#what a nice fella ain't ya?

[blobee]

I offer this quick doodle and I shall run away again

Awwwwhhh

Gimme that little goober

Snatches

[al1fers-haven]

"OH DEER"

Alastor x Vox's wife!reader

Part 1 - Part 1.5 (You're here!)

You had been at the hotel for a couple weeks now, completely ignoring the news and any form of technology that Vox could find you on, even trying to steer clear from going outside, to begin with after a couple of times trying.

You had bonded a lot with the fellow members of the Hazbin hotel, you and Angel had bonded the most it seemed. Both having worked with the Vees and had romantic and sexual relations with them, it brought you together. Especially when it came to the harder nights the porn star seemed to have because of Valentino. "So...what's your deal?" Husk looked towards you as you looked down at the margarita he had made for you about 12 minutes ago. Attempting to figure out what exactly was going on and why you were here to begin with.

"What? Oh- nothin' much. Trying to wrap my head around this whole.." You waved your hand around in the air. "Redemption thing?" Husk nodded, grabbing his own bottle of whiskey and sighing. "What? You really believe in it?" You shook your head no, giggling a little bit. "No, I've met heaven. They won't let any soul go through anytime soon unless it is someone really important. You would think if souls could be redeemed I wouldn't be here, right?" Husk sensed the slight tension at the mention of heaven. A small smile on your face. "I uh...yeahh..." He let out a small noise and opened his bottle. "Well, why are you here? Alastor got you on a leash?" You sat up at that. Suddenly getting a lot livelier at the mention of the radio demon. "Oh! No, he would never! Uhm...i ran into him on the street, we had a nice talk. He's helping me hide from my ex-husband." Husk deadpanned, pointing his bottle at you. "What?" You lifted your glass up and chuckled a bit behind it, rolling your eyes. "I seem to get that answer a lot...I ran into him after me and my husband had gotten into a huge fight. Luckily enough he is one of the many people Vox can't touch! So here I am..!" You laughed nervously. Watching as Husk got more and more confused. "You were married to Vox? as in the overlord Vox?" You deadpanned, running a hand through your hair as your smile dropped. "Well he wasn't 'Vox, head of Voxtech' when I married him! We go way back to the living world." He slowly nodded. "Is he uh....treatin you well then?" Husk took a sip of his whiskey, leaning against the table. "Oh! He's been a complete sweetie to me! Making me snacks, even getting me some new clothes from Cannibal Town!" Your cheeks grew more and more colorful as you spoke about the overlord. Take a flustered sip from your drink. "You don't-" You took a loud sip from the drink. Your face continued to get red as he stared at you. "You do!?" "Listen, its just a small thing! It ain't going anywhere...Just...having a couple dinners with the fella.." Husk rubbed his face. A shameful look on your face. "What! He's the only guy who's actually treated me like a girl and not something to wife up! Can't blame a girl can ya?" Husk nodded. "Yes, yes I can blame you." "Really? Is it that bad for me to have a small thing for Mr. Strawberryhead?" Husk sighed, rolling his eyes with a mumble. "Well, it's not horrible? I mean, just fair warning he is a horrible person." You waved your hand, putting down your drink. "Eh, I've married worse. Believe me, vox was nothing more than an obsessive drunk who can't handle being told no. As long as he doesn't force me into anything I hate, then we are good! Or hit me." Husk stared at you baffled, a horrified expression on his face. "What? Is that bad!?" Husk nodded quickly. Grabbing your drink and refilling it. "Yes! That's- That is below the bare minimum Y/n! Cmon girl, you need to think about standards- Cmon, your standards are to not date a rapist or an abuser! That's- oh god angel has better standards." You slumped a bit. "Y/n, dear! I made some fruit salad, would you like some?" Alastors voice boomed throughout the bar room, making you perk up and look towards the fellow. "Coming Alastor!" You stood up, grabbing the margarita with a smile as you looked at Husk. "Uh..." He looked towards Alastor with a growl. "Thank you...Husk. I'll think more about what I want, how about that?" The cat demon nodded slowly, turning around and cleaning out a cup or two.

[doubleddenden]

BOY, I SAYS BOY, STAND UP STRAIGHT SON, STAND UP STRAIGHT! THAT AIN'T NO WAY TO TALK TO WOMEN, SON! YA GOT NO RIZZ! THATS CHARISMA, BOY! Pay attention when I'm speakin' to ya, son.

YOU CAIN'T START YAPPIN BOUT NO JAPANESE CARTOONS TO A WOMAN YOU JUST MET ON THE FIRST DATE, BOY! WHATS'A MATTER WITH YOU, SON!? YOU AIN'T EVEN ASK HOW HER DAY WAS! YOU DIDN'T SAY NUTHIN BOUT HER HELLO KITTY T-SHIRT, NOTHIN BOUT HER UWU BRACELET, YA STARTED TALKIN BOUT YOUR DANG OL WAIFUS, BOY! WHO, I SAYS WHO OPENS WITH THAT, SON?

WHAT'S THAT? YA NERVOUS? *slaps* GET IT TOGETHER, BOY! Stand up boy stop fallin over- YOU ARE A CATCH! Ya got nice hobbies, son. I SAYS, you got nice hobbies, I seen ya fancy marble collections and your drawings! Ain't nothing wrong with havin' hobbies! Ain't nothing wrong with watching cartoons neitha! But SON, SON! Ya gotta be- I SAYS SON, ya gotta be NORMAL about it, boy! Ease her into it, son! You can't push her into the deep end of the pool before you ask if she even knows how ta swim, boy! AT LEAST, I says AT LEAST ask her if she even WATCHES anime, boy!

Get a load a this fella. Tryna' get bitches while simpin' for Sakura Haruno. His corn ain't quite on the cob, is it?

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Headless Horseman

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers Poe: oh hi mary Poe: you're just in time Poe: washington irving's telling a story tonight Shelley: w Shelley: washington irving? Poe: yeah Poe: something wrong? Shelley: [blushing furiously] n-no

Washington Irving: [lighting pipe] ba ba ba ba boo Irving: hey old man good to see you Irving: hope you're all enjoying this little shindig Irving: now let the ol' groaner take a whirl with a story Irving: submitted for the approval of the midnight society Irving: i call this the tale of the headless horseman Irving: ba ba ba ba boo

Mary Shelley: hi irvine Irving: ahh it's ol' Mary Shelley Irving: nice to see ya, old man Shelley: did you Shelley: did you get my letter Irving: [lighting pipe] ba ba ba ba booo

Irving: ba ba ba ba boo Irving: let the ol' groaner give out a helping of that new american jive Irving: the legend of sleepy hollow to be exact, so make it mella, fella Shelley: hiiii irvine Irving: give me some space, son, you're bothering me Shelley: Shelley: o-ok

Lovecraft: w-what's wrong? ain't you gonna shiv him? Shelley: shut up howard Lovecraft: well it's just that usually when someone gives you the brush off Shelley: no one gave me the brush off Lovecraft: washington irving just- Shelley: [shivving lovecraft] NO ONE GAVE ME THE BRUSH OFF

King: what's with mary tonight? she's acting real strange Poe: oh she likes washington Shelley: s-shut up Shelley: shut up all of you Shelley: I'll shiv each and every one of you if you don't shut up! Poe: it's kind of cute King: oh yeah, young love

Washington Irving: clip clip and a clippetty clop Irving: he's out lookin' for a head to swap Irving: so don't try to figure out a plan Irving: you can't reason with a headless man! Shelley: god he's so fucking hot

[ktchie]

'WANKER'

Nbc!Ted Lasso x Reader

Smut and Angst

♡other tags!: Dickhead!Ted Lasso // p in v // breeding kink // degrading and praise kink //

♤3k words

◇ if bad man then why dimples? If toxic then why puppy eyes?

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"Why don't we get out of here hm?" What do ya say?" Ted leaned in close to you, eyes half lided and dark under the warm light.

"Cut to the chase of whatever this is and go to right to where we both wanted, how 'bout it sugar?"

You bit your lip, hot underneath his scorching gaze. You could feel it deep in your guts, the familiar coil of yearning and the burn of utter desperation.

"Yeah? And what do we want?" You took a sip on your bourbon and watched as he looked at you up and down, slowly, as if trying to show you on how much he wants you, how much he long to touch you.

"Dont play dumb with me, sweet girl" he answered, voice deep and addicting, a voice meant to be underneath tangled sheets. "You know what we want"

You released a shaky breath "And here I thought men enjoy dumb girls who would fall to their knees if they tell them"

"I ain't like other men, honey" he leaned into you, close, so close you could taste his breath. His arms stayed at the back of your chair, knees knocking into yours. You could see the spec of green on his eyes, count the lashes that flutter on his cheeks and mummble things you know he could only hear.

"Just want ya', smart mouth and filthy tounge 'n all. This ain't our first rodeo, sugar. I know what you're capable of, what you can do with that body of yours. Pretending to be a fool ain't a good look on ya, doll face"

His thumb grace your chin, titling your head so he could get a proper look into your eyes. He traced your bottom lip lightly, breath slow.

"You're a smart girl, yeah? You know I want you. Hell, I would have you right here 'n right now if ya just say the word, honey" he looked down on your bottom lip, parting it slowly with his thumb and groaning lightly when you let him pushed it further into your mouth.

"Good girl, look at ya' bein so good for me. Letting me play with your pretty mouth infront of all this people, ya like it don't ya? Getting off when I use ya"

You moaned into his thumb, cheeks hollowing as you sucked it harshly.

"There we go, show me how much ya want it. Pretty girl pretending you ain't fuckin' dripping for me, suckin' my thumb like a cock. You want it bad dont ya? Answer me"

"Yes" your voice are muffled but Ted nod at your words with a shaky breath.

"Good fuckin' girl" he pulled his thumb off, silencing your whine as he kissed you. Hot and messy and addicting, he pushed his tounge in, licking your mouth and tangling it with yours. Ted's hand gripped your hips, nails digging into your pants as he groaned and chase your breath. You threaded your fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp and arching your back when he pulled you further with a hand on your spine.

