#Gus Gus is adorable but don’t let him fool you. he is a TERROR

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15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks @nburkhardt!! ❤️

1. Are you named after anyone? No? I don’t think so at least

2. When was the last time you cried? Well I laughed to the point of tears about 2 hours ago… other than that… I legitimately Do Not Know. I don’t cry a whole bunch. Just kinda tend to explode when it all gets to be too much 🙃

3. Do you have kids? I don’t have any of my own lol, not yet, but I nanny an adorable one-year-old and a slightly cantankerous three-year-old.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Pshh, what, me? No, never! How dare you assume such a thing.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? Ballet when I was 3. Other than that nothing 😂

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Honestly it changes from person to person. The Chicken Express employee? Their pink & black hair. A manchild in front of me at Walmart? The fact that he was wearing a belt yet if he hadn’t been wearing underwear (red) I would’ve been able to see his asshole. (Some people, I swear to God.)

7. What’s your eye color? Brown 🤎

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I hate scary movies, honestly. Happy endings all the way!

9. Any special talents? I don’t think so? I’m kinda a jack of all trades, master of none lol. Though I am a pretty decent shot with a rifle even though I’ve only been to the range once. That’s nice. I was definitely channeling my inner Winter Soldier/Black Widow. 😂 and I can make a mean steak! Honestly I cook a FEAST for my family (6 of us) every time I make steak lol. I do potatoes, peppers, onions, garlic, spinach, and cherry tomatoes too. (The garlic, spinach & cherry tomatoes are thrown into the pan I used for the steaks. It’s heavenly.)

10. Where were you born? Texas, born ‘n’ raised, y’all! I don’t have a southern accent. I started saying ‘y’all’ ironically and I regret it because it’s now part of my daily speech. Actually my family is from Spain and Argentina, with quite a bit of Italian mixed in. I don’t know what that means, accent-wise, but three years ago the Walmart pharmacist complimented my pronunciation and I will never forget that.

11. What are your hobbies? Cooking, reading, writing, playing music, crocheting, sewing… essentially any form of art that you won’t find in a museum 😅 I’m no good at any of that. I also like dancing, though I don’t do it enough to call it a hobby, I think.

12. Do you have pets?

His name is Gus ❤️ (technically he’s my sister’s but we’re ignoring that since we all live in the same house.) technically she also has a fish and 2 Guinea pigs but Gus is mostly all of ours.

13. How tall are you? I like to say I’m 5’ 1” on a good day. 😂

14. Favorite subject in school? Well I’m an English major so… 😂

15. Dream job? Christ I dunno. Scrolling Tumblr all day? Can I just get paid for this? Because that would be fantastic. Thanks, y’all.

This was a lot of fun! Tagging @madigoround @thatonegreyghost @ghosttotheparty @onearmedlegend @justforthedead89 @every-aj-needs-an-angel @mickalaem @ilovecupcakesandtea @bookbinderbitch @suddenlyinlove @artiststarme @piratefishmama and whoever else wants to do it! ❤️ (shhh ignore the fact I didn’t tag 15)

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Firsts

Chapter 51 of Campfire Stories is up. 

Reader shelters with Flaco from a blizzard. The two begin talking about this and that. Flaco discovers that reader is a virgin.

Below is a little teaser. Read the full thing on AO3

“I can’t believe The Terror of The Grizzlies sent me to take care of a bear,” You chuckled to yourself as you tossed the pelt on the back of your horse. It <i>had</i> been a particularly angry grizzly, judging by the trail of carnage you’d followed to find it. But surely it wasn’t something a famous gunslinger couldn’t handle?

You giggled to yourself as you swung your leg over your horse, settling in the saddle. He’d looked so damn cute when he’d asked you to hunt the bear. Huffing and puffing as he fought to push down his pride, grumpily pointing his knife at you when you failed to keep a straight face. Though you weren’t really laughing at his troubles with the bear, rather at how adorable he’d looked, all flustered and pouting. 

“Fucking bears.” you chuckled, recalling his final words as you’d left the cabin. You urged your horse into a canter, following the barely-visible road back to Cairn Lodge. The wind was beginning to pick up, and the snow was starting to fall once again. If you weren’t careful, you’d end up stranded in one of the abandoned cabins up here. Again. 

Flaco was lucky you were sweet on him. Otherwise you wouldn’t make the journey up here nearly as often as you did. Most of your trips up here resulted in you stuck in a blizzard, either barely making it off the mountain, or finding refuge in an abandoned hut. Your horse huffed and whinnied angrily as you pushed it deeper into the mountains, no doubt wishing you’d picked an easier man to be the center of your affections. 

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when exactly you’d developed your feelings. Somewhere between him calling you pretty while pointing a gun at your head, and gently telling you to stay warm as you went out on another job. You found yourself making the journey up into the snow more and more. You instructed Cripps to set up your camp near Cattail pond, so you were right near a road that led up to him. You spent weeks hunting down a pristine grizzly bear pelt so that you could have Gus make you a coat just like Flacos. Yes you were a lovestruck idiot. But you’d shoot anyone who said so to your face. 

As you neared Colter, you turned up the hill, cutting across the snow to save you a few extra minutes. The snow was already falling harder, so you could only see a few feet in front of you. At this point you’d resigned yourself to a night at Colter. At least there was some firewood in the main cabin where you always took shelter. 

You trotted down the hill, stopping just in front of the cabin. With a grunt, you swung the heavy pelt over your shoulder and gently kicked the door open with the toe of your boot. Flaco glanced up from the piece of wood he was sharpening. Was he actually carving something, or just idly whittling away? You’d always wondered but for the sake of his pride you never asked. 

“There you are, <i>chiquita</i>. I was starting to worry the bear had gotten you.” He mused as you tossed the pelt down in the corner. 

“What, me? Nah,” You grinned. “It’ll take more than a big ol’ teddy bear to bring me down,” You teased. Flaco huffed and gumbled, but didn’t say anything more. You rubbed your hands together for a moment, letting the fire warm them. You really did not want to go back out there in that storm, but you’d have to go soon if you were going to make it to Colter. 

“I’d better get going,” you relented, more to yourself than to Flaco. 

“In this?” He asked, pulling back the large hide over the window to peer outside. A white curtain of snow met his gaze. He couldn’t even see the outhouse a few feet away from the cabin. “You’ll die if you go out in this.” He scoffed. 

“Eh. I’m only going to Colter. Ain’t that far. I’ll be fine. I’ll hunker down there for the night before I head back down to my own camp.” You shrugged. 

“Stay for a bit, <i>chiquita</i>. Get some feeling back in your toes before you go back out there.” He said, gesturing toward the fire. “I know you’re eager to get back to your exciting life, and away from old Flaco, but wait until the snow dies down some.” He said You nodded gratefully, sitting on a mat near the fire. 

“Thanks,” You said. “And I ain’t trying to get away from you.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him and daring him to argue. “I just figured you wouldn’t want me hanging around too long, in case anyone else came lookin’ for work. