#ask-reddead

[cherryrainn]

Hello! If you still write for RDR, could I request some general relationship headcanons for Hosea and Dutch with an S/O (separately)?

━━ ✧ 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈��𝐆 ; hosea matthews + reader, dutch van der linde + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i love these old farts

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘼 ★

hosea is a gentleman with a touch of old-world charm.

he believes in courtship and traditional values, making the relationship feel like a slow-burning, timeless romance.

hosea appreciates intellectual conversations and enjoys spending time discussing literature, history, and philosophy.

if you share these interests, you'll often find yourselves engrossed in deep conversations late into the night.

hosea is a complex man with a troubled past, and you understand and accept him for who he is.

you provide emotional support and comfort when hosea reflects on his actions and past mistakes.

despite hosea's calm and composed exterior, he appreciates and reciprocates affection.

you find comfort in his gentle touch, whether it's a hand on the small of your back or a reassuring squeeze during tense moments.

hosea's calm demeanor is a source of stability for you.

in the gang's turbulent lifestyle, you find comfort in hosea's presence, knowing he'll be there to guide you through the storms.

hosea respects your independence and personal space.

he understands the importance of allowing you room to breathe, especially in a life as tumultuous as yours.

despite his sometimes serious demeanor, he enjoys surprising you with small gestures of affection.

this could be a wildflower picked during a ride or a stolen moment to dance under the moonlight.

𝘿𝙐𝙏𝘾𝙃★

dutch sees you as his equal in strategic thinking.

he values your input in planning and respects your ability to provide valuable insights.

your partnership is not just emotional; it extends to the tactical decisions that shape the fate of the gang.

despite dutch's strong exterior, he appreciates the emotional support you provide.

in moments of doubt or internal conflict, you stand by him, offering a listening ear and reassurance.

your unwavering support is his anchor in the storm.

he takes pride in your refined taste and elegance, often complimenting you on your attire.

the two of you make a striking pair, and dutch enjoys showcasing your style during social events, making a statement wherever you go.

behind closed doors, dutch reveals a more vulnerable side to you.

the weight of leadership and the challenges they face weigh heavily on him, and in these private moments, he seeks comfort and warmth in your presence.

dutch can't help but feel a protective instinct towards you.

he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety in dangerous situations, showcasing a softer, more caring side that few get to witness.

dutch, despite his stoic demeanor, expresses affection in subtle ways.

it could be a gentle touch, a lingering gaze, or a soft smile reserved only for you. these gestures speak volumes about the depth of your connection.

you understand the heavy burden of leadership that dutch carries.

while he may be the charismatic leader of the gang, you see the toll it takes on him.

your empathy and understanding become a source of strength for him, creating a unique bond.

[peachcreekhustler]

i love u

25¢ a smooch

[randomshyperson]

Can I just say that everytime I play RR2, I always feel like reading Land Of Theives over and over again. One of the best stories I've read buddy.

[sensationallysangwoo]

𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙳𝚊𝚢: 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙶𝙽!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵🧡

🧡𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚝𝚑𝚎-𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊���𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔.

🧡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝚂𝙵𝚆, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔!𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘, 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝!𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘

🧡𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

🧡𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @trashk1tty , @torasgfreal , @dilfismz , @pulparindos , @reddead-salem , @daeholuvs , @radarbiterlover , @partyb0yyyy , @sawlover353 , @m4nbl00d , @swtt4hk

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock screeches, signifying 5:00 a.m. You feel a stir next to you, followed by a groan. Sang-woo should be rolling out of bed in approximately 1 minute to get ready for work. This is the normal Monday-thru-Friday routine.

You’re privileged enough to be able to sleep in. You stay home and take care of the house while Sang-woo happily financially supports you. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Normally you wake up briefly to give him a kiss goodbye, and then you nestle under the covers for another 3-5 hours.

Today is different, however. Sang-woo doesn’t feel like reaching for his glasses. He takes an extra moment to lift his body, still heavy with sleep, out of the bed. You notice abnormal heat radiating off of him, way more than usual.

“Sang-woo, you gonna get up or what?” You mumble sleepily.

“I’m not feeling too good this morning, darling. Probably just didn’t sleep well. I’ll be okay, though.” He mutters, voice nasally with congestion.

He attempts to stretch despite wincing from the muscle aches. “I can feel you, you’re literally a walking oven. Do you have a fever?” You ask, yawning.

“I’m fine.” He pressed.

“Okay….” You reply, your voice filled with concern.

You hear the shower running, but you also hear a lack of movement in the bathroom. You drowsily drag yourself out of bed to go check on him.

He sat weakly on the closed lid of the toilet, too weak to even take his PJ’s off and get in.

“Baby you can’t go into work like this. No way. Come on, give me your phone. I’ll call your boss.” You gently grab his face in your hands. “You’re burning up, sweetheart.”

“I can’t miss work today. I have an important meeting at 3 that I really can’t cancel.”

You reach into the cabinet and pull out the thermometer. You scan his forehead. 101 degrees. “See that? You are sick. Stop being such a work-o-holic and rest today Sang-woo. Please? For me?”

He finally gave in. “Okay. I’ll call up my boss now. You can’t say I didn’t try to go, though.”

You smile to yourself. Even when he’s a stuffy, feverish mess he’s still absolutely adorable.

“Mr. Kim? Yeah. I’m not making it in today. I’m really sick. 101 fever. Thank you. I will rest up. Goodbye.”

“See how hard was that?” You tease. “Cmon, let’s get you back into bed.”