He pulled away with a string of saliva, eyes blown wide and half lidded. He licked his lips before he wiped your mouth with his thumb. "You're sweet as a sugar, doll face. Could kiss you forever and die a happy fella"

You smiled at him and Ted's eyes briefly soften before he pecked you once again - sweet and slow and filled with something dangerously close to adoration.

"Lets go back to my place, m'kay? Wanna fuck you nice and slow there, sweetheart" it still shock you how blunt he is with what he wants but you nodded your head nonetheless, clinging to him when he helped you stood up.

You watched your intertwined hands, heart clenching as he traced it with his thumb. You wonder if this is normal, feeling so strongly for a man you barely knew and had only fucked couple of times. You wonder if all the text messages Ted had sent you in a middle of the night meant something, that all his 'i miss you' and 'wish you were here' could actually be real and not only fueled by the lust he couldn't show. But you know it wasn't, that Ted only seeks you for selfish reasons, he would walk by you in the morning and wouldn't bat an eye on your direction but would call you in the middle of the night with labored breath and a tounge heavy with your name.

You hate it, more than anything. But you loath yourself even more for wanting to be with him, to embrace him, to kiss him on his cheeks, to hold his hand on a slow Sunday morning and mummble sweet nothingness on his ear. You had wanted to put a stop on this, to turn your back on him whenever he looked at you with those eyes but you feel yourself getting stuck whenever he even get close to you, as if one footstep of his alone could make you cave and submit and cower on the presence of his smile and fluttering eyes and it does, you know it does. But you wish you didn't and you'll hate it just for a second, maybe even an hour, you'll curse him in your head but you would moan his name on the night, you would clench your jaw whenever you see him but would open your mouth to kiss him. Its a cycle, an insanity you put yourself in over and over and over again, like playing tag of war on something that could not be budge. Its hopeless but some sick sick part of you can't help but hope anyway.

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"Fuck, honey" he groaned into your ear, cock hitting you deep. He held you close to him, face deep in your neck as he buried himself into you with a slow stroke that had your toes curling.

Ted whined and whimpers, pecking your skin and sucking marks on anything he can reach. The way he fucks you feels different tonight, more slower, more closer, more words in your ear that shouldn't be said by someone who would leave in the morning.

"F-feels good, darlin'" he moaned, pulling you close to him further. Knuckles turning white as he push it further on the wall behind your bed post. "Youre made for me, arent ya'?" He asked "just f'me"

"T-ted" you moaned, raising your hips to grind your soaking pussy onto his cock and whimpering when he suddenly pushed your hips down harshly on the mattress.

"Stay fuckin' still if ya don't want me to leave your cunt gaping, yeah?" He whispered into you, hot breath on your ear. "Ya dont want that do ya', pretty girl? Not gonna let your man leave without filling ya up, ain't that fuckin' right sweetpea?" He emphasized his filthy words with a practicular hard thrust that had you muffling a scream.

"See? Going crazy for my cock, pretty pretty girl getting fucked dumb. 'S okay, you're mine anyway right? You're my dumb girl, my pretty fuckin' girl" he clenched his jaw before his grip into your waist tighten. "My best girl, fuck-" he moaned, closing his eyes and pushing his face back into your throat.

"Mhmm!" You moaned, nails on his back and the other on his messy locks. You dig the heel of your feet on the back of his ass, pushing his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. "T-ted, please.." you begged for something you don't know as you feel your slick drip from your cunt.

"S-shit" he cursed, thumb reaching for your harden clit. "Wet as a fuckin' Virgin, dolly. This how I make ya' feel?" The bastard laugh lightly and you frowned with both pleasure and irritation as you hid your face on his hair.

"Christ, sugar. You can fill up the whole ocean with that cunt of yours" he pulled lightly to slap it with his four fingers, clicking his tounge when you yelped and tried to close your legs "Hold still, just wanna look at it"

You moaned and threw your head back as he slapped it again, pushing both of your thighs further apart to present your soaking cunt.

"You got the prettiest cunt I've ever seen, darlin'" he flick his thumb on your clit, thrust cruelly slow. "Perfect for my spunk, gonna have you drippin' all over the goddamn place tomorrow" he grinned, pulling his hip back slowly before pushing it back in with the same rhythm, chuckling when you whined as he hit your spot.

"Dont even bother to wear panties, honey bunch. Yer just gonna ruin it"

You whined and bit your lip, looking away in an effort to push the side of your face into the pillow. "O-oh fuck. S-so good"

"Yeah? 'S good isn't?" He leaned into your face, as if wanting to kiss you and yet pulling back when you reach for his lips. "Not like those dumbfucks you've been seein' hm?"

Your head might be foggy with pleasure but you didnt miss his words. "W-what? Shit, t-teddy!"

He gripped your hips tight, fingers wet with your slick. "You playin' dumb again, dolly? Ya dont think I dont see those sons of bitches you've been fuckin'?"

You frowned, biting your lip as your nails dig on his nape. You could feel his breath on your cheeks, panting lightly.

You heart hammered in your chest, both in adrenaline and anxiousness. The bigger part of you, the better part, knows that there's nothing wrong with you fucking other men, letting them take you on their flat and sneaking out once the sun creeped up on the sky. But the other part of you, the foolish one, the one that desperately hold onto the little things of affection and stolen glances of Ted thinks that you're doing a bad thing, a cruel thing.

"Wha-what is it to you?" You answered as you arch your back, fat cock drilling into you slowly, sensually, as if he wasn't cursing you with the same mouth he kiss you with. "We're-we're--fuck- we're not together"

Ted didn't say anything but his hand move into your waist, rough palm dancing on your skin. He gripped it tight and pulled away from you lightly, now hovering you - hazel eyes, dark with desire looked down on you. "Youre right, seems like I forgot" he chuckled fakely and you would have been scared if you didnt know the kind of man he is.

"This just a quick fuck ain't it? We both use eachother to get off then forget all about in the mornin'"

"Yeah" you answered breathlessly, closing your eyes as you savored the feeling of his dragging cock inside your cunt. "J-just a quick fuck, n-nothing more"

"Yeahhh.." Ted arch your hips with his hands on your waist and pulled you close to his cock, practically lifting half of your body to hold like a proper fuck toy. "Then ya don't mind if I use ya like a hole, dont ya sweetpea? No point being sweet when we ain't like that right?"

You clenched your jaw and though your heart ache and your tounge yearns for the word settling on the back of your mind, to curl the I love you's and I was wrong, you let your pride take in and the dry tears that you had fallen when Ted couldn't even give you a single acknowledgement or greeting even after all the times you have been together.

"Yeah" you nod your head and stared him defiantly. "Go ahead, 's the only thing I came here for anyway. N-not f'you"

Ted gritted his teeth and as fast as you can blink he was using you, moving you like he would with a toy, fast and relentless and with no warmth touch.

"Yer gonna take my cock like this tonight" he groaned in your ear "Gonna split you open and leave ya after, thats what ya want ain't it?" He gave a harsh thrust, almost knocking your head on the wall. "Want me to use ya like a whore, leave you open with my cum and tuck m-my wet dick back in and throw ya some cash huh?" His large hands, protruding veins gripped your throat lightly. "Fucking girl.." he growled and yet the grip on your throat didn't tighten, didn't even budge with his light hold, as if the words spitting out of his mouth were the complete opposite of his actions - except for the relentless thrust and filthy mouth. He held your neck gently, some part of you want him to do it roughly, to dig his nails on your skin until he marked you with pain and cruelty and bitterness until you could finally finally move on from him.

"S-shit, takin' me so f'kin well" he groaned, leaning away from you and pulling your torso close to his hips. Tightening your thighs on his waist as his hand went to your tummy. "Look at that, don't know why you even b-bother --fuck-- talkin' to those boys when ya know my cock is perfect f'ya"

You arched your back and moaned loudly, feeling his fat cock moving inside your cunt, touching the spot none of your previous one night stand could do.

The hand on your throat dissappear and went to your jaw, pinching your cheeks lightly "open your fucking mouth" he commanded, eyes hazy and dark and mouth agape with heavy breathing. "Open 'em"

You did with a whimpered and you watch as he spit on your mouth, grinning as he watched you swallow it. "Good fuckin' girl, taking what I give ya'" he lightly slap your cheeks before leaning in and taking your tounge on his mouth. His hands went into the back of your thigh and push it near you ear - folding you in half.

You groaned onto his mouth, tummy tingling from the pressure of his cock. "S-so deep, f-fuck teddy~!" You whined, almost crying.

He was so deep, and so so big. Cunt stretch out and weeping with slick, you can feel him kiss your womb, nudging the nerves that had you biting your lip and toes curling.

"Deep huh? My cock filling ya up well dont it, darlin?" He asked, mustache scratching your neck before he licked it slowly, hot and wet and so so fucking dirty.

"Perfect pussy takin' my fat cock so we-well, yeah.." he grind his hips into yours, pelvis wet from your slick. "Could fill ya up nice and easy like this, get you pregnant want that?"

"N-no!" You shook your head but your pussy say otherwise, it flutter and tighten on his cock and the image of you full of his cum makes you slightly feral.

"No?" He asked as if he was nothing but a clueless man, innocent from the filthy things of the world. "But ya would look beautiful with my kid inside ya'" his hand went to your tummy before he pressed it and you sobbed as he did so, the pressure too much and his cock too fat that its tearing you apart.

"Dont ya think so? F-fuck, gonna have you walking around drippin' today, fill ya up so good you'll be nothin' but my cum hole hm? S-shit dolly- thats what ya want anyway right? F'me to use ya? Yer gonna lay here and take my cock every fucking hour and yer gonna be full of my cum, let's see if ya don't get fuckin' pregnant"

You closed your eyes and moaned loudly, nodding with his words but your mind is hazy. All you want is him and his cum and his mouth on you. "Y-yes, please, please!"

Ted groaned as he looked at you then, gaze turning soft and almost yearning.As if a cold water had been dumped on him and had awoken him off from a deep slumber.

He looked away and burried his face into your neck, pecking your sweaty throat. An act so sweet it had your heart aching "please huh? Don't gotta beg, darlin' you know I'm only here for ya"

"T-ted!" You yelled, nails on his back and thighs trembling when he hit your spot harshly. His words only a passing sound on your ear.

