrows, suspicious of his smirk. "Feed me fudge😁😍!", Arthur grinned at her. Cue-sound of Theo slapping his forehead🤦🏻♂️ & Vincent blushing furiously at his words😳. "Are you really sure😅?", you smiled at him awkwardly looking back towards the brothers😅. "Absolutely, sweetheart💗😁😍!", he replied with a playful grin. "Spare me this physical display of affection🙄😑😠!", Theo sighed, glaring at him. "You are not going anywhere, my best friend💗😎🙅🏻♂️!", Arthur said wrapping his hand around his broad shoulder😏. "Who is your best friend, klootzak😠?", Theo glared at him. "You are my best friend, I know you even love me so much💗😍😏👬!", Arthur hugged him🤗. "Ugh, gross, get off me😑🙄😒!", Theo said angrily trying to push Arthur off his shoulders😠. Vincent chuckled happily looking at the conversation b/w them😂💗😍. Cue-Theo's heart dancing & overflowing with love for his brother😍💗🕺🏻 obviously platonic😂.
So you feed him the fudge while Arthur wore the most smug look on his face😏💗💯 while Theo crossed his arms around his chest & rolls his eyes🙄 whereas on the other hand, Vincent had a faint blush covering his cheeks🥰💗 while he wore his usual sweet and angelic smile as he watches you both happily😇💗 blessing you both internally🙌🏻. You were obviously flustered under their gazes😳🙈 and Arthur was enjoying the cute look on your face, 100%😏💗👍🏻. Curse you, sherlock writer🙄😒🤣🤣!
As all of them finished eating their breakfast and preparing to leave the dining hall when you came with this amazing idea💗💯😍. "Theo? Vincent?👀💛", you called the brothers. They both turned back at the same time to look at you🤔. Arthur looks at you curiously👀, already knowing by the look in your eyes that you are going to request something from the Dutch brothers💛👀🙏🏻. "So I wanted to tell you both that today is my holiday from work & luckily you both are also free today, so can you both spend this bright day with me😍💛🥰🙏🏻?", you looked at the brothers in anticipation giving the most adorably puppy look you could muster towards them🐶💛. Cue Arthur (offended gasp)- Hey luv, what about me😱?
The brothers turn to look at each other and back at you with happy smiles🥰💗. "Obviously, MC, we would love to spend our day with you😇🥰💯! Isn't it Theo☺️?", Vincent sweetly smiled at you while directing his gaze towards his younger brother👀💛. "Heh😏! If it's an request from our knabbeltje🐶, I have to fulfill her wish or else she will bite us🤣😏!", Theo smirked happily while giving you a head-pat. "I am not a puppy, Theo☹!", you pouted as he gave you head pat like he would give to his dear dog, King🐕. "Knock it off, Theo🙅🏻♂️🙍🏻♂️!", said Arthur as he removed Theo's hand from your head and wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him🤗💗. "Broer, we should get ready for the day🥰!", Theo smiled happily at Vincent. "Yes, Theo! Let's go💗😇!", said Vincent excitedly dragging him outside. "Be a good hondje and meet us in half at hour at the foyer😏🐕💗!", said Theo flashing a smirk at you. You nodded with a happy grin towards him😁💗. You turned to him and he was pouting adorably as you squeezed his cheeks😂😍, "You should know that you are always going to be with me with no questions😏💗😍!", you smiled giddily at him and his pout disappeared and replaces with a soft smile at you as he kissed you gently making you blush😘💗🙈.
Arthur came towards you with a helpless look on his face🥺 when you were getting ready for the day😍💁🏻♀️💄. "What happened, Arthur🤔?", you asked him curiously. "Luv, please help me with this collar😩!", he said, groaning. "Why, suddenly👀? You always adjust your collar yourself, don't you😏?", you smirked at him. Arthur looks at you with the pleading gaze🙁 while you giggle happily😂💗🥰😍. Well, wrong move, as soon as you came within his reach😏, he wraps his arms around your waist with a killer smile as you adjusted his collar😍. It was hard not to stare at his jaw, neck and his chest while you were at it👀, he is so stunning💯💗😍, your heart couldn't stop pounding wildly in your chest💓 TOO DISTRACTING. "Luv, you are blushing😏💗😁!", Arthur grinned at you. "Obviously, I will, you are so perfect, damn it💯🙈💗😠!", you pouted at him flashing a fake glare at him to hide your reddening cheeks😕🙈. Arthur.exe.stopped.working🤯. He was taken aback by your sudden genuine and adorable revelation😲 and he chuckled happily while his laughter ring in your ears😂💗, he kissed your forehead and hide you in his arms💗🤗😘, "You can blush as much as you want near me😏!", Arthur said with a very playful tone. "Arthur, I can't breathe😨!", you said, your head spinning😵. Why MC, is it because of tight hug or his features, if you know what I mean *ehem* 😏? Arthur releases you from his embrace but doesn't let go of you as he stare at you with loving eyes😍💗. The pure & a very happy smile on his face✨😍💗🥰 towards melts you into the puddle😍💓.
When you both went to the foyer, the dutch brothers were already waiting for you⏳. "You are late, hondje🐕! Why😒?", asked Theo grumpily. You quickly flashed a glare 😠😒 at your boyfriend who was grinning besides you😎😁. "Thanks to him, we got 10 mins late🤦🏻♀️! Sorry🙇🏻♀️!", you said with a sweet & apologetic smile😅. "Don't worry MC, we are glad that you both are finally here😍💗! Let's go🕺🏻!", Vincent smiled at you happily and walks outside😍💗. Theo shoved his hands into his pockets as he walks along with his brother as you both followed them, holding hands💁🏻♀️💁🏻♂️🤝🏻💗. As soon as you both stepped outside, all of you caught the sight of two adorable bundle of happiness💗😍. King and Vic leapt on Theo and you respectively🐕 as you stumble back from the impact😨 and Theo fell down🤣. "King! Get off me, boy! Sit back down🗣!", Theo ordered King but the happy dog couldn't stop showering him with kisses🐕😘💗. Arthur was laughing hard seeing Theo at the mercy of his dear dog🤣. "Stupid mutt! I will get back at you😡!", Theo glared at Arthur. Even Vincent was laughing at his adorable brother😂 who was struggling with his pet😩 and flashed helpless look towards his elder brother🥺. "Broer, I am happy that you are laughing🥰 but pleaseeee help me😢!", Theo groaned😫. "Okay, okay, sorry Theo😂💗!", Vincent laughed as he helped Theo to get up🤝🏻 and patted King's head as the golden retriever wagged his tail happily🐕💗. Vic settled himself in your arms as you stroked his back smiling happily and kissing his head🥰😘. Cue-Arthur being jealous🙍🏻♂️.
He stood infront of you and poked his cheeks😏💗. You understood his intentions and you smirked at him😏 as you pushed his face away😂🤣 and ran together with Vic, laughing at his stunned expression😲. "MC, you are not getting away😏!", Arthur said as he followed you. Arthur caught you both in his embrace as you both were laughing while Vic looks at both of you happily with twinkle in his eyes👀✨ from under your arms🤗💗. "Stupid kids😒!", Theo grunted. "Theo🤨", Vincent raised his eyebrow at him. "Sorry🙇🏻♂️!", he straightens up. "That's my good boy😍🥰💗!", said Vincent returning to his usual sweet, angelic smile as he patted his head😇. "Bro...Broer...😱😲! Why..why are you patting my head like I am a dog...🐕😳?!", Theo asked, blushing furiously, his mind went blank, as he stared at Vincent, dumbfounded🤐😯. His elder brother only chuckled at his question and adorably flustered expression😂💗😍. Theo wouldn't admit but he loves getting pampered by his elder and dear brother😍💗💯✨. You all played with your favourite four-legged companions🐕💗. Cue-Theo smiling so softly while giving treats to the dogs☺️🤗. "Theo, you are smiling! Can you smile like that for me😏💗?", Arthur smirked as he stood beside him. Theo grabbed him from his collar and raised a fist towards to hit him, "I would gladly punch you👊🏻😠!", said Theo as he glared at his bestfriend. "Schei uit, Theo🤨! Be nice!", Vincent again saved Arthur from the clutches of Theo again💯😇✨ by squeezing his cheeks. "Uwaah...Bro..Broer...😯", Theo said, embarrassed😳. Arthur snickered😂🤭. You couldn't stop laughing at the funny scene infront of you🤣🤣 while they all turn to look towards you and smile happily themselves🥰❤.
You all would definitely go to the art gallery✨😍🖼. Your eyes would literally shine with excitement going through the amazing creations of the artists💗💯✨😍. Cue-Theo smiling proudly😏. Vincent would gladly join you and tell you his perceptions about the meaning behind every painting❤😇😍💯. "Heh😏! She looks so adorable😍❤🥰!", Arthur said happily as he looks at your happiness😍💗✨. "She is an intelligent hondje to recognize the true art🐕💯🖼!", Theo said proudly. "Obviously, she is perfect, afterall she is my luv💯✨😍💗!", Arthur said smirking at him😏. "Now, don't get too cocky, Arthur😒!", Theo sighed at him & let out a happily smile☺️.
As you all went outside, you wore a devilish smirk on your face😈 as you caught the sight of something very useful. This is going to be so much fun💯✨🤣🤣. "Theooo😍❤🥰~!", you said in a very sweet voice🎶. "You are freaking me out😳, Hondje, what's with the sudden change in your attitude🤨🤔?", Theo asked, glaring at you, his tone extremely suspicious👀. You turned to look at him😍 and he let out a horror scream😱, "BROER😱!". Cue-Vincent and Arthur: R.I.P ears🙉. "HONDJE! WHAT THE HELL😱! DON'T BRING THAT THING CLOSE TO ME! KEEP THAT AWAY😱!", Theo shrieked as you stepped closer towards him😈. You held a very beautiful and adorable white cat right infront of his face😏😻. "Promise me you would stop treating me like a dog😏🐕!", you grinned mischievously as you brought the cat more closer towards him😻. "THAT'S NEVER HAPPENING😱! BROER🗣!", Theo nearly burst into tears😢 as he ran away from you as you gave him a long chase🏃🏻♂️😻👈🏻🏃🏻♀️. Cue-Arthur wheezing hard🤣💯 and Vincent shaking his head, facepalming🤦🏻♂️ and letting out a worried smile😅.
"I will never forgive you, Hondje😡!", Theo said glaring at you, extremely infuriated. "I am extremely sorry I took it too far🙇🏻♀️, I was merely teasing you🤷🏻♀️, pleaseee💗! I will make you load of pancakes🥞 and help you in your work tomorrow😍💯💗🥺!", you pleaded him trying to seek forgiveness of your friend💗. "Theo, she didn't mean it in a bad way🤷🏻♂️, please forgive her☺️!", said Vincent trying to convince his brother with a very soft smile💗🤗. Theo sighed hearing his brother's words and nodded "Fine😌!". "Thank you Theo💛☺️!", you smiled extremely relieved. "Honestly Theo, you are such a baby🤣🤣!", Arthur was laughing remembering that comical chase. "Shut up! I will wipe that stupid smile off your face right now😡👊🏻!", Theo said angrily grabbing his collar again. "Theo, calm down🤨!" "Yes, broer🙇🏻♂️!".
As you all were walking on the road of Paris, you spotted a small girl crying👧🏻😭. "What happened dear? Why are you crying😥?", you went over to him and get down to match her height as the three men came behind you, their faces showing extreme concern for the little girl🤔😥. "I am lost😭!", the girl wailed as you wrapped her in your embrace🤗💗. "Little girl👧🏻, you are with me, you will found your mommy very soon💯💗😍! Happy😏🕵🏻♂️?", Arthur said with a very gentle smile trying to cheer the girl up by wiping her tears🥰🤗. "Yes, this extremely stupid man is good in these cases😏!", Theo commented. You tried to stifle your laughter hearing his words🤭. "Theo, you are a devil👿, was that an compliment or an insult🤨😒?", Arthur asked, frowning at him😩. "Stop, you will make me blush🥰, the choice is yours for the question😎💯😏", Theo replied with a smirk which made the little girl laugh🤣 making everyone relaxed🥰💗. "Now, sweet little girl👧🏻, tell me everything🕵🏻♂️!", Arthur asked her about the details. Taking all clues into consideration, he found her mother in no time🕵🏻♂️💯😎. The little girl was so happy after finding her mother😍👩👧, she threw her arms around him and kissed on his cheek😘🤗💗. "Thank you so much, Mr.Detective🕵🏻♂️💯!", the girl said with a cheerful voice😍. You melted at the sight of Arthur's face wearing a very gentle smile and his eyes moist🥺 & shining with happiness✨💗. Theo and Vincent smiled happily standing besides each other seeing the little girl reunite with her mother👩👧, they nodded at each other happily😍👬.
You all went to the park to eat the delicious lunch made by Sebastian💗😍🥰. "Delicious😋💗💯✨!", you exclaimed happily while eating the food. Theo, Vincent and Arthur nodded👍🏻, enjoying themselves in the garden filled with various colourful flowers including sunflowers🌻🌹🌸🌷. Arthur lay down on your lap while you comb through his hair using your fingers, smiling gently at him🥰😍💗 while he let out an extremely satisfied sigh with his eyes closed😍💗. On the other hand, Theo was already sleeping on Vincent's lap😴 while he draws happily on his sketchbook with a soft smile on his face🎨🖼👨🎨💗😍. Even Arthur fell asleep when you were caressing his hair with utmost love😴💗. "They both looks so adorable, don't they Vincent😍💗🤭?", you asked murmuring happily. "Yes, I love them💗! I feel so blessed😇!", said Vincent happily. "So do I💯😇", you nodded happily. When they both woke up, it was near sunset and curiosity got the better of Theo as he noticed Vincent's sketchbook🤔👀. "Broer, what did you draw today🥰😍💗? Please show me👀!", Theo requested him🙇🏻♂️. His eyes went wide as he stared at his brother's art of him sleeping on the sofa during morning and him playing with King😱😲, he exclaimed happily, "MAGNIFICENT💯✨💗! I love you, broer💗!", he couldn't stop himself from crying😭 and hugged Vincent tightly making him stumble back a little🤗💗. "Waaah! Theo! Hehehe! I love you too💗😆🥰🤗😇!", Vincent giggled as he rubbed his back gently as his younger brother cried😭😭. You and Arthur looked at each other👫🏻 and smiled at them happily🥰. "You looked adorable while crying😏!", Arthur said giggling. "I was not crying😒! I will kill you😡!", Theo replied glaring at him. "Aww, but I know you adore me so much to kill me~🎶💗😏!", Arthur laughed happily🤣. You and Vincent giggled happily😂😂💗💗.
You all would go to various shops with Vincent and Theo purchasing all the art materials🖼🎨👨🏻🎨💗🥰 while you would have to dragged pouting Arthur☹ away from purchasing too expensive items❌🙅🏻♀️. "Arthur, noooo!" "Dove, pleaseee💗🥺" "Noooo🙅🏻♀️". Vincent shook his head, smiling gently🥰💛 while Theo grins like a sadist seeing Arthur's misery😏😂👍🏻. Theo: Noo👁👄👁! Finally you settled on a very beautiful floral dress 🥀 as a gift from Arthur for always working hard, taking care of everyone💯😍 and for just simply loving him💗😍😘 👗. He was smiling like he won everything in the world after you accepted his gift😍💗🥰💛😘🤗. Even you gifted him a ink pen, which made him extremely happy💗😍🕺🏻🤗💛💯.
You all went to the cafe to enjoy drinks🍻💗🎉🎊 & chat over random topics😂😏😒🥰 when Theo and Arthur drank too much🥃. "I loveeeee MC so much💗🥰~!! She is so adorableeee~😍😘🤗🎶! Ah, my heart can't stay calm💓! She brings happiness to this old chap's life🥺❣🌞✨!", Arthur said slurring on his words. "I loveeee my brother so much💗😍! He is toooo kind🥰, he is an angel😇, he is such an talented artist👨🏻🎨🎨🖼! He is the best!", said Theo, his cheeks flushed. "MC is best💯💗!" "Broer is best💯💗!" "MC🙋🏻♀️!" "Broer🙋🏻♂️!" "Stop it, you two🤣🤣!", you said laughing trying to hide your embarrassment hearing Arthur's feelings for yourself🥺😍💗🥰🙈. Even Vincent couldn't stop blushing furiously hearing Theo's words of appreciation for him😍😳🙈💗🥰. "You both are so adorable🤣🤣💗💗!", Vincent chuckled at both of them happily. Arthur and Theo hugged you and Vincent🤗💗 respectively while you both were dragging them outside on their feet infront of so many people🤣👥🤣. "Are you okay there, MC😯? Shall I help you with Arthur🤔?", Vincent asked helping Theo to walk with extreme ease strong angel😇💪🏻😎💯. "I am but he is 💯 times more clingy right now as compared to when he is sober though he is so cuteee🥰🤗🤣💗😍!", you said while giggling and poking his cheek😍😘🤣 while his arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he staggered😌 but you held him properly💗💯😍. "Hehehe, MC, I love youuuu~🎶💗😂🥰!", said Arthur happily. "I lovee you too🎶💗~!", you replied him with the same smile as his as you and Vincent carried the boys back to the mansion🥰💗. You and Vincent🥰 said your goodnight to each other🥰💗 as he carried sleeping Theo over his shoulder back towards him room😴.