You turn the shower off and lead him back to the bedroom. You tuck him back into bed and kiss his forehead. He looks miserable.

He hardly ever got sick so the opportunity to take care of him is a rarity. You can’t wait to show him how much you love him and care for him at this time.

You head into the kitchen and make him a cup of his favorite tea. You also grab some medication for him as well and head back to the bedroom.

He lays in bed sniffling and coughing and sneezing. His eyes are droopy and he looks pale. You notice a light sheen of sweat across his handsome face, making his dark hair stick to his forehead slightly. You love him more than anything, even like this.

You hand him the cup of tea and he offers you a meek smile in return. “Thank you, love.”

“Make sure you take these, too. They’ll help you feel so much better.” You gently drop the pills into his hand.

He finishes his tea and sets the empty cup on the bedside table, for now. You’ll get that later.

He lays his head on your chest, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

You almost laugh at how comical this is. He’s so cold and harsh towards the average person. Stoic and unbothered. But you, you’re his safe space. You’re the only person he ever has, and ever will, let his guard down around. Cho Sang-woo, a man who scoffs at anyone who he even suspects has a lower intellect than he, wants you to hold him and cradle him while he is sick. The effect you have on this man is unreal.

You playfully roll your eyes and wrap your arms around him. One of your hands finds its way to his hair as you stroke the dark strands lovingly. You gently and softly kiss his forehead once more. Within what seems to be seconds, he’s snoring.

You feel yourself getting tired again, too. Between his weight pressing down on you, the light snores and the steady pulse of his heart against yours, your eyelids sink comfortably.

You dream of more sick days. Not that you want him to be sick, more-so you want to spend entire days with your lover. You want to see this soft, almost helpless side of him more often. You don’t need to worry though, cus his heart is entirely yours. The emotional wall he’s built for years is crumbling down all because of you.

As for him, he’s dreaming of your homemade soup, your soft touch and your tender, lingering kisses. It’s early. You still have a whole entire sick day ahead of you.

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Ohhhh the maternal urge to care for a cold stoic character and shower them in love and affection😩Bahahahaha yk what I mean!!! Anyways hope you liked it, have a wonderful rest of your weekend everyone! -G🫶🤍

[littleguypumpkinsheep]

Micah’s been asking me to play with him every time I’ve picked up reddead. MICAH. IM SORRY. I don’t like the knife game it makes me anxious

[ask-reddead]

Howdy, you spectacular human beings!  This year has been...  a lot.  I know 2021 isn't gonna instantly be roses and sunshine, but I wish all of you the happiest of New Years.  I cannot thank you enough for the love and support you've shown this blog, even in my long-ass hiatuses (A.K.A. moments where life itself gets way too much).  Y'all are gems, truly.

I concluded the year in a way that would make our favourite Irish dickhead proud. ❤

[thedailybullshit]

Hello! I'm going to be honest, I started rdr2 a week ago. Currently, I'm in the "everything goes bad and everyone is sad," part of the game. So, I, looking for a means of coping, turn to Tumblr. Here, I found your incorrect quotes series. I've binged it. It's REALLY funny. Would you mind if I drew some of them? I thought I'd be odd if I didn't ask.

Thanks! :D

Awwww you’re too sweet ♥️♥️♥️ I’d LOVE for someone to draw these & I’d love even more if you tagged me when you posted. Glad you’re enjoying the game!

[ask-reddead]

Nay. I ain't a rude boi, so nay, I say.

@ask-reddead

^ allow this man to say fuck

[mmmairon]

Happy New Year!

This is the anon from a while back who sent the ask about school, how I hated my undergrad years, and all that jazz. It actually took a while to work up the courage to send that ask because I was so worried I would bother you, but if it helped you even a little it was well worth the effort it took me to send it! I really empathize with your situation, being forced into school. I also feel like I was forced to go to college when I would have been better off in a trade school, haha. I wish someone had been there to assure me that it was all going to be okay. As someone who's been there, honestly the most comforting thought to me is that once school is over, you never have to do it again!

I also totally get why you would feel bad complaining about your workload, but never feel guilty about that! Students are (hypothetically) given the same amount of schoolwork, but that doesn't account for what's going on in the students' lives. Some students just don't excel at school the way others do, and some students have extremely busy non-academic lives, or are dealing with personal issues. Most professors have seen enough students to be pretty understanding of that, and people can often be more sympathetic than you'd think. I was really happy to hear that your professor let you do your group project alone.

Anyway, I just wanted to wish you happy holidays and to say that I'm glad you seem to be doing a little better.

ALSO that the wounded Diluc you did from a while ago hit me so good!! I think about him being wounded and alone a lot, my poor baby girl :( I want to put him in my pocket. I hope you draw him is his reddead of the night outfit again!

I hope you did well on your exams! My goats say "Hi!" <3<3<3

world's sweetest anon in the whole world. ugly crying. I'm very sad that school has started again. I can always feel my mood steadily declining as the winter break draws to a close...

I think my workload is going to peak in March. But I also have a condensed course that ends during that time, so that will be really nice ;-;;

I will definitely be drawing Diluc in his new fit again sometime soon :] it's so sexy.. I cannot let it go to waste. Hopefully he's not so sad this time. I have a knack for that being my muse. Oops.

HI GOATS :DD <3333

[lunaserenade]

Stay

Masterlist

Author's Note: My first time writing for Bucky Barnes and hopefully not the last. Dedicated to @keeper0fthestars for encouraging my nonsense and @reddead-trash for always reading through whatever I write.