"Shhh" he kissed your throat again, as if he wasn't just calling you names and threatening to get you full of his cum. "I got ya' sh-shit"

His rhtym started to decrease then, harsh thrust now slow, gentle again, as if he was your lover. But the weight and pleasure of his cock still the same, still tearing you apart, still spearing you in the inside. "G-gonna cum f'me?" He asked softly,whispering in your ear as he breathed heavily.

"Answer me, sweetheart" He only calls you sweetheart when a day is good and he wasn't pretending he doesn't know you, when he would smile at you sneakily and brush his fingers on your own.

Some part of you wonder how his whole mood had turn upside down but you know its because he was slightly guilty from the treatment he was giving you earlier. Calling you names and using you like you weren't someone he absolutely cherish. Ted may be a dickhead most days and a fucking fool everyday but he wanst someone that would treat you so disrespectfully, you're more than that' he thinks.

"Cum f'me, lovely" he whined in your ear. "Ya can do it, I know ya can"

You shut your eyes tightly and sobbed on his shoulder, the pressure too much and he's fucking you so so good your head is getting dizzy.

The coil on your stomach tighten and release in one single blink, you came with a groaned and bit on his neck. You gush on his cock and yet his pace didn't relent, only making you feel more sensitive and more overwhelm.

"So pretty" he mumbled and peck your forehead, moving the sweaty strand of your hair off your face.

"Prettiest fuckin' girl in the worl-shit, my fuckin girl" he groaned and thrusted inside you with a hard push. "Mine" he stated with a clenched jaw, cock throbbkng inside your wet cunt. "My fucking girl"

You nod your head in his words, your heart full with love and your mind too weak to even think about on why you shouldn't believe him and why you shouldn't be doing this. "Y-yours" you answered with tears on your eyes, pleasure taking over you body and slick dripping down your cunt.

"T-tell me you're mine" he demanded and you hid your face on his neck, the better version of yourself telling you to not say it, that even after today and the sweet words he was saying and the jealousy on his eyes earlier, it wouldn't change anything between you two that he would still ignore you on work and look past you when you smile at him, only seeks you out when he needed something he can pound on, needed someone he can pour his love to.

You're only an object to him for him to use and to dump when he's finished. You mean nothing to him and yet your tounge curled with

"I-im yours, Ted" you say softly as if your heart wasn't breaking. "J-just yours"

Ted came with a loud groaned, burrying deep inside you like he said he would. Mouth mumbling things you know he didn't mean and lips pressing cold kisses on your skin.

And when he leaned away from you and watch as his cum drip down slowly from your cunt, you promise yourself to never do this again. That no amount of warmth and soft kisses and tight embraced could make your heart ache worth it. That no matter how sweet his smile was or how beautiful his eyes are it wasn't as still important as your own feelings.

That his previous jealously meant nothing if he was only mentioning it when he was deep inside you, that he wasn't really possesive of you but instead to the place between your legs.

You didnt look at him when you stood by yourself and went to the bathroom, the loud defeaning slam of the door muffled his calls.

[candyredmusings]

Bioshock Splicer Starters

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Baby Jane

Get away from my face! Not on my face!"

"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Talentless?! BORING?!"

"You don't deserve this!"

"I'm a star, not you!"

"You're jealous, jealous!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"You did this to me! You!"

"I deserve it, you fuck!"

"Give me the part, you bastard!"

"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"

"He's standing in the wrong place!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"What's that? Is it him?!"

"I smell something nasty."

"Is that someone naughty?"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I heard that!"

"It hurts, it hurts…"

"Why did you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"Have it your way, you sleaze!"

"Well, that was good drama."

"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"

"That gets a girl's blood flowing."

"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"

"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"

"My god, there's so much blood!"

"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"

"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"

"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"

"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."

"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."

"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"

"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."

"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"

"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"

"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"

"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"

"You wanna play with me?"

"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"

"I can be nice if I want to…"

"Next time, work on your timing."

"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Just pretend, you imbecile!"

"You ruined me!"

"No one touches me! No one!"

"You won't touch me again!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

Breadwinner

"Get out of my territory!"

"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"

"I'm top dog, you shit!"

"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"

"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"

"You're a nobody! Nobody!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on. Gimme a break!"

"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"

 "I'm too busy for this shit."

"Waste of my goddamn time."

"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"

"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"

"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"

"What happened to this thing?"

"Ha, it's my lucky day!"

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"

"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"

"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"

"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."

"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"

"That's it? We're done?"

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"

"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."

"I earned this! Me!"

"You give it to me, you hear?"

"Just open your mouth."

"Ah, whose fault is this?"

"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"

[immajustvibehere]

Spark (7/8)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Chapter 7 summary: You and Arthur spend some time in Strawberry together. Your relationship develops. It's only when you get home that one incident after another seem to separate you.

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5400 words, 30 minutes reading time

You awoke to the twittering of birds, their song gently piercing through the silence the awakening nature. You felt stiff and cold as you turned on the hard forest floor. Your head had rested on the bedroll, but this had done nothing for your back, which ached in pain. As you sat up, a familiar weight slipped off your body. It was Arthur's jacket. He must have covered you with it at some point during the night, you hadn't noticed. The man itself crouched in front of a fire, tending to its flames with a stick.

"Morning", Arthur greeted as his gaze shifted from the fire to meet your eyes.

You responded with a grunt, stood up and handed him his jacket so you'd have your hands free for a satisfying stretch.

"Slept well?", you asked under the cracking of your joints.

"Well enough", Arthur shrugged.

You sat down again and watched as Arthur set up some coffee. All of this went without saying. It was a bit awkward how you eyed each other occasionally. It was a bit uncomfortable, as you didn't know where this conversation would turn and you really hoped it would stay light and happy, though there were so many grave things to discuss.

"How long do ya plan on layin' low?", Arthur asked after he handed you the cup of coffee. You didn't have any cutlery with you, so it seemed like you and Arthur would have to share that cup.

"Couple of days", you said, "four, maybe?"

"Ya think we should stick together for a while?", Arthur asked. He was hesitant to ask, still not entirely sure if you'd reject him eventually.

"If it suits you", you answered, a hint of relief evident in your voice. In truth, you had never planned it to be any other way. You wouldn't mind running around alone, but the circumstances were different now. Your stitches needed taking out, you had no spare clothes, food or money on you and your mind wasn't in the best place at the moment. You'd much rather Arthur stays by your side.

"Sure. We should go to a town, though. I ain't planning to sleep in the dirt for that long", Arthur complained.

"What do you mean? Getting old?", you teased.

"Wasn't my bones that woke up half the wild-life with them cracking", Arthur grinned.

"Fair enough...", you smiled and exhaled. The teasing felt comfortable, it's what you have known for the last weeks and in a way, you preferred that method of showing that you cared. It was easier. You didn't have to expose yourself too much.

"Strawberry shouldn't be too far", Arthur pondered.

"Sure, why not", you said. You handed the steaming coffee cup to Arthur and observed how he placed his lips where yours had been a minute ago. It had done a solid job of warming your chilled bones. "Why don't we rob a couple of fellas on the way? I'd use some money for clothes and a stay at the hotel”, you suggested.

"Ain't necessary, I got some money on me", Arthur dismissed your proposal.

"Ya telling me to rob you instead, or to just submissively accept you covering my expenses?", you asked.

"I'd prefer the latter option", Arthur said sarcastically.

"I don't plan to be in your debt, Morgan."

Arthur raised an eyebrow: "You might have saved my life earlier. This ain't about being in my debt, y/n. This is not usually how those things work, you know?" Arthur chuckled at the thought that you wouldn't accept his favours, despite...well, you weren't in a relationship yet, but he hoped it was heading in this direction.

"Fine then...Strawberry's half a day’s ride. Let's go then."

The weather was nice for a ride. The crisp air carried the lingering freshness of last night’s rain, while the sun tried its best to dry the damp grass and trees. The last wafts of mist disappeared, as the sun rose higher in the sky. You would have enjoyed the ride a lot, weren't it for the turmoil within your mind. The uncertainty of the situation overwhelmed you. On the one hand, you felt like you had to address the feelings you had for Arthur. You watched him ride, reins held casually in one hand, the other nonchalantly swaying by his side.  

On the other hand, there was Micah. He had planned something. You knew very well he was in Dutch's favour, and you also knew he is a man that was willing to do whatever it takes for survival and money. Somehow, you didn't want to tell Arthur. It might overcomplicate the matter, you weren't sure how things would turn out.

"You ain't tellin' me what's on your mind, am I right, darlin'?", Arthur disrupted your thinking. The pet name made you stiffen up a bit and you couldn’t help but feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

"It’s not that important…I’m just thinking", you lied.

"I understand", Arthur’s voice was laced with empathy and understanding, "Ain't gonna pressure you."

You smiled; you were glad about that. This was new, a partner by your side who didn’t pry.

"It's just difficult to trust you, Morgan. I'm riding unarmed, I feel like I’m damn naked", you admitted with a grin, cursing that your guns were back at camp. One of those guns being Arthur's older one. Remembering this, you cursed yourself, because you had started to cherish it a lot…it had become something of sentimental value to you, and its absence was keenly felt. You saw Arthur stirred in his saddle bags before he handed you a holster and a gun.

"You carrying a whole arsenal with you?", you quipped as you secured the holster around your waist and settled the gun within it.

"Damn right, but I expect this one back, you hear?", he said with a wry smile on his face.

-

Midday had past when you arrived Strawberry. Arthur handed you a couple dollars, insisting you use them to get some new clothes. You agreed that a big blood stain probably didn’t give the best first impression when you tried to go unnoticed. The general store didn't offer to much of a variety, but you found a blouse you were happy with. Your pants were fine. Arthur rode ahead to the Welcome Centre, arranging a bath and a room. Arthur had convinced you to take a bath, saying it would be more sanitary to take out the stitches after your skin around the area had been cleaned.

