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Hopeless Romance ~ Mary-Beth Gaskill (RDR2)

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A/N: more than fucking 6000 words yall

im dead

never thought ill get to write 6000 words just for one fucking one shot

i thought itll only be until 4000 or 5000 words but NOPE! THE GREMLINS IN MY MIND IS LIKE 6000 BITCHES

but anyway, i love her so much help asdfghjklworijcjjxjdb

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Mary-beth let out a fond sigh as she took her eyes off the book she was holding and looked dreamily at the view of the lake. The young woman had finished her chores earlier and Miss Grimshaw finally let her off the hook and Mary-beth immediately took her chance to read a book she had been reading for awhile now. The young woman sat comfortably on the grassy ground as her eyes looked at the blue waters of the lake. It was a breathtaking view, Mary-beth had to say. The waters seemed to have some sparkling glow as the rays of the sun hit it just perfectly. The calm breeze passing by and making the leaves of the trees dance with it.

Mary-beth closed her eyes and deeply inhaled the scent of the fresh open air of the land, then sighing in content. A soft cheerful hum leaving her lips as she softly smiled. This was a nice day. It was not sunny-- rather that it was a bit cloudy which seemed to be a perfect weather to spend near the lake that was close to the camp and read her book. The calmness of the area was rather enjoyable. There were no loud noises, not like in the camp. As much as Mary-beth loved everyone in the gang, finding them as a family and such, the young woman liked to have some peace and quiet now and then.

Mary-beth opened her eyes, the smile still on her lips as she looked back to her book. The printed text on the pages of the book made Mary-beth smile dreamily as she thought of what if she had her own journey like the woman in the story. Now, it was a common knowledge that Mary-beth Gaskill was an absolute hopeless romantic. She loved the thought of those romantic moments she had read and adored when she get to see those romantic endeavors in real life.

The young woman always felt her heart leap when she get to see those romantic gestures and courtship. She can't explain it but Mary-beth just loved those. It was like a light in her own dark world. Something to look forward to despite her life being dangerous. After all, an outlaw life isn't the most well loved one.

The young woman let out a hum as she imagined herself as the woman in the story she was reading. The story was at first boring if Mary-beth had to be honest, but it was because the plot of the story seemed to be close to the same of some of her other books. Yet, it still captivated her. Especially how the love interest of the woman was introduced. The leading man as Mary-beth imagined to be handsome, very handsome with the way the woman in her book described. With how the man's eyes filled with determination and passion and how he acted to the woman in the story with such soft and tenderness despite him being someone of higher status than the woman who was merely a maidservant.

Mary-beth had to be honest, the man in the story reminded her of someone in camp. Someone who was dangerous and rather terrifying at times, yet he was also kind and had that tenderness she sees when he would talk to... her. That someone was named [Name] [Last name].

Mary-beth fancied him if the young woman had to be true to herself. He was a bit rough around the edges as he was an outlaw like herself, but he was more dangerous than her. Mary-beth merely pickpocket and lie. He on the other hand, had killed and slaughtered people. Of course they were either the law that were chasing them or O'Driscolls and other gang but he was still a man who can not be crossed with. But then again, Mary-beth saw more than what other's had missed. The young woman saw how [Name] adored animals, especially his horse who he always looked after and he enjoyed to play a harmonica and would play in occasions if he was requested to.

Mary-beth remembered the time when she first heard him play the harmonica. The moon was shining bright along the twinkling stars in the night sky. The young woman was off to go back to her shared tent with the other ladies since she had to walk away a bit to do her business when she had heard the soft sound of the harmonica as she passed by the campfire where the fire was still burning bright. Looking around, Mary-beth was surprised to see the new member of two months sitting underneath the stars on a stump of a tree. His back turned to her as the sound of the harmonica came from his direction. If Mary-beth remembered correctly, the tune he was playing was a song called "Oh My Darling, Clementine".

[Name] played well. He seemed to know the tune of the song and Mary-beth stood there with a soft smile on her lips as she saw him tap one of his feet on the ground along the tune he played. It was that night that Mary-beth saw the quiet and reserved outlaw express himself through the tune of the harmonica.

As the young woman softly hummed and got lost to her thoughts, Mary-beth failed to hear the sound of something approaching her until it was too late.

Something had grabbed Mary-beth's shoulder from behind. The young woman was surprised with a hint of fear swirled inside her as a loud shriek left her lips. Mary-beth felt the thing taking off whatever was on her shoulder as Mary-beth hastily stood up and turned around to face who had touched her. Her book getting thrown on the ground yet she did not care for she was afraid on who or what had grabbed her. Mary-beth was readying herself to confront who, only to see a very familiar man. Specifically, the man who she had unconsciously thought off.

"M... Mr. [Last name]!" Mary-beth had said in surprise. Her freckled cheek flushed with embarrassment as she saw the outlaw nodded his head at her. "You surprised me," she had said as her hand was placed on her chest, where her heart is as she felt her heart beat fast from the fright she just had. She was surprised, no doubt about it and [Name] noticed it.

"Ma'am," [Name] had said as he tipped his hat to her direction as a sign of politeness and greeting. "Apologies 'bout that but I have been callin your name for awhile now," he had said. Mary-beth felt her cheeks heat up with his words. Has she been in her head that long?

[Name] raised a brow when he saw Mary-beth looked away from him. "Really sorry again," he had apologized again. The outlaw look around and let out a quiet hum. The place he found Mary-beth was pleasant. [Name] look at Mary-beth again and saw something on the ground. Eyebrows furrowed as he realized what it is.

"Ah," [Name] had exhaled as he approached near the young woman and picked up the book she had unintentionally dropped on the ground when she had gotten scared. Raising to his height as he looked at Mary-beth in the eye.

"Sorry but you seem to dropped this," he said as he offered the book which Mary-beth let out a gasp and hurriedly took it from his hands. [Name] watched amused as he watched the young woman inspected the book closely, making sure it wasn't damage or so from being thrown to the ground. When Mary-beth had made sure the book had no damage whatsoever, she sent the man a look. Silently telling she did not appreciate the scare that cause her book to be thron on the ground.

"You seriously need to stop scaring a lady, Mr. [Last name]," Mary-beth pouted. "I would have not forgiven you if you had damage my book from it," she said. Mary-beth saw the outlaw crack a small smile at her.