You helped Arthur to get into the bed while he was still singing praises about you in his dreamlike state, "You are so precious to me, MC💗👸🏻😍", Arthur said with a very happy smile💗💯🎶😍. You smiled giddily as you put the covers over him while he pulled you in the bed😱 and wraps his arms around you gently, your head on his strong chest💗🎶💯, you stayed there❣, in his comforting warmth🥰💗, listening to his heartbeat💓💯🎶😍, when he whispers in a sleepy tone, "Sleep well my dear, luv..zzzz...😍💗😴!", Arthur said with a sleepy and gentle tone as he fell deep asleep😴💗. "Hehehe🤭💗, you too, dear Arthur😍💗😘🥰!", you kissed him on his cheek😘 as you drifted off to sleep as well💗😴.
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Okay sooooooo I don’t know if this is good, lol, I have no clue about any of my own writing. But anyway, I finished my small Jimmy and Tommy oneshot, which, now reading through could be taken as them just being friends or if you want to dive down that rabbit hole, could be taken as more...
I don’t know... I have doubts about my own writing, so if it’s bad, I apologize XD
but here it is.....
fanfic warning: major character death... :(
A Little Piece of Home
The first time he finds Tommy wearing one of his sweaters, a blue grey one that was Jimmy’s dad’s, his friend is sitting back and eating a sandwich while crumbs hit the wool, Jimmy nearly gets annoyed at his friend, settling for a mix of confusion and hesitation, because his best friend has no care of other people’s possessions, is anything but gentle, and doesn’t think before he takes something that doesn’t belong to him, maybe it’s because they’re close, but Jimmy doesn’t notice him taking things from others like that. Maybe it’s because they are like brothers. It used to annoy the hell out of him. Now it leaves Jimmy smiling, a bittersweet smile tinged with a little melancholy, at the memory.
“You’ll ruin it,” “Says who?” It’s a teasing smirk, the one Tommy knows gets him every time, annoys him to no end, that one that makes him smile despite himself, the one that disconcerts him, because he doesn’t know if Tommy is serious or teasing, and Jimmy wants to dwell in certainties, it’s problematic without them, but his best friend lives on uncertainty and adrenaline alone, and pulls Jimmy into it too.
He fixes his glasses, squinting over them at Tommy before replacing them and giving a shrug “Just... just take it off before you ruin it... it’s cashmere...” he sees the look on his friend’s face and shrugs “No idea, some type of wool I think, anyway, it’s expensive and you’ll stretch it out,” he gets a remark, half sarcastic and half teasing him for liking sweaters that much, for not trusting him enough, he knows Tommy’s joking and he can’t help but smile and reply, even though he’s trying not to “Oh, I’m sorry but tell me again how I wasn’t the one guy who tried to flirt with a gal and got a milkshake in the face when her football player boyfriend walked back over? It stained your shirt Tommy, Let’s just face it man, you should come with a warning sign, a label of some sort, you’re a disaster zone, and I am definitely not letting you steal my clothes...” but it happens again because Tommy never gives up and it’d be a strange day if he ever stopped fighting about — basically everything.
The second time he just gives up. Obviously Tommy isn’t going to listen, or had forgot, Jimmy really hopes it is the latter, but he knows this is a battle he’s not going to win, and not sure he wants to fight, so he compromises, feeling somehow as if it’s a custody battle in a divorce, since they’re sharing time with the sweater, Jimmy getting it half the time with Tommy taking the rest. It should annoy him, and on the outside he pretends it does, but inside, it really doesn’t bother him at all, honestly, he’s happy that Tommy’s happy.
The third time he finds Tommy hoarding one of his sweaters, a tan one with light colors in the classic pattern, and he just laughs with annoyance, running a fry through mayonnaise as they sit down at their current meeting place (and honestly this is going to be a recurring thing for them, meeting at the Diner, the milkshakes are to die for, the meatloaf could be better, the burgers are great, and the service is lacking at times, but the booths have high walls, which is a added win for Jimmy, so Tommy can be a bit too loud, like he always is, because let’s face it, Tommy has no idea what an ‘inside voice’ is, Jimmy’s had to face that fact more times than he’d like to admit). Jimmy fixes his eyes on his friend and looks at him questioningly “I’ve been trying to find that sweater for months.” He frowns and shakes his head, sighing long and trying to make Tommy get that he is — not okay with this “Don’t you have your own? Don’t you have any clothes of your own?” His friend turns with a look, as if he’s been caught, usually looking like that even if he’s done nothing wrong at all, barely thinking before he answers “Yes, no, maybe, I like yours better,” Jimmy raises an eyebrow in confusion “What’s that even supposed to mean? You’re being too cryptic, I’m not up for riddles,” he laughs and cringes when his friend grabs for the ketchup, nearly spilling over the table and the sweater, his sweater, the sweater he’s been looking for for about a month now, just popping up right in front of him when he’s not thinking about it, now being worn by his best friend, one disaster away from being ruined. He’s seriously worried for the safety of that sweater. “You’re messy,” he says, hand instinctively tugging Tommy’s wrist away from over the mustard, pretending to be disgruntled “Honestly Tommy, you’re a complete mess of a person,” “But you still love me?” They both laugh till it hurts, and Tommy pays the bill. He tells Jimmy it’s because they’re brothers, because it feels like home wearing something that makes him think of family. Jimmy doesn’t get it. Later, he will.
He remembers giving him one of his favorite sweaters, wrapped up in leftover green wrapping paper (green was Tommy’s favorite color), a Grey sweater with a greenish blue argyle pattern, folded into it. It became a sweater Tommy couldn’t stop wearing and a present that Jimmy was proud to give, he values their friendship and everything that entails. Yeah, Tommy’s loud and kinda — crazy, crazy in the good sense of the word, and Jimmy’s quieter, locked in on his thoughts, calmer, like the sides of Ying and Yang, and it’s those complementing opposites that Jimmy wouldn’t change. They’re friends and sharing things is just what happens right? It earns Jimmy the comment that he ‘looks like a nerd now’ as Tommy pulls the sweater on, but they both know that it’s a great present that Tommy values.
Jimmy gets a couple of books, loving how thoughtful that gift was as well. He still has them, now his kids are reading from those same copies. It’s nice to remember that. Now that...
The time wore on and one after the other, he lost touch with Dutch, with Bobby, and with Johnny, but he somehow managed to keep Tommy, to stay friends even though miles separated them, college, family. He was there from the start and to the very end. Tommy was his best man at his wedding, when he was so nervous that Tommy had to talk him back from complete panic, his ever present fears of being inadequate, not enough. Tommy had been there, and Jimmy had been there throughout Tommy’s struggle, he’d been the second to know when fighting wasn’t an option anymore... they’d tried to make peace with it, but nobody ever tells you how hard it would be...
When Tommy died, everything felt disjointed, disconnected, everything stopped then and there as the paramedics rushed by, knowing it was over even though his brain was screaming it wasn’t true. THAT IT COULDN’T BE TRUE. But it was. But nothing seemed to make any sense anymore. Nothing fit.
The breaths he took then seemed foreign as if Tommy had taken everything, even the breath in his lungs, with him, the breaths were strangled and meek, mixed with pain, he had been ready for it, yes, but nobody was ever prepared, not even when they said they were. Jimmy knew that now.
Now, going through Tommy’s things, in his empty home, his hand brushed against something in the bottom of the box. It was soft, even though years had passed, worn at the edges and the elbows, from Tommy always leaning on them, into his friend’s personal space, talking way too close in excited tones, appreciative, teasing. Jimmy knew what it was before he saw it, and the fresh wave of tears hit him, mixed emotions in them now, the lingering sadness and joy, relief somehow there as well. He hadn’t cried that much in front of Johnny, neither had he cried much in front of Bobby, they had felt like strangers somehow... now he felt himself breaking down. The tears were long overdue.
So he sat there, with a sweater and a lot of memories.
Other people would see a worn sweater that has seen better days, just like the brunette man now holding it, but to Jimmy, this sweater is much more than a bunch of knotted yarn, a castoff to some thrift store because of the wear and tear
It’s the sweater his best friend wore when he needed to keep warm during the colder months, or when they went camping, the one he’d hardly take off because Jimmy had gifted it to him, and he said that it meant everything, the one that wrapped Jimmy in tight hugs he’d pretend to struggle out from, pretending to dislike them, but secretly loving them. It was something that would always remind him of Tommy.
It was a little piece of home. Something now missing from his life, having gone suddenly with his friend.
He’d always have Tommy with him even though he wasn’t there anymore
They’ll always be best friends. Nothing will ever change it.
It’s only a sweater, but to him, it’s a part of home, as much so as the the family he’s made, the house he lives in now, and Tommy, who left a heart shaped hole when he — left.
It’s something that reminds him of every moment with his best friend. That’s all he has now, those moments. He knows someday he’ll forget the playful smirk, the annoying laugh that was both and infectious.
But for now he has those moments and something, however insignificant it is to others, to remind him of the better times.
And that’s everything.
Author’s note: Okay, so the sweater that Jimmy gifted to Tommy is the one you can see him wearing in the first scene of TKK2
It’s grey and has a greenish blue argyle pattern.
the books Tommy gave Jimmy were:
The Outsiders (I always connect the Cobras to the book lol)
Fahrenheit 451
1984
and
A collection of Sci-fi stories by Ray Bradbury
Because I think Jimmy would love Sci-fi
I truly hoped you liked the story and if it was terrible lol, again my apologies
#TKK#The Karate Kid#Cobra Kai#Cobra Kai Never Dies#Jimmy and Tommy#Friendship#Og Cobras#Lol I get nervous posting my writing
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Do you actually like Micah ? Why lol
ok, long post but yeah, I do
I’m gonna try to word this as best I can but english ain’t my first language so bear with me, partner
so... micah’s one of those villains you can’t help but laugh at and joke about. he’s a greasy bastard rat man who’s constantly making weird noises and has the weirdest temperment... and I don’t just mean in regards to anger.
micah is shown multiple times to be romantic and clingy, especially when it comes to dutch and arthur. like weirdly so that it took me two entire playthru’s to really see it...
micah’s a doll to arthur in the beginning, arthur’s distain for micah’s weird bootlickin’ backhanded comments sometimes spurs micah into a temperment fit but otherwise, micah seems to genuinely think of arthur as more than just some dumb gunslinger, he compliments arthur multiple times throughout the game, though none are ever requitted by our favorite outlaw...
and I mean, for good reason, micah’s constantly on a manic episode so you always have this feeling that micah can never be fully trusted at one given point. but I do believe he’s being genuine when he compliments dutch and arthur and gives them his advice (moreso dutch as the game plays out and arthur keeps pushing him away)
I think...
well, I have two theories... that I wanna talk about, and I might as well put it here...
so what if arthur requitted micah’s compliments, bantered with him like a friend rather than an outsider? (micah does bring up a good point that he’s been loyal to the gang longer than charles and yet arthur trusts charles so much more) do you think micah’d betray the van der linde gang if everyone put up with him a bit better or maybe tried to talk him through like... his trauma? (like how the girls tm sometimes let arthur and some of the other boys vent to them and rant about things that bother them)
do you think micah could truly change or is he already brutally morphed into a mass of evil constant? because I think about his upbringing a lot,
especially that one newspaper clipping talking about how micah and micah’s dad, micah (🥴) killed some ranchers by slittin’ their throat n’ hangin’ ‘em... micah was 17... imagine before that, how much grooming do you think it takes to force a child to murder someone? and judgin’ by what we know about papa micah and granpa micah, he was probably forced to do a plethora of gruesome and twisted things to strangers at a young age... I hate to see it
but I digress, micah had that one newspaper clippin’ of dutch’s bounty in his camp near Strawberry (you can go find it at any given point in the game after the american postoral service quest) so he was definitely contemplating it... but do you think if he felt more accepted in the gang when he was approached by Milton (after they tried to rope arthur into their deal when he took Jack fishing) he wouldn’t have taken the offer?
because micah’s alone at this point... he only has cleet n’ joe who implied/said (I never heard the dialogue myself) that they feel uncomfortable around micah at times due to his manic episodes, so... the van der linde gang is all micah has before he drives them apart and wills Milton’s deal, trying to isolate dutch, manipulate him, turn him in (which is... really strange considering even after arthur dies and after everyone gets away, micah takes in dutch and they coexist in the mountain for years after... why not turn him in in all those years he had him? with milton dead and the rest of the pinkerton agency not really knowing who micah is, he could have easily turned dutch in for a boat load of cash...)
but I keep thinkin’... even before all that, what if arthur and john were a bit more able and ready to handle micah at his weirdest, at his most clinically insane. maybe they could have drove him out peacefully or maybe they could have changed him :\ taken him in as a true brother... it wouldn’t be easy seeing as how absolutely gone micah is after being forced down the outlaw path at such a young age
don’t get me wrong, everyone started out young in the oUtLaW LiFe but fuck if dutch and hosea kept john and arthur’s heads on them and didn’t force them to kill children, maim women, slit farmer’s throats open for some quick cash— kill for fun. hell, their motto is that they only shoot people who NEED shootin’, micah’s daddy from the sounds of it really had no moral, no fucks to give ever.
being groomed to kill for fun, to be indifferent to women in general (seeing them as objects), and to see POC as outsiders (micah was probably raised to see them not only as lesser than him but probably as more evil), it couldn’t have been easy on micah’s psyche so yeah, maybe I’m bein’ a dreamer in this, trying to formulate a reality where micah can be changed, where he can have a realistic redemption arc but in honesty?
something drastic between he and arthur would have to happen in order for that to happen... it’s just weird seeing this goofy drunk man giving arthur praise and compliments and gifts descending more and more into this rotten and insane brick wall. hell, in the beginning when they were up in Colter, micah took missions well, listened to orders and directions extremely well without having to input anything and then you reach shady belle and micah questions everything anyone does, constantly has dutch changing his mind or thinking about something else other than the task at hand
I like micah a lot, his character is so interesting and he and his psyche and his motives, they’re all fun to study and I wish... idk I wish there were more redemption arc fics for him ‘cause I’m a sucker for them 😔
and as a disclaimer, I should say I do not support micah’s actions nor do I necessarily condone his thoughts towards those he deems lesser than him... I think he’s a fun character to play around with, that’s all, that’s why he’s my favorite character
#ask#rdr2#micah bell#sorry this was long#and it got rambly but to be fair I’m very tired#rdr2 spoilers#self care is doing a character analysis on one of the most hated men in video game history
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hello hello! I'm super happy that there's another blog for gintama imagines, thank you!! May i ask for sakamoto tatsuma hcs or scenario on a first date? No doubt something's bound to go wrong lol i'd love to see your take on it!
Hi hi, sweet Anon! Glad you’ve found me and that you are here! Sorry it took me a while to get to your request, I’ve been pretty busy. To the others who have sent in an ask, don’t fret, I saw them and will be getting them to y’all ASAP.
Sakamoto Tatsuma Headcanons:
He had asked you out randomly, one hand on the back of his neck, grinning like a fool, and finishing off with such boisterous laughter, one wouldn’t be sure if he’s being serious or not.
“HA HA, I knew it! Me and you, on a date? AHA HA HA. I knew you’d reject me, but you were too cute I couldn’t resist ask-” He stops mid-way, realizing that you hadn’t rejected him, you agreed to go on a date with him.
To someone who is so outrageously unpopular with the ladies, Sakamoto is floored. Actually, your agreement kinda just broke earth in half.
Now comes the unprecedented day. The so-called first date.
As cliche as it gets, the date occurs at an amusement park. To a dating newbie such as Sakamoto, the amusement park is a good call. There’s no need for him to struggle in creating a mood, the park automatically sets one for him: fun, excitement, exhilaration. Rides and junk food. Plenty of opportunities to make her happy and not make her run away from his tomfoolery and insipid laughter. Take her there, Mutsu urges him, TAKE HER THERE.
He arrives late. Thirty minutes late. Looking mauled and dirty and- is that blood gushing from his head? Turns out, Sakamoto isn’t just unlucky with the female population, but also the animalia population, particularly with that over-sized, white dog with a penchant for human flesh. No worries, no worries, Sakamoto brushes off your attempts of getting him in an ambulance with a broad grin, the show must go on
Just as Mutsu said, you both are having a great time, tasting the fluffy cotton candy and taking pictures with various mascots. Even Sakamoto’s bringing in his A game with the jokes (which are still terrible anyways), and you don’t mind them, even laughing at some of his better ones.
He pays. As stingy as he can be with his cash with others, he surprisingly pays for everything. Full stop. Goes deaf as soon as you say ‘Dutch-’
The haunted house doesn’t go so badly either. Sakamoto’s never been one to be scared of the occult. Bonus point: he’d quite like it if you clung to his arm throughout the tour, even if you weren’t scared.
But (there’s always a “but” isn’t there?) then, the amusement rides.
That’s right. Can’t have amusement parks without the rides. And what are rides, but motion and stomach-reeling movements? Get where I’m going with this?
The first ride just had to be the show-stopper. A 400-feet drop. The highest roller coaster in all of Edo, complete with all the twisties and twirlies. It doesn’t occur to Sakamoto until he and you are at the apex haha, in the front row seats haha, that maybe haha this was a bad idea? considering his motion-sickness and all-
In a tidier explanation of the events that occurred after, he vomited.
You both need a change of clothes, as well as the other 12 people behind you.
Curious, would you still agree to date him, even after this? Also, Mutsu is such a great wingwoman, even if her advice is laced with insults. Also, anyone notice my “headcanons” are a weird mixture of headcanon and scenario? like i know my blog says no scenarios but-
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TEXTS; LJ & JAMIE
( @jamieabramsswitch )
January 2021
lj gilbert
Hey, this is Jamie, right? It's LJ.