As you entered the hotel, the clerk warmly greeted you, informing that the water had been warmed up and was ready for your use. You headed straight for the bathroom. You had to admit that your last bath was some time ago, so it did feel good to immerse yourself in warm water. The remnants of the O’Driscoll’s blood that had managed to elude your previous wash in the creek only fuelled your desire to scrub every inch of your skin.

Drying yourself off and dressed in the clean blouse you had purchased earlier, you did feel very much renewed – especially after the long ride you’ve had.

When you entered the room that Arthur had arranged, your eyes fell upon him sitting on the edge of the bed, tending to his spurs.  

"Should we get the stitches out?", Arthur asked. His question hung in the air for a while and was accompanied by a sigh of resignation that escaped your lips.

"Yeah...sure,” you gave in and took a seat on the bed.

"Ya could do it yerself, ya know? Ain't that hard."

Yor uncertainty must have been evident when you glanced at Arthur. The pain of the night he had stitched you up came back. The white glaring agonizing pain that almost had you pass out and scream muffled cries into a cloth pressed between your teeth. The memory caused a shiver of unease to travel down your spine.

"I don't know...", you admitted.  

"Under the premise that you won’t accuse me of prudishness and making selfish advances, I can do it for you, if yer so kind as to lift yer shirt for me", Arthur grinned boyishly, reminding you of words you had said yesterday.

You sighed and lied down on the bed, exposing your stitched scar to Arthur. You closed your eyes, reading yourself for some pain.

"You really never had stitches, did ya?", Arthur’s voice cut through the silence.

Your answer was the release of a tense breath, before you felt Arthur's warm touch on your flesh, resting just above your hip. He took out some tweezers. Soon, you felt a slight tugging sensation that was done after five seconds. When Arthur turned away, you knew he was done. There was this cocky smile on his face when you looked at him.

"You son of a bitch!", you cursed as you sat up, your voice was laced with playful anger, "Why didn't you tell me it doesn't hurt?"

"Liked yer submissive face, 's all", Arthur said nonchalantly.

You stared at him in utter disbelief.

"I'll fucking skin you alive the moment I get the chance", you mumbled, your gaze suggesting an attack any moment.

Chuckling lightly, Arthur met your threat with a playful glimmer in his eyes: "Sure, I'd like to see ya try, Missy.”

You went into attack position.

"Will ya try to knock me off my feet?", Arthur asked, hands resting on his hip. Your stance suggested you’d tackle him any moment, he found it quite amusing.

"I won't try. I will do."

"What are we betting for? A kiss?", Arthur suggested.

"Your life, cowpoke."

By now, you couldn't contain the huge grin that had formed on your mouth. This sort of friendly banter had been going on for the last couple of weeks, though the mention of a kiss had introduced a new dynamic. Memories came up from last night and how you avoided him after he had kissed until you had sorted your thoughts. It wasn't that you lacked trust in Arthur specifically; rather, it was a matter of your own guarded nature, a reluctance to place your trust in anyone.

Despite your reservations, you did feel safe around him. You gave up your competitive stance and settled back down on the bed.  

"You'll have to earn that next kiss", you declared, a mix of playfulness and sincerity in those words. It was more in a manner of finally addressing the issue, than actually binding it to conditions. You weren't sure if Arthur understood that you were so hesitant, not because you lacked in desire for him, but from fear of disappointment.

"I'll do whatever you want me to, my lady", Arthur replied mockingly.

"How about some food?", you asked with a smile, "Here. That's the money I've left from my shopping tour earlier." You fished a couple dollars from your bag, but Arthur shook his head.

"Keep it, ya gonna need it sooner or later. I still got some money for dinner."

So, Arthur headed out for the general store and returned ten minutes later with enough dried meats and fruits to last you a week.

You lied down, staring at the ceiling. Now this was going to be awkward. You weren't that tired yet and Arthur also didn't seem too determined to head to bed just yet. But he still sat on his side of the bed and got his journal out.

"Ya don't mind me drawin', do ya?", Arthur asked politely and opened an empty page in the journal.

"No", you answered honestly and sat up too, "can I watch?"

"Sure", Arthur said, "'s there something specific you want me to draw?"

"Remember that waterfall we passed on the ride?"

"You mean Cumberland Falls?"

"Mhm", you nodded.

"'course", and in barely a minute Arthur had outlined the most important features of the landscape. You couldn't have recalled the scenery any better, you had not the slightest doubt that every tree was placed correctly.

Arthur took his time with the drawing because he noticed, as time went by, that your body started to slump against his. Just as he had added all the shadows he had wanted to, he heard your heavy, steady breathings. The subtle scent that enveloped you was intoxicating, and the softness of your features in the warm glow of the oil lamp fascinated him. Your features looked so peaceful and inviting, Arthur wanted to bury his head in your arms. But he resisted the urge in order not to disturb your sleep.

Slowly, he draped an arm around your shoulder, pressing you gently against him as heshifted your position from sitting to a more comfortable lying position. He halted, his heart pounding when you opened your eyes. 'Please don't flinch away, please don't reject me' he thought. But you didn't, you smiled slightly and snuggled up to him. It was at this very moment, that Arthur had felt an amount of hope he had never felt before. It was a profound sense of possibility that he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

-

The second day had passed in Strawberry with the soon soon to be disappearing behind the mountains. As the day before, you sat on the bed and Arthur opened his journal. You watched as his pencil wrote words that you couldn’t read. The least you could do it appreciate how handsome his handwriting looked.

"Y/N woke me early today. I thought lying low meant a break from the work and chores - but no. She wants to gather some money so she can say she followed a lead and not saved me from the O'Driscolls. We went fishing and hunting. I shot a cougar, pelt was real fine. Also some birds for feathers. The post clerk gave us a hint for a stage we can rob tomorrow."

You noticed when Arthur had finished the text, as his pencil wasn’t moving on the paper anymore and the last line he had set looked very final. You sat up a little in anticipation of a drawing: “What are you going to draw?”

“Maybe the cougar?”

You didn’t need to reply, Arthur had already started with the outline of the animal.

-

"Third Day of lying low in Strawberry.

We was told the stage coach is best robbed quietly. Of course, y/n wanted to just start shooting. I convinced her to use dynamite. We were done with the guards quickly and the take was ok. I also remembered a fella telling me about Watson's house. We robbed the old hag blind. She had a shotgun stored away, I offered it to y/n but apparently it’s “too uncivilized and not her style”."

“It’s rude to stare”, Arthur remarked and shot you a glance as you were sitting on the chair in the corner, “Come here.” Arthur patted the bed next to him.

“No. Stop telling me what I should do”, you said. Your tone was annoyed but Arthur knew that you didn’t mean to offend. You had been a little pissed earlier when you had a disagreement on how to rob the stagecoach, but this was different. He knew you were teasing as a way of punishing him for interrupting your thoughts.

“I know you want to come here. I’m gonna start drawing without you”, Arthur carefully arranged the pillow so you could sit next to him.

He was right. And you weren’t sure if you liked that or if you wanted to grant him this little win. You supressed a smile: “I hate you.”

“Yer doing an awful job of showing it, so I doubt it”, Arthur chuckled.

You sighed and stood up to walk over to the bed: “I did at first. But it’s harder to hate you if all I thought was despicable about you…turns out I don’t despise it so much.”

“It’s what Micah told you about me before we even met, got that right?”, Arthur said, content to see you settled next to him. He started a sketch of the view you had on the ridge when you waited for the stagecoach.

You nodded and rested your head against Arthur’s arm: “You did exceed my expectations.”

“The bar couldn’t have been too high if you believed everything Micah’s told ya”, Arthur said. He handed you the tobacco and paper and let you roll a cigarette while he sketched on. When you struck a match and a little spark flew on Arthur’s journal, he brushed it away without a care, not saying a word of or cursing you for being inattentive.

-

The deafening roar of thunder roused you from your slumber and startled you awake in the early hours of the morning. As you slowly gained consciousness, you wondered how the torrential downpour outside hadn’t stirred you earlier. The raindrops were big and heavy and pounded merciless upon the rooftop and the window glass.

You crawled out of bed and made your way to the window. Despite the darkness with heavy clouds covering moon and starts, you could still make out the gushes of water that were coming down the skies.

"Good thing you suggested stabling the horses", you mumbled, your words almost swallowed by the overwhelming noise.

Arthur grumbled and turned in bed, he was barely awake: "Ya coming back to bed?"

His voice was drowsy. The cold air was getting to you quickly, and you regretted leaving the warmth of the bed in first place. Turning around, you gazed upon Arthur’s form, dimly illuminated by the soft glow of the flickering oil lamp at the room’s corner.

In that moment, it struck you. This was the first time you truly realised that you shared a room - a bed with a man who you had come to trust. You liked him a lot. And despite having more than one opportunity, spending pretty much every waking hour with you the last three days, he hadn't tried to make a move. He was being very respectful, only ever putting his arm around you when the opportunity was right, but never ever pushing for more proximity. It was a level of consideration and restraint that surprised and touched you deeply. Probably because you weren’t used to it.

"Y/N it's getting cold...", Arthur mumbled, referring to the empty spot in the bed next to him. As you approached bed again, Arthur shifted to the spot you had vacated, a cold patch of linen that he now warmed with his body. Half aspleep, he pulled back the blanket, inviting you to take his still-warm place beside him.

Without saying something, and probably barely registering what he was even doing, Arthur tugged you in and then spooned you, his head conveniently finding the curve of your neck. Your heart rate picked up; you hadn't been so close before.

It was a weird sensation to have someone breath hot air down your neck, his arm was snaked around you, leaving you no room for escape. However, the coldness you had felt out of bed soon was gone, replaced by the warmness that radiated from Arthur’s body. It calmed you down. You got used to the sensation of his breath on your neck. Gradually, you grew accustomed to the sensation of his breath against your neck. Heck, you even started to like it. You tried to synchronize your own breaths with his. Soon, with Arthur’s warmth and steady breathing, sleep reclaimed you.

The white noise of rain falling was still present when you opened your eyes again some hours later. You had turned onto your back; Arthur wasn't spooning you anymore. When you turned your face to his, his eyes tiredly blinked back to you. You wanted to sit up, but Arthur quickly caught your arm and held it: "You ain't dragging me out of bed so early today."