"Well, the truly sorry again for the lady," he had said with amusement laced in his voice. His eyes, oh those [Eye color] eyes that Mary-beth swore she could only see in fiction or her silly imaginations were real. [Eye color] eyes that seen so much horror still has that unwavering spark in them that made the young woman's heart throb inside her chest. "But the lady should also have been alert in her surroundings. You never know when an animal will pounce on ya," he had said.

Mary-beth let out a laugh as she playfully slapped the outlaw on his arm. The outlaw send the young woman a small amused look that she happily returned with a large grin on her lips and glee evident in her face. "Oh?" Mary-beth had said. "Like you, Mr. [Last name]?" The young woman had teased as a chuckle left the man's lips as he shakes his head at her. Mary-beth beamed as she took pride on managing to crack up a chuckle from the man.

You see, [Name] [Last name] was still a reserved man. He preferred to be alone at times and the camp respect that with the occasional times of the resident Irish loud mouth Sean Macguire trying to get the outlaw out of his 'shell' as the Irish man had put it. Bothering the man until he gets threatened at most times. And both the Callander brothers who seemed to enjoy [Name]'s overall being, actually trying to get the man to spill more of his past that he seemed to avoid talking about and also just dragging the quiet and reserved man on jobs.

Yes, it had already been almost a year that [Name] had joined and some of the members of the Van Der Linde gang still don't know much of the [Hair color] haired outlaw. He seemed to avoid the subject of before Hosea and Dutch brought him in one day along with Arthur like a plague. The Van Der Linde gang still remembered [Name] looked absolutely skinny and malnourished when the three men had brought him in. Mary-beth remembered him almost falling off of Arthur's horse when they ride inside camp and was quickly carried into a tent to have him lay and rest in a cot as the man seemed to not point what was real and what was not at that moment.

Mary-beth only heard bits of pieces on what Dutch had announcement to them when Miss Grimshaw and Reverend Swanson tried to patch him up with the cuts and bruises littered on his [Skin color] skin as her mind was filled with worry to the poor [Hair color] haired man. Dutch had said that they had found the injured man locked up in a basement on a house they had robbed. It made Mary-beth's heart seek for the poor man who who knows how long he had been stucked in a dimly lit, rotting old basement and probably even was dehydrated and starving for days with how skinny and malnourished he looked when his body was carried pass by her.

"Ah, trust me ma'am," [Name]'s voice cut through Mary-beth's reminiscing of the past as she snapped her head to look at the direction of the man. The young woman's breathe hitched as she saw that rare sly grin the outlaw had sent to her. "I'm more of any dangerous animal here," he had chuckled as he had took off his jacket, leaving him in only the old blue dress shirt that seemed to have its colors fasing from age. The man then had placed his jacket on the grassy ground. The outlaw did not minding the young woman's eyes curiously looked on what he was doing as he then offered one of his hand to Mary-beth. "Ma'am," he had said as he sent the young woman who looked at him curiously with her eyes gleaming at him.

Mary-beth giggled at his words. The young woman clutched her book tight as she felt her heart fasten its beating when she took [Name]'s hand with her own that was not holding her book. The young woman noticed how gentle and tender the man's hold on her hand. It, again, reminded her on the man in the book that was gentle and soft to the woman in her book. The warmness of [Name]'s hand on her's made Mary-beth softly smiled when the man had guided her to sit on his jacket that he discarded and placed on the ground as he then took a sit beside her, not taking a space on the jacket he laid but on the grassy ground to have the young woman more space on the clothing.

"My, what a gentleman you are, Mr. [Last name]," Mary-beth had laughed as she sat comfortably. The young woman sent the man beside her a large grin as he raised a brow at her. "And here I thought you are a dangerous animal," she teased. The young woman's smile widen when she saw the corner of the outlaw's lips twitched upward, a smile threatening to make its way on his lips yet he turned away to avoid looking at her. The young woman still knew he was smiling though as she stared at him.

"Well, Miss Gaskill, I can be civilized at times," he had said as he turn to look at her again. Amusement gleamed in his [Eye color] eyes that the young woman noticed with how there proximity wasn't too far away. Again, those [Eye color] eyes that Mary-beth knew had seen so much pain and agony stoll had that burning spark in them. That burning spark that she find enchanting.

"It seems so," the young woman had softly laughed as she shakes her head while the man had a small smile yet it disappeared when she stopped shaking her head in amusement and looked at him again. Mary-beth saw [Name] let out a sigh as he turned to look at the large lake in front of them. The young woman looked at him for a moment and then following his lead. Again, the lake was still both beautiful and calming with the breeze passing by and disturbing the waters of the lake, creating small waves as the leaves of the trees and some flowers in the land dance along the wind. The sun having to be blocked a bit with the clouds that were passing by to shade the area.

There was a comfortable silence as Mary-beth turned her gaze on her lap where she had placed her book. Opening it again, she went back to the page she had thankfully still bookmarked and continued reading. Her losing to her book again as the outlaw beside her sent a quick look at her to see she was reading. He watched Mary-beth for a second or so as he felt himself crack a smile.

The [Hair color] haired man had to admit, Mary-beth looked beautiful. She always was. Through those first two months he didn't interact much with the other members of the Van Der Linde gang when he joined, he still noticed her. Mary-beth stood out like a sore spot for him. The outlaw saw the young woman beside him to be too pretty and rather too nice to be an outlaw when he had recovered and officially joined. Despite him not really interacting much with her in those few months, he had always noticed how she acted in the camp. Polite and kind. A rather obvious none outlaw attitude.

[Name] hummed as he remembered his first time officially interacting with her and not just say greeting and when passing by in camp. His very first conversation with her was when he had caught the young woman listening to him play with his harmonica that he had asked Arthur few days ago. The outlaw had noticed Mary-beth listening to him play for the past few nights but he did not have the courage to call her out on it. It was that one night that he finally mustered up the courage and looked at the direction of Mary-beth usually listening to him when he had finished playing and had called her out. It was rather awkward at first as the young woman seemed to stutter out a lot amd tried to explain herself when he just cut her off and asked her if she wanted to listen to more.

It was another night. Rest of the camp seemed to be asleep already aside from Bill who was grumbling in his station that was near the entrance if the camp that he was in guard duty that night while the [Hair color] haired outlaw sat at the log near the center campfire of the camp. It was late at night already with the night being dark yet the moon and stars shone brightly down while the embers of the fire from the campfire were the only source of light [Name] had besude the lamps in tents and wagons to aid anyone still awake in the nights. Taking out the harmonica out of his pocket, he let out a sigh as his ears picked up some footsteps behind him but then stopped. The [Hair color] man knew who those footsteps belonged too as he recognized ut was that same footsteps beling to someone in camp that had been listening to him for awhile now. Shaking his head, [Name] let out a sigh as he placed the harmonica on his lips and blew.