Paring: James 'Bucky' Barnes x Reader

Words:  ~ 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, surgery, and some adult situations.

Summary: A chance meeting with Bucky at a coffee shop after your shift in the ER leads to a late night request

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“I hate to do this to you but... I need your help.” Bucky’s voice sounded strained through the phone, immediately catching your attention. You blinked in the darkness of your bedroom, your alarm clock reading 1:27 am.

“I’m here. What do you need?” Shocked at your own lack of hesitation at whatever was coming your way. 

You had met Bucky by pure accident about a month and a half ago at your favorite coffee shop in Brooklyn. Just coming off a 14 hour overnight shift in the Mount Sinai emergency room you were completely drained and oblivious to the world around you. Waiting for your coffee to come out you had noticed the handsome and dark haired man keeping to himself off to the side. You had reached for the cup of coffee that appeared on the counter and as you went to leave you heard him call to you.

“I’m sorry miss, I think this one is yours.” Turning you saw him holding out another cup that, sure enough, had your name scrawled across the side. Your cheeks had flushed immediately and you noticed the name on the cup you held. 

“James? I’m so sorry. I’m exhausted.” You gestured to the dark purple scrubs you wore. 

“It's no problem,” he reached out to trade cups with you, his gloves fingers lightly brushing yours. “Do you work at the hospital?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’m an RN in the emergency room. I’m the girl to call when you need to be patched up.” Smiling at him you brought your cup to lips and took a long sip. That coffee shop quickly became a favorite of Bucky's and a morning routine of his, secretly hoping to run into you every time he visited. Little did you know that first morning that Bucky offered to walk you home he would actually take you up on your offer. 

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You were tugging your medical supplies bag out of the hall closet when you heard the sharp raps on your apartment door, a worse for wear Bucky standing there clutching his right shoulder.

“... Do I want to know?” You said apprehensively as you ushered him in, directing him towards your modest kitchen.

“Probably not.” He replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Let me take a look.” You said, washing your hands, pulling on a pair of gloves, and peaking under his jacket trying to get a better idea of what you were working with. “You need a couple of stitches, we should get you to the hospital.”

“I can't, it's complicated... Any chance you could 'patch me up'?” Bucky said, smirking down at you. You knew how to suture well enough and had the supplies in your bag, but it wasn't something you normally did.

“I can't guarantee it'll be pretty.” You cautioned.

“I’ll be fine. I'm a quick healer.“ Bucky grumbled, struggling to shrug off his jacket. You reached out and slid it off of him, fingers brushing the bare skin of his arm. 

“James, you’ve been stabbed. I don’t usually put that under ‘fine’” You shook your head, gestured for Bucky to sit on your kitchen table and reached for supplies. Feeling bold you took the hem of his shirt in your hands, looking up briefly for permission, and proceeded to help tug it over his head. You became very aware of just how close the two of you were, standing between his thighs you thought you saw a flash of lust cross Bucky’s features. Heart beating wildly in your chest you gingerly cleaned the wound, it wasn't too bad but would need several stitches. 

“I don't have anything to numb the area.” You said softly, looking up at Bucky through your lashes, digging through your bag for the silk thread and needle that was tucked away. “Let me know if I'm hurting you.”

Bucky nodded and reached out absentmindedly, brushing the hair that had fallen into your eyes behind your ear. Your breath caught at the contact as you struggled to focus on threading the needle. You'd been harboring a crush on him since the day you bumped into him at the coffee shop and now you had him half naked and bleeding on your kitchen table as you began to stitch up his shoulder. Bucky let out a small grimace of pain as the needle pierced his skin and his metal arm reached out to grasp your waist, the cool vibranium of his fingers giving you goosebumps. It took every inch of your will power to concentrate on your sutures, which weren't nearly as sloppy as you thought they'd be, and not let your hands wander the body of the man before you.

Bucky watched you attentively as you concentrated on stitching him back together, his heart hammering in his chest as your hands brushed across his chest. He'd been dragging his feet on asking you out and found himself increasingly looking forward to seeing you at the coffee shop, slowly opening up to you during your chats. You finished your last suture, cleaned the last bits of blood off his shoulder, and reluctantly stepped back from your position between his legs. 

“Thank you for doing this, I'm sorry that I woke you up.” He greedily took in the shorts and tank top you wore as he slid off his position on your kitchen table.

“I told you if you needed patching up to call me, didn't I?” You smiled warmly up at him. Feeling bold Bucky stepped close to you and cupped your face in his hand, a thrill running through him as you leaned into his touch. 

“What if I just want to call you?” Bucky leaned in closer until his lips were just a breath away from yours, he hesitated as your eyes flicked up to meet his. And just like that his self-restraint crumbled as he crushed his lips to yours, hungrily and urgently, his arms dropping to your waist to pull you closer. Your every sense was consumed by him as your hands roamed his body, and when he finally pulled away you were dizzy and drunk on his scent.

“You can call whenever you like, especially if you're going to kiss me like that.” You said breathlessly, hands trailing up and down his arms as he held you close.

“... It's getting late. I should probably go, let you get some sleep.” Bucky said, a content smile on his lips.

“Stay.” You offered as you gazed into his blue eyes, a stark contrast to his dark features.

“What?” He replied, surprised.

“You could stay... here, with me tonight.” You insisted. “If you wanted to.” Bucky kissed you again, slow and indulgently.

“I'd like that.” He murmured softly, resting his forehead against yours.

That was the first night in a long time that Bucky slept truly restfully, his slumber finally uninterrupted by nightmares.

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[wintersongstress]

K, W, and R for the favorite blog ask game? ❤️

K answered here

@winterswake — Vera's gifs are just 😫👌 so good. Legendary, even. I'm simultaneously jealous and inspired whenever I see them, they make such amazing content and are definitely worth following. I wish I had half their talent.

@wolfamongthem — Anna has always been super nice to me (honestly I think she's way too cool for me) and she's so very talented. I'm glad to have her presence on my dash 😊

@raccoonscity — a good gaming blog to follow, plus their gifs are pretty nice 💌

@river-the-fox — River has always been very nice whenever I interacted with her. She's usually the first person to reblog my sets and I just 🥺 really appreciate her. Check out her gifs too!!! 💕

@reddead-confession — a great rdr blog 😊

@rxkuyo — has made some of my absolute favorite scenery sets. They have such a great feel for coloring, I'm always excited to see what they make next. A great blog to follow 💟

send me a letter and i'll tell you my favorite blogs that start with it

[markodragic]

What advice might you have for someone interested in reddead posting so late to the game? Ily

ily2 anon!! 🥺💗 unfortunately there does seem to be less activity in the fandom in general, but here’s my advice:

if you just wanna amass some followers then memes are your best friend. they’ll pretty much guarantee you some notes and they’ll cause people to check out your blog and give traction to the content that you’re more proud of

don’t be afraid to share your thoughts or make personal posts. it gives your blog more personality than just a stream of reblogs with no commentary, and it’ll draw more anons to your inbox too

actually individuality in general is helpful in gaining a bit of prominence. try to really set yourself apart from other blogs

screenshot sets do pretty well usually too, I don’t post as many as I used to but they’d often get a few hundred notes depending on the popularity of the character

if you do any rdr2 art/writing that’s great too and I 100% encourage you to share that. although I hardly ever post my art due to lack of confidence so idk if I can give much advice on that fkgkgkhk

encourage interaction from your followers, try to be approachable and chill and anons will be less shy

basically if you just post what you want to and it’s good stuff then I prommy it’ll gain interest eventually. if you build it they will come, as they say

and overall don’t be too concerned with your follower count, imo it’s nice to have a lot of followers but what you’re really after is a circle of mutuals that you vibe with!

this is all just stuff that worked for me, but I made this blog in late 2018-ish and there was a much more active fandom on tumblr at that point. I do wish you the best of luck tho, and thank you so much for the ask!! ♥️♥️♥️

[majesty-madness]

An Outlaw’s Better Half (Arthur Morgan x reader series)

https://giphy.com/gifs/rockstargames-revolver-rdr2-reddead-5WIMcQNeu6TWoIrkfB

Summary: Y/N lost her only friends to a gang of thugs, who murdered them all. With nowhere to go, she wanders the streets only to be met with a certain cowboy. After saving her life, Arthur brings her back to camp and everyone is very welcoming. Y/N begins to think maybe this could be her new family, a real family, but how will she react when she learns that the gang that welcomed her with opens arms, steals and kills to get by? 

Chapter One

Word Count: 4000+

Warning: Angst, violence and murder, blood, cursing

Violence wasn’t something that she hadn’t experienced in all of her life of living. It was everywhere and sometimes a necessity if you wanted to survive.

There were times when she had actually used brute force to get away from a sticky situation but it wasn’t until afterward that the events would truly dawn on her. Though she never dwelled on it for long. As long as she made it out alive, that’s all that mattered.

Y/N had recently settled about a mile away from the town of Valentine, the spot was hidden by massive trees and overgrown bushes.

She wasn’t alone, a few other individuals had joined her or rather she joined them. They were a relatively small camp with only ten people. Not at all capable of taking on a whole gang by themselves but strong enough to survive.

Y/N was patching up a ripped hole in a thin quilt of hers when a woman in her mid forties, walked up to her.

“Need any help with that?” She kindly asked, taking a seat next to the young (h/c).

Y/N smiled, “No thanks, Isabelle. I think I can handle it this time. Besides, I’m not sure how you could help me with sewing anyway.”

“I could hold it for you.” Isabelle replied.

The (h/c) abruptly stopped what she was doing and plopped her hands in her lap. “Hold it?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“What? I meant like keep it still for ya, that’s all.” Isabelle defended. She gestured to the blue quilt in Y/N’s lap.  

Y/N let out an airy laugh, her body convulsing harshly. “Thanks but I’ve got it.” She wiped her teary eyes and continued to sew.

The older woman playfully scowled. “Alright, fine. Don’t come crying to me when you forget how to tie off the ‘nd.”

“That was one time!” Y/N jabbed back, an amused smile still plastered to her face.

There was a moment of silence, different members of the small group attending to their own chores or activities, and Y/N just remained sitting on a log that sat only two feet from her tent. Then the familiar ear shattering noise caused Y/N and Isabelle to jump up from their seats.

Other members' attention had also been directed toward the sound of the noise. But before they knew what hit them, men on horses were charging straight for them.

Y/N’s small group of people tried to retaliate but were far too late and lacked better aim.

She and Isabelle were attempting to escape when Isabelle caught a bullet to the back and crashed into the young (h/c), sending them both to go tumbling to the dirt ground.

With the adrenaline coursing through her veins, Y/N’s legs were tempted to pull her body back up and push her to start running the opposite direction but her mind quickly came to a conclusion that made every muscle in her body freeze.

If she did try to run then she would surely be killed on the spot so she did what she thought would at least give her a chance to survive. Nothing.