You looked out of the window. The sky had turned grey, and the rain was still falling.

"Wasn't planning to...", you mumbled.

After what felt like an eternity of lying still and counting the boards on the ceiling, you turned your face to Arthur. He was lying on his side, turned towards you. His eyes fluttered open as if he had felt your gaze on him. He watched you as you shuffled closer ever so slightly. You weren't even sure what was it that pulled you closer to him, but with your heart pounding relentlessly, you finally closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips met tenderly for a very slow and drowsy kiss. Arthur savoured every second of it.

Unconsciously, his hands wandered up to your face and he halted only a moment before he would have cupped your cheek. He wasn't sure if you'd want that. But he did feel a bit awkward when the kiss ended, and his hand lingered in the air over you in an unaddressed manner. Your cheeks were clearly flushed, and Arthur's eyes showed hope and surprise.

"Your beard needs a trim", you commented sheepishly.

"Yes ma'am", Arthur replied, a smile forming on his lips. This time, he was the one who closed the distance, finding the courage to place his hand on your cheek, cupping it gently. The second kiss was longer and more passionate. You had no intention of backing out. It felt like having your first kiss all over again, with the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

It was over sooner than you hoped, but Arthur went on to pepper your cheeks and neck with little kisses, his beard tickling quite a bit in the process. Then he stopped and simply lied down in his initial position, next to you on his back. Though your hand found his and held it loosely, just to ensure some touch between you.

"Sorry I wasn't ready sooner", you said.

"What are ya even talking about?", quipped Arthur.

"Just...making you wait and all tha-"

"You didn't make me wait", he quickly established, "Who said that I was ready? I wasn't ready either. Hell, I don't even know if I was ready now because my brain feels like it has been smashed on a wall. And I have you to blame you for that!"

"You do know how to make a lady feel special", you chuckled.

"Sure", Arthur snorted, "keep tellin' yaself that if that means I get to kiss ya again."

You grinned sheepishly, sat up and leaned over Arthur to give him another kiss. It just felt so safe to do it. The way he still held your hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb. He was entirely at your mercy, his blue eyes scanning your face the moment you moved away, pleading for another kiss which you readily granted.

"We won't ride back to camp today, huh", you said after a while, watching the rain.

"No, no use for that. We'll just drown in mud."

When you got out of bed, Arthur hurried to get his pants on, leaving you to guess what that haste was all about. The welcoming centre, as it so happened, was filled with a bunch of people. Your room neighbour and two other men who had found refuge from the storm here at night. Breakfast was shared and someone had brought a deck of cards. You and Arthur mingled with the group, playing Poker and Blackjack pretty much the entire day. Sometime after lunch it had stopped raining. Before evening, the sun was coming out from behind the clouds.

It was later decided that you'd head back to camp right now, traveling through the night and probably arrive early in the morning. There'd almost be a day between you and Arthur coming back, as not to raise suspicion that you spent the time together. You walked to the stables together, boots covered in wet soil when you said:

"At camp...you know that we can't..."

Arthur sighed and lit himself a cigarette: "I know. Micah's the problem, isn't he?"

"He'd kill us both if he found out", you mumbled, a hundred percent believing the words you had just said.

"Would rid the world of some filth for sure", Arthur joked and earned an arm slap.

"Didn't mean you, darlin'. Yer an angle", he teased.

He then watched you saddle your horse. You checked if you've got the money. Hunting, robbing and gambling had brought you a take of almost 200 dollars, enough to count as a solid lead and to excuse your long absence.

"See ya tomorrow", you said.

"Don't get yourself killed on the ride back."

"Mhm", you grinned, "You neither. Without me protecting you."

Arthur had the most beautiful smile, you realised. He had grinned and shook his head as response to your answer. It made you unbelievably happy. And then you rode off.

-

When you rode up to Clemen’s point, it was Charles on guard duty. You acknowledged this with relief, because out of everybody, he'd not be someone to plague you with questions.

"Y/n, we worried about you", he said, his voice laced with true compassion.

"Yeah...I'm fine", you smiled awkwardly.

"Where've you been?", he asked so innocently, a question stemming from pure curiosity.

"Ehrm...out and about. Hard to explain, really..."

"When's Arthur coming?"

"What?"

"Arthur. He was with you, wasn't he?", Charles asked. The innocence seemed to be replaced by an air of knowledge. He knew, somehow, he knew. You were aware that he was a great observer...but this good?

"I...don't know", you lied. But seeing Charles' raised eyebrows, you sighed in defeat: "He'll be back by tomorrow morning."

Charles nodded in acknowledgement.

"Guess I figured out why you had a change of heart", he said with a smile. It was a subtle hint towards your changing attitude at camp.

"Mr. Smith", you grumbled warningly.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But you should come up with a proper excuse, because Miss Grimshaw is furious you disappeared."

Turns out that not even 200 dollars could get you out of a scolding. You had to hear all of it. Sneaking away, disregarding your healing process, not being present to support the gang. Anyone who walked by or overhead your scolding was quite sympathetic. Even Dutch patted you on the shoulder when he walked you over to the donating box and watched you put the money inside.

To make up for your days away, you were put to work immediately. You had to help manage the horses and soon were sent off to a mission with Micah. It’s safe to say that when Arthur arrived at camp in the afternoon, you were exhausted from a night without sleep and a day full of work. It left no time to catch up with Arthur or asking him about his travels. You overslept the next morning, missing the little window which you usually shared with him, talking about your day and drinking coffee.

You weren’t sure how you had imagined it, but there was barely a minute in which you and Arthur were alone. And then, suddenly, events started to happen one after another. You went to town with the boys, found it deserted and one minute later you had the brains from the Irish boy all over your face. You had barely returned and helped to bury his still warm body, when the message spread that Jack had been taken by some Braithwaites.

When more guns were needed to get the boy back, you offered yourself willingly, fuelled by rage. You loved Jack. You had played with him so often that the thought of him gone was sickening. You understood Abigail’s fears and yet you tried to be somewhat restrained, because Micah was there and he’d certainly frown at your behaviour. But there was no Micah at the manor, so when you still kicked in doors after the place had caught fire, Arthur was suddenly by your side, urging you to leave the house.

“We sure he ain’t here?!”, you said, still ripping open closets.

“Yes. Come on, y/n”, Arthur put a hand on your shoulder and guided you out. Maybe, if he hadn’t been there to collect you, you would have been buried in the rubbles of this place with the wretched mother.

Then you moved to Shady Belle.

Jack was back with you within a week. You helped Grimshaw and Arthur to get Tilly back and stabbed the Foreman when Arthur didn’t deem it necessary.

“Tilly wanted him to tell his stupid gang-“

“His corpse will tell enough”, you answered.

Then Arthur was busy with the mayor, with robbing a boat, and finally, Shady Bell was attacked by the O’Driscolls. You watched in awe as Sadie butchered more O’Driscolls than you managed to get in front of your guns.

The only time you and Arthur had some time alone away from camp is when he had you tag along to help the Indians.

It was a young man named Eagle Flies who greeted you on a hill with a nice view on the oil factory. “You came”, he stated.

“’course I came. Said I would”, Arthur mentioned as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You took a friend with you, I see?”, Eagle Flies looked at you a bit sceptically.

“She’s back-up”, Arthur explained.

“Hope we won’t need that”, Eagle Flies commented before he explained to Arthur what he needed to steal.

You were left behind with the native as Arthur hid in the back of the waggon to sneak into the place. You didn’t say much, only listened to a couple of words he told you about the situation he and his people was in. Barely half an hour later, Arthur was back with the papers he was told to steal.  

-

You hurried up to Arthur’s room, using it as an opportunity that Micah wasn’t at camp and everybody else was busy with planning the details of the heist. You intently knocked on the door.

“Yes”, Arthur replied. He knew that it wasn’t Marston or Miss Grimshaw, because they never had bothered to knock. But when he saw you come in and swiftly closing the door behind you, his shoulders relaxed and his lips curled into a smile. “Y/N”, he breathed, relieved to see you and happy that this meant you had a moment together, alone.

“Hey”, you replied briefly, “Are you okay, Arthur? Are you sure about this bank heist?”

Your uncertainty irritated Arthur, but he’d try to reassure you that they had a plan. You had been assigned to stay at camp and to take care of the rest of the people, in case anything went wrong.

“It’s Hosea’s planning and I trust him when it comes to things like that”, Arthur said.

“I have robbed my fair share of city banks, and it always ends with half of my partners dead or captured”, you said, your shoulders slouching. You hadn’t been able to think about anything else since the idea had first come up.

“It’s risky, sure. But I think we are prepared”, Arthur nodded and looked at you. Arthur felt how uneasy you were though it had been some time since you last had intimate contact, Arthur gently pulled you into a hug. You wouldn’t have admitted it if he’d asked, but you had needed this. Carefully, you nestled your head against his chest and felt his hands roam your back, caressing it.

“If this works…we’ll soon get some more time for ourselves. Thing’s have been happening so fast the last weeks…”, Arthur murmured. It didn’t go unnoticed how you pressed Arthur tightly in your arms, your fingers dug through the clothes and into his flesh. There was this sense of fear in you, and despite his reassuring words, you couldn’t quite shake it. You had to push yourself away and stand on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

“What was that for? Good luck for tomorrow?”

“That was for me”, you answered cheekily, a smile appearing on your lips.

-

Despite preparations, despite it being Hosea’s plan and not Dutch’s…it went wrong. Arthur didn’t dwell on it for long, he was occupied with surviving and getting off the damn island. He had lost a sense of awareness of how long they had been gone, and was eager to rejoin the gang, yearning to see your face again. He hadn’t thought about it…no he hadn’t even considered it that you might not be there. His gaze scanned the crammed room and he only mumbled your name out of fear of finding out something has happened.

It was Miss Grimshaw who spoke up: “Miss y/l/n left. Shortly after Molly, a couple of days ago.”

Arthur didn’t believe it. Only after he caught Charles’ eyes which seemed to confirm it.

“A rat fleeing a sinking ship…”, Micah commented through gritted teeth, “Should never have introduced her…”

Dutch was about to express his disapproval, when the Pinkertons arrived.