That night, the outlaw had choose to play a more somber and saddening tune of the song The Streets of Laredo on his harmonica. Lost in his own world as he played, a few feet away, a certain woman had peeked her head from the tree to see him play.

The young woman that stood a few feet away from him, away to not be easily seen (especially hiding behind a tree) yet not to far away to not hear the man was playing. Mary-beth couldn't help but hum a little bit with the tune the [Hair color] haired man who's back was facing her to be playing with his harmonica. Of course, Mary-beth knew what he was playing. It may have took a few seconds to familiarized herself with the tune but she still recognized the tune of The Streets of Laredo playing.

With quietly humming the underneath her breathe and closing her eyes. The young woman felt calmed. Yes, it was rather creepy on what she was currently doing. Stalking and hiding herself just to hear a man she barely talked to play a harmonica in the dark of night when she could have just asked to sit beside him in the campfire. It honestly made the young woman remember that thing in her book where a young prince was riding by an old castle with a large wall protecting it despite the wall was already old and covered in moss and vines when he had heard a beautiful voice overwall the wall.

Mary-beth remembered the prince in the book, curious who's voice he had heard that was so lovely had dismounted his horse and climb the old wall with the help of the vines that covered it. As he reached the top, he saw a beautiful maiden with hair as black as coal and skin as white as snow with lips as red as he color of rose. He listened to the maiden sang that lovely melody.

Looking at what she was doing now, the young woman bit back a smile to form on her lips as she also felt laughter bubbling up inside her, threatening to come out and blow away herself from her hiding place as she seemed to realized that she was the one doing the prince's role on listening while the beautiful maiden's who was singing role had fallen into the [Hair color] haired man who was playing his harmonica still in that somber yet alluring tune yet it was slowly getting quiet.

"I know you're there," [Name]'s voice cut through the air like a knife as had stopped playing his harmonica. He turned his head behind him and faced the direction on where he fully knew the young woman was hiding. Mary-beth snapping out of her thoughts and realizing she had been caught let out a quiet shriek leaving her lips as she went back to hide behind the tree. Her face flushed with red as she felt her heart beat quite fast in her chest. Trying to take deep breathes to calm herself down, Mary-beth poke her head a bit to see if the [Hair color] haired man was still looking at her direction. Her face flushed more in embarrassment as she saw that he was still looking at her direction.

"Um... g-good evenin!" Mary-beth stammered as she saw the man gave her an unimpressed look. His [Eye colo] eyes held no sort of emotion that she can see but if she was more closer, the young woman would have seen that small spark of amusement in those eyes of his.

"Evenin," [Name] had greeted back with a rause brow as he turned his body fully to face the young woman. "Now, why are you still awake Miss Gaskill?" The man had asked. Mary-beth let out a nervous giggle as she played with her hands behind the tree that she was still partially hiding.

"I... uh... th-this was not-- I was n-not-- uh... erm..." Mary-beth stammered out as she tried to explained herself. The young woman can feel her face already heating up more as she saw the [Hair color] haired man still looking at her. Mary-beth could not explain. She does not want to. This was already embarrassing enough and saying that she was stalking and listening to him play for awhile now? The young woman felt dread as she still embarrassed herself more of thinking uo ways to try and explain herself. "Um... I-I was... Mr. [Last name]! I-I did not mean... erm..."

The [Hair color] haired man seemed to have gotten either fed up or impatient with the young woman's flustered stuttering as he turned himself back to face at the burning fire of the campfire. Mary-beth bit her bottom lip as she saw what the man had done. Was he mad? He didn't had yelled at her for minding her own business nor question her on what she was doing hiding behind a tree. But still, it made the young woman fear what the outlaw think of her now.

Mary-beth stood behind that tree for awhile as she contemplated if she still would try to continue embarrass herself by trying to explain why she was awake in the middle of the night and hiding behind a tree to listen to him play or just go back to the other women that were sleeping in their tent to avoid embarrassing herself more. As the young woman contemplates, [Name] took a quick look behind him again as see that the young woman was still there. With a sigh and a click of his tongue, he decided to invite her to his side.

"Miss Gaskill?" The outlaw had called. Interrupting the young woman degrading herself in her thoughts as Mary-beth snapped her head at his direction and realized that the [Hair color] haired man had called her.

"Y-yes?" Mary-beth had said. Her voice raising an octave from her nervousness. Was he going to shout at her? Be angry at her for being this creepy woman that was stalking him behind a tree in the middle of the night? Does he think she was creepy or weird? What if he--

"Do you want to sit and listen to me play?" Mary-beth but her bottom lip as she had tried to hide her joy from his words. Frantically nodding her head to his question, the young woman saw [Name] raised his hand and gestured at her to come closer. "Well? What are you waitin for?" He had said as he turned his head back to look at the fire. Mary-beth let out a sigh of relief as she realized the [Hair color] haired man was not angry at her. The young woman finally stepped out from her hiding spot as she happily approached the outlaw that was sitting on a log. Taking her place beside him as she was close, the young woman smiled at him when [Name] had look at her way for a minute or so.

"Any request?" Mary-beth had heard the man beside her grunted as she saw him placed the harmonica on his lips, ready to play whatever she would asked. The young woman felt something inside her flutter as she heard his words. Thinking, the young woman smiled as she had finally decided a certain song for him to play.

"Oh my darling, Clementine... if you don't mind," she had said. Mary-beth did not miss the small smile that formed on [Name]'s lips as he heard her request. Nodding at her answer, he started to play the song the young woman had asked for him to play. Now, there was a reason why Mary-beth had asked specifically for "Oh My Darling, Clementine" for [Name] to play. It was the very first song she had heard him play with the harmonica many nights ago.

As [Name] played the tune of the song, oblivious to the young woman's thoughts nor the stare she still had at him, it was peaceful. As the tune of the harmonica [Name] played, after awhile he had heard the young woman beside him quietly hummed until Mary-beth had sang the song as he played on. With the young woman's sweet voice accompanied by the lovely tune of the man's playing of the harmonica, it was that night, the two felt close to each other with a single song.