She laid still, right where she had fallen, and closed her eyes. Waiting. Praying that whoever was there would just go away. Especially when she heard the gunslinging gang argue with one another.

“Why did you shoot all the women?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” One man yelled.

“What’cha you talkin ‘bout?” Another man snapped back.

“We could’ve brought’em back to camp, had a good time with them but no! You had to go in guns blazing and now they're all dead!”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat at this bit of information. She silently thanked the universe for giving her the wisdom to play dead.

“Oh shut up, you drunken bastard.” The one man grumbled, taking heavy footsteps away from where Y/N was lying.

Hours past. Late morning turned to early evening. The sun was beginning its descent and not once had Y/N moved from her initial position, keeping as still as her body would allow. On several occasions though, she wished she could sink into the ground below and use mother earth as her protective shell when the men wandered particularly close.

And as if the universe was answering her silent pleas, the sound of gravel and dirt crunching under someone’s footsteps shattered the silent air. “We gotta go guys! The law is gonna be on top of us!”

“Damn it! Let’s go boys!” Another man, assumingly their leader, said breaking into a full sprint to his horse.

The way the hooves of their horses made contact with the ground, it was obvious that they were leaving quickly, not sparing another glance back on the camp they’d destroyed only hours ago.

Y/N waited a few minutes just to make sure that they were really actually gone.

When she could only hear the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, she wiggled herself free from the cold, dead grasp of what once was a kind older lady.

She crawled across the ground, her body becoming covered in mud. A few grunts and groans of excursion left her mouth, and eventually she flopped down on her back when finally free.

All was silent. Not a word was spoken. Not a single animal call could be heard. Just the wind, blowing softly through nature’s livelihood.

It was an absolute nightmare.

The silence felt  like a hot knife in her chest, burning and suffocating. She was left to rewind to the events of what had happened.

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she quietly cried to herself.

Was she crying for her group or for herself? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was, once again, on her own.

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It was night by now and the moon was in full bloom.

Arthur and John were making their way back to camp after finding out a tip they’d heard about in a saloon turned out to be a bust.

Should have known better than to listen to a drunken idiot.

“Got any idea where we can start looking for another score?” John asked, his eyes darting to the back of Arthur’s head.

Arthur shrugged. “I ain’t got a clue. But I’ll head back into town tomorrow, see if there mighta been something we missed.”

“Let me know if you hear about anything.” John replied as he and Arthur continued to make their way down the dirt road.

Arthur nodded. “I will.”

Recently, they haven't had any luck getting any money. Yeah, there was the few occasional stagecoach robberies and such but nothing that could help them move the whole camp somewhere no one would find them. That would require more money than they were able to get.

They needed to leave and soon or else things were gonna end badly for them.

“Get the hell away from me!”

Both Arthur and John raised their heads at the sound of a woman shouting.

About ten feet in front of them stood a group of men, completely surrounding a young lady.

“Stay back!” The woman fearfully hissed, holding up her knife so as to give the impression that she wasn’t afraid but anyone could tell otherwise. Especially these arrogant bastards.

“Oh come on, we just want to have a little fun.” One man smirked, licking his lips with lust coating his eyes.

He reached out to take the woman’s arm and as soon as his hand made contact, she pulled him towards her and jammed her knife deep into his throat.

The man stumbled back as he gurgled on his own blood, eventually flopping down onto the dirt ground. The rest of the group of men stared at their dying friend.

John and Arthur watched as the events unfolded, hands pressed to their revolvers just in case things were going to get messy.

“You’re gonna pay for that bitch!” Another man yelled, pulling out a gun from his holster.

However, before he could even wrap his hands around the handle, another loud boom echoed in the air.

The loud gunshot caused everyone to turn to the origin of the noise.

There sat Arthur, revolver in hand, and a thin trail of smoke seeping from the tip of the steel barrel.

“Any of you think of reaching for your guns, I’ll put a bullet in ya.” Arthur said, his voice low in tone and VERY intimidating.

He didn’t have to tell the group of men twice as they quickly scurried away.

Arthur set his revolver back into his holster and hopped off his horse.

When the young woman caught sight of the mass of the brown haired, blue eyed cowboy approaching her, she pointed her now bloody knife toward Arthur.

“Whoa there, ma’am.” Arthur immediately raised his hands up in surrender. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

Heavy pants slipped past the lady’s pink lips as well as a few pained whimpers. She was dreadfully scared but based on her demeanor she was not going to let someone threaten her without a fight.

Though Arthur decided he might press his luck.

“Are you alright, miss?” He asked with some variation of concern but readied himself in case the lady tried to attack him.

She hesitated but eventually shook her head. Arthur looked back to John and he only shrugged.

The cowboy took another step forward. “Are you alone?”

The lady’s eyes darted to the ground, her quivering lips and watery eyes telling Arthur all that he needed to know.

Even though she hadn’t said anything, it was obvious that this poor, fearful woman had been through some kind of trauma.

Arthur’s eyes squinted in sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

The lady looked back up, her expression softening just a bit.

“You’re bleeding…” He pointed to the blood dripping from her temple then again looked back at John to see if maybe he thought there was something wrong. Though, he didn’t seem bothered by it all, in fact, he nodded his head knowing what Arthur was insinuating.

“If you want, you…” Arthur paused. “You could come with us, we’ve got some other women back at our camp that can help you get cleaned up.”

“How-” The woman finally spoke. This perked Arthur’s attention. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“I saved your life. And if I was a threat, you would’a known it by now.”

Arthur could see the gears turning in her head as she thought through her options. Stay to die alone or get some help from a couple of cowboys? She chose the latter.