-x-x-x-x-x-x

Phew, sorry if it's a bit messy. Had to cover a lot of ground to make it end on a cliff hanger =)

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LAST CHAPTER

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Matt Taven x Reader●

Summary: You are taking care of Roddy when Adam and The Kingdom come to visit him.

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*Y/N's POV* *everything is being recorded for AEW Dynamite*

In the kitchen making some tea for Roddy, there is a knock at the door.

"You got it Y/N?"

"Well you ain't gonna get it."

We laugh and I walk over to the door opening it.

"Y/N!"

Adam walks in the door and hugs me. I hug him back and walk him to the living room where Roddy is.

"ADAM!"

Me and Adam jump at Roddy yelling. I shake my head and go back into the kitchen. Adam sits down with Roddy talking about some idea he has. There is another knock at the door.

"I got it boys!"

I walk over to the door and open it.

"Y/N! What's up lady?"

"Hi hun!"

"Hey boys. Roddy is in the living room. Want some tea?"

"Yes please!"

I walk back into the kitchen hearing the teapot starting to scream. They walk into the living room and start doing their promos for the camera. I grab some cups and put tea bags in them. I pour the water into them and mix the tea bags up a little. I grab the cups and walk over to the guys.

"Here ya go Roddy. Here guys."

I hand him his first than I give the other guys their cups. They all smile at me as I walk back to the kitchen to clean up. They continue talking, trying to get the most out of the video for tonight. Adam gets up, comes out to the kitchen and starts making some sandwiches for everyone. I grab him some paper plates and set them on the counter.

"Thank you."

I shake my head and continue cleaning the kitchen up. He walks over giving Matt, Mike and Roddy a sandwich than plays on his scooter. I turn around leaning on the counter looking at them.

"What do you think? As good as they used to....."

Roddy spits the sandwich back out on the plate than looks at Adam.

"Adam, you know I hate crust! All you had to do was cut off...."

"You know what? Stop! Stop. I have done everything...... everything I possibly can to help you. I have not talked to Max for weeks, practically.... and dammit, I need to get surgery. I'm done with this. I'm done!"

Adam rolls over to the door on his scooter as Roddy yells at him.

"Adam! Adam! Adam!"

Adam opens the door, walks out and slams the door behind him. I walk over to the couch, leaning on the back with my face next to Matt's.

"Fellas.... I know what I'm gonna have to do to get my best friend back."

Matt shrugs, I look at him and Mike turns to look at him.

"What?"

Roddy looks at the camera than back at us.

"I'm gonna have to be nice.... to that scumbag."

We all sigh and groan hearing Roddy say that. Mike leans forward and turns the camera off. I look down seeing Matt staring up at me. I smile at him than look at Roddy.

"Want me to make you a new sandwich?"

"Would you please?"

He hands me the plate with the sandwich he spit out, I grab it and walk to the kitchen. I throw it away than grab a new plate. I grab all the ingredients to make a new sandwich. I start making it when I feel a presence next to me. I look to my left seeing Matt standing next to me.

"Would you like another one too?"

"Yes please."

I smile looking up at him. He looks down at me slightly smiling as well. I blush a little and continue making Roddy's sandwich. Matt slowly starts putting his hands on my sides than wraps them around my waist putting his head on my shoulder. I giggle finishing Roddy's sandwich than starts making his. I feel him start lightly kissing my neck causing me to giggle.

"Hey, you two lovebugs. Is my sandwich almost done?"

Matt lets go of me and walks Roddy's sandwich over to him. I continue making his sandwich as he walks back over to me wrapping his arms around my waist again with his head on my shoulder. I turn my head, kissing his cheek while finishing his sandwich.

"I'm gonna make you my wife one day."

"You better."

[miintsprigz]

Hiya!:] Was wonderin if you could do some headcanons for Scout and a GN!Reader that loves to sing and dance when they're alone? If this isn't exactly your cuppa tea, or if you dunno how to write this, you can ignore this request, I ain't forcin ya./pos

Hope you have a good day/night/evening/afternoon !!

I started writing last night and then forgot to save and lost EVERYTHING AAAH

I absolutely ADORE this prompt because it’s something I do, and I found the perfect song for it the other night to boot. I hope this is good—-

Song used as inspiration: “Knock Three Times” by Tony Orlando and Dawn

Character: Scout (TF2)

The mercs had finally left for the day, and for the first time in a long time, home base was vaguely quiet.

You adored them, each and every one of them, but the volume and sheer chaos of having all nine of them around could grate on you from time to time. Sometimes it was nice to just have the place to yourself for a little while.

As you got out of bed after hitting snooze a few times, it seemed as though you may have had your chance.

On went the radio as you started mixing some batter for a late pancake breakfast. It wasn’t long after you started heating up the skillet that one of your favorite songs came on.

You knew that meant only one thing.

At first, you hesitated, so used to a head poking out from around the corner, or a voice calling out just down the hall. But hey, the fellas were all at work! If there was any time to jam out, it was now.

So that’s exactly what you did. Singing along as though auditioning for some kind of contest (in your mind, if nothing else, you were winning), and turning the kitchen into your personal dancefloor.

Caring not how you looked or sounded. Simply filling the open air with music and making this little spot your happy place.

It was only a few songs later, and after stacking up a couple pancakes and starting to cook some bacon up…that you realized that you were not, in fact, alone.

A voice rang out.

“So, when’s the talent show audition, slugger? I think you’re gonna make it!”

You jumped probably a full foot backwards, eyes popping open. With a somewhat sheepish smile, the Scout poked his head through the doorway from the hall.

“How. Long have you been there.”

“Uh, since about…second or third song?”

“Why are you not at work???”

“…can’t a guy call out every so often? Geez.”

Cursing yourself under your breath, one hand came up and curled over your face.

“…remind me to check the rooms next time.” You could feel a rush of blood to your face, and the laughter of your surprise audience didn’t help.

Approaching you, he playfully bumped his shoulder against yours, elbowing you.

“Aw, c’mon, (Y/N)! Lighten up a little. It ain’t a crime ta have a good time. Hey. Look at dat. I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it.”

As you peeked through your fingers to pull a face at him, he smirked.

“There ya are.”

“You’re not gonna like…tell the others, right?”

“Don’t get why you’re so worried, but nah, I won’t tell ‘em if ya don’t want me to. Whoop, look out, your bacon’s gonna burn.”

“Oh!”

“I got it, I got it.”

Sure enough, he’d already caught it and got everything onto the plate…not-so-sneakily taking a piece for himself.

“Really though, you’re pretty good! I heard ya since you started this whole jam session, and honestly? You got some pipes on ya!”

Well, now you were just blushing at the compliments.

“And those moves? Engie’s been wantin’ ta start some…square dancin’ lessons, I think? Oh, he’d love dat.”

“You think so?”

“Sure! …(Y/N), ya only do solo dance parties, huh?”

“Uh…I guess? I dunno, I think I’d get too nervous to dance if I was in front of anyone.”

Scout raised an eyebrow at you, and looked to the side for a second, like he was checking to see if anyone else was around.

“…wanna know a secret?”

“Hmm?”

“I do the same friggin’ thing.”

You couldn’t help but smile. He did tend to play his music pretty loudly, but you were never sure exactly what he was up to in his room.

No sooner did he say that than a song that both of you happened to love came on. He eyed you slyly, biting back a grin.

You had to try your best not to crack a smile yourself. “What are you doing…”

He motioned with one hand out, trying not to laugh. “(Y/N), quick…before that gets cold. One song?”

Well, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous. Shrugging your shoulders, you chuckled. “Can’t hurt. Just promise you won’t laugh.”

“Nah.” He stared off sheepishly again. “…You promise da same?”

Nodding your head quickly, you followed his lead.

It was awkward at times for sure—you each couldn’t read the other’s mind, and they didn’t quite move as you thought they would sometimes—but in spite of that, it was fun. Almost as fun as dancing by yourself.

By the end, both of you were beaming.

“Hey, maybe I oughta talk ta hardhat about that hoedown thing.”

“I think I could try that.”

“Havin’ you as a dance partner, I think it might be kinda fun!”

“Aw gosh.”

“Whaaat? I’m not bad, you can’t deny that.”

You rolled your eyes, handing him a plate before you helped yourself.

“…aw, you shouldn’t have.”

“Oh shush, I knew you were gonna ask, Scout.”

“…guilty.”

[sunnydayroleplay]

Aight bestie.

Joseph fucking MC in Jack's costume.

The rest is up to you, go wild bestie lol

IHJFEVWHHJ RFWIN I AM BARKING BESTIE WOOF WOOF WE'RE WRITING IT This fic includes: Sending nudes, again, lots of potty mouth from the Sunny-Time Crew (OOC), Definite size difference, Make-Out Sess, Praise, Use of: Sunshine/Sunspot, Darling, Baby, Honey. You were at work, Joseph was at work. It was quite lonely for the both of you, and you had the most splendid idea. You went into the employee backroom, break-room, whatever you like to call it, and you went ahead to grab your phone from your back pant pocket. You open up your messages between you and Joseph . You thought "Fuck it, I'm bored" and you sent him a photo of your beautiful self. Without some articles of clothing. You send it. Waiting for Joseph to reply. Now in Joseph's point of view, they had just finished recording another episode, and he was still in costume. He was scrolling on his phone, his co-workers and other members of the Sunny-Time Crew we're having a blast, all of them with a lit cigarette in his hand. Joseph leaned against their table, his jaw flew open, as his face began turning a little red. Everyone seems to take notice, and asks some questions. Joseph flung his head around, turning off his phone, and shoving it in his pocket. "Hey now Joey, you alright?"

"Yeah! I'm fine. Sorry." "My, my. One of them mommas send you a pic of their machinery?"

"Wh-what! No, I don't even know how they would ge-"

"Joe, a man don't get no flustered by lookin' at theys phone to say it was nothin'."

"But I-"

"And I refuse to believe you actually have a nice guy or gal waitin' at home for ya."

"Hey now darlin', you never know what kinda fella Joseph can reel in his rod."