The [Hair color] haired man snapped out of his thoughts as he felt pressure on his shoulder. The man had tensed for a bit until her calmed down and thought that it was perhaps Mary-beth's doing. Turning his head, [Name] saw the young woman beside him had placed her head on his shoulder. He was right, it was indeed Mary-beth. Looking at thr young woman, [Name] noticed small content smile on her lips as her eyes still on the book in her hands.

"I hope you don't mind, Mr. [Last name]," Mary-beth had softly said as she haf briefly sent a quick look at the man beside her. Mary-beth felt her face heat up a bit as she saw the [Hair color] haired man was looking at her. Looking down on her book, the young woman bit her bottom lip out of nervous as she waited for the man to shrug her head off of his shoulder or say anything to her. Yet nothing. Mary-beth only heard [Name] let out a hum at her words as he still looked at her.

The outlaw noticed a small flush in the young woman's freckled cheeks yet did not comment on her bold actions nor the color flushed on her face. Instead, the [Hair color] haired man let out a sigh as he then placed his head on Mary-beth's. Looking at the lake in front of them, [Name] couldn't help let his lips formed into a small content smile. The two stayed like that for awhile. Silent yet it was a calm and peaceful one. Content they were in that moment.

"Oh," [Name] had said as he sat up right. The young woman beside him was surprised a bit with his actions that she took her head off of his shoulder and turned to look at him. A confused and curious look plastered on Mary-beth's face as she saw the [Hair color] haired man shuffled a bit as he seemed to be patting his upper body down. Seemed to be finding something until [Name] let out a grumbled that Mary-beth had not caught.

"Are you alright?" Mary-beth softly asked as she saw the [Hair color] haired outlaw shoves his hand on the pocket of his trousers and seemed to let out a relieved sigh. [Name] had ignored the young woman's question in favor to take out whatever was inside his pocket which Mary-beth had to be honest, she was quite curious on what got the [Hair color] haired man to be that way.

"I almost forgot this," Mary-beth had heard [Name] gruffly had said as the young woman saw him pull out the thing in his pocket. "I thought you might like it," [Name] had said as he presented the thing to the young woman. A soft gasp left the young woman's lips as her eyes widen at what the [Hair color] haired man had pulled out. On his [Skin color] hand, there was a necklace. A beautiful golden chained necklace with a lovely pendant that was shaped like a heart. The young woman noticed a bright red ruby gemstone in the middle of the golden heart shaped pendant. It was beautiful. The necklace looked absolutely beautiful and Mary-beth felt her heart hammered as she gaped in awe at the jewelry.

"I-I... Mr. [Last name]..." Mary-beth had softly had called out as she tried to look at the man in the eye. The [Hair color] haired man awkwardly cleared his throat as he avoided eye contact at the young woman beside him. Mary-beth bit her bottom lip when she saw his actions. There was a red taint bloomed on her freckled cheeks when she saw how this gruffy, big, and scary outlaw shied away from her eyes.

"Oh, Mr. [Last name]," Mary-beth had softly had said as she placed her book on her lap as she then gently grabbed the outlaw's hands that was holding the jewelry to her. A soft and greatful smile on her lips as she saw her action had gained the man's attention to her. "Y... you shouldn't have..." Mary-beth had said.

"Yeah... well, a lady like you deserve somethin beautiful," the [Hair color] haired outlaw had truthfully stated as his eyes soften with how he saw Mary-beth looked in absolute awe at the necklace. "Turn around," he ordered as the young woman did as told. [Name] moved some of the young woman's brown locks away from her neck, careful not to touch her skin as he did. Mary-beth decided to help the man out, grabbing her hair and raising it a bit away from her neck, the [Hair color] haired outlaw took that chance to carefully slip the necklace onto Mary-beth's neck.

"I... it's beautiful, Mr. [Last name]," Mary-beth had breathed out when the man had finished tying the necklace on her neck. Letting her hair down as she stared at the jewelry, Mary-beth gently touched the pendant and smiled. Turning herself back to face the [Hair color] haired man who waited for her reaction, she sent him a large beaming smiled. Seeing her smile, the [Hair color] haired man nodded at her.

"How... how can I ever thank you?" Mary-beth had asked as she felt the [Hair color] haired man's hand squeezed her hand.

"Well... if you want..." [Name] had started as he looked at the young woman in the eye then turned to look at the lake. Taking his hands away from the young woman's hold which honestly seemes to disappointed Mary-beth with his action but still listened to his words. "I... uh..." Clearing his throat, [Name] sent a quick look at the young woman beside him.

"May I court you, Miss Gaskill?" The outlaw had asked. The young woman froze at his words as the [Hair color] haired man waited for her answer. Mary-beth couldn't believe it. Did... did she heard him right? Did she heard him ask for her permission to court her? As Mary-beth tried to process his words, the [Hair color] haired outlaw assumed the young woman's silence for the worse as he let out a sigh. Rising one of his hand and running it throught his [Hair color] hair, he let out another sigh again.

"You know what?" [Name] had said as he lowered his hand and instead formed both of his hands into a fist. Mary-beth's silence seemed to make him regret his decision to say thise words to her. To ask fo courting her. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head in regret and dismay. "Let's just forget thi--" [Name] didn't get to finish his words as he felt a huge force pushed him onto the ground as something wrapped around his neck while there was weight on his chest.

"Shit!" The [Hair color] haired man let out a hissed of pain from the rough landing on the ground as his back ached from the pain he felt while there was also some heaviness on his chest. Looking down, the outlaw let out a surprise noise when he saw and realized who had caused him to be pushed down the ground. "S-shit! Miss Gaskill?" [Name] asked, surprised at the young woman who's face buried on his chest yet her arms wrapped tighter on his neck. Hesitantly, the [Hair color] haired outlaw wrapped his arms around the young woman.

"Is... are you... okay?" The outlaw had softly ask. Rubbing the young woman's back in a type of way to ease whatever she was feeling. The [Hair color] haired man assumed she felt something in the lines of sadness or perhaps fear? [Name] don't know but he tried his best to console the young woman in his arms.

"Miss Gaski--"

"Yes."

The outlaw blinked. One... two... three... four...

"Pardon?" The [Hair color] haired outlaw dumbly asked as he looked down at the young woman who finally stopped hiding her face on his chest but instead looked up at him. [Name] noticed small tears on the corner of Mary-beth's eyes yet he was more focused on the large smile on her lips. She was beautiful.