Jamie Abrams
Oh hey Mx, how's it going?
lj gilbert
I'm down here in the art room and I'm looking at a really captivating painting. The first person I thought of was you, is it yours?
Jamie Abrams
Well as flattering as that is and as cocky I would like to be and say of course it is, a lot of talented people are here. Does it look like this?
lj gilbert
It looks exactly like that. It's absolutely gorgeous
Jamie Abrams
Thanks, I was letting it dry, since it's a lot of layers of paint
It's actually for a friend of mine, I'm gonna give it to her soon
lj gilbert
special occasion?
Jamie Abrams
Nah, just think she deserves it
lj gilbert
I paint like that too sometimes
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, I painted some asshole girl once though and she said I was a stalker
But other than that, most of the time people are chill with it
lj gilbert
oh well did you ask for consent? I always make sure I do that before I start painting them
Jamie Abrams
I mean I was just doing character studies and it wasn't as if it was something I was actually planning to sell or anything, and I did apologize for not asking consent and said I would throw it away if she was not comfortable. Anyway, I agreed that it could come off as a bit odd but she seemed to continue to call me stalkerish. It was dumb.
lj gilbert
one of the first things I learned in my art classes up at NYU is that even when you do everything right, some people just don’t want to be seen, and that’s okay
do most of your pieces take after the abstract?
Jamie Abrams
I do other styles too, but this one is my signature
This is my portfolio [x]
lj gilbert
That's awesome, Jamie
where did you go to school for art again?
Jamie Abrams
I actually did an apprenticeship with a bunch of artists, we traveled the world and studied at different institutes.
lj gilbert
Sounds like a dream
Do you have a favorite institute you passed through?
Jamie Abrams
Either the Siena Art Institute or Dutch Art Institute
Yeah we also did mural work
lj gilbert
Maybe we can bring something like that up in Art Club, we could do like a mural for the school. you could probably head it since you have experience
Jamie Abrams
Yeah that would be kinda cool, I mean I wouldn't want to take your idea Mx
lj gilbert
Nah, it's all about being a community
Jamie Abrams
Lol you sound like one of the artists who I was apprenticing for
lj gilbert
I mean that's what it's all about, right?
Jamie Abrams
And now you sound like you want me to do the hokey pokey
lj gilbert
the hokey pokey, what's that?
Jamie Abrams
You put your right foot in...you put your right foot out...you put your right foot in and you shake it all about?
lj gilbert
😂i was just kidding about not knowing the hokey pokey but i definitely appreciate you giving me a rendition of it
Jamie Abrams
Oh okay, I was very concerned for your well being there
lj gilbert
wanna paint with me tomorrow?
Jamie Abrams
Sounds good to me
lj gilbert
cool, see you in the studio after classes?
Jamie Abrams
Yeah I can stay for a bit, I do have fencing practice
lj gilbert
Fencing, nice!
Jamie Abrams
Yeah it's fun
lj gilbert
awesome, yeah however long you can stay. we can just vibe
Jamie Abrams
Alright cool
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March 2021
Jamie Abrams
Hey Mx, been awhile
lj gilbert
hey Jamie, how’s it been?
Jamie Abrams
Pretty good, I mean not with this whole new rules thing, but you know other than that, I would say pretty good.
How about yourself?
lj gilbert
Yeah, it seems to have everyone flipped, but hopefully things go back to normal eventually
i've been good, just hanging out, you know?
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, I think I just figure that shit like this is just another fucked up thing, but I've been through worse.
Understandable, made anything of note recently?
lj gilbert
i actually haven't been doing much painting recently, how about you?
Jamie Abrams
Oh. Just the usual stuff, although I'm thinking of making something for Kai
lj gilbert
that someone special? what you thinking about?
Jamie Abrams
He is special. Honestly it's difficult, I want to capture his essence, you know?
lj gilbert
yeah but you're brilliant so i'm sure you'll do amazing
Jamie Abrams
Thanks Mx, that's really sweet of you. I actually um...had a question
lj gilbert
i hope i have an answer for you
Jamie Abrams
I feel as though I've been quite unbalanced in my Switching, I do a lot more dominating than I do submitting
Mostly because of trust things and also tend to enjoy forced submission, but um anyway I suppose I was wondering if you would ever want to do a scene with me?
lj gilbert
I feel really honored that you would trust me with that Jamie. I would very much like to do a scene with you, yes.
Was there a specific one you had in mind?
Jamie Abrams
Oh yeah of course Mx, you're really cool and very hot so I mean y'know.
Um honestly like I said I really like forced submission and not really into being called a good girl
lj gilbert
I really wanna do a scene with you, but I don't think I'm the right person for that kind of scene. I'm a softie and very squeamish I don't like the idea of forcing people to do things even if it's consensual 😬sorry, got any other scene ideas you'd want? if not i think Britt would be a good choice for that kind of scene, she's very good at being forceful, you know in a consensual way
Jamie Abrams
That's fair enough, it's not for everyone. Um what kind of things are you into Mx?
Oh yes, no I know Britt
lj gilbert
oh me? I'm into sensory, tpe, bondage, really big into roleplay, that's been like my favorite class so far
Jamie Abrams
I'm in intro to bondage at the moment, I really usually am the one doing the bondage, so it would be interesting to be the one receiving
lj gilbert
that just made me excited, i would love to tie you up, i bet we could make you look super beautiful with the rope, maybe see how much we can stretch your body
Jamie Abrams
Honestly the thought of you doing it was exciting. Oh you think so? A new type of artwork most certainly. We most certainly can do that Mx.
lj gilbert
awesome, i'm glad you came to me, this is gonna be fun. wanna plan for some time this weekend?
Jamie Abrams
Thank you for being easy to come to.
If I was good at jokes, that would be foreseeing what will be happening
This weekend I have my thing under orders, how about next week?
lj gilbert
You mean like me totally making you cum 😉 i'm... bad at jokes too
Next week, def. I haven't made any plans yet so just give me a day and I'll hold it for you
Jamie Abrams
Yes, I'm glad that we can understand each other in those regards.
How does next Tuesday sound Mx?
lj gilbert
Tuesday is all yours, Jamie
Jamie Abrams
Thanks for being a badass, Mx
lj gilbert
I think it’s great you think I’m a badass 😏
Jamie Abrams
Oh yeah, absolutely
lj gilbert
I think you’re pretty badass yourself
Jamie Abrams
What can I say? Badasses attract badasses
lj gilbert
seems like it, which is good for us
Jamie Abrams
We have been truly gifted, really
lj gilbert
what kinds of things do you like to do as a domme?
Jamie Abrams
I like to do knifeplay, breathplay, bondage, impact, orgasm control, pegging, begging, and sensory are my favorites
lj gilbert
nice, you like things on the intense side huh? I’m too chicken shit lmao
Jamie Abrams
I do just a bit yeah lol. I mean I'm not into humiliating and degradation as much though. Yeah? I mean it definitely takes a lot of safety and safe practices for sure
lj gilbert
I mean I think I’m just not into it, but yeah I’m glad you’re enjoying it all
Jamie Abrams
That is also very fair as well, like you said, it can be intense
lj gilbert
with knife play do you actually cut... you know what, I actually don’t want to know 😅
Jamie Abrams
No, I don't
lj gilbert
okay cool lol
Jamie Abrams
It's very much about consent, but we don't have to talk about it more if you don't want to Mx
lj gilbert
oh yeah i definitely wasn't suggesting that you do it without consent
Jamie Abrams
Hey Mx, I'm looking forward to tonight
lj gilbert
same, jamie, can't wait!
Jamie Abrams
Do you ever work with clay?
lj gilbert
i tried once or twice, but i just can't manipulate it how i want
Jamie Abrams
Yeah it can get frustrating. I'd ask if you want me to show, but then I would feel like that scene from Ghost, which is actually a movie I have seen surprisingly
lj gilbert
i mean even if you haven't seen that movie, everyone knows the scene™️
Jamie Abrams
You make a valid argument Mx
lj gilbert
all that to say you can still show me without us turning into that movie lol
Jamie Abrams
That's also true, just takes a lot of water honestly. I made some cool mini sculptures for my Etsy the other day
This one is my favorite
lj gilbert
that's really good
Jamie Abrams
Thanks Mx , it took a long ass time
lj gilbert
how long?
Jamie Abrams
I think four hours
lj gilbert
damn
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, it was a cool result though, don't think I'll be doing a restock of those any time soon though
lj gilbert
sometimes it's worth the time and energy though, yeah?
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, they're beautiful, but my ass was numb in not a fun way
lj gilbert
is it something you can take a break from and go back to like painting? or is it better to just get it all done?
Jamie Abrams
Well I guess it just kinda dries out but, you can always just use water to get it back to being wet, but it's easier to manipulate
lj gilbert
yeah that's what i thought it would be, your poor little ass
Jamie Abrams
Lol next time I’ll have to ask for another one your massages to help
lj gilbert
i do give pretty good massages 😏
Jamie Abrams
I certainly can attest to that Max
*Mx
Fuck autocorrect
lj gilbert
whenever you want a round two, just let me know
Jamie Abrams
When are you available, Mx?
lj gilbert
anytime this week
Jamie Abrams
Is Friday good then?
lj gilbert
definitely
you want something more than just the massage? or do you want just the massage?
Jamie Abrams
Well I think something more than the massage most certainly is difficult to pass up
lj gilbert
i would love it if you let me fuck you, Jamie
Jamie Abrams
I think that could be arranged Mx
lj gilbert
great! think i can have your limits again? just so i'm like super careful, i know you don't often submit
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, they're humiliation, degradation, enclosed spaces, and anything bathroom related. And then my safeword is Monet
lj gilbert
thanks, we’re gonna have fun
Jamie Abrams
I would hope so Mx 😉
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April 2021
Jamie Abrams
What time should I head your way, Mx?
lj gilbert
I’m thinking like 6ish?
Jamie Abrams
Sounds good to me
lj gilbert
awesome see you later 😊
Jamie Abrams
Lol I'll see you then in all your badass cuteness, Mx
lj gilbert
💖loved this
Jamie Abrams
Hey, thanks for last night Mx
lj gilbert
hey don't mention it, i had a lot of fun
Jamie Abrams
Yeah me too, as you could tell
lj gilbert
what was your favorite part?
Jamie Abrams
I think probably orgasm three. I think I forgot how to think for a moment.
lj gilbert
i do love the sound of that
Jamie Abrams
I thought you would, Mx.
lj gilbert
sounds like we need to make it happen again then, yeah?
Jamie Abrams
I think so Mx but I need to check on things with Kai before I make any plans at the moment I think
lj gilbert
hey, no rush or pressure, i'm always around
Jamie Abrams
Thank you, just a bit tired tonight I think
lj gilbert
you should get some sleep, if you have night time tea, that always works wonders for me
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, I have a cup of sleepytime actually
lj gilbert
great minds <3 i hope you get some good sleeps, i'll text you tomorrow, yeah?
Jamie Abrams
Exactly. Thank you. Yeah that’ll be good Mx
lj gilbert
night, Jamie
Jamie Abrams
Night LJ
Jamie Abrams
Hey Mx, I'm sorry I never actually got back to you
lj gilbert
no worries! you all good?
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, yeah. Or at least hopefully? I'm trying to stay relatively optimistic about my midterm partner, she at least agreed to meet finally tomorrow
lj gilbert
who's your partner?
Jamie Abrams
Her name is Lottie Schuester
lj gilbert
oh she's a friend of mine
Jamie Abrams
Huh, well she certainly is something so far
lj gilbert
you just gotta be patient and work with her, she'll come around and she's worth it promise
Jamie Abrams
Over the years I have grown far more patient, but there is only so much I can handle. I'm being this patient for the grade, but other than that I don't think she and I have much in common
lj gilbert
i mean, that's fair too
Jamie Abrams
I have promised Kai to try to be positive, so I will wait until talking with her after class today, but I'm not doing rules in the way I would actually do for a trial claim
lj gilbert
Well I wouldn't see it like that, I would see it in the way that it depends on the person, that's what really determines your rules and stuff
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, and for the sake of the assignment I made a list of stuff but I'm not making her stay with me or anything
lj gilbert
i think that's fair, you gotta do what's best for you both
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, I'm not going to make someone spend a whole lot of time with me if they don't want to
lj gilbert
trust me i get it
Jamie Abrams
You don't deserve that shit, Mx
lj gilbert
gotta be positive tho, wanna meet up this week? throw some paint around? make a mess? that usually helps me
Jamie Abrams
Sounds like a good idea, what day so I can run it by Kai?
lj gilbert
Thursday after class?
Jamie Abrams
Alright cool, that should be good, I'm just trying to y'know be better about talking with him rather than telling him I have plans
lj gilbert
that's great 😊 teamwork makes the dream work
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, plus I love him and stuff
lj gilbert
oooooh you love him 🥰sounds serious
Jamie Abrams
Lol it's getting there, we've been dating for almost two months now
lj gilbert
that's exciting, i'm so happy for you
i love love
Jamie Abrams
Yeah I think I'm gonna ask him to be my boyfriend during spring break
lj gilbert
are you gonna do it big? or just like nice and subtle?
Jamie Abrams
Well we're going to Mexico for spring break, so I guess I'm not totally sure of the how, he's more of the romantic & sweet one
lj gilbert
Mexico! awesome!
Jamie Abrams
Yeah I'm excited, I haven't gone traveling in forever
lj gilbert
sounds like you're gonna have an amazing time tbh
Jamie Abrams
That is the plan, unless he says no, then that would be awkward
lj gilbert
i mean, you guys are on the same page right? like you've talked about what you want out of this?
Jamie Abrams
I'm pretty sure we have. I mean we've talked about wanting to be part of each other's lives and loving each other and we have talked about D/s things. But we haven't done labels except for me calling him my thing
lj gilbert
feels like the next logical step
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, I feel grateful for his patience with my dumb relationship skills
lj gilbert
it's not dumb, everyone is just different
Jamie Abrams
Nah, I would consider myself semi-competent
lj gilbert
we all have our hiccups
Jamie Abrams
Lol yeah but I just want him to know I do want to be with him
lj gilbert
I think it’s as simple as telling him that
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, definitely. Also Thursday is good with me too
lj gilbert
awesome, cool
Jamie Abrams
Can't wait for healthy ways to let out anger
lj gilbert
it's so cathartic
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, have you ever done the paint balloon art?
lj gilbert
where you pop it?
Jamie Abrams
I haven't done that, but I've done it wear you toss it
lj gilbert
oh yeah that's basically the same thing
Jamie Abrams
Do you want to do that?
lj gilbert
i think it'll be fun yeah
Jamie Abrams
Great, looking forward to it
lj gilbert
same 😄
Jamie Abrams
[loved this]
Jamie Abrams
Hey Mx, thanks for yesterday, it was definitely needed
lj gilbert
I’m glad it helped, I loved it
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, definitely felt like some healthy way to let out frustration. How are you doing?
lj gilbert
I’m good 🙂the nerves for next week are starting to set in, but it’s all good. You?
Jamie Abrams
Yeah? Who's your partner? I'm doing alright, I'm thinking I'm over the negativity and just going to be realistic.
lj gilbert
Aaron Smythe, he’s super chill. That’s good I’m glad
Jamie Abrams
Ah I know Sebastian, that's good. What are you nervous about, if you don't mind me asking, Mx?
lj gilbert
is that his brother? I think just being in charge of someone I’m still trying to get to know, you know?
Jamie Abrams
I guess? I'm not really sure. We're just in fencing together and class, and I know Frannie. I wouldn't say he and I are chummy.
Yeah, that's true, but you're cool and I think that you're good at listening and actually hearing what others say and I think you're a good Dom
lj gilbert
I guess I was just wondering why you brought up Sebastian 😅
that’s means a lot thanks, Jamie 😊
Jamie Abrams
Oh lol my bad, they have the same last name
Of course Mx
lj gilbert
okay yeah that makes sense, I know of Sebastian but that’s through Frannie too, I knew her back in New York
Jamie Abrams
Oh really? That's cool. Yeah, she's sweet, I like her.
lj gilbert
she’s the sweetest
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, I haven't checked in with her in awhile, I probably should do that
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May 2021
lj gilbert
ready for your spanking tomorrow? 🥰
Jamie Abrams
Lol it sounds like you are, Mx.
But yes, I'll be there at 8
lj gilbert
you have a gorgeous ass, of course i'm excited
Jamie Abrams
Why thank you, it's also a little tanner since you last saw it. But I'm sure you'll add some lovely color to it Mx
lj gilbert
oh yeah, how was Mexico?
Jamie Abrams
It was very nice and Kai and I accidentally planned the same surprise for each other and he asked me if I wanted to be his Domme in the future and I asked him if he wanted to be my boyfriend and happily ever after
lj gilbert
omg that's such a huge step!!!