"Yeah, it's not like he ain't fine. We all wouldn't have any jobs if that was the case."

"Don't back-track now, Mister! I still wanna know what or who made our little baby-man so flustered n' mustered up!"

"It's nothin' you guys. Listen I'll be back, I gotta make a phone call."

"Aww shiiiiit! Finally our lil' Jojo got sent some gears and bolts of one of those fine baby mommas! Joseph does have some fine ma'am or sir waitn' for him!~ Look at him go, he's doin' his speedwalk! Now yer know he's rushin' to reply!"

"Well call me cloudy with a heavy chance of rain, I never knew our Joey could do such a thang....Now who do you think it is?"

"Mrs. Stephens! She's always grindin' her heel every chance she gets! And Joey gives her plenty of 'em."

While the crew chatted away under the presumption that Joseph found a wonderful mother to bless, Joseph hid away in a rest-room, locking the door behind him. He pulled out his phone to inspect the image you had sent him closely, and he was not disappointed. Boy, he had to get home, and he had to get home now. He rushed out, swiftly grabbing his one bag, wallet and keys. Not even bothering to get out of costume. "H-Hey! Joe, what are ya doin?"

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"But th-, ne-nevermind, just bring it back clean." "Go Joe! Get that baby-makin' pussy!" And with that, he was gone. He hopped into his car, and made his way to speed over to you. By then you were already home, finally someone wanted to do their shift, if not on time. You were sitting comfortably in your room, scrolling on your phone, where you heard a few foot-steps from outside it. "Joseph! I didn't except ya to come home so early!"

You heard large thumps come by your room and open the door, shutting it behind. He makes his way in a primary color fashion, prancing on top of you. The bed sinks, and you suddenly feel very small with this very big man on top of you. He leans down to kiss your soft lips. You slowly try to sit up, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, Your hands in that blue, surprisingly soft hair of his. You wonder why he came home in that, but hey, questions, not complaints. The two of you passionately kiss, Joseph's hands slowly trickle down your body as you kiss this clown-looking man, Smudging make up as you passionately make out. My, it was something. "C'mon honey, I'll make sure you have a sunny-time~" He glares into your reflective eyes, as his hands interlock with yours, and he slowly begins to unbuckle his smiling belt. He throws it on the floor, along with those dark colored pants of his. He goes back on top of you once more, you grind onto his clothed cock, your face reddening as you bite your tongue. "Settle down, sunshine, we'll get there in a moment~" "But I want to get there now~" You whine. You begin to wrap your legs around his sides, your feet resting on his back. He picks you up by gripping your outer thighs, and pulls you in much closer. You can feel how hard his cock is, because it's so close to where yours is.

"Sunspot~ Like I said, we'll get there in a moment~ I gotta treat that nice and beautiful body of yours right after-all~!" He giggles, slowly taking off your shirt, as he flings it across the room, leaning down to kiss your stomach, all the way to your jawline. You pull on his hair, yank it off and throw it away along with all the other costume pieces. Oh, the make-up department is gonna kick his ass when he comes back in later. But it'll all be worth it. "You tease me too much~" You quietly moan out. His soft normal colored hair blooms back out, as you mess it up the slightest.

"Darling, I may tease you, but you enjoy it~" After successfully taking off all your clothes, then and only then does he take off his boxers. His fully erect cock springing back into action.

"You ready, baby?~"

You gently cusp his face with both of your hands, kissing his forehead. "Will you stop askin' questions and just put your dick inside me already?" "Alright, I ain't gon' be gentle." After you had your fun, even though you both maybe failed the goal of "fuckin' till daylight". Ya still had fun. It was the next day, Joseph came in, looking like he was attacked. He wasn't joking when he said that it wasn't going to be gentle. My his hair was in a wreck, his neck, collarbones and shoulders covered in hickeys and scratches. Smudged make-up smearing off from his lips. Yeah his co-workers would ask him non-stop who fucked him, and the department is going to beat the living hell out of him, my my was it all worth it.

[hareofhrair]

Shafan if you could invent your own version of the trolley problem, what would it be?

*squints*

Like, invent a philosophical quandary meant ta illustrate and lead people towards questionin their unexamined moral biases? Or invent a scenario in which I get ta tie people ta tha train tracks? If it's tha former, why is this phrased like comin up with some kinda ethical koan is somethin I ain't normally allowed ta do? Ya know anyone can just cook one a those up, right? Don't need no fancy degree fer it or nothin. Look, I'll do one now.

First, what's a moral or ethical choice most folks take fer granted and don't tend ta examine? How about, what's "real" is always better than what's "fake." What's "natural" is always superior ta what's "unnatural."

Well then, next I just think of a situation what pertains ta tha issue, which draws people ta think about why they have this belief.

Say, fer example-- Yer livin yer normal happy life, more or less exactly as ya are right now, only maybe a lil better. Ya got a nice hive, friends and quadmates, work ya enjoy. Then one day, some son of a bitch in a leather trench coat pulls ya aside and reveals, this whole damn thing is a simulation that's been created especially fer you. In the "real" world, yer in a fancy tank or somethin hooked up to a computer runnin a program that contains everywhere you've ever been and everyone you've ever loved.

In this scenario, there ain't no one else "real" in this simulation with you. Everyone else you ever met was a program. But the simulation is so perfect, they all have fully fleshed out identities, hopes and dreams and memories and such what persist even when you ain't interactin with em. Even now as the leather fella tells you this, there's a world of people goin about their business without you, livin full and complex lives, with no idea they ain't what this fella would call "real."

Now leather fella says he can get you out a here, back to tha "real" world. But if you leave, this program gets shut down. That world a people livin their lives around you disappears, fastern' flippin a switch. Keep in mind, that's yer friends, yer family, yer pets, everyone ya ever met. You have no memory of tha "real" world, no idea what's out there, nobody waitin for ya. And there's no way ta leave without destroyin this entire world.

Do you choose ta leave tha simulation?

Now here's the real kicker. Ya decide ta leave, dooming all yer loved ones to an abrupt end, but who cares they were just lines a code anyway, right? So ya come out ta tha "real" world, and it's just a garbage fire. It's awful. World's been all fucked up and there's robots tryin ta kill everybody and there ain't a damn thing decent ta eat anywhere. But it's real so these experiences are more valuable than yer memories in tha simulation, right? Better ta be sufferin in that real world than livin happily in a fake one. Mind you, there ain't no measurable difference ta tha experience a livin here versus tha simulation. Ya still feel and taste and dream exactly tha same, ya just know now that everything ya felt and tasted and dreamt before was "fake."

Except, wait fer it, yer haulin processed lichen juice to tha gruel extruders one day, when some weirdo in a silver jumpsuit pops outta nowhere an tells ya, guess what, this is a simulation too. It's just a simulation big and complicated enough that it had created its own nested simulations inside it. He offers ya tha same deal as before. He can help ya escape to that "real" world, but it'll mean completely destroyin this one, along with everybody in it, as well as any subordinate simulations it's got runnin like tha one you came from, and all the complex lives those simulations also contain.

Do ya choose ta leave, chasin tha idea a somethin "real?"

Can you ever trust tha world ya end up in?

Maybe that's a bit too complicated. Here's a simpler one.

We figure out tha tech for implantin and removin memories from people's brains. Two fellas walk into a memory adjustment center. One of em just lost his moirail and can't live without them. He wants all his memories a that person scrubbed outta his head. And it just so happens everybody else who knew his moirail have also had this procedure done. Once this fella's done havin his memories altered, there won't be a single person who remembers his moirail existed, nor a single physical trace they ever lived anywhere on tha planet.

Now the other fella, he's desperately lonely. So he wants ta have artificial memories of havin a lovin moirail put in his head, so he knows what it's like ta be loved. He knows this person won't be "real," but he'll have years and years of memories of being with them, exactly the same as though they'd really existed.

The memory adjustment center, as a cost cuttin measure, takes tha memories outta tha first fella's head and implants em in tha second fella's instead a makin up artificial memories.

The first fella walks out with no idea their moirail ever existed. Tha second fella walks out with detailed memories of lovin a person he doesn't think is real.

Nah wait that's too complicated again. One more try.

There are two musicians. One of em has spent years an years learnin their instrument and practicin. The other fella has had tha first fella's memories of practicin transplanted inta his brain (and fer tha sake a argument, let's say they also transferred muscle memory and such.)

Now yer some fancy type choosin performers fer an orchestra or some such. They're auditionin, and they're both on stage performin, and you don't know which is which. You can't tell tha difference at all.

Which one do you hire?

[angie-long-legs]

25. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone?

Spill the Tea ☕️

"Uh, killed 'em? Don't get much worse than that!"

In the gritty foundations of his soul, Angel knew this wasn't the right answer. That there was one thing that he would truly never forgive himself for, no matter how long he waited in his eternal punishment to feel the burden of it lift. Of course, Hell wasn't a place where your sins were to be forgotten - more so a place where your sins thrived, and your shameful mistakes weighed heavy on you, unrelenting, for the rest of all time.

"I mean... I guess I did some more... personal shit than just whackin' mobsters.

"I... hurt a friend a' mine. A good friend. Best friend I eva' had, actually. Knew eachotha' since before we could walk or talk or anythin' - she was the neighbours kid, and on our street, everybody knew everybody.

"We grew up togetha', always togetha'. She was... sweet. Quiet, but real goofy once ya got ta know her. Too nice fa her own good. Her mom and dad were neva' around, so when my dad was bein' an asshole I'd camp out at hers, waitin' out the storm, ya know? Or when her parents skipped town fa more than a few nights, she'd come ta mine and my mom would cook a big family dinner so she'd have somethin' ta eat.

"Everyone thought we'd wind up togetha'. My dad was always sayin', "Anthony, yer gonna marry that girl one day!". Told me I was a lucky guy ta have it all come so easily ta me.

"But, uh... gettin' olda', realisin' I was different... I was scared. 'Specially when I started foolin' around with guys, sneakin' out an' gettin' high with fellas way too old fa me. By the time I was eighteen an' had neva' went steady with a girl, my dad was... y'know. Makin' comments, sayin' he ain't havin' a fa.g unda' his roof, threatenin' ta kick me out... I was terrified a' gettin' found out. And... I ain't proud a' how I handled it.

"This girl, my best friend... well, she was inta me - everyone knew it. I, uh, tried ta ignore it, fa the most part. Acted like it wasn't happenin', like I didn't know. Then, one day, I'd had this crazy fight with my dad, I went ta go see her, and... she told me she loved me. And... I dunno, I was a mess, and- and I told her I loved her too. And I did, just... not in the way she wanted. I thought- I thought maybe I would if I just... tried to. Also, I wanted my dad off my back - and he was, like a fuckin' shot. Neva' seen him more proud a' me than when I told him we were goin' together, and I did a lot a' fucked up shit fa that man.

"Think we made it about three or four months before it all went tits up - not that it wasn't doomed from the get-go. I was... fuck, I was shitty. Never wanted ta be around her afta' we started seein' eachother, I felt... pissed every time she tried ta be romantic or whateva'. Like I'd lost a fuckin' friend. And I was still messin' around with guys, tellin' myself I'd quit it and be a good partner or some other bullshit that'd neva' happen. Worst part was she was fuckin' good ta me, the whole time, she was tryin' ta get me ta open up, but... I mean, what was I supposed tell her? That I was a closet queer, a junkie? Even the shit with my family, I dunno how much she actually knew... I couldn't tell her nothin' real.

"Eventually, I got caught out. I'll spare ya the details, but it wasn't pretty. She left and... I never saw her again. Never knew where she went, what happened ta her. But she ain't down here far as I can tell, so I like ta think she made somethin' of herself. Lived a good life. She was smart - a good kid like her, ain't no doubt in my mind she landed on her feet.

"But... yeah, I broke her fuckin' heart. I was selfish, I took advantage of her feelins fa me. I lost the only friend I ever trusted, and if I could change one thing I did up top, ain't no contest. I'd pick that every goddamn time."

[befrienderofelves]

Kieran Duffy x GN!Reader pre relationship. Gifting Kieran clothes. No pronouns for reader. Fluff. Not proofread. Idk about this one im... tired.

Thank you @kieropal for the prompt!

"Duffy!" You shout as you ride into camp. It easily gets his attention and he walk over to you and your horse with concern.

"Yeah? There anything wrong?"

With a grin, you drop a burlap sack full of Something in his arms before dismounting. "Nothing wrong, I gotcha somethin from town."

He holds the suspiciously. You've been the kindest to him so far but he ain't been off that tree long enough to be fulling trusting of anyone yet . "What'd you get?" He asks cautiously.

You grin as you say, "Picked you out some clothes!" You move to open up the bag. "You said you ain't too comfortable in Mac's old stuff, and it don't fit you right anyway." You begin to pull out some shirts, and Kieran looks very surprised.

"Oh hell, you ain't had ta do this for me. And I got nothing to pay you back with."

"It's a gift, Kieran, no need for repayment."

"I... Thank ya then. I appreciate it." He says it so sincerely, and you're overcome with fondness for him.

"Youre welcome," you respond, enjoying the moment for a while longer before saying, "I haven't even show ya the best part yet!"

Kieran's surprised by your enthusiasm and can't help but to smile as he says "What's that then?". He watches you dig through the bag, waiting for whatever the best part might be.

You pull out a bundle of thick brown leather and triumphantly exclaim, "Ferrier's chaps! So hopefully I won't be seeing any of these new jeans in the mending pile any time soon."

Once again, Kieran is surprised beyond belief. "Oh that's just soo much. I don't think I've ever owned anything that nice, I couldn't."

"Too bad, don't have a choice. You're part of the gang now and and you ain't a fucking jackass like some of the other fellas, which means I'm gonna nag you to take care of yourself. Just how it works."

Kieran laughs at that. "Well then I guess I'll just be thanking ya for a while."

[ask-the-jellijaws]

Hello, Jellijaws!

I hope my message to Candicroc gets passed onto you, and if not, either ask me or him about it. Gummigator could also explain.

But I want to know...what do you think about Pomni? And anyone else you may have met.

It may just be me, but you seem the most social out of the three of you

Hi again, Robby!! And yeah I'll ask Candicroc about your message.. but I'm sure it's nothing bad!

And your right! I am the most outgoing out of the three of us, since Gummigoo is pretty standoffish when ya first meet him, and Max can get pretty overwhelmed with lots a people, but I can't wait to meet the others! I haven't been able to since Gummigoo is pretty paranoid about keepin' us safe n' secret. But, since I've been staying in Pomni's room while I'm here, Pomni's been tellin' me a lot of sweet stories about them! Usually before she goes to bed. From what I've heard, this guy named Jack or sumth'n (I ain't very good with names :( ) seems like a real swell guy that I'd get along with! Even though Gummigoo tells me he's no good news... But I gotta respect another prankster! And that Tangles fella seems like they'd get along well with Max, since he is a pretty soft n' fragile guy, and Tangles feels like a nice paced shy fella for him to meet. And Noodle seems to be one of them cool types, kinda like Boss! Pomni tells me that Finger really likes his 'bug collection'. Now I don't know much about bugs, but I wouldn't be mad about learnin' more! And of course there's Dentures, who Gummigoo reaally doesn't want me to meet, since he doesn't want him to do nothin' bad to me. Ooo, and there's Bethany, who seems like the mother-type of the group, always worryin' about keepin' people safe, who's also kinda like Boss in that way! Although Pomni seems to think she's kinda overbearing.

Sorry about the long message, I am just too excited about bein' in a whole 'nother place! This ain't anythin' like back home!!

[marinerainbow]

(Alternatively, they go to the bar to try and intimidate her. She is not intimidated.)

Dolores: We're closing. I'm off my shift.

Smartass: Not so fast, Toots! *points knife at her*

Dolores: *puts her hands up* I'm sorry but we aren't serving at the moment, you'll have to come back another time.

Smartass: Eh-Eh! *keeps the knife pointed at her* You were on call while da rabbit was hidin' here! You 'suspect' us to believe you didn't know nothin' about it?

Dolores: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

Smartass: Don't play cute, dollface! Dis bar don't soirve toons!

Dolores: Of course we do we serve everybody! You should come back when you get some manners!

Smartass: *looks genuinely surprised at this but then recovers* Search the place, boys!

Greasy starts rooting through the bar, Wheezy tests the walls, Psycho throws things off the shelves for Dolores to feebly catch. Stupid checks under obviously uncovered tables.

Smartass: Shame dis place sure is 'deserv-ed!'(!) Would be a real tragedy if somebody came in and hadda shut ya down(!)

Dolores: ...You wouldn't dare!

Smartass: The economy ain't good deese days, nevah know when another 'Repression's' gonna strike. All we'd hafta do is let a couple rats loose in da place. Though what's a rat when youse already had a rabbit?

Dolores: You're cruel!

Weasels: Thank you!

Dolores: Why, your own mothers would be ashamed of you!

Weasels: *burst into giggles*

Smartass: We ain't got muddas! But we got a Boss, and he don't just work in ToonTown. He's got thumbs in all the right pastries. Take it from me, Angel Face *puts arm around as far as he can reach* it ain't paintin' a pretty picture. Now, we don't wanna hoyrt an old, toilin' lady and undo all those years of hard woyrk! We're stand up fellas, ain't we boys?

Wheezy: Yep.

Greasy: Caballeros...

Psycho: Stand up, Stand up!

Smartass: So, I'm gonna ask this real nice-like one more time...where did Valiant take da rabbit?

Dolores: *sighs* He...he took him back to the Office...Valiant and Valiant PI...that's all I know.

Smartass: Good Goyl! Dat wasn't so hard was it? Looks like we'll be comin' back here some day after all boys! Now get in the jalopy we got a pig and a rabbit to roast!

*Dolores breathes a sigh of relief. She's bought Eddie and Roger some time. She grabs her coat and heads for the movie theatre.*

It somehow got better!!!

I love both of the scenarios you wrote, but I feel like this is probably closest to what cononically happened between them all. Doom sending the weasels to interrogate Delores, and her tripping them up with words rather than a chase. Eddie fled away in a chase scene, why not let Delores mislead them?

[griftofprophecy]

To my dearest deputy, Apollo:

Good Mornin', Afternoon, or Evenin', Apollo! It's me, North Star. It's been a while since you were gone, and lotsa things had happened. Well, fer one, I got myself a man! Can ya believe it? His name's Dalv, and he's a lil' shy, but I think he'd be glad to meet ya! I love him lots.

Oh, and I think I'm forgettin' a crucial thing 'ere— Ah, yeah! I think you might've heard, but a human came here into the ol' underground lately. I had the pleasure of meetin' em! Their name is Clover. Nice fella, that one. Trained 'em to be a deputy! (Sorry, Apollo, I just got bored while ya weren't around, SORRY!).

They left a huge impact on me, and the entire Wild East, and could ya even believe it? Even Cero' changed! For the better, o'course. She's a lot more lively now.

Speaking of change, I ain't the only one to have gotten someone to love. Moray is datin' feathers— Ah, yeah, you dunno 'em yet! Their name is Martlet. Anyways! Ed is datin' a bandit (Though, i have a sneakin' suspicion that Luckheart's not the monster he says he is...), and even ol' Blackjack got someone! Monster named Mo.

As much as I have slight disdain towards the fella, he's treatin' Blackjack well, so I'll let the whole Dalv's water supply gotten stolen fiasco slide.

I think that's about it fer now! I heard ya might be comin' home soon, so I hope this brought ya all to date to what's happenin' here at the Wild East.

I'll tell more about it over drinks. See ya soon, pardner!

The best sheriff in the Wild East,

★STARLO

Oh. This guy... Starlo, like that one person asked him about just now. He didn't think his actual name would have been so widely known by now. Guess his connection was re-established after the events of the canon. How he knew this? No idea. He felt too puzzled by everything? Everyone's getting lovers apparently. And this Clover kid... Huh. He felt a lil comforted at the idea the timeline didn't break from his absence. It usually did, but... Maybe this was a different sort of universe. Apollo pocketed the letter and opened the door, on his way to The Wild East once again.