She slid her bloody knife back into her sheath and nodded. “Okay.”

Arthur gestured towards his horse that was waiting next to John, and the young lady followed behind him. She kept a considerable distance away from the man that saved her just in case he was going to try something.

He stepped up onto his saddle, pulled himself up, and swung his leg to rest on the other side then held out his hand for the lady to take.

She grasped his hand in her own and used her own strength to help Arthur lift her up on his horse. She sat side saddle, her hands resting on Arthur’s broad shoulders. It would be weird if she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Or at least she thought so.

The three individuals made their way back to camp. For the rest of the trip, no one said a word. Instead there was silence except for the occasional animal calls which Y/N made sure to admire as her mind wandered into the abyss.

From this point on, she had no way of knowing what was going to happen to her next.

Either she was actually going to get help from these strangers, get killed, or…

Y/N shook her head. She didn’t want to think of what they were capable of doing to her. Terrible things she imagined. However, even though she didn’t know these people there was this gut feeling, an instinct, telling her that maybe, just maybe they were trustworthy.

After all, this man saved her life. Anyone else would have walked by, without so much as batting an eye but not him. He saw she was in trouble and came to her aid.

Suppose there was still some good left in the world.

Arthur and John approached the edge of camp, their horses trotting towards Charles who was guarding the camp this particular night.

“Arthur. John” Charles greeted.

His eyes then wandered to the young lady seated behind Arthur. She quickly looked away from his intimidating stare. “Who’s that?”

“Someone we picked up coming back to camp.” John answered, still following behind Arthur.

Arthur hitched his horse and hopped off. He turned to Y/N and held out his arms toward her to help her off the back of his horse.

She looked down at his hands, a perplexed expression bent into her features.

Arthur bobbed his hands up and down for a second before saying, “Come on.”

Y/N hesitantly leaned forward and rested her hands on Arthur’s shoulders as he lifted her from the horse and placed her on the ground.

“This way.” Arthur said, leading Y/N towards the center of camp.

Her eyes darted around the makeshift camp, searching for anyone she’d consider friendly. Not many of them looked all that amicable but she did see some woman which she wasn’t sure that relieved her in some way or made her even more skeptical.

Though when members of the group began to form a crowd around her and Arthur, that small relief soon vanished.

“Ah, Arthur.” Dutch greeted him as soon as the stocky cowboy came into his vision. “How’re things in Valentine?”

Arthur scratched at his stubble, “Not so good. Turns out the leads were nothin’ but rumors.”

“We’ll just have to keep looking.” Dutch said and Arthur nodded in agreement.

Just then Dutch caught sight of the young lady timidly standing behind Arthur’s towering figure.

“And who is this young lady?” Dutch said strutting around Arthur to see Y/N more clearly.

Y/N’s (e/c) orbs flashed up to meet Dutch’s gaze and she found herself stepping closer to Arthur.

“This is… uh...well actually, we don’t know her name but we found her on the main road, a few men were becoming little less than friendly.”

Dutch welcomed Y/N with a smile. “Well, miss…” He paused, waiting for her to respond.

Y/N gulped, fiddling with her shaking hands. “L/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Well Miss. L/N, you are welcome to stay here with us for as long as you need.” Dutch then looked over to the girls that had conveniently gathered together. “Miss. Grimshaw. Abigail. Get Miss. L/N cleaned up and a fresh pair of clothes will ya?”

Miss. Grimshaw and Abigail nodded then stepped forward and guided Y/N away from the crowd.

Y/N let them lead her away but not before she turned her head to look over her shoulder to Arthur, getting one last glance at his blue eyes as she walked further away.

For some reason, she felt she would rather not leave him but did anyhow.

“Come this way, honey.” Miss. Grimshaw said, pulling Y/N towards Abigail’s tent.

They stepped inside the tent along with Mary-Beth and Tilly following suit.

Miss. Grimshaw turned to Mary-Beth, “Go get some water and clean rag.” She ordered.

Mary-Beth nodded and headed out of the tent.

Miss. Grimshaw turned her attention back to the young (h/c) standing patiently in the middle of the large tent. “Let’s get you out of those dirty clothes.” She reached out to help her but Y/N instinctively flinched away, startling everyone remaining in the tent.

They all stood with their eyes on Y/N’s stiff form. She seemed as if she were prepared for someone to attack her.

Abigail stepped just a tad bit closer. “It’s okay. We ain’t gonna hurt ya. We just want to help.” The burnette reassured.

Y/N’s eyes darted from Abigail, to Miss. Grimshaw, to Tilly then back to Abigail again.

After a minute or two of waiting, the three women could visibly see the (h/c)’s body relax as she rested her arms at her sides.

“Abigail, get Miss. L/N some clean clothes. Looks like she’s ‘bout your size.” She said and Abigail agreed, walking over to a corner in the tent and beginning to rummage through her clothes to find something decent for the young (h/c) to wear.

Mary-Beth then walked in with a cool bowl of water, and a clean rag sticking out from the edge of the metal. She stood next to Grimshaw, a soft expression on her face as she made eye contact with Y/N.

Grimshaw grabbed the rag from the metal bowl and rang out the extra water the rag had soaked up over the course of the time it sat in the bowl.

When it was damp enough to her liking, she stepped toward Y/N and very gently placed one hand under Y/N’s chin to keep her head still while she wiped away the dried blood that lay against her temple.

Even though Grimshaw was usually a hard ass, she handled the scared woman with care, almost as if she were made of glass. Fragile to the touch. Which surprisingly comforted Y/N, they were much kinder than originally anticipated.