"I said, yes," Mary-beth had said. "You may court me, Mr. [Last name]," she continued as she laughed when she saw the man looked like he was frozen for a second until a smile broke onto his lips.

"I... I can?" He had breathlessly asked. The [Hair color] haired outlaw seemed to be in disbelief and Mary-beth couldn't help but laugh at his expression. Did he thought she won't say yes? God, this man...

"Yes, you can, you silly man," Mary-beth had giggled as [Name] had sat up right and looked at her in the eye. Mary-beth saw those [Eye color] eyes of his filled with joy, and it made her more happy with it. "Now, how about you give a lady a romantic kiss for a start of your courting?" She had teased as she heard the man chuckle.

"I didn't think you would ask for a kiss on the start," the [Hair color] haired man had said as he unwrapped his arms off of her and instead had his hand placed on the young woman's waist. The outlaw was rather surprised on the young woman's bold words yet a smile on his lips when Mary-beth laughed at him. Shaking her head, Mary-beth placed herself more comfortable by sitting on the man's lap, her smile still on her lips as she faced him.

"I'm not," Mary-beth confessed with a grin. "But I'll let this one slide," she said as she felt the [Hair color] haired man's hands squeezed her waist a bit. "You better show me a good courting though, you silly man," she ended as she leaned close to the outlaw. Mary-beth's couldn't help but giggle when she heard [Name]'s chuckle leaving his lips.

"I will," [Name] had said as be saw the young woman leaned closer until their lips touched. It was a soft and quick kiss as Mary-beth immediately then parted with her freckled cheeks flushed a bright red hue. The [Hair color] haired man was no exception as he felt his face heat up from the young women's action yet a soft smile on his lips.

Mary-beth felt the [Hair color] haired man to place his head on the crook of her neck as he hold her close to him. "Come with me to town tomorrow?" The young woman had heard him muttered as she couldn't help but softly smile at his words. She always wanted to go to the town near their camp yet have not gone to for she was busy doing her chores that Miss Grimshaw had assigned to her and the others girls, not to mention no one will take her unless there is a reason for her to go into town since some of the men are very busy.

"I'd love too."

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red-dead-daydreams · 4 years

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henlo👉👈 I was thinking about what it would b like if a M!reader was really quiet but when he finally speaks he has like. the most asmr voice ever. like the smoothest baritone and the gang is just 👀👀👀👀👀 Mainly John and the girls because I'm a simp. anywho thank you and I hope you are well <3

Of course Anon! hope you enjoy! 💜

John/Abigail/Mary-Beth/Karen/Tilly/Molly/Susan/Sadie and Male Reader Headcanons: Listening to your soothing voice

John

John really enjoys your voice. He’s so surprised by it since he didn’t hear you before

After a hard day he’ll ask you to come into his tent so you two can just have a relaxing conversation

“Listening to you speak is just what I need y/n”

Abigail

Abigail would ask you to read to Jack at night after she hears you speak

She’ll hold Jack in her lap as you read. She’ll listen as well because she enjoys it just as much

After you read for awhile you’ll glance up and see that both of them have dozed off

Mary-Beth

Mary-Beth is so intrigued by your voice. She’s convinced you’re an angel

When she writes stories, she’ll run up to you and beg you to them to her

When you read to her, she’ll rest her head on your shoulder and listen

Karen

Karen is pretty loud, so you guys are complete opposite when it comes to your voices

She’ll always try to get you to shout because she’s interested in how you’ll sound

But she loves your voice nonetheless, it’s so relaxing to have you talk to her and the girls while they’re working

Tilly

Tilly enjoys your voice as well. You both have very gentle voices so it’s a great conversation to overhear

She likes listening to you by the campfire. Your soft voice and the crackling fire makes her doze off though

You’ll become one of her close friends honestly just because of how much she talks to you since she wants to hear you talk

Molly

Whenever Molly is stressed out about Dutch or just life in general, she’ll always ask for you to talk to her

Your gentle voice helps her calm down and she’s able to thing things out with you

“Thank you y/n, you and your voice is a true gift”

Susan

When Susan finally hears your voice, she’s so shocked

She’ll have you repeat a lot of things again because she doesn’t believe that someone naturally sounds so sweet

“Well don’t you just sound like an angel!”

Sadie

Sadie loves your voice so much. It reminds her of home in a way. Her husband use to speak to her gently as well

When she first goes to camp from Colter, she’ll only want to talk to you since she feels the most comfortable

You’ll never fail to help her dry her tears and feel safe for awhile

#red dead redemption headcanons #red dead redemption 2 headcanons #red dead redemption two headcanons #rdr headcanons #rdr2 headcanons #john marston #molly oshea #karen jones #tilly jackson #mary beth gaskill #susan grimshaw #sadie adler #abigail marston #abigail roberts #x male reader

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trelawney-dear · 3 years

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would anyone want to see a NSFW sub!m!reader x karen and mary-beth ??? i have a WIP right now but idk if anyone would be interested? (non penetrative)

#rdr2 #rdr2nsfw #rdr2writing #rdr2 x male reader #rdr2 x m!reader #mary beth gaskill #karen jones

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scarfacemarston · 6 years

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Arthur Slow Dancing with Reader

*Jack had just been successfully rescued from Angelo Bronte’s men. The gang was so relieved that they threw a party. Normally, Arthur would grab a beer, chat for a bit and then go to his tent for the night. Arthur is definitely a bit of an introvert in that he’s fine with social interaction, but it can be draining for him.

*Arthur was leaning against a tree observing the party. Sean was begging Karen for a dance. Miss Grimshaw was playing dominoes with Mr. Pearson. Tilly was dancing with Lenny with Mary-Beth cheering them on.

*Arthur was watching you laughing at something Uncle said when John elbowed him saying, “ You should ask them to dance, ya know. They’d love it.” John then walked away with a wink. Arthur scoffed. There’s no way he was going to take romantic advice from anyone, especially John fucking Marston.

*Then again, you did look exceedingly attractive tonight. You had put on a new dress/suit and had coiffed your hair with pomade. Earlier, Arthur thought he’d caught a whiff of a new scent as well. He scowled feeling conflicted. He wasn’t lucky in love. Just look at how things ended with Mary. At the same time, Marston may be a shit, but he didn’t think Marston would ever set him up.