Jamie Abrams
Yeah it was really nice, and I was definitely smiling like an idiot but yeah we're not going to be like doing anything any time soon but just it's all exciting and I feel really lucky
lj gilbert
yeah i feel that, def what happened with me and Nora, wanting it but also like knowing we need to wait and do the work
Jamie Abrams
Yeah absolutely, especially because we are both Switches and we should talk about what that could mean.
lj gilbert
Oh yeah I can't even imagine what that must mean
Jamie Abrams
It's...confusing
Because I very much do not want to deny either of us the need to do other things and if I were to ever have a Dom, it would be him.
lj gilbert
oh wow, I know that's big thing for yo
you*
Jamie Abrams
Yeah I mean I don't think I would be ready for him to be my Dom though like right away and that's also rather confusing
lj gilbert
it all sounds super confusing, but also has given me insight on some of the things Nora might feel as a Switch, I should ask her about all this
Jamie Abrams
Yeah the idea of having rules for one another and certain days, but probably not the best to be thinking about that while trying to sleep. Oh yeah, I mean I know in some dynamics it's easier especially since it's not as if you have submitted to Nora
lj gilbert
yeah true but like if she's every feeling particularly dominant instead of submissive or something like that
Jamie Abrams
Not to sound like I'm being nosy and I have a feeling I know the answer since you called my ass gorgeous, but you're open, right?
lj gilbert
yeah we def are, i wouldn't be doing this with you if we weren't
Jamie Abrams
Well yeah, that's a very good point. Sorry, we'll blame me being tired. So, she does have the option to do scenes as a Dominant with your permission?
lj gilbert
oh def, in face i encourage it
i really want her to explore both sides of her mark
Jamie Abrams
I think that's really good of you, Mx. Anyway, I will see you in the morning, I hope you get som good rest.
lj gilbert
night!
Jamie Abrams
You going to miss spanking me, Mx?
lj gilbert
I really will, it was an amazing three days
Jamie Abrams
😉 Aw don't fret too much, Mx.
lj gilbert
We can make it happen again, maybe
Jamie Abrams
Hmm, I'd have to look at my schedule
lj gilbert
sure thing
just let me know if it something you'd ever want again, and if not that fine too, just know I had fun these last few days
Jamie Abrams
Well I certainly didn't mind the spankings, not sure if it was much of a punishment though for me but yeah I'd be up for it some time if not on the trip then y'know
lj gilbert
that's valid, so we can just call it maintenance, it doesn't have to be punishment, sometimes just a reminder is good, and I'm always open to it so just hit me up whevs once we're back
Jamie Abrams
i mean other than enjoying your hand on my ass, you've been having a good time?
But yes, I will most definitely, Mx. Gotta start thinking about classes again soon I suppose
lj gilbert
oh yes the best of times, you?
oh yes i'm dreading it but also very excited
Jamie Abrams
That's good. Yeah it's been pretty cool. This is my first time ever going to a theme park so definitely a lot to take in
Yeah vacation has been really nice
lj gilbert
it'll be my last official semester at Devereux
Jamie Abrams
Oh damn, I didn't realize that
lj gilbert
yeah, i'll still be around tho cause this is only Nora's first year
Jamie Abrams
Oh yeah? So how is that gonna work out? Just gonna work around here?
lj gilbert
i haven't thought about it yet
we'll figure it out though
Jamie Abrams
Well you got time and stuff
lj gilbert
yeah i'm not worried
Jamie Abrams
Oh yeah, sorry I didn't mean to make it sound like you need to be
lj gilbert
no you didn't, I was just saying
May 15, 2021
lj gilbert
Hey you, how are you doing?
Jamie Abrams
Hey Mx, I'm um actually packing things up here. I'm thinking my time here needs to end, Kai headed out and I'm going after him.
lj gilbert
Oh man that's a big step, i'm sad to see you go but I'm also happy for you that you found someone that's worth it you know?
Jamie Abrams
Yeah, I mean I definitely don't think that my education has ended exactly, but I think for now I need to figure things out. I've really enjoyed our scenes together, and I most definitely will be keeping in touch.
lj gilbert
you can def always hit me up, i'm only a text away, i wish nothing but happiness for you, Jamie 💖
Jamie Abrams
Thank Mx, and the feeling is mutual. Congratulations again on your trial claim, and I am sure it will turn into a successful claim.
lj gilbert
love you jamie 💖
Jamie Abrams
Oh I love you too, Mx.
lj gilbert
💖
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Wishing you were my Arthur right now, lol. Omg, can write something like that? Arthur is taken by another woman and reader wishes she's that woman. A forbidden love kind of thing? I don't want him to be a cheater but I like to think it's natural for him to also wish he'd rather date the reader but can't. If that's too much, then do the first part? I'm sorry! 😦
Hello, Anon! That is so sweet, I’d love to do a scenario for you and Arthur! Tell me some things about yourself and I’ll see what I can do! 😊
This one was fun, even if it did take a long time. It’s been a hellish few weeks and honestly I don’t remember most of the things that happened.
You stand on the edge of Horseshoe Overlook, enjoying your morning coffee. An eagle soars overhead, swirling in lazy circles in the gentle breeze. This place is beautiful, Hosea couldn’t have picked a better spot.
You hear the sound of a horse coming up the trail behind you. Looking over to your left, you see Arthur’s horse coming up the hill with the man himself astride it. Behind him sits Mary, her arms wound around him. You wrinkle your nose in disgust as though she were a bad smell, but you go back to drinking your coffee and pretending you didn’t see them.
Arthur knows you did, of course. He’s horribly aware that everyone’s eyes are on him and Mary. He hadn’t expected to get back together with her, it’d been the last thing he thought would happen when he received her letter. He helped her brother, of course he did. Arthur was just the kind of man to help anyone in need unless they gave him a reason not to. When he’d brought Jamie back to Mary, she’d clasped his hands and kissed him.
“Oh Arthur,” she’d said, “I’ve missed you more than I can say. You know I… I only married Barry because it was what daddy wanted, but he’s dead now. I’m willin’ to take another chance with you if you’ll have me.”
Arthur’s heart felt ripped in two when she’d said this to him. There was a part of him that was overjoyed, but another part that wanted to cringe and tell her to leave him alone. Deep down he knew if things hadn’t worked the first time, they wouldn’t this time. He’d only end up with a broken heart again. Not only that, he’d had his eye on you for some time.
Although you’ve only been with the gang a few months, about as long as Charles and Micah, you and Arthur clicked immediately. It didn’t take long for you two to develop a crush on one another, but neither of you would act upon it. Arthur was handsome and too good for you. A man like him would certainly never go for you. You didn’t blame him either. Hell, you wouldn’t be interested in you. Arthur felt the same way about himself when it came to you. He saw himself as nothing more than a killer, a robber. A bad man. No way could someone as sweet and gentle as you want to be seen with a man like himself. No, Mary was what he deserved, he told himself.
Ever since Arthur and Mary got back together, he’s been going off to see her more often. Since she already knew about the gang, no one had any qualms about him bringing her to camp, even though many of them didn’t like her. You aren’t a fan either. Sure, Mary’s pretty, smart and strong. But she’s not unique in that aspect. Mary-Beth’s smart, Tilly’s pretty and Karen could knock Mary’s teeth out if she wanted to. What they didn’t have that Mary did was her ego. It was clear to you upon first meeting her that she saw herself as better than everyone in the gang, Arthur included. It was just the way she talked to them, how she would never invite anyone to start a conversation. Most of the time when she was in camp, she acted like she didn’t want to be and she’d beg Arthur to go somewhere else with her. You had to bite your tongue, feeling sure she was dragging him off someplace to have some mind-blowing sex, which did nothing to lighten your mood.
It wasn’t just the way Mary talked to you and the others in the gang that made you hate her. Most of it was how she talked to Arthur, always putting him down in some way. Once you’d been passing his tent when she’d been in there with him and it was clear she was trying to get him to do something he didn’t want to do. “I shoulda had you hung years ago. You’ll never change, Arthur.”
That made you want to go in there and rip her hair out. How dare she threaten him that way? Did she talk to her late husband in the same manner? You doubt it, as he was likely a law-abiding man. You argued that following laws set by a bunch of men didn’t make people good. Hell, you grew up in a law-abiding family and most of the people during that part of your life treated you and everyone else like shit. Here, in this gang of outlaws and criminals, you’ve never known such a tight-knit family. Everyone looks out for one another. Sure, people argue and fight, but they’re still family and the whole gang would be moved to action if a single person was in danger.
Arthur knows the gang isn’t happy to see Mary riding behind him. He dismounts and helps her off. He wants nothing more than to rip his arm out of her grasp. He regrets getting back into this relationship with her. He’s always had a low opinion of himself, but being with her has made him realize how truly horrible he is. He wonders why someone as good as her could want to be with him. He spots you by the cliff, drinking coffee in the morning light. You look so beautiful. What he wouldn’t give to be standing by your side, your hand wrapped around his arm instead of Mary’s. But that can never be. You’re too perfect for him.
He sidles over to his tent with Mary. Dutch gives him a tense nod. He clearly wants to talk with Arthur, likely about a job, but he holds his tongue when Mary’s around. He knows, along with everyone else, that if she doesn’t like even the slightest thing, she could very easily go running off to the sheriff and turn them all in. That’s the only reason why her presence is tolerated, that and out of respect for Arthur. Arthur’s not a fool though, he knows most people walk on eggshells when she’s around. He doesn’t bring her to camp often, only whenever he needs to talk to someone or pick up something and then he heads off somewhere else with her.
Arthur’s here to just drop off some fish to Pearson now. He’d suggested fishing when he picked up Mary. She hadn’t wanted to do it as she found it boring, but Arthur wanted to make sure his people had something to eat tonight. She’d relented at that. You eye her across camp now. Why can she not see how good of a man Arthur is? He’d break his own back if he had to for the gang. She’s not good enough for him, which means you’re definitely not either. Hell, you’ve committed almost enough crimes to get as heavy a bounty as Arthur, including murder. You go back to your cold coffee, though you’ve lost all interest.
Before Arthur had gotten back with Mary, you two were becoming close friends. He took you out on a lot of hunting trips and you were sure one time he almost kissed you. It’d been under a tree and you’d been caught by a sudden rainstorm. Soaking wet and slightly cold, you both huddled under the tree, wrapped around each other to stay warm. Your faces had been inches apart and you desperately wanted to press your lips to his, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t destroy your friendship with him like that, your desires weren’t worth it. You’d rather have him in your life as a friend than not at all because you couldn’t keep your crush to yourself.
It broke your heart when he’d shown up in camp with Mary the first time and when people asked, he’d announced why she was there. You’d heard enough about her before to know she only used him for her own gains and then always tossed him aside when he was no longer useful. At least that’s what the others said. Hosea told you a bit about what their first relationship was like and why it hadn’t worked. So when Arthur showed up, his arm in her hand and a big smile on his face, you started pulling away from him. You had to in order to protect himself.
It hurt Arthur when you did that. You no longer went hunting or fishing with him, he stopped asking you to help him on small jobs. He understood why you did, most of the others changed towards him too when he brought Mary in. It just made him regret taking her back all that much more. He wanted to end things with her already, but she had some sort of pull on him. Whenever he thought about leaving, she seemed to sense it and she’d kiss him and fawn over him and make him think things might be okay, then she’d slip back into her habits of insulting him.
Arthur couldn’t even say that the sex was good enough for him to stay, it wasn’t happening at all. Mary had a firm stance against premarital sex. He respected her wishes, of course, he was easily capable of taking care of himself if he needed to. However, when he was with Mary, he felt no desire to be with her intimately. He used to when they were first dating, but things had ended so badly that he blamed his lack of interest on that. A voice from a dark corner of his mind told him that he wasn’t attracted to her because he wanted you. He shoved that voice out of his mind though, he’d already told himself he wasn’t going after you. He wouldn’t ruin your life like that.
He drops the fish off to Pearson and as he turns away to go back to Mary, he bumps into you as you’d been going back to put your coffee tin in the water barrel.
“Sorry, Y/N,” he says.
“No, it’s okay, Arthur,” you say, quickly looking away. “You, uh, heading off with Mary again?” You try keeping the accusations from your voice.
He shuffles his feet a bit. “Uh, yeah. She wants to go see one of them movin’ pictures, I guess.”
“I see. Well, have fun.” You turn away quickly before he can say anything else. He realizes he genuinely misses you. Whenever he needed to talk, you were always there and easy to talk to. Not only that, you were always telling jokes, making him laugh. Your cool, easy-going temperament was infectious to him and he found himself becoming more steady and less angry in your presence. Now that he rarely gets to see you, he finds he’s gotten more angry again. He runs up behind you, calling your name softly.
“Y/N, I just wanted to ask ya somethin’. Would, uh, would ya wanna go on a huntin’ trip with me soon? Pearson’s getting low again and, well, you’re a good shot. What you think?”
You’ve kept a steady gaze on him but when he’s done you glance over at Mary. Is that all you are to him, just a steady shot? “I don’t know, Arthur. Grimshaw’s keeping me pretty busy.” That’s a downright lie. Sure, Grimshaw’s been breathing down your neck, but no more than she always has and no more than she’s done with the other girls. “Besides, Arthur, what would Mary say if she found out you went out for three days alone with another girl? If I were her, I’d be suspicious.”
Arthur sighs and knows what you mean. He can’t have friends who happen to be women with Mary. Because of him being a criminal she’d suspect him of being a cheater too. “Right, o-of course. Well, just thought I’d ask. Looked like ya might need to get some time away from this camp.”
He walks back to Mary, looking miserable. He’s right, you do need a break from this camp. You’re tired, tired of Grimshaw’s barking and Dutch constantly screaming about faith and his plans. Tired of Pearson’s same stew every night, tired of everything here. You’ve missed the hunting trips with Arthur more than you thought possible. Your lip trembles as he walks away. You goddamn fool, you think. He’s just trying to help you and you can’t get over your jealousy.
Shortly after Arthur leaves with Mary, you decide to head out of camp too. Pearson gives you a shopping list, so you jump on the opportunity. You sidle into Valentine’s shop and give the shopkeeper your list. He snaps at a shopboy who starts gathering things and putting them into the wagon you drove here. As you’re browsing the shelves, the front door opens and Arthur walks in.
“Oh, hi Y/N,” he says, coming over. “You doin’ a’right?”
You nod. “Pearson just needed some things. Is uh, Mary outside waiting?”
He sighs and looks out the window. “Yeah, she is. I just needed to buy some provisions. I gotta go huntin’, with or without you. Camp’s gotta eat somehow.”
Your gut clenches with a bit of guilt. “I see. You takin’ Mary with you?”
“No. No she’s never shot a gun. I’ve offered to teach her how but she says she’ll be damned before she touches a gun. Says if she does it’s a slippery slope to turnin’ into one of the other girls from camp.”
Your face flushes with anger. She really does think herself better than the rest of the gang just because she’s never robbed anybody. Yet here she is, abusing Arthur and judging everybody else.
“Why are you with her, Arthur?” you ask before you can stop yourself. “I don’t have a lot of experience with dating, but I’d find it difficult to be with anyone who could so easily insult those I called family.”
Arthur dips his head, hiding his eyes. “It’s complicated, Y/N.”
“No, it’s not. Someone who can insult your family so easily can’t hold much respect for you. Seriously, why do you let her treat you this way?”
“Why do you care?” he snaps. “It ain’t none of your business.You don’t know Mary, I pulled some bad crap towards her when I was young. She’s got her reasons for being the way she is.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to put up with it, Arthur. Your relationship with her won’t work if she’s got no respect for you. No healthy relationship can last without it.”
“Like I said, Y/N, why do you care?” His eyes bore into yours, the blue turning cold. You swallow nervously.
“I guess I don’t care, Arthur,” you snap. “You be with her if it’s what makes you happy. I won’t bother you anymore.”
Before he can say anything, you push past him and march out the doors. You throw Mary a dirty look and get into the cart and go back to camp. She ignores you, though it’s obvious she’d seen.
Later that night when Arthur comes into camp, alone this time, you completely ignore him. It’s obvious to you at this point that he doesn’t want you interfering with his life in even the smallest way, so you won’t go digging around in his business any longer. He wants Mary to treat him like the tread of her boot? Fine, let him. He walks over to you at the fire and gently calls your name, wanting to talk things through. He wanted so desperately to admit to you that he’s miserable with Mary, but you’d walked out before he could say anything. When he calls to you though, you pointedly ignore him. He gets the message and goes to his cot.
In the morning, Arthur approaches you near Pearson’s fire where you’re pouring a cup of coffee.
“Y/N, can I talk to ya?” he said. He’d spent half the night lying awake, trying to think of how he can talk to you about Mary. He knows this fling with her can’t last much longer, but he’s afraid the more he tries to escape, the tighter she’ll hold onto him.
You straighten up and look at him. “Why do you want to talk to me?” you say sharply. “Thought you wanted me to have no part in your business.”
He hangs his head again. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to get so defensive yesterday, I always do when it comes to her. But look, I… I really need to talk to someone about this whole thing with Mary.”
“Hmm, well, go talk to Hosea. He’s good with advice.” You start walking away. You’re still stung by his words from yesterday.
“Y/N, please,” he says loudly after you’ve only taken a few steps. You can hear the pain in his voice. You sigh and turn around to look at him.
“Why?” you say, softer this time. “Why the hell would you want me to hear about anything going on in your life, Arthur?”
He takes a few steps closer to you. “Because I know I can tell ya anythin’, Y/N, and you won’t judge me for it. Just please, give me a few minutes and then I won’t bother ya anymore.”
That stings again. Here you were thinking you’d been bothering him. “Okay, Arthur.”
You go into the trees with him and almost to the main trail leading to Valentine. Arthur stops there, staring off down the path to the river. He’s silent for a few moments, and you are too. You want him to be the one who speaks up first since this is his problem.
“Yesterday when ya said I should stay with her if I was happy, I wanted to tell you that I’m not. Not happy, that is. I don’t know what it is, but that woman knows exactly how to play me. Whenever I pull away in the slightest, she reels me back in. I don’t know what to do, Y/N.”
“You think I do?” you say quickly. “I don’t know a thing about her, except what gossip has been tossed around camp since you started bringing her around and I don’t know how much of that is true.”
He sighs. “I know, and I got no business draggin’ ya into my problems. But, Y/N,” he turns to you and reaches for your hand. “I’ve missed havin’ ya around. I always knew I could tell ya anythin’, that I could be honest and open. I can’t do that with Mary. Seems we always fight whenever I tell her even a shred about my life.”