Once the blood was wiped clean, Grimshaw tossed the now blood covered rag back into the metal bowl. “Alright. You’re all good. Just get changed into some fresh clothes and bring these ones out. We’ll make sure to wash’em for ya.” Grimshaw said, gesturing to her dirt covered skirt and shirt.

Abigail walked back over, neatly folded clothing in her hands. “Here ya go.”

Y/N cautiously extended her arms to take the clothes from Abigail. “T-thank you.” she mumbled scarcely, her lips pressing into a tight line.

She wasn’t sure what to make of what was happening.

Most people weren’t so kind, and selfless. Not that she didn’t appreciate what they were doing for her because she did very much so, but why go out of their way just to help some stranger that, for all they know, could be a threat?

Guess they were willing to take that chance.

“Go on, get changed. We’ll give ya some privacy.” Grimshaw stated hurriedly gesturing for the rest of the girls to exit said tent, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

It was a good few minutes before Y/N even thought about moving and proceeding with swapping out her clothes.

The older lady was right, she was the same size as the burnette.

There was no mirror around to check out her appearance so she just had to hope that she didn’t look too ridiculous, not that it really mattered.

She approached the edge of the tent. Her nerves getting the better of her.

What would happen once she stepped out of the confines of the tent. Nothing? Her worst nightmare?

Arthur’s words rang through her head. “If I was a threat, you would’a known it by now.”

If these people went as far as to clean her, bring her clothes, and overall help her then maybe they could be trusted.

Y/N closed her eyes. “Breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out” She took a deep breathe then let it out in an attempt to calm her nerves.

When she stepped away from the makeshift home, Y/N immediately saw that a few men had grouped together and were discussing amongst themselves.

It was hard to tell what they were saying at first but in curiosity, she stepped closer and was able to make out what they were saying.

“We’ve got to let the girl go.” Micah said.

“We can’t just throw her out.” John intervened, annoyance palpable in his voice.

“She’s a stranger. And a threat to all of us.” Micah continued.

Arthur scoffed. “Didn’t realize you were so concerned for the rest of us.”

“I’m only thinking about the group.” Micah defended, his tone hiding some ulterior motive.

A pang of sadness rushed through Y/N as she listened in on what they were saying.

Micah continued. “I say we send the girl on her way.”

“No. I think we should let her stay with us and if she wants to leave then-” Dutch stopped when he caught sight of Y/N who was standing a few feet away.

The other men followed Dutch’s gaze, seeing that the damsel in distress had been standing right there, most likely listening in on what they were discussing.

Y/N’s expression told them all they needed to know. Her brows furrowed inward, not in anger but in sadness. Her (e/c) eyes held a thousand words, and her slightly parted mouth emphasized how she felt.

“I-”

“There you are, honey. Let me take those-” Miss. Grimshaw interrupted, causing Y/N to look at her then she took a hold of Y/N’s dirty clothes. “And let’s go find you somewhere to sleep.” She continued, and quickly guided Y/N away from the men.

As Miss. Grimshaw led Y/N away from the group of men, she caught a glimpse of that saddened expression making a home into Y/N’s features.

“Oh honey, don’t you worry ‘bout Mr.Bell. He says a lot of things but he’s all talk.”

“But he’s right; I am a stranger.” Y/N objected earnestly.

Miss. Grimshaw quickly pulled Y/N over toward a propped up tent. “Listen to me; you might be a stranger but don’t mean you ain’t decent.”

Her answer surprised the young (h/c).

The elderly woman continued. “You needed help, and we took upon ourselves to help you. Now don’t go worrying about things that ain’t gonna happen.”

Miss Grimshaw turned away grabbing an extra blanket from the back of one of the wagons then turned back and plopped it into Y/N’s arms.

“Now you’re gonna sleep right next to Mary-Beth.” The older woman spoke as she led Y/N over to a pitched tent in the center of camp.

Y/N assumed that Mary-Beth was the one already standing under the tarp that was the roof of the tent.

As soon as Grimshaw was near Mary-Beth, she started to rapidly swat her waves toward her signifying she wanted her to move over.

“Scooch over! We need to make room for Ms. L/N.”

The brunette quickly grabbed the edge of her sleeping bag and scooted over just a few inches.

“There you go, honey.” Miss Grimshaw said, looking to the (h/c).

Y/N perked up and slowly walked over to the now vacant spot and stood there for a second.

Miss Grimshaw continued. “Now lie down, get some rest, and I’m sure things will look better in the morning.” And just like that she walked away and out of sight.

The young female merely stood frozen in her spot, letting the events from the day sink in. Before she could protest, hot tears fell from the base of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

Mary-Beth could notice the change in aura around this young lady, and lightly rested her hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

A sniffle was heard causing a wave of sympathy to rush over Mary-Beth. She stepped out from behind the young woman to see her face. The tears were the first thing she saw even in the black ridden night.

“Here.” Mary-Beth dug into the pocket sewn into the front of her dress and pulled out a sparkling, clean, white handkerchief.  

Y/N gently took the handkerchief out of Mary-Beth’s hand and used it to wipe the continuous tears. “I’m sorry…” She whimpered her voice cracking in the midst of her apology.

Mary-Beth managed a light hearted smile. “Sorry for what? For crying? You got nothing to be sorry for. It’s alright to cry when you’re hurting.” Mary-Beth paused. “I know we don’t know you very well and we don’t know what you’ve been through, but it’s gonna be okay. You’ll be safe with us.”