*He gulped the rest of his drink and slowly approached the log you were sitting. Javier was playing the guitar and Bill was in the midst of an argument with Micah while Charles watched bored. Good. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him if he fucked this up. You looked at him and beamed. Arthur’s lip twitched into a quick smile. Damn it. Why do you have to make this so hard for me? He thought. No. He had survived multiple stab wounds, gunshots and torture sessions. Right now, he thought getting shot might be less painful.

* He cleared his throat. “Hey, Y/N. I was wonderingifyouwantedtodancewithme.” He said it so quickly it all came out one word. You squinted trying to process what he said. He quickly stuttered, “I mean you don’t have to. I ain’t going to make you. I was just joking. Bye”. with that, he turned to leave, blushing furiously. You grabbed his wrist and smiled sweetly. “Of course! I’d love to.” You had mercy on his soul and led him closer to the privacy the trees offered. You knew he wouldn’t want to dance in front of the others.

*Arthur was in two minds. Pure excitement and the hell did I get myself into? He glanced at you shyly, “I ain’t real good at this, you know. I kinda got two left feet, but I’ll be real careful, darlin’.” You just squeezed his hand and said, “I’m not worried. I’m sure you’re fine.”.

* He was taller than you and definitely wider. You could have kissed him and no one would have seen you. He stood there with your hand in his, he slowly put a hand on your waist. The two of you moved slowly to the strum of Javier’s guitar. He gave you a slow twirl and a small smile. He seemed less nervous, but still a bit reluctant.

*Javier then moved on to play a slower, more sweet song. That’s when you decided to close the gap and wrap your arms around Arthur’s middle. You started to sway slowly and looked up at Arthur. He let out a small laugh and wrapped his arms around you. You then laid your head on his chest hearing his poor heart racing. You thought he got past this. You laid a hand over his pec and shushed him. “It’s alright. I’m not going to attack you, Arthur”.

* He let out a laugh, “Yeah, I wondered if you could feel that. I’m sorry. You just stir up all sorts of feelings in me. I’ll be better.” You glanced up at him quirked an eyebrow. “It’s not about being better. You’re doing amazing. I just wanted to let you know that you can trust me. I know how difficult it is to open up to someone. To take a risk. But if your heart is going to be pumping like that, at least let me give it a good reason, too”.

*You then grabbed the back of his neck and gave him a gentle yet passionate kiss. You grinned placing your head back on his chest feeling his heart skip. Arthur let out a whistle.

“Yeah. That will do it.”. He then kissed you on the forehead and sighed contently.

* All the sudden, you heard a wolf whistle. The two of you whipped your heads around to see John Marston and Charles grinning wildly at you both. Charles gave him a nod of approval and a quiet, “Nice” while John said, “I told you this was a good idea!”.

* Arthur blushed and hissed “God damn it! You two get the hell out of here before I kick y’all across this camp!”.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr #rdr 2 #charles smith #john marston #javier escuella #jack marston #mary beth gaskill #tilly jackson #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan headcanons #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan imagines #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x gender neutral reader #scarfacemarston

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xmlmreaders · 6 years

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Requests Open

Request things!

Fandoms I can write(May change over time):

BTS (sort of, used to be in on what’s going on but I don’t know much about anything recent w them)

Haikyuu!!

Red Dead Redemption ll (am very willing to write this, love the game sm 🥺🥺)

God of War(2018)

If you have another fandom in mind, feel free to request anyway! I’ll see if I can get enough information to write something for you, and if I can’t, I’ll make sure to tell you! ^^

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papi-chulo-arthur · 6 years

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Heya! Can I get some platonic headcanons for Mary Beth and like a male best friend y'know?? Idk I'm bad at phrasing words but like they're just really comfortable with each other and love each other platonically. Others may think they're sweet with each other but nope! Just best friends,,, sorry if this is confusing

From the day you met the two of you have been inseparable

Once your chores are complete, you love to hang around camp together, leaning against each other’s backs as you read a book, eating your bowls of stew for dinner, or taking a horse ride out to get away from the prying eyes at camp

Mary-Beth loves to hear your stories about helping the other men with work – she finds it inspirational for her novels

Speaking of novels, you’re the only person allowed to read any rough drafts she has – This is what initially make people think you’re a couple and not just friends: Mary-Beth never shows anyone her stories

You’re one of the only people Mary Beth confides in. She’s a nice girl but generally people want to tell them about theirproblems and not listen to any she’s having, so she loves it when she can justrelax and talk to you about her life

You two love a party! You’ll jump at any chance to let loose and dance around the fire (of course this leads to people beingsuspicious of your friendship)

Mary-Beth will always stick up for you just like you will for her. You’re her best friend, she’s not afraid to go up againstanyone if she can defend your honour

Really, you just know everything about each other. It’s nice to know that in a life where certainty is rare, you havesomeone who cares and believes in you

#mary-beth gaskill #mary beth gaskill x reader #red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #male reader #thanks for requesting #papi-chulo-arthur

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allzelemonz · 1 year

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Reading: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader is referred to as ‘boy’ and the story portrays them as gay/mlm with mentions of legality in the time period Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Near sexual encounter Warnings: Micah Bell is his own warning, I mean it this time, making out, mild grinding, teasing Summary: Mary-Beth lends you a book you can relate to, but Micah ends up getting his hands on it.

You aren’t one to stray from your usual duties around camp. There’s already enough of that from Uncle and a few others. Between everything around camp and the regular jobs from Dutch, you don’t have a lot of free time. Mary-Beth seems to have made this her problem, scouring for a book that might make you skip a fishing trip or stop cutting wood for a few minutes.

“Just give it a chance.” She begs, holding the book out.

You sigh, putting down the sack you’d hauled across camp. “What makes you think I know how to read?”

“I’ve seen you read.” She says. “And I think I finally found one you’ll like.”

Your breathing is heavy from the labor. “I don’t like that romance stuff, Miss Gaskill.”

“I know, I know.” She grins. “But I got this one from the fence in town. It’s about two men who fall in love out in the Wild West.”

You chuckle. “I don’t need some book to remind me what I’m missing out on, Miss.”

“It’s good to imagine things, Mister.” She shoves the book into your arms. “Give it a chance.”

She scurries off before you can give it back to her, leaving you standing with it. If Mary-Beth is telling the truth about the contents of the book then it’s as illegal as the regular crimes you commit. Except this one doesn’t make you money. You look down at it. The cover is plain, not even a title on the spine. It’s black and unassuming, completely innocent at a glance. You flip it open, looking over the pages. The occasional word fixes in your mind as you skim over them, confirming Mary-Beth’s summary and damning the book as contraband.