“I’m sure, I uh, heard her the other day saying she should’ve turned you in years ago. Has she always been like that?”
“Not always. In the beginning, all them years ago, she weren’t. But then I… we were gonna get married and then her awful daddy got involved. After that, I did some stuff for the gang that caused some attention and it made her mad. She left me after that, said some bad things too. Told her after that I wanted nothin’ with her no more.”
“So why did she call on you a few weeks ago? If she knew things were over between you…”
“Well, her husband passed away and she needed someone to help her brother. He got involved with some religious bunch of crazies.”
“Ah, so she needed someone scary enough to go after him and you’re the most frightening person she knows.”
“Guess that about sums it up,” he says. You look down at your joined hands and squeeze a little.
“You’d think with her seeing you as this violent, scary person, she’d be a little less belittling.”
Arthur sighs and looks down the path again.
“She used to know how kind you can be, didn’t she?” you say, realizing what his silence means. He looks down and nods.
“I really loved her, Y/N, but when things ended between us and I learned she married another man, it broke my heart. I never wanted nothin’ to do with her. But when she wrote to me and asked for help, I couldn’t say no. I owed it to her. Guess I was hopin’ I could fix one of my many mistakes.”
“And now she has you completely wrapped around your fingers.” You let go of his hand and cross your arms over your chest. “How long will this run last, Arthur? How long before you end up doing something real stupid that finally pushes her over the edge and she decides it’s over? Or worse, how long before you decide to marry her?”
His eyes shoot up to yours. “I don’t wanna marry her, Y/N. I’d have to love her to wanna do that.”
“So then why are you with her? If you don’t love her, end the relationship!”
“I want to, but like I said, she’s got some kind of hold of me. I… I want nothin’ more than to end it. Truth is, there’s someone else I’d rather be with. But she’s way too good for me.”
“Who?” you say, genuinely perplexed. “Mary-Beth? Know she’s got a bit of a thing for you. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of Karen, she’s with Sean and they fit together. Tilly, she’s cute. Can be a little scary-”
You didn’t see the way he smiled when you started rambling about the girls, but when he saw you weren’t going to stop, he put a hand behind your head and pulled you to him, your lips meeting. You’re stunned into silence, but just when he starts to pull away, your hands grip his shoulders, keeping you to him. Something in your chest purrs, a hunger you didn’t even know was there begins to melt away. He smells good, like grass and pine, old leather and tobacco leaves. His lips are slightly chapped and warm, God are they warm. His arm winds around your back and you clasp the back of his head, sinking deeper into the kiss.
Finally, after what feels like years, you break off, slightly breathless. You stare up at Arthur, his cheeks rosy. He smiles a bit but then it fades.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I never meant for ya to get involved in all this crap.”
You stare into his beautiful blue eyes. Your hand goes to his cheek, his jaw lightly stubbled. “Don’t be, Arthur. I’ve…” It’s your turn to blush. “I’ve dreamt about what it would be like to kiss you for ages, never thought it would be that good.”
He smiles and leans forward to kiss you again. You want to so bad, but you stop him. “Arthur, we shouldn’t. Not until this Mary business is sorted out. I don’t like her, but it’s not fair to her.”
He sighs and pulls away, nodding. “You’re right. Well, I’m supposed to go see her later today. Come with me, Y/N. I’m gonna tell her things are over.”
You nod and smile. “Of course I will. Hell, if I have to kiss you in order to get her to leave you alone, I certainly will. I’ll take any opportunity to do that again.”
His grin makes your heart flutter. A few hours later, you’re going along the trail with him to where Mary’s staying. She doesn’t live in Valentine, she’s just staying with a family friend in a little farmhouse just outside the town.
Arthur steps onto the porch with you by his side and knocks on the door. A moment later, Mary opens it. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before she goes back to him. She’s certainly worked hard to make herself look prettier, even applying powder to her face and her hair plaited down her back.
“Hello, Arthur.”
“Mary. I um, I think you and I need to talk.”
She glances at you again and then steps out, closing the door behind her. “May we do this in private, Arthur?”
He looks at you a second and you nod, going back to the horses where you can see them but can’t hear them. You pretend to brush your horse when really you’re watching them. Arthur takes off his hat and says something, but his back is to you so you can’t tell what he’s saying. You can guess based off Mary’s face. Her hands clasp together and her brows furrow. She says something, looking confused and angry. Arthur responds and then she walks away from him to the other side of the porch, looking almost like she’s searching for an answer. She turns around and says something to him, Arthur shakes his head. He puts his hat on and then walks down the stairs, towards you. Mary puts her hands on the rails of the porch and hollers, “I shoulda had you hung years ago, Arthur Morgan!”
You throw down your brush and march up the porch to her. “What the fuck is the matter with you? You treat everyone this way when they make you mad?”
“I don’t know you,” she says, her face clearing.
“Well you can know me from now on as Arthur’s girl, and I ain’t letting some snotty brat talk to my man like that. If you ever send a letter to him begging for his help, I will come to you and I will put a bullet between those pretty eyes, you got me?”
Mary swallows. She looks over to Arthur, who seems stunned by your response.
“I didn’t mean… I just….”
“You were just trying to manipulate him, you ass,” you say. “You don’t love him. Maybe you did once, but now he’s just something for you to play with and control. Well, it may come as a shock to you, Mary, but Arthur’s a person! Just because he’s an outlaw doesn’t mean he’s incapable of feeling. If you mention him or any of my family to anyone, I will destroy your entire life.” You spit at her feet for good measure and then march down stairs. When you get to Arthur, you stretch up and kiss him on the cheek. When you look back at Mary, she’s burst into tears.
“Did you really have to do that?” he huffs softly in your ear as you go to your horses.
“Had to get the message across, didn’t I? Now how about you and I go somewhere and have a proper first kiss?”
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“hi, I’m not from the US” ask set
So I wanted to answer all of these, because why not you know? @dreamsongsims now you can learn more about Belgium ;)
It’s under the read more so I don’t clog up your dashboards.
1. favourite place in your country?
Honestly my home. I am living in Antwerp right now with the bf and I honestly love it, even though we aren’t really going outside much right now bc of the virus. I do miss the green and the “not city” smell haha
2. do you prefer spending your holidays in your country or travel abroad?
I am okay with both. My family always goes on vacations during holidays, the last few years we’ve gone to Thailand for example but I’m more interested in staying closer to home. I LOVE Norway and want to go on holiday there again but it’s expensive.
3. does your country have access to sea?
Yes. 67 kilometers of ugly “badsteden” lol (literally means bathing towns). To be honest I like the coast in the Netherlands better because it isn’t as gray and superficial.
4. favourite dish specific for your country?
A nice “frietje van de frituur” (french fries), specifically a “frietje speciaal”, that’s french fries with ketchup, mayo and thinly sliced onion.
5. favourite song in your native language?
I hate Belgian music, absolutely despise every Dutch song on the radio. But if I have to pick one its Goud from Bazart, it’s an older song by now but it’s one of the few I did not mind listening to.
6. most hated song in your native language?
As soon as I read this I immediately thought of Banaan from Jebroer. Just shudders ugh. But really all Dutch songs in this style.
7. three words from your native language that you like the most?
I’m gonna paste my earlier answer here:
Hmm that's a hard one for me... Gezellig is a word I've always liked bc it doesn't have a real translation, just like cozy or smt. Another one I like is grassprietjes, meaning blades of grass bc it sounds funny and kinda rolls of the tongue and non dutch people will never be able to properly say that! and a third is eenzaam, meaning lonely. I don't really know why I like that one tbh
8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?
I don’t really remember ever being confused for another nationality. I have read that Dutch sounds like German on crack, and that Belgian Dutch is easier than Netherlands Dutch for foreigners.
9. which of your neighbouring countries would you like to visit most/know best?
Visit most: France and Germany, I have been to them both already but never for long and a long time ago.
Know best: Probably the Netherlands. We share a language after all so we share some cultural things! (Does Temptation Island count as a cultural thing lol?)
10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?
Mmm tough one to answer, because me and my bf are big English speakers so most of our swearing is of the “fuck” variety. I like “godverdomme” (god dammit) and what my dad sometimes says “godverdomme miljaarde nondeju” (there is literally nothing I can do to translate this)
11. favourite native writer/poet?
I can’t think of any poets, but I like the writer Valerie Eykmans, specifically the book “Verloren Maandag”
12. what do you think about English translations of your favourite native prose/poem?
So I really like “Het Weer” by Hugo Claus, I even have a poster in our living room with the poem in his handwriting.
Weather
How was the weather in the country without you?
At first mist fell
over the concrete mountains.
Then the sun hung like mist
over the mother-of-pearl sand.
Then the sky moved
and became clammy as your armpits.
A lightning closed my teeth.
And everywhere the smell rose
of the big animals that don't exist
unless in the ringing of your ear,
in the rustle of your hair.
That's how it was back there without you.
You are the air pressure and the dew
and the snow in my skull.
It does not rhyme much in Dutch, it’s more about the rhythm of the words, so as far as the translation goes it’s pretty accurate in it’s contents but the rhythm is definitely off in the translated version
13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?
What immediately comes to mind is the whole “Sinterklaas” problem where every year the discourse starts again whether or not the “Zwarte Pieten” are racist. Honestly not gonna comment on that because it’s not my place to feel offended or otherwise about this issue.
Another thing that’s a bit more lighthearted is the “jaarmarkt” in our hometown, it’s like a big market that always finds place on the first sunday of the year. There’s a “stoet” (procession) with the walking orchestra, horses, horses and carriages, dogs and a whole load of tractors all going to get blessed at the church where the pastor throws holy water on everyone passing by. I have a love hate relationship with this tradition because it’s always freezing, and the tractors take forever to end. Oh and the main street of our town is completely closed of and there’s a big market with stalls in the street and everyone gets drunk of of the “jenevers” from the Scouts stalls lol.
14. do you enjoy your country’s cinema and/or TV?
Not really, the only thing I used to watch was “Helden van Hier: Brandweer” (Heroes from here: fire brigade), it was just following the fire brigade around to fires and what not.
15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?
ah je moe kakken moe je kakken he 😉
16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?
Hate: Belgians are small-minded people not interested in anything going on outside of their home. Just not true at all. Sure there are people like that but every country has those.
Agree: Belgians are hard to get to know. I hear this one a lot and I can see why people say that.
17. are you interested in your country’s history?
Copied from an earlier answer:
I am interested in history in general, it was one of my favourite classes in high school. I do like learning about Belgian history, mainly because Belgian history is, in one term, a messy bitch
18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?
Yes, I speak with a “Kempisch” accent, but in general I’m still pretty understandable.
19. do you like your country’s flag and/or emblem? what about the national anthem?
I really don’t care about our flag, the Flemish Lion is being overly politicized to exclude the Walons lately and our national anthem is meh, no one can sing it and it’s more of a joke to people my age I think.
20. which sport is The Sport in your country?
Soccer (or football idk) and veldrijden (literally field riding, but cyclo-cross as the translation) GO Wout van Aert! (idc abt sports but he’s local to me so)
21. if you could send two things from your country into space, what would they be?
I’m not sure if this means you want to get rid of it or if you want to memorialize it? Getting rid of “Manneken Pis” because he’s stupid and memorializing an entire classic “frietkot”
22. what makes you proud about your country? what makes you ashamed?
Proud: Our cultural diversity and lately our banding together during the crisis
Ashamed: All the racists (looking at you Vlaams Belang)
23. which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country?
BEER, ALL THE BEER
24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?
Honestly our own nation is most joked about for good reasons. Flemish joke about the Walons and vice versa, and everyone jokes about the joke that is our government.
25. would you like to come from another place, be born in another country?
I’m happy where I’m at now, so no.
26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?
I have never seen any prominent representation of Belgian in a Hollywood movie.
27. favourite national celebrity?
Probably Tom Waes
28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites?
We dont have much haha, we have rivers, most notably “De Shelde” which runs though Antwerp not too far from my apparment.
29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?
Flemish and Walons have always had beef, so yeah.
30. do you have people of different nationalities in your family?
I had a phase where I was into genealogy and it’s safe to say I’m one of the most Belgian Belgians out there lol, especially on mothers side her family literally has been living in the same place since the 1600′s and my grandparents had never seen the ocean until my parents took them.
#ask game#non sims#dont mind me i just wanted to answer all of them#anyway if u dont care just scroll past
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RDR - Awkward s/o
Request: Can you write some headcanons with Sean, Arthur, Kieran, Lenny, Javier, John, Charles and Dutch (hope that's not too much lol) having an awkward s/o?
Sean
Before meeting him, you thought no one would ever get you.
You were used to sympathy giggles, but Sean? He actually finds you funny!
And if you start laughing at inappropriate times, guess who will join you?
Also, sometimes you will just panic and start to giggle. Without any reason to.
“Y/N, when was the last time you made a donation to the box?”, Ms. Grimshaw asks.
And then you giggle, trying to hide it only makes it worse.
So Sean will save you, with his smoothness.
“Ms. Grimshaw! I was forgetting to give me share, but yer reminder is always on time! Let me tell ya how I got this and-“
There was this unspoken rule that everyone seemed to know about, but you.
It’s like at birth they got a book called “things not to do” and memorized it... You? You didn’t even know there was a book until it was too late.
Sean was not bothered by how you always seemed to have a quirky subject to talk about.
Or if your compliments sounded way weirder than they intended to.
“You have nice hands.”, you said once, admiring how slim and long were his fingers, but not actually explaining what made you think of that.
Karen snorted and even Uncle was puzzled by your weird ways.
But not Sean, he just gave you the biggest smile, happy to have anything complimented.
“Thanks! so do you, Y/N.”
You two make a pretty funny duo, you may say something awkward and Sean will turn into a joke.
And once he starts oversharing, telling the story of his life and mentioning his “da”, you do too!
Happy to have someone that will actually listen this time.
Arthur
“What a handsome man...”, you thought once you laid eyes on him.
That same night, around the fire, Arthur came to talk to you.
“It’s nice to meet you! I’m Y/N”, you said offering your hand for a handshake.
“I know... I was here last week remember?”, he said, laughing a bit.
“Oh! Yes! Right! I was only joking...”, you said, convincing a total amount of 0 (zero!) people.
But Arthur did not gave up on you, not on that occasion or in the many others that you were probably astonishing him with your oddness.
People may call you awkward, but to Arthur the things you do are unique.
And he loves your uniqueness.
It’s intriguing to him how differently you react than others.
He is a worried boyfriend, always protecting you from people’s mean reactions.
Won’t admit anyone making fun of you. And honestly? People will take one look at his frown and know better.
He will try to save the conversation when you ask him to help with your eyes.
In fact, you two now share a whole dialogue just with glances, it’s pretty handy.
You asked him to stop you before you can embarrass yourself.
But his soft spot for you makes it so hard to do so.
Kieran
It all started by observing Kieran, like a lion does to it’s prey.
You would watch him trying to bond with others and, usually, being unable to say the right things...
Ss you watched him do that, only one thought crossed your mind. “Yup! That’s me! I gotta talk to him!”
You would sit beside him and attempt to start a conversation.
“Hi, I’ve noticed you are uncomfortable around them...”, you said, looking for any response.
Getting none but a bug-eyed expression, you added: “I am too!”
Ever since you two started being a thing, it was much easier to say things without the fear of being judged.
Kieran even got a little bit more confident.
Together, you two make a pretty awkward couple, but at least you are not alone anymore.
Lenny
Lenny almost makes you forget about your social ineptitude.
You feel so insecure about it that you rarely try to interact with others and when you do...
You always end up saying the wrong things.
But Lenny doesn’t mind, he finds it cute even.
He will give you a confidence boost by saying that if people don’t get you is their loss
When you get stuck on your thoughts, brooding over why did you say such weird things, Lenny will gently bring you back to the present.
“They’ll probably forget about it, Y/N. It was not that bad.”
He has this magical way of always being able to comfort you.
Most of all, Lenny accepts you from who you are
Javier
You never know when people expect you to hug them or not.
So after a long trip, when Javier arrived at camp and waved, you got up and went for a big hug.
It’s safe to say he was not expecting it, given that you two only talked a few times.
When someone waves at you, it’s not expected to greet them back?
“I had no idea they were a thing.”, you heard Tilly whispering to Mary-Beth.
Oh no. What have you done?
But it was such a spontaneous hug, Javier didn’t mind. He was actually glad to be greeted like that.
You have no idea how, but it seemed that he actually liked you.
He said the first thing he noticed about you was your... odd fashion sense.
Javier admires you for your originality, you have no shame on being your weird self. He loves that.
Somehow, he asked you in a date. A fishing trip as an excuse to get out of camp. Just the two of you.
That means a lot of time alone, and much time to embarrassing things to happen.
Like falling in the water. Good thing you know how to laugh at yourself.
Well, it was not a date exactly, you found it out later. When you filled the silence with a kiss and he had a surprised look on his face.
“You are wild Y/N, I love that about you.”
He will shower you with compliments.
And how is one supposed to answer to that?
“Your smile, mi amor, és hermoso”
“I... uh. Thanks? I like to smile, so I’m glad you... like it?”
Ugh, way to ruin the mood.
But he founds it adorable, in fact, your guess is that he does that on purpose, just to see you all worked up about it.
His compliments are genuine, so after the initial awkwardness of receiving it, you feel pretty good about it.
John
John has that tough way of his, but deep down he is so head over heels about you. That tiny detail doesn’t bother him.
It seems like every time he’s around, embarrassing things are prone to happen.