Y/N looked up at Mary-Beth and saw the genuinity in her eyes.

She wiped her eyes once more before handing the handkerchief back with a nod following soon after. “Okay…”

The brunette flashed a smile again as she took her handkerchief and stowed back it into her pocket.

Y/N turned around and backed away from her designated spot to roll out her sleeping bag. Right now, more than anything, she just wanted to get to bed, though she wasn’t sure that she would be able to sleep. Not when she was in a strange place with strange people, but she could at least try.

She laid down to cover herself up with the thin fabric to hopefully fall into a peaceful slumber.

Despite the trauma, Y/N allowed her thoughts to linger on those of her fallen friends.

They were good, and hard working people trying to make an honest living.

Trying to survive. Same as her. They didn’t deserve being shot down by a bunch of two bit thugs who cared about nothing but their own desires.

Though, that was the world they lived in. Life and death go hand and hand and sometimes it was just a person’s time to go even if it was in a brutal fashion or even if it was unfair.

Most times it was.

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Series Masterlist

[waterblight]

npc: *speaking german*

arthur: what the fuck are you saying

npc: *continues speaking german*

arthur, getting louder: who the fuck made up those words stop saying them!

[crimsonmoth]

17 Questions, 17 People

I was tagged by @prairiemule Thank you! ☺️

Nicknames: None...always wanted one, though.

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5’8”

Last thing I googled: Women’s slippers...because it’s that time again🤣

Song stuck in my head: “Sinner” by Andy Grammer

Number of followers: uhh...I don’t know how to check that and keep this post 🤣

Amount of sleep I got: 8 hours

Lucky number: 9

Favorite song: “Atomic Man” by Portugal. The Man

Favorite instrument: Cello!! It’s sad and beautiful and needs a friend.

Dream job: Picking the soundtrack to movies or TV shows

Aesthetic: long duster hoodies with a graphic tee and skinny jeans.

Favorite author: Erik Larson

Favorite animal noise: Probably kittens’ little attempts at meowing ❤️

Random: I refuse to eat anything out of a plastic tupperware style container because I used to see my dad reuse the same spaghetti sauce orange-stained one to carry his lunch every day. 🤣 They make me want to vomit.

Tagging: @radiantblog @direwrath @the-mill-kat @thegoodestoutlaw @the-neigh-sayer @abigailmarstons @womanfromblackwater @ask--john-marston @scarfacemarston @reddead-confession @redeadepression @arthurprettyboah @honoramongstthieves @littlestarofthewest @shethenightwolf @sleeplessbunny @fangirl-ramblings

No pressure of course! Apologies if you’ve already been tagged or done this, rules told me to tag that many people lol

[rainbowreddead]

tysm for the tag @charlotte-balfours-garden​ !!! I love getting tagged in these hehe! I’m not going to tag anyone bc we have the same circle of ppl so they’ve all already been tagged XD If anyone sees this from me feel free to @ me!

name/nickname: Katelyn and my nicknames are usually KitKat/Kate/Katydid or Spongie which is what my dad calls me lol. 

gender: gorl

star sign: gemini

height: 5′6″ or ~168 cm

birthday: June 11

time: 3:30 pm

favorite bands: Caravan Palace, The Oh Hellos

favorite solo artists: Moe Shop, Snail’s House, Grandson, 

song stuck in my head: This one (Slow Down WRLD Remix) & the Alicia Online theme song lmao (Korean horse fantasy game)

last movie: Horton Hears a Who 😂 My grandma wanted to watch it with me lol/

last show: Soul Eater!!! Used to watch that with my gf, I freaking love it sm. So much nostalgia. 

when did I create this blog: July 04, 2019~

what do i post: Red Dead stuff lol. Mainly from the 2nd game cuz I never played the first. I want to upload my own screenshots but I always forget!!

last thing googled: How to tell if someone is keylogging you.... The answer was hopefully no btw

other blogs: I got 11 .... my main @Lotus-of-light, I have a flight rising blog and my ao3/overwatch blog @coyoteschasingthunder

do i get asks: Nah lmao but that’s ok

why i chose my url: Bc I’m a lesbian (rainbow) and it’s reddead XD

following: 586 but I like to trim it down lol

followers: 294 on my main and 27 here

average hours of sleep: 8-9

lucky number: 11!

instruments: I can’t read music very well (It’s so hard when ur just trying to teach urself XD) but I can play a little on the piano and kinda on the Kalimba. 

what am i wearing: Black pants with a bow on them, a tucked in shirt and a beautiful blue & white jacket with a peony decoration! V fancy

dream job: Part time programmer part time famer!! @charlotte-balfours-garden has heard ALL about that XD

dream trip: With my dad and my bff and her dad to Alaska I think! Like 2 weeks of horseback riding and hunting would be awesome. 

favorite food: Changing my answer to Kottu Rotti which is an AMAZING indian dish I love making it sm. 

nationality: American Irish (or Irish American? Not sure which order my citizenship would go in lmao)

favorite song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eYK3YP524A C’mon name a more iconic line than “See you in your dreams, Yeah, baby, even if it's a nightmare, For you I’d crush the stars” (Soul Eater Op 2)

last book read: It was Their Eyes Were Watching God for my Lit class Black Feminism unit. I rlly loved it!!

top three fictional universes: Ok ok, 1. Wings of Fire for the dragons 2. Soul Eater bc I think my friend would be a weapon (maybe a bow and arrow) and I would be a meister. 3. the world from Hold Me Closer Necromancer prob. It had werewolves and magic so I love it.