You return to your tent and set the book with your things. There’s an itch in your brain that you think the book might scratch. You resist it and go fishing instead. Pearson is grateful for the fish you bring back and takes them with a smile. In the late night you can’t resist the itch any longer. You sit down on your bedroll and open the book, reading by the lantern light.

It’s not a bad book, not that you’ve had much opportunity to read since joining the gang. It’s been a long time since you’ve read a book, let alone a good one. The story is slow and the main character is fine, the love interest seems like a nice guy. They’re both far too nice to be the gunslingers they’re painted as. They hardly shoot anyone, they don’t rob much, they’re just on the run with no explanation why. It could be because they’re homosexuals, that’s reason enough, but the author describes them as badass gunslingers with dark pasts and portrays none of it. You close the book for a minute, sighing at the annoying inability to believe what’s happening on the pages.

Your only alternative for the night is to sleep like everyone else and you just aren’t tired enough. So you open the book again and continue. Chapters lead up to the moment when they get together, hats falling off as they embrace as if they don’t have the sense to take them off beforehand. Then there’s a scene that makes your face turn red. The two cowboys, the scandal that would make the owner of this book serve time in jail. Your heart beats a bit faster when you open the book again. You’ve known how you feel, that this is the sort of reality you want, but you’ve never seen it portrayed. Your eyes scan over the words, half reading and half imagining.

“What ya readin’ there, cowpoke?”

You close the book in a hurry, unable to act inconspicuous due to the scare Micah brought on. You were so consumed in it that you didn’t hear his footsteps or anything. The action was a mistake. Micah has a broad, wicked smile on his face as he takes a step forward.

“Oh, it’s interestin’ then.” He chuckles. “It’s gotta be with a reaction like that.”

“None of your business, Micah.”

“Come on, cowpoke. I ain’t one to judge.”

“Yes you are.” You say, standing with the book in hand and a full intention to throw it into the lake.

Micah side-steps in front of you with a chuckle. “Ah, ah, ah.”

“Move, Micah.”

He tilts his head. “Ain’t ya ever heard a’ sharin’?”

Your face heats a little as he steps forward. The position he’s caught you in is more than compromising and proximity to a man you find attractive is not helping.

“I’m not doing this with you, Micah.”

You try to push past him, but he wrestles the book from your hands and takes a few steps away until he’s out of reach. He laughs at your frustration, flipping the book open. He’s opened it towards the end, around where that scene is and you wait for him to read over it. There’s not much you can do without causing a fuss for the whole camp to hear.

He chuckles. “My, my, cowpoke.”

“Shut up, Micah.”

“Mighty unrealistic if ya ask me.” He presses the book closed and lets it drop to the ground. “I’m sure you and I could do better.”

You knit your eyebrows in thought, confused for a moment before you realize what he means. He snickers as he walks back into your tent, a hand untying the closing flaps so they fall down and enclose the space. You make no move to stop him, so he takes off his hat and sets it on your small table.

You take a shaky breath. “If you’re gonna do this Micah, hurry up.”

He chuckles, taking steps towards you until he can grab at your gunbelt and pull you in for a kiss. His lips are rough and his facial hair scratches your face, sensations that make you press into him and put your hands into his somewhat greasy hair. He smirks against your lips and slowly moves his hands to undo your belt, guiding it to drop beside you when he gets it.

His leg bends to press against you and he chuckles at the feeling of your hard dick. “All hot and bothered, are we?”

When you lean in to reconnect your lips, he steps away. He has a wicked grin on his face as he reaches for his hat and places it on his head. You smile to cope with your own naivete, of course Micah pulls something like this.

“I’m gonna kill you, you asshole.”

“Ah, ah, cowpoke.” He sighs. “Just ain’t the right time.”

“Fuck you, Micah.”

He chuckles. “Oh, I know ya want to. Cowpoke.”

He backs out, leaving the tent. You take heavy and shaky breaths as you try to comprehend what exactly happened. You rush out and grab the book, meeting eyes briefly with Micah as he sits by the fire sharpening his knife. He smirks, returning his focus to the knife and shaking his head. You take the book back to your tent and throw it to the side where your gun belt rests. You can’t decide if you want to burn it or give it back to Mary-Beth just for the sake of politeness. Either way, the damn book is too much trouble.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #micah bell #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #micah bell x reader #micah bell x male reader #x reader #x male reader

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scarfacemarston · 6 years

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hi hello! first of all i love your writing, in so glad i found your blog! I was wondering if you could write something, anything, where the reader and arthur end up racing on their horses for some reason? Maybe the reader wins and arthur gets all grumpy for the rest of the day so she has to let him win the next time? i don’t know i just thing horse racing with Morgan would be so fun

First of all, thank you so much for the kind words! That is so generous of you. :)

Second of all, this turned out longer than I expected and sorry for the wait!

You and Arthur had just performed a very successful heist, one of your most lucrative since you joined the gang several months ago. It was over seven hundred dollars worth of loot! Surely Miss Grimshaw and Dutch would be placated by the haul. You and Arthur were galloping your horses laughing maniacally, hooting and hollering. You couldn’t remember the last time your spirits had been this high!

“ I can’t believe it, Arthur! Who the hell carries this much money with them on a carriage?” you said laughing. Arthur smirked and growled,“A dumbass, that’s who,”.

You and Arthur had just reached a clearing only a mile from camp. You waved your hand for Arthur to stop his horse. He obliged your request and raised an eyebrow.

“I have an idea. How about we have a friendly race between us?” You exclaimed

“A friendly race, eh? Not so sure it will stay that way, but I’m game.” He said simply.

“Alright, how about we make this interesting. Loser has to buy the other a round of drinks at the saloon!” You said readying your reigns. Arthur nodded his approval.

“Great. On the count of three! One…two…three!” With that, you were off.

You gave your horse an encouraging pat on the neck as the scenery flew by. Tears had come to your eyes from the cool wind. You rode like your life depended on it - in the past it had! You ventured a look at Arthur who was only inches behind you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the look of concentration on Arthur’s face. He looked so cute the way his eyebrows furrowed and his lips were almost pouting.

The camp was in sight! You leaned over to your horse’s ear mumbling quiet words of encouragement,

“There we are, girl. We’re almost there! I’m sorry I pushed you so hard, but just a little more! You’ll get a juicy red apple out of this.” Your beautiful red roan let out a huff and pushed forward. You won the race!