That might be because you are nervous when John is watching you, which only leads to disastrous comments by you.
You thought it would be a good idea to tell him a joke, and oh god, he was so invested in it.
Halfway through you realized you didn’t know how it ended. No big deal, right? You just make up a new ending.
You could tell that his smile was forced, but you appreciated the effort.
“Look, Y/N, I ain’t gonna lie, you are very odd.”, he said, causing you to abandon all hope, “But I like you. Very much.”
It was the most sincere declaration, there was no walking around the fact that you were a bit of a social disaster.
Being in a relationship with John, took him time to get used to your weird conversation topics.
Like the time you helped Pearson chop vegetables, and he thanked you.
You were about to say “no problem” but it got mixed with “you’re welcome”.
It came out as “your problem”, you could swear you saw John shaking his head from where he was standing.
He loves you still, even when you say things that get him embarrassed on your behalf.
Charles
There are no awkward silences with Charles.
You know he appreciates not having small talks, so you don’t feel compelled to fill the silence with nonsense.
It’s much easier when the other person is not expecting to talk all the time.
Charles is so calm and nice with you it almost makes you act like that as well. Almost.
There’s no changing you from your clumsiness.
When you two were hunting together, Charles saved you from falling flat on your face after you tripped into a root. It could have been romantic if you hadn’t ruined the moment by commenting on how that always happened to you.
“No, not the part of being saved! That never happened before! I mean, why can’t I just walk without tripping on things? I’m sorry, I’m being a chatterbox, right? I’ve seen you talking to Uncle and I know you don't-“
“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m just glad you are alright.”
“I am... thanks to you.”, you said, measuring your words for once.
Charles has this thing which makes him like the role of protector. So a clumsy s/o is a perfect fit.
He is not bothered at all by your peculiar interactions with others.
Charles doesn’t feel the need to connect with the others. So if you find it embarrassing, he probably doesn’t think much of it, assuring you it’s fine.
You don’t mind getting teased, but you do hope people think twice before doing it in front of him.
He likes you for you, and awkwardness won’t change that.
Dutch
He is the closest thing you get of a “boss”.
So, of course, he makes you nervous!
When asked to come to his tent and listen about a job, you are unable to concentrate.
You have to remind yourself to maintain eye contact, or else you might seem rude.
“Get that, Y/N? It’s an easy in and out situation. No hostages.”
You nod, trying to recall a word he said before that.
“I’m terribly sorry Dutch. But I was trying to look you in the eye, and I focused so much in that... I didn’t heard a word you said.”
He appears surprised at first, probably no one dared to be this upfront with him before.
“Well, you do have nice eyes, Y/N”
INSTANT BLUSH!
You two orbit around each other, sharing glances that leave your legs feeling like butter.
You can’t describe how embarrassed you were when Dutch went to give you a hug and you offered a handshake.
He just laughed it off and asked what it would be.
It was such a simple gesture and yet made you feel much better.
He is a charmer, so he never fails to give you compliments.
“You look good today”
“Nice! Thanks!”
Let’s just establish that compliments make your awkwardness go through the roof. Like, what are you supposed to do?
Dating you is thrilling. At any time you can say something weird.
He admires how you don’t seem to have a filter, you just say whatever it feels right.
And honesty is a very important topic for Dutch.
Setting up a whole mood and taking you to Saint Denis on a date, Dutch professes his love for you.
It was too unexpected, a wave of feelings got ahold of you.
“I think I love you too”, was the only thing that you were able to say.
“You think?”, he said, raising his brow, “Then I’ll have to make you sure of it.”
It’s no secret that he loves to dance, his phonograph it’s the second thing he cherishes the most.
And you hate that damned thing because you have two left feet.
Your moves lack grace, and you can feel everyone looking at your poor excuse of a dance.
But it’s so worth it, to slowly sway along him.
He loves to dance with you, even if it means bruised feet the day after.
#arthur morgan#arthur x reader#sean macguire#sean x reader#kieran duffy#kieran duffy x reader#lenny summers#lenny summers x reader#javier escuella#javier escuella x reader#charles smith#charles x reader#dutch van der linde#dutch van der linde x reader#john marston#john marston x reader#rdr2 headcanons#writing requests <3
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Paternity
Request: Could you possibly write something about Hosea being the readers father? I know it may seem a bit odd, but I just see the big goof as an amazing father! Please don't bother if you don't like the idea, but if you do, thank you very much! No rush!
A/N: I wanted to add the backstory in, so this whole fic could be all over the place, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway (I needed a break from AC anyway lol)
Warnings: None
Requested by Anonymous
You were fourteen years old when you met Dutch. Hosea came back to your shared campsite, giving you news of a new partner. You trusted Hosea--he was your father, after all--but something didn’t sit right with you about Dutch, but you supposed that your hunch was either due to paranoia, or that there was something else just waiting to pounce.
You decided to sleep on it.
In the coming weeks and months, you had become acquainted with what your father had deemed your adoptive brother, a teenager your age by the name of Arthur Morgan. You were slow to interact at first, but once you clicked, you got on like a house on fire. You were inseparable ever since. You pick-pocketed together, ate together, shared a tent together… your bond as siblings was stronger than any formed by blood; all but one.
Years later, and you met a woman whilst on your errands. At a glance, she could blend in easily, but you saw your father’s yearning glances, and it wasn’t long before you had managed to introduce a relationship between the two of them. You were soon yearning for this woman, Bessie, to become the mother you never had.
It happened quickly, and you were soon due to leave camp. It wasn’t really what you wanted, but Hosea would not leave you in a life of crime if he could help it; he wanted you to have a life, after all. Saying farewell to Dutch wasn’t as hard you originally thought, but saying goodbye to Arthur and young John was emotionally painful.
However, it wasn’t long until you were drawn back. And your father came with you. Bessie understood what she was getting into with joining two outlaws, and she let you be, only asking for frequent visits in return.
When she died, your father fell into his whiskey for about a year. It was painful to see the only person you knew the best suffering so badly, and you worked to cheer him up. You’d often pick flowers for him while you were hunting or you would bring him books he’d find interesting, and you would spend as much time as you possibly could talking with him---watching over him. He recovered slowly and steadily, but he was incredibly more protective of you ever since.
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1899
“Are we ready?”
You mostly shared murmurs of agreement, some of clarification, and none of objection. You, Dutch, Javier, Lenny, Micah, and Charles watched as Arthur and Bill set up the dynamite against the train track. You watched as Arthur mounted up, and made his way back.
“Here comes Arthur.”
“About time. I have to say that I am rather looking forward to this.”
“Just be ready to move quick, and remember the plan… all of you.”
You frowned, wondering who it was aimed at, before Arthur slotted his horse in the gap between you and Dutch. “What’s going on?” As Arthur relayed his information to Dutch, you kept your eyes on the horizon, watching for the steam and listening for the whistle.
“Okay, cover your faces. The train should be here any minute now.”
You checked over your guns and ammo. “That includes you, Y/N.”
You huffed slightly. “Relax, Dutch.”
“If anything happens to you, Hosea will not be so happy as to let us live, so forgive me for taking extra precautions.”
“I can’t believe my old man scares you.”
“If you’d seen what I’d seen, you wouldn’t be surprised.”
There was a moment of silence as you all awaited the arrival of your target. “Gentleman,” Dutch paused. “And lady; it’s time.”
He put away his binoculars. “Good luck, all of you.”
“You all know what to do.”
You breathed deeply, although slightly hindered by your bandana, trying to compose yourself.
Blow up the tracks, attack the train, loot the car. Simple.
Or so it seemed.
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The rest of the robbery went about as well as you’d expect; the deeds were recovered, but not without injury. The ride back was uncomfortable. Bruises painted your face and neck, and you sliced your leg against the ground when sliding for cover. Arthur’s bandana was secured tightly around the wound, and he escorted you quickly back to camp.
“Hosea ain’t gonna be happy when he sees you,” he mumbled, half joking, half in denial.
“He’ll be fine; what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”
Arthur snapped to look at you incredulously. “What are you thinkin’?”
“I’ll come in ‘round the back, while he’s distracted by you, and get to Miss Grimshaw before he catches me.”
“You can’t out-con a con man, Y/N.”
You kicked your horse in the ribs with your good leg, with a snarky smile. “Watch me.”
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You and Arthur managed to catch up with Charles, Dutch, and Lenny shortly after as they approached camp. You motioned to Arthur when you were going to split off from them and made your way around the back of the camp. Slowly, you approached, watching as the horses came in. You spotted that Javier and Micah had already returned, so you figured that your father was already worrying.
You watched as Hosea went up to greet the remaining gang members. “Welcome back!”
As he was distracted, you dismounted your horse carefully and limped into camp. Abigail spotted you first but you hurriedly put a finger to your lips to quiet her noises of surprise. “Y/N!” She all but whispered. “What the hell happened to you?!”
“Get Miss Grimshaw--quietly.” She hurried off with purpose, and you continued to limp to the medical tent.
“Where’s Y/N?” You managed to conceal yourself inside the tent just in time as Hosea began to look around camp.
Dutch seemed slightly worried. “She was here a minute ago…”
“Dutch Van der Linde, you tell me where my daughter is!” You heard a commotion outside, but before you could investigate, Miss Grimshaw burst through the tent flaps, pushing you down onto the cot.
“Y/N Matthews, your father will not like this.” She ripped your trousers up to your knee, removing Arthur’s blood-soaked bandana and beginning to treat your wound.
“Well then, make sure he doesn’t find out.” You try to relax into the bedding under you, lying back and closing your eyes to block out the pain.
“Y/N Matthews!”
“Here he comes…”
The tent flap opened aggressively, and your father’s flushed face came into view. “Hi, Dad.”
He was silent as he took in your state.
“I’m real sorry, Y/N; I had to tell him.” You dismissed Arthur’s apology with a small wave.
“I really don’t know what to say to you right now.”
“Don’t say anything; I’m fine.”
“I--could you two excuse us for a moment?” Miss Grimshaw had finished bandaging your leg, grabbed her supplies (with Arthur’s help) and swiftly vacated the premises.
Hosea sat down at the end of the cot. “Y/N, do you know why I worry so much?”
“Because Mom died?”
He sighed.
You tried again. “Because Mom died and you care too much to see that happen to me?”
Without words, your father’s face was one of melancholic yearning.
“I’m worried about Dutch, Y/N. About his plans. I can’t tell what he might do, and he won’t drag you down with him. I won’t let him.”
You sat up slowly and shuffled closer to Hosea. “I don’t think we have a choice right now. You need to take the reins and steer Dutch away from our downfall; he’ll only listen to you.”
He looked deep into your eyes and leaned to embrace you, cradling your head with a kiss. “Since when did my daughter become so grown up?”
“Since… I caught my first fish with you.”
Hosea chuckled, smiling fondly at the memory. “That must have been the smallest bluegill I’ve ever seen.”
“At least I caught one!”
“At least you caught one…”
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Yugioh S3 Ep 43: Tea Can Just Knock Over Joey Wheeler With Her Index Finger
Guys guys guys, my favorite Character is back. That’s right--the storyboarder!
So this episode looked helllla nice for a Yugioh episode (again, this is Yugioh, it will win no awards.) It wasn’t as nice and fluid as the episode where they temporarily killed off Joey Wheeler, but I give it a good 2nd place.
You can tell we’re getting to the climax of the season because they’re throwing down their most entertaining art people onto the screen, giving us about 5 zillion dutch angle fashion close-ups of Marik’s cabbage face, and a whole lot of zany and hard to very hard to draw fish-eye lens angles of Pharaoh.
Also, everyone wears flared bell-bottom pants now. New stylistic decision, as decided just now. Everyone in pants now has flares. Even if their pants are cargo pants. How very 00′s. (my pants were flares from like birth until 2006, it was a good trend, super comfy, bring it back.)
(read more under the cut)
First off, Evil Marik decided to rewrite Marik history a little bit with some hilarious retconning that only the most evil Marik would think is legit.
I mean I was there when Marik was introduced and was a complete asshole all of S2. I remember when Odion considered murdering the hell out of his little brother because this Marik guy was such freakin tool and his Dad was an evil cultist bastard. I...I’m gonna go on a limb and assume that calling Marik a “loyal servant” is a freakin stretch. Marik made his choices. Yes, his bad side killed his Dad, but they have made sure to indicate that yes, this is the evil inside of Marik, something that he himself caused--but most of the things that Marik has done (with the exception of killing his own Dad) is still Marik. He did that.
The fact that his evil side can’t quite connect that his good side and evil side are at all the same however, is fitting for an evil Marik to think. More and more, Marik and Marik are becoming 2 different people, and this game is the deciding factor to finally give this guy full autonomy of his other half.
We’ve seen this type of contrast before with Bakura and Ryou--where Ryou and Bakura don’t really get along but have always been clearly different people, so the culpability of what they do tends to fall on Bakura. (which is a pretty GRAND assumption, I still think Ryou is a precious but absolutely still shady little bastard) So, it’s a little different that Marik considers himself two completely different people when it’s just...not the same. Marik’s alter ego is just an ego. More like how Yami was in Season Zero but a little bit more evil. Both Marik’s have the same upbringing and the same source.
It’s been kind of an interesting progression now I can look back on it, where slowly the two have been clashing to the point that they are in fact different, disparate people now. The fact that Marik points out how his situation similar to Yugi and Pharaoh being a host is almost like “well yeah, it would have been nice to see how the whole Season Zero Yami evolved into more of a separate person over time, I’m glad you inferred that, and I’ll never get to see it, thanks” But again, all that is inferred. Whether Yami Yugi eventually became Pharaoh over time or whether Pharaoh is a big retcon of Yami Yugi for the new series in order to keep the culpability for what he does off of Yugi Muto was never directly spoken in the show so it’ll be left to your fanfictions.
Meanwhile, Yugi has decided that they’re going to try and purify the Marik situation and save the good side. This is sort of the Yugioh thing, to dispel the bad forces from people and leave behind hollow husks, so yeah...it tracks. I mean...there’s very little Marik left to save, but it’s better than a husk, amiright? Better than what happened to freakin PaniK, RIP. I’m sure erasing over half of your identity will go over real well for Marik and be absolutely painless.
And then we had a lovely scene that, for those people doing scene redraws from anime, as has been a popular trend on art blogs lately--this is your episode for Yugioh. This episode’s got moody lighting, we’ve subdued all our weird ass colors into one concrete palate (remember how green the carpet used to be?) we got interesting elements of Marik being here despite being chopped into pieces. We got so many ellipses drawn in perspective (y’all I could write an entire posts just about ellipses but I’ll spare you). It’s like Yugioh gave itself a redraw.
I can’t believe this shot came out of freakin Yugioh.
Also, this guy was an ASSHOLE for the past 2 seasons but the show was like “time to make him likeable” and so they dropped some good ass cinematography and sung that sad backstory tune on the trumpet and you know what? It works.
+++++++++++++++RANT ABOUT REDEMPTION ARCS FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS MASSIVE WALL OF TEXT++++++++++++++++++++++++
Now I think the arc of Marik is pretty simple and people are pretty chill with it. But, I’m gonna talk about villain redemption arcs just in general--gonna sidetrack a little from Yugioh for a moment. Partly because I watched 6 seasons of Once Upon a Time, which is basically Villain Redemption Arc Controversy: The Show.
It bothers a hell ton of people when TV shows have to make a villain redeemable, but there’s only one episode left so they put their hands up and say “but I swear the good side of him was always good” But, does that mean Marik’s going to make up for all the murder and sending people to the shadow realm? No. He never will. Even if Marik was completely his bad half the whole time, it still wouldn’t make up for the damage done. Dead people are...DEAD.
Marik can’t actually make any choices right now to redeem his character. All he’s doing is accepting he will never be a full person ever again. Hence why he is in slices and pieces, and in several shots is trapped either in an empty glass or a window. The choice to redeem him is entirely on other people.
And that’s the thing about redemption arcs that I want to bring up--how much of a character’s redemption relies on what the villains do to “Make up for what they did”, and how much relies on everyone else to redeem them. I think the tendency is for people to assume that the villains should be doing 90-100% of the redeeming, but unless they have a time machine--they can’t do any. Even if they freakin die to sacrifice themselves it’s still like “that character was basically little Stalin, right?
I’ve seen like a million ways to write a redemption arc, but none of them, not a single one that I can think of, can ever truly make up for the things the villian has done. There’s no way that Darth Vadar was suddenly going to become a good Dad, no matter how many Palpatines he can toss into a...whatever that was at the end of that movie. That’s the riddle behind what makes redemption arcs so engaging--By all cultural standards these villains should always be tagged a “bad guy” but, we, the audience, are being challenged to ignore those standards.
And I know a lot of people see redemption arcs as a quasi-religious sort of adventure into atonement, where we’re supposed to see ourselves as the villain searching for some type of forgiveness from a higher, most-likely-a-reference-to-Jesus-power, but I don’t really see them that way. Maybe it’s because, I dunno, I haven’t killed anyone recently or possessed other people’s minds or strung them up to anchors and dropped them into the ocean. But if you see yourself as a Marik, then go for it, I won’t stop you.
But, to me, a redemption arc is more of a question posed for us as viewers. Since it is impossible for the writers to ever fully redeem a character, the only ones doing the redeeming are the people watching it, who’s reaction will differ wildly from person to person, and that’s what makes it fascinating.
And like, that’s my thesis here at the very last paragraph of this long meandering rant. Redemption arcs aren’t about “hey is this person good enough to be redeemed (because that will never happen)” it’s “are you too good to redeem that person?” It’s a large scale experiment on the viewers watching and that’s why it makes people so freakin pissed and uncomfortable. Every redemption arc calls them out directly, and for some people it’s just like--the world ends or something. I have seen actual internet mobs develop over...a villain redemption arc. Which is weird.
And so I’ll leave it with my other spicy take that...you don’t have to redeem every villain when the question is asked. I mean these aren’t real people. The questions of “would you redeem this person” is asked entirely hypothetically. And that’s what makes up stories, not just the interaction of the people inside the stories, but when it affects the moral structure of the readers directly, and seeing how for some people, that can be a very intense and deep reflection. (which usually leads to a hell ton of either retconning fanfiction or a hell ton of really, really angry posts)
bro’s just told me that Yugioh is just a redemption arc for season 0 Yami Yugi. Bro and his spicy headcanons. This one holds some water though, lol.
++++++++++++END OF A SUPER LONG RANT ABOUT VILLAINS THAT I HELD IN FOR THE ENTIRE 6 SEASONS OF ONCE UPON A TIME, WOW A LOT OF PEOPLE HAD OPINIONS ABOUT CERTAIN CHARACTERS THAT THEY JUST EXPECTED EVERYONE ELSE TO HAVE, AMIRIGHT????+++++++++++
Anyway, back to jokes.
Again, Storyboarder just...nailing these weird ass shoes that are somewhere between a dress shoe and a boot. Shoes are hard to draw, y’all. This storyboarder. And they even made sure that the shoes looked very small and precious the way Yugi shoes would be. Little Cinderella size 5 Yugi shoes.
Oh finally.
So it was only a matter of time before the people who actually care about being possessed noticed this situation, it just took like...a season longer than I thought it would. I’ll be honest it was quite cathartic for them to actually address for the first time in what feels like a long time “SHOOT, GHOSTS!?!?”
Although it was kind of funny that the biggest reaction to all of this came straight from Joey. Yugi still doesn’t care, Tristan’s decided to just accept this, and Duke is just slowly backing away. But Joey’s going to try and do the work that Yugi should have done last episode.
HOT DAMN.
So, lets go over the Yugioh power chart here. Tristan can punch out Bakura. Tristan can also defeat Seto Kaiba with a broomstick. Joey can kick Tristan, even when Tristan is armed with a broomstick, so hard that Tristan flew through a metal door and bent it completely over backwards. Tea, however, can knock Joey completely over with one single index finger.
How has this girl ever been abducted? Was she just bored?
Bro wants to bring up that she once incapacitated a man with her butt. Just falling on top of a guy and hitting him with her butt of steel. Was she even in danger from the shipping container when she could just bat it away? She once choked out Season 0 Yugi Muto. She was always fine.
Credit to Joey, he keeps trying, and it gives us, for the first time, a sneak peek into what it must be like for Yugi and Joey to hang out on the offtimes that Yugi switches over and Pharaoh hasn’t quite gotten the memo.
This is in fact, the second time that she’s done this.
(meanwhile, sitting next to Odion, is one single cargo pocket floating in the air, gently smoking a purple haze like incense)
Welcome back Odion! I only now just realized how freakin jacked your neck is.
Like y’all his neck is wider than his head, hot damn.
Anyway, this show is secretly all about the power of big brothers, so I assume he’s going to start the mile long crawl to the top of the tower and then just...walk in...just walk right into a shadow game...?
...no one thought to stay with Odion? Like not even Serenity? Or at least leave him a weelchair? what the hell?
Odion always gets the worst wrap, this poor guy.
Anyway if you just got here, this is a link to read these recaps in chrono order from the beginning and watch my progression of knowing nothing about Yugioh to knowing a lot about random facts about Yugioh but still knowing absolutely nothing at all just like Socrates.
And here’s that shot of Marik for y’alls anime scene redraws, knock yourself out.
#Yugioh#ygo#episode recap#photo recap#S3 ep 43#Yugi Muto#Marik Ishtar#Tea is possessed again#Tea Gardner#Odion ishtar#Ishizu Ishtar#Joey Wheeler#Duke Devlin#Tristan Taylor#Seto Kaiba#man alive why do I list all the characters all the time there are so many characters#guest appearance by this wonderful storyboarder
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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT HAS FINALLY HAPPENED... I WAS NOMINATED BY @transjohnnylawrence .......... Omg 😱 😭🤧😂
okay, so I’ve prepared a speech... or — well...
I’d like to thank my mom, my — what am I saying?
Thank you @transjohnnylawrence Ferris you rock man 💖🌻💖
Okay, let’s do this....
It’s the year 2021 and you’re obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?:
Hell yeah! I love TKK, I’m feeling great about it, and I mean, I’ve met a lot of great people in the fandom and great friends <3 Cobra Kai is awesome too!
Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?:
Lol, I guess I grew up with it? I saw TKK when I was six or seven years old and it’s a good memory because my dad was there from one of his excruciatingly long deployments and he had found it on television and he scooped me up and set me in his lap and we watched it together. Of course he fell asleep halfway through and the only reason he woke up was because I tried to do the flying kick that Bobby does to take out Danny’s knee, and I fell over and ended up busting my knee a little on the side of the coffee table, my dad woke up and ended up telling me off for hurting myself, but we sat down and watched the last minute, after he’d put a bandaid on my knee. My dad ended up getting it at the library a while later on VHS so I could see the beginning and ending because I had missed both, it’s kind of one of the best memories I have of my dad. After that, a lot of stuff happened in my life and I kinda forgot about it till I saw a trailer for Cobra Kai, and after that I rented the film from my local library, and watched it about five times... then on a different site I met @transjohnnylawrence and he asked me to a TKK watch party, which honestly was the best. ✨ I’ve met a lot of great people in this fandom and I am so happy that I found it again, because I’ve made some friends... <3 but I said that already :) ✨
We gotta do the basics. Favourite character:
TOMMY!!! lol... I don’t actually know... I love them all, but Bobby, Jimmy, Dutch, or Tommy for TKK, definitely Jessica is a top fave and I don’t mind Ali... my favorite character in Cobra Kai has to be either Robby or Amanda... or Moon or Demetri... but I really relate to Robby
Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?:
I prefer neither. I guess I tend to go for the whole Mr. Miyagi speech about balance. That or ‘Get him a body bag, yeahhh,’ — Actually, I once changed the line just a little to use. I once flunked down into a chair at a cafeteria table, set my head down on the table, and stated ‘get me a body bag,’ and my friend looked at me and said ‘exams are going that bad huh?’ and I just nodded and proceeded to fall asleep on the table because I hadn’t had any sleep... also, I said ‘Get him a body bag’ once when my sister jokingly told me to sike our dad out when we were playing pool in teams... and I took it literally and my dad just looked very surprised and started laughing.... but yeah... what was the question? if i had to choose, it would be Sweep the Leg ... Or Wax on, Wax off, depending on my mood
Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favourite?:
The silly little flannel with the camo pants... since I have worn something very similar and been teased for it... 😅😂 there’s so many that I liked though... I really dislike that he wears only suits now and they’re the stuffy kind...
Favourite ship:
Johnny/Jimmy, Dimmy (Dutch/Jimmy), I blame two fanfic writers for this one, but — Johnny/Bobby/Dutch... Also, Dutch/Tommy, Dutch/Jimmy/Tommy, Kumiko/Jessica/Ali, Bonny, Lucille/Miyagi and Johnny/Bobby/Tommy/Jimmy/Dutch, And Tommy/Ali... for CK, I’m big into Sam/Demetri, Robby/Moon, and Hawk and Demetri but as Binary Brothers ............. there’s too many
Underrated character:
JeSsIcA — yeah, definitely Jessica! And Tommy! And Jimmy! Dutch! And totally Bobby... but Jessica is definitely number One ☝️ in my underrated characters list...
Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):
i like Jimmy/Dutch or Tommy/Ali but Kumiko/Jessica/Ali are top on my list... that and Bobby/Freddy (They’d look pretty cute together, I dunno 🤷🏼♀️) that and Thera— Tommy/Johnny ... for CK it’s definitely Sam/Aisha or Amanda/Johnny lol... joking with that one... Robby/Moon
Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:
screw Terry Silver! NO SERIOUSLY SCREW HIM AND KREESE... I want to see Jessica and Dutch!!! and more of the Og Cobras 🐍 😩♥️ Maybe even Julie... but definitely Jessica and Dutch (Lol I feel strongly about this)
Scene that lives in your head rent-free:
the goodbye scene with Tommy in Take a Right... it just sticks with me even though it’s a sad scene... but just hearing them talk by the campfire and seeing Tommy giving Johnny advice and helping him... and also, just... yeah, that just 🥺... got stuck in my head... that or the scene with Robby where he finds his childhood artwork at his dad’s apartment, I get emotionally drawn in thinking about my own childhood, for TKK it was the scene where Bobby is disqualified and throws his belt down in front of Kreese and walks out... and seeing Johnny’s face in the background as Bobby took Daniel out, it just is another sad scene. Or the Halloween fight where Bobby tells Johnny to leave Daniel alone... also, the beach scene with Johnny and Bobby being real pals on their bikes, and Dutch’s yellow helmet rolling across the ground... the soccer tryouts... I love soccer. The learning how to take a fall part because I’ve had that happen (but the kid wasn’t on a motorbike, just a regular bike, and it wasn’t a steep hill, but I had another kid knock me off my bike like that :/ )
Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?:
oh man, you know it, that kid is gonna be like the master of Karate or something... that kid’s got mad skills... ha! I dunno 🤷🏼♀️ he’s there as a foil or something... anyways, he absolutely annoys the heck out of me because he reminds me of a kid I babysat once... but yeah, they’ll probably make him more relevant...
You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?:
Oh dang, yeah... ummmm, well... I think Bobby, Jimmy, and Tommy would be my friends... but I think I’d choose Miyagi Do in TKK and help Daniel, while also trying to talk some sense into my friends... in CK, I think I’d pick Miyagi Fang, but before that, I probably would have chosen Cobra Kai when Johnny was Sensei and probably would have jumped ship when Kreese came in. Or, option 3. Fake my death, change my name, and run... (bonus... if Johnny told me to flip the script, I’d give myself a badass name like Hornet, because you don’t really feel the sting till a few minutes later... but it’s bad... or I’d just join Miyagi Do)
It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?:
Pfffffft, OTHERWORLD so that it would be like Jimmy got sucked into an alternate dimension and he’s lost with his family... no I’m not currently thinking of writing a Fanfiction about this... or am I? Hmmmmm...
💫 I Nominate @dxrkvibes23
@kingkarate @cobrasandalleycats @strikelikeacobrakai @legolugosi @transdaniellarusso @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @cobrakaikaratedad @johnnywhorance @johnnyavanti (Sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged or have already done this...) 💫
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Price to be Paid
AN: This was my favorite chapter to write so far! So many of the ideas I’ve been sitting on and just waiting. And I’m so glad we’ve all agreed to just say this song was written in the late 1800′s lol.
Chapter 5
The long day had taken its toll on you, but you were excited to relax and have a party with the gang. Abigail helped you find a new shirt and took your blood covered one so you didn’t have to think about it. She was a blessing through all of this, even if she was preoccupied with John and Jack most of the time.
Although you had just washed in the lake on the way back to camp, your skin itched with the thoughts of what you had done. One of the wash barrels was close to your tent and you spent a few minutes washing and rewashing your hands and arms, desperate to rid yourself of whatever was making your skin crawl.
“Washing like that don’t help much. I’m afraid those stains on your skin can’t just go away.” Arthur grabbed your arm, red from the pressure of the cloth you were dragging over and over. You sighed and released it, watching it slip under the surface of the water.
“He was an awful man. I know I couldn't have just walked away without him killing me, but how do you justify taking away a life?”
Arthur nodded and continued to move you away from the barrel. “None of us are especially good here, but we try. Don’t kill nobody who don’t deserve it. Sounds to me like he got what he deserved. Was that your first -” but he stopped talking as Jack ran up.
“Uncle Arthur! Mama said Hosea needs help moving something into camp. Big boxes!” He stretched his arms up to show the two of you just how big the boxes were. You laughed, and Arthur turned before taking Jack’s outstretched hand.
“You’ll be okay then?”
“Yes, Arthur. Thank you.” You watched the two of them walked off and Jack broke into a run. Hosea was moving boxes of liquor for the party and the kid was right, they were big. Whiskey, beer, and various other liquors were being spread over the camp so no one had to walk very far for a drink.
Dutch shouted appreciatively in the distance and ordered where everything should go. Ms. Grimshaw had a tent all set up for Sean with his things, and he emerged a new man after changing out of his old clothes.
Someone handed him a beer, and he walked over towards the ledge to face the small crowd.
“Oh, no speeches, please!” Karen shouted at Sean. He didn’t seem to mind the friendly banter and continued anyways.
“Uncle Sean is back! And don’t you worry, Ms. Grimshaw, I’ll keep them girls in line. If I have to whip em, I will!” He stopped to take a big pull from his bottle while the women in camp shouted back. “I’d like to see you try!” “Will you drop already?” “Put him down! Somebody needs to.”
After wiping his mouth, he continued, “And don’t you worry Mr. Pearson you drunk old shit bag, it’ll be nothing but the finest game in the pot, now that Dead Eye Macguire is here! I love you bastards, have fun. Have loads of fun!”
Sean stumbled forward and into the group, the party in full swing. Someone at the campfire started singing and playing guitar, and you walked over to find Javier plucking away. You didn’t know the one he was playing, but it was an upbeat tune that many people joined him for. After listening to the words for a moment, you realized just how lewd the words were.
“In Louisville I met a maid, mark well what I do say,
And she was mistress of her trade, it was diddle-diddle-diddle all day!
I put my hand upon her toe, mark well what I do say,
She says ‘young man you’re rather low’, for a diddle-diddle-diddle all day!
I put my finger on her knee, mark well what I do say,
She says, ‘young man you’re rather free’, for a diddle-diddle-diddle all day!”
The songs continued on, and as the drink flowed freely people slurred and got louder. It was a lot of fun, and you knocked back the last sip of your gin before heading to grab another bottle.
Dutch called out to you, “Miss Moore! You said you could sing, why don’t you lead the next one.”
Your heart jumped to your throat. Javier motioned you over and asked which songs you knew.
“Umm...how about The Mountain Shine? No, alright then. The Boy Livin’ Down Under? From This Valley? Perfect!”
Javier scooted over on the log so you could sit with him. The guitar started up hard and fast, and you came in with the first verse.
“Oh the desert dreams of a river,
That will run down to the sea.
Like my heart longs for an ocean,
To will wash down over me.
Oh, won’t you take me from this valley,
To that mountain high above?
Oh I will pray, pray, pray, until I see your smiling face,
Oh I will pray, pray, pray, to the one I love.”
Javier picked up the second verse with a rich voice that fit well with yours.
“Oh the outcast dreams of acceptance,
Just to find pure love’s embrace.
Like an orphan longs for its mother,
May you hold me in your grace.
Oh won’t you take me from this valley,
To that mountain high above?
Oh I will pray, pray, pray, till I see your smiling face,
I will pray, pray, pray, to the one I love!”
People around the fire were whistling and dancing along, some even joining in to sing. The song always reminded you of home and the dance hall downtown that opened its doors after the fishing boats returned from the last big sail of the year. The big skirts twirled and swished about in the most marvelous way.
“Oh, the caged bird dreams of a strong wind,
That will flow ‘neath her wings.
Like a voice longs for a melody.
Oh, Jesus carry me.
Won’t you take me from this valley
To that mountain high above?
I will pray, pray, pray,
Until I see your smiling face.
I will pray, pray, pray,
To the one I love!”
The song concluded after you and Javier timed the last verse together, trying to harmonize and failing but laughing along anyways.
“Thank you, Javier and YN! What an excellent tune to get folks on their feet and dancing.”
You stood up and walked over to the group around the alcohol. Whiskey still made your stomach turn and you couldn't stand the stuff, so you rummaged around for the gin bottle you had eyed earlier. The nerves from performing for a real crowd were still shaking out and you knocked over a bottle while trying to read the label.
“Dammit,” you muttered under your breath. Karen stumbled over looking as happy as a clam. Rumor was her and Sean were lovers not too long ago so she must be excited to have him back safe at camp. “YN! Hand me that one, will ya?” she motioned in the general direction of the bottles so you handed her the half empty one and hoped she didn’t notice. She did not, and put it high in the air to dance around with. Sean called her back to the table and she sat in his lap, ignorant to everyone else around them.
John walked into camp and clapped Sean on the back. The two laughed and exchanged a few words, then Arthur joined John to walk over for drinks.
“Ms. Moore! I don’t believe we’ve actually met. Abigail said the two of you met back in Blackwater and she talks enough that I feel like you and I are old friends. How are you holding up in camp?” John was younger than you thought, and it made you question how old Abigail was too. His dark hair was long and shaggy. The cuts on his face seemed to be healing although he would always have a wicked scar from his encounter with the wolves.
“Abigail is wonderful! Nice to see you up, Mr. Marston. I’ve been doing just fine. I think,” He had a kind smile and met your gaze when you shook hands. You grabbed two bottles and gave one to him and the other to Arthur.
“Hard to make friends when you keep getting hurt, Marston! Although probably best to keep that ugly face in the tent so you don’t go scaring people.” Arthur laughed heartily at his own joke, then took a pull from the full bottle. He must have taken Sean very seriously when he said to have fun from the looks of his flushed face. “You should see this one hunt, makes it look easy to use a bow.”
“A bow? Do you hunt much with Charles?”
“Just occasionally. But he’s much better than I’ll ever be.”