Bill Williamson had watch-duty and shouted a startled, “Who’s there?”. He visibly relaxed as he saw you and Arthur come in to view. Arthur nodded a greeting at Bill. You dismount your horse and watched as Arthur did the same.

“Alright cowboy, I win. You owe me a round of drinks!” you said giggling. You gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. He gave you a rather tight smile and motioned for the loot.Oh yeah. You had almost forgotten about your haul in the excitement of the race.

“Payday, folks!” You yelled as the two of your placed your bags of loot next to the contribution box. Dutch sauntered towards you placing a hand on your shoulder and Arthur’s before bellowing,

“ Now that’s what I like to see! Look at this, everyone! This is the type of reward you get when you work hard. Learn that well. You all need to pull your weight like these fine gentlefolk. Thank you, Arthur and YN”. With that, he gave you claps on the shoulder and walked towards his tent.You turned to say something to Arthur, but he was gone. Your smile fell. What was wrong with him? He was fine laughing and joking with you before the race, was he that much of a sore loser? You didn’t think so, but maybe you were wrong. You shook your head. No, maybe he was just tired? It was a well-known fact that Arthur over-worked himself. You wandered towards the supplies wagon and found an apple to give your roan.She started to paw the ground excitedly as you drew near. Her ears twitched as she took the apple, slobbering happily. You gave her a hug before going to the women’s tent to change. Throughout the day, you kept yourself busy doing whatever needed to be done. Every time you tried to speak to Arthur, he coldly brushed past you without sparing you a glance. The first time you thought he didn’t hear you, but there was no mistaking it the other two times.

You wandered off to the right side of camp, there, Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen were sewing and darning clothes. You smiled in greeting as you grabbed a spare needle and thread and went to work.

“That was a pretty big haul, ya get there ____. Don’t know if it was as good as my bank robbery, though.” Karen said with a grin. You and Karen had a friendly competition as to who could bring in more money. Right now, Karen was winning, but you were doing your damndest to catch up.

“I don’t know Karen, I thought it was pretty good. I think I might have more than you know.” You said bluffing. Karen laughed calling your bluff.Tilly looked up from the sock she was working on,“You and Arthur looked like you had fun”. She said with a knowing smile. Mary-Beth hawed in agreement. You shrugged. The ladies always teased each other over who would get to Arthur first. It was all in good fun, but there was no doubt that you and Arthur had a special connection.

“I don’t know. Arthur doesn’t seem too happy with me, right now” you said sparing a glance at Arthur’s direction. He was sitting with Jack reading a story.

Mary-Beth put the shirt she was sewing down. “Now Y/N, you know Arthur’s crazy for you. We’ve all seen the way he looks at you. The way he sneaks little things to you. I’m sure things are fine.” You explained how Arthur was deliberately avoiding you.

Tilly let out a snort.“Girl, I’m telling you. He loves you. He just doesn’t know what to do with that it’s pissing him off. He’s as stubborn as an ass.” Karen muttered a quiet ‘damn right’ under her breath.

Mary-Beth nodded. “I agree with Tilly. Just give him a little time. Then try to talk to him.”

At dinner, you sat next to Abigail and Jack asking how their day went. Every once in a while, you caught Arthur glancing at you with an imperceptible look on his face. You heard John sigh dramatically.“Would you stop your brooding? It’s makin’ me lose my appetite,” he said with a slight scowl. Arthur drank the rest of his stew, places his bowl on the table and made his way to his tent.

“Well, that solves that problem, doesn’t it, John?” Javier said watching Arthur leave. Abigail rolled her eyes and gave you a pat on the knee. You finished your stew quietly as Jack finished telling you how many new words he learned today.

“That’s great, Jack. You’re learning so much. I’m proud of you. Keep it up,”. With that, you ruffled his hair and bid everyone a good night.

You then made your way to Arthur’s tent where he was furiously scribbling something in his journal. You cleared your throat quietly. You heard his pencil stop for a moment and then resume its pace. Tears started to well in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“Arthur, please. Please stop ignoring me, I can’t stand it. If you’re mad at me, please just tell me why so I can fix it.” You pleaded. Still nothing.“If it’s about the race, you don’t need to buy me a round of drinks. It doesn’t matter. It was just a stupid game.” You saw his shoulders tighten up.“If you want me to go, just say it. I’ll go as far as I can, but you have to look me in the eye and say it,”. You didn’t know whether you were begging him, challenging him, or both.

You heard him sigh. He slammed his journal shut and shoved it underneath his pillow. He ran a hand through his blonde locks before his eyes finally met yours.

“Let’s go for a ride.” was all he said. A ride? He clearly had lost his mind. It was nearing eight o clock now and it was getting very dark. You saddled up your horse with a quiet apology to her and followed him. Was he wanting to race you again? What if it was something more sinister? What if…

“Let’s go, YN” he called out, interrupting your thoughts. He took you about a mile or so away from camp, you following somewhat cautiously. If this was a race of some sort, you were going to let him win.

He halted his horse and jumped down before offering his hand. You took it unsure of what to think. You glanced up at him before you realized how truly exhausted he had looked. You all a sudden felt bad for hounding him, but it still didn’t give him the right to treat you like he did.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve been acting like an ass. I’ve been under a little pressure, but that’s not your problem. I have just been doing some thinking lately. Today just confirmed it. Watching you race me led to my thoughts racing and I realized that I think I’m in love with you.” He said whisper-quiet. You had to really strain to hear what he was saying.

You couldn’t believe it. Sure, he was flirty with you, but he came across that way to a lot of people.

“You…love me?” You stammered. “Yeah. Um, you don’t have to feel the same way. I was planning on just leaving you alone or something, but I can’t hide it anymore. Not really good at that anyway.” He said looking at you sadly. You grabbed his hand, relishing the feel of his large hand in yours.

“I think I feel the same way, Arthur Morgan. I just didn’t think there was any way you’d feel the same”. You said feeling your smile return. “Really? Damn. I really am a fool. Shoulda done this sooner, I guess.” he said with a small laugh. You agreed.

“Say, how about instead of you buying me drinks, we make this a date. A real one,” you said embracing him. He stiffened a little before returning the embrace.“A date - date? Oh man, I haven’t been on one of those in a long time.” He said thoughtfully.“Don’t worry, it doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Just us drinking, eating and having a good time,” you assured him.“Hmm. I like the sound of that.”

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