The three of you drank and chatted for a few moments, but were interrupted by Mary-Beth coming to grab Arthur’s hand.
“Arthur! Come dance with me. Dutch is playing that awful record player but I love the song.” He obliged and followed her over, leaving John and you alone.
John chuckled while watching the crowd. “That girl is the sweetest, silliest one here. Tilly and Karen can be nasty if they need to, but Mary-Beth don’t have it in her. Wants to be a writer some day.”
Mary-Beth was smiling up at Arthur as they spun around. “They with each other then?”
“Who, Arthur and Mary-Beth? God no! She’s a little sister to him, like that with everyone here.” You told the voice inside your head to be quiet but the gin made it impossible to listen.
“He, uh, sweet on anyone else then?”
John gave you a puzzled look for a few moments, then something clicked. “Nah, not anyone here. Don’t think he’s had them ideas for a long time.” He looked around the camp as the song ended. “Abigail! Get over here, woman. I’m gonna dance with you.” Abigail pretended she didn’t care but the small smile and blush told you she was thrilled. Mary-Beth had left to go back to the fire, and John called out, “Arthur why don’t you dance with that nice girl? She’s hiding back by the drink.”
Arthur looked your way and motioned for you to come. You sheepishly walked over, insistent that he didn’t have to keep dancing if he didn’t want to. He ignored your protests and held up his left hand, waiting for your own.
You stepped forward and placed your right palm in his and your left hand on his shoulder. He stood a good head above you, even in your heeled boots.
“Miss Moore, I can’t dance with you if you stand that far back now. Promise I won’t bite.”
After you stepped closer he put his hand around your waist and the two of you began to twirl around. Nearby Dutch and Molly had joined the group, and you swore this was one of the first times you had seen her smile and laugh.
“If you insist I call you Arthur instead of Mr. Morgan, then you know I’ll say the same. Call me YN.”
He chuckled and agreed, moving you over by Abigail and John. The two of them were laughing as John tried to keep up with Abigail’s feet but kept stepping on her toes. He started to make a game of it and chased her feet around with his.
“John! Oh you silly man. Stop it now! Well, don’t the two of you make quite a sight,” she looked over at you and Arthur. You shook your head, “He’s just being nice and putting up with me while I try to dance a bit better than John.’
Jack ran over and wanted to dance with his parents. He startled you all and you tripped forward, but Arthur caught you. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”
“How many times I gotta tell you, call me Arthur.” Without thinking he tucked the hair that had fallen free back behind your ear, lingering with his fingers in your hair. A flush spread across his cheeks as he dropped his hand to your shoulder and played off the intimate moment.
“You okay there, Mr. Morgan?” you asked. He sighed playfully, “I guess that won’t change even if I ask a hundred times.”
The song eventually ended, and the two of you broke apart. Arthur tipped his hat in thanks and headed back over to the group at the campfire and poking fun at Karen and Sean who thought they were flirting secretly.
“Now that is something I ain’t seen in a long time, Arthur Morgan, flustered and blushin’,” John said quietly as Abigail left to find Jack.
“Mr. Marston, it was nothing I promise. Just a harmless old dance.”
A burst of laughter ripped from him. “I’ve heard that before! And two weeks later, she’s telling me I’m gonna be a father!”
Much later in the night everyone gathered around the campfire swapping gunslinger stories. Dutch’s strange opera music still floats on the warm night air around you, but him and Molly haven’t been seen in a few hours and some other members of the camp had begun to drift off to bed. Whether that was face down in the dirt or their actual bedrolls depended on who you asked.
“I swear, it was the biggest bear I’d ever seen!” Sean elaborately told how he escaped some manner of beast, and it’s changed from killer wolves to bears and back again a few times in the same sentence.
“Must have been, yay high. Chasin me down the road. My heart nearly burst from my chest! But ol’ Dead Eye Maguire never runs from fear! So I hopped off my horse and tried to shoot him up. O’ course he was right behind me so it bowled me over. Tumblin’ down, over and over, until I finally landed on my feet like a cat, and pumped him full of shells from my trusty shotgun!” Sean jumped on to the table to demonstrate how he landed and swayed around until Pearson grabbed him by the collar.
“Not a word of that is true and you know it!” No one seemed to care as they were all laughing away at Sean.
“Darlin, you ever held a shotgun before?” He questioned Karen who had kept up with Sean in terms of drinks through the evening. He leaned over her shoulder and prepared to teach her how it was done.
The look she gave him was pure murder. “‘Course I handled a shotgun before! You think I don’t know how to shoot it? Shit, I’ve jerked enough dumb men around I reckon I can cock it one handed.”
Beer somehow shot out of both your nose and mouth simultaneously as the entire group erupted with laughter. Karen stood up and demonstrated how this could be done and it got funnier each time she pretended to shoot. Finally Sean tackled her to the ground and they recreated the bear/wolf fight with Sean as the attacker. They both stumbled around so hard no one could move more than a few feet.
You tipped your bottle up and drained the last few drops and took that as your sign to turn in for the night. The group was still rolling with laughter but you knew you would regret the gin in the morning if you stayed up much later. You waved and smiled to the group as you left to find your tent. The cot was just as uncomfortable as you remembered. After debating with yourself, you drunkenly decided to camp out on the ground near the overlook and a tree. It wasn’t comfortable, but the fresh air felt good on your skin. Slowly sleep overtook you, and you somehow dreamed peacefully of dancing bears that sounded like Dutch telling you to point your feet when you ran through a field.
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“Today seems like a good day to possibly kill myself, lads.” You huffed out while you tried to chop wood for the camp.
You were failing. Pretty badly, too! Who knew chopping wood was so hard? They always made it look so easy in videos…
With a short sigh, you wiped the sweat off your forehead as you took in a deep breath.
Okay! You got this!
Accompanied by an axe in hand, determination, and looking oh-so fine like a lumberjack those Tumblr gays always daydreamed about, you swung the hatchet over your shoulder and prepared to swing down like a monster destroying a small village and—
”Not if I kill you first.”
—You missed!… And you also lost your balance. Talk about a combo attack!
”Oh my god, I was on x-games mode, why did you interrupt me.” You quickly replied while lying on the ground, one arm propping you up with the other lied sexily on your hip. You were trying to look suave and like you didn’t just almost bash your head onto the ground.
Charles, the person who was ordered to watch over you (and was also your self-proclaimed ‘best friend forever’), simply chuckled in response at your usual antics as he went over to grab the fallen axe. He adjusted the weapon in his hands and spun it once before letting it fall onto his shoulder. “Your ‘x-games’ mode didn’t seem to be working out.” He finally lent his hand out to help you up. “You weren’t holding the axe right either way. You were bound to mess up.”
”Ouch! Just hit me while I’m down, huh? Huh? Huh, Mr. Smith?”
After you got up you tried to take the axe back but comically jutted your bottom lip out when he didn’t give it. “Arthur wants you.” Was all he said before he got to cutting the wood.
”Aw, but we were having a bonding mo—wait, he wants me?” You purred out with a poorly done waggle of your eyebrows.
”Not like that.” He countered but let out a small ‘as far as I know’ afterwards. “And, maybe, our next ‘bonding moment’ can be me teaching you,” He brought the weapon down onto the circular wood, turning it into smaller, less circular, pieces, “how to do this.” Geez, now he was the sexy lumberjack everyone wanted.
As Charles grabbed another piece, he gave you the ‘go-do-this-thing-because-I’m-the-experienced-one-here’ look. “Now, go see Arthur. Should be with John.”
”Kk, bye, love you lots!” You called out when you speedwalked away from the half-native male, missing how he nodded in your direction as his own way of saying “love you too”.
While you hummed to I Really Like You by our lord and savior Carley Rae Jepsen, you spotted Arthur and John conversing to themselves. As you got closer, you could hear bits of the topic at hand.
”’Nd I’m just sayin’, John. That’s how they were when I picked ‘em up. Suicide humor ‘n’ all—actually, why are you suddenly so concerned for their health anyways?”
John looked at the tall bear before groaning and turning away, before looking back again and trying to explain himself. “They’re close to Abi and Jack, Arthur. If they die do you know how heartbroken they’d be?”
Arthur gave him an incredulous look.
After a moment of staring, John threw his hands up in the air and said, “Okay, fine! They’re closer to Jack and I really, really don’t need that boy to develope their morbid humor! It’s not good for his age! ‘Least wait until he’s in his mid-twenties.”
Arthur let out a hum in understanding as he adjusted his hat to show off more of his face. “I take ‘em in to see a doctor, you’re goin’ with me.”
”What, why?”
”Because it’s your plan, John.” Arthur let out a small breath. “I know we all worried ‘bout ‘em but we all agreed that this was just their way of bein’, such as us bein’ outlaws.”
John let out a groan in frustration. “But we ain’t suicidal like them, Arthur!”
”’S far as you know.”
Being held in another staring contest, you began to wonder if your humor was really this concerning. Sure it wasn’t exactly… ideal but neither was being stuck in a world that you barely know anything about with no family, friends, or pets to help comfort you.
Everyone in the gang was born in this era, raised by it’s laws, while you were from a more advanced one. It was bound to get a bit lonely so you did what you thought was best to cope but… could you really be like the old you from your world? The one who hid behind self-deprecating humor and baggy sweaters?
…Yeah. For now, this is who you were going to be. Until… at least until you can feel confident enough to at least tell Charles or Hosea about everything.
Pastering on a smile, you interrupted to two in a sing-song voice. “Hell~o, my two loveliest boys!” You swung an arm around John’s shoulder as you shot Arthur a wink. “My super best friend said you wanted me, hm~?”
After a slightly-awkward short pause, the two outlaws glanced at each other before John begrudgingly nodded his head.
Coughing into his fist, Arthur spoke. “Me ‘nd John have been a little, err, worried ‘bout ya. Y’know, with all the harsh jokes ‘n’ such… Was wonderin’ if you wanted—“
”—Needed someone to talk to.” John cut his brother off, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
”Uh, that too?” Arthur muttered as he looked quizzically between the two before him.
You had a look of indifference on your face before speaking in a monotone tone, “Girl, what’chu been smokin’?”
Shaking his head at your reply, John turned away from you both and up to the sky. “Of course we don’t get a serious response. Why would we?”
”Ignore him.” Arthur butted in when he place his hands on your shoulders. “Listen to me, okay? I don’t know why or when you started usin’ such things to cope, ‘nd frankly I won’t pry, but if you truly ever need t’talk then you know you can speak to us.” He glanced at John who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. “…Well, most of us. Actually, just talk to me, Charles, Hosea, or Tilly. Everyone else is a maybe.” He paused. “Okay, not everyone else. Don’t speak to Micah. Never speak to Micah.”
You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle near the end and nodded your head. “Okay I won’t speak to Micah. Not like I wanted to either way. His ass stank something serious.”
”I’m gonna pretend I know what that means.”
”Good! That’s a proper response to most of the shit I say.” You shrugged your shoulders before letting out an ‘ah!’. “Was, uh, was that all you two wanted or…?”
John, who was forced to come back from his ‘why-do-we-even-try’ attitude, unsurely spoke. “You… you wanna go huntin’, or somethin’?”
In a swift moment, you suddenly had John’s hands in your own with a grin on your lips. “Really? You’ll let lil ol’ me handle a bow?!”
Arthur quickly interjected, placing an arm between you and John. “No, no! We can’t trust you after last time! You can help us scout but we ain’t lettin’ you outta our sights with a weapon.”
After you fake-sadly agreed Arthur sent John off to tell Dutch about the change of plans. He was about go get ready to leave until he felt your hands gently clamp around his forearm.
Looking back at you, he rose a brow as he waited for you to speak. “Thanks for your guys’ concern. Sorry for worrying y’all.” You muttered, eyes looking towards his coat’s neckline rather than his own.
”’S fine. Just… remember that we all want you here, m’ok? Even if we don’t understand half the words that leave your mouth.”
”Yeah.” You muttered softly as you broke him away from your grasp.
You two stared at each other for a moment before you awkwardly coughed into the air and began walking towards his horse. “Anyways, let’s go hunting for some bears.”
”No.”
”Aw, it was worth a shot!”
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This was inspired by @heart-of-gold-outlaw ‘s Modern!Reader prompts, lol. Hope it was okay to write this! :^}
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Can you do Javier being a big cuddly and romantic boy!!
aaaaaaahhhh this is such a cute request!
Javier Escuella Cuddling/Romance
It was an calm night for the camp, most of its inhabitants were out either working, guarding, or goofing off. The usually boisterous and drunken scene was silent, save for the ambiance of nature and the soft strumming of a guitar over a crackling fire. Javier sat cross legged against the lean-to shelter, eyes closed while his fingers lazily followed a peaceful tune.
You’ve always loved his musical abilities, how deftly his hands moved across his guitar, how clear and melodious his voice was, how he could whip the camp into joyous song in a few moments. Following the soft sounds that echoed over the mostly vacant encampment, you found yourself crouched at the edge of the fire, opposite him. He hadn’t noticed your presence, and you intended for it to stay that way, not wanting to interrupt the bittersweet melody. You noticed how the light from the fire accentuated his features wonderfully, while the lean-to shaded him enough to add an air of mystery and complexity.
He was, for all intents and purposes, a truly beautiful man.
Lost in the tranquility of the moment, you leaned forward just too much, snapping a twig underfoot. Javier’s reflexes brought him to high alert. His hand jumped towards his pistol, cutting off the lovely tune. Adjusting to the odd lighting, his eyes scanned the surroundings, finding no threat and instead landing on your now sheepish smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
With a heavy sigh, he relaxed again, letting his hand fall from his holstered pistol.
“Thank God, it would’ve been a pain in the ass if there was a fight now. Would’ve been an even bigger pain in the ass if you were Micah.”
He chuckled to himself softly, putting the guitar aside and motioning to you lightly.
“C’mere, you sneaky little thing.”
You followed his request, sitting down and leaning back into his waiting embrace. He pulled you even closer, holding you snug in his lap with his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. Settling into a more comfortable position, you felt the stress of your lives fleeing your entangled bodies. Javier pressed his head against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. You giggled and pulled away a little.
“Stoooop, hehe, that tickles.”
“Fine, but you ain’t getting away from me any time soon.”
He pressed a swift kiss against the spot he had been nuzzling and returned to a more neutral position, your head leaning on his chest. His agile fingers, so well worked from both guitar playing and gun-slinging, traced circles on your exposed arms, sending shivers through your body despite the heat of his body and the fire. In the protective hold of your lover, your mind settled from the madness of your lifestyle, wandering to other topics.
“Javi?”
“Mhm.”
“Do you ever think about life after the gang?”
Again, he chuckled lightly, the vibrations traveling through your being.
“You planning on running off or something? The gang isn’t going anywhere.”
“No, I mean, well. Nevermind, it’s a stupid thing.”
You looked down in embarrassment, fiddling with your hands. Javier noticed your nervous tick and took your hands into his own, watching you with a caring but slightly concerned look.
“What is it, mi amor? I promise I won’t make any more jokes.”
“I meant, I guess, if you ever think about a life with me. Y’know, not on the run from the law. Just the two of us building a life together.”
He went silent for a moment, holding you a bit tighter than before. You craned your neck to look back at him.
“Javi?”
“…I owe my life to this gang, to Dutch. They’re all family to me, and I’ve promised my utmost loyalty to them.”
Hearing the apparently negative response, you cut him off, trying to backtrack on your words.
“Sorry, it’s just a stupid thought I had. Nothing meant by it -”
“No, wait.”
He returned the favor, reassuring you with a light squeeze.
“I am loyal to this gang, to my family. But, you’re my family too, you’re my love for god’s sake. If you want a life away from this then it is my duty to give it to you. Hell, when it comes down to it, I would give anything for you. ”
He finished his declaration with passionate eyes bearing down onto yours, full of love and protectiveness. A soft smile graced his face. You buried your head into his chest, ecstatic and fluttery with emotions at his response. You felt his chest shake with another bout of light laughter.
“Y’know, maybe a life together on some little ranch on the outskirts of town wouldn’t be so bad. Life would be so much easier without Pinkertons and O’Driscolls and all the muck of this country chasing after us.”
“Yeah…it would be nice to be able to sleep a full night, with no fear of an attack changing everything, again. Though, I can’t say I see you as the farming type. Hehe, Farmer Javier”
“Hey there, that’s Rancher Javier to you. Though, I can’t say I see you as the ‘Rancher’s (Wife/Husband)’ type.”
“I’ll have you know I would make a great ranching spouse.”
“Hehe, yeah, actually I can see it. You, angrily sweeping the porch of our little cabin, cursing my name for existing. Maybe even keeping a few kids in check.”
Javier broke out of the fantasy to give you a meaningful glance, trying to gauge your thoughts on his final statement.
“Sorry,” he laughed, sheepishly, “I got a little carried away there.”
“That’d actually be really nice.”
He looked at you in slight shock of your immediate approval.
“Especially the cursing your name part.”
Javier broke out into a wide smile, laughing with you. As your sniggering quieted down, he leaned down and captured your lips with his own, caressing your face lightly as your arms wrapped around his neck. Too soon, he broke the kiss off and pressed his forehead against your own, breathing a little heavily and staring intently into your eyes.
“I love you, too much for my own good sometimes.”
You beamed and laughed slightly.
“I know, and I love you too, Rancher Javier.”
Done with your dumb jokes, he shook his head in teasing disapproval and again stole your lips, thinking about all the things the future had in store for you.
These keep getting longer and I don’t know what to do lol. We broke 1k words on this one! Thank you to the requester for fueling me with such a cute prompt, and I hope y’all enjoyed it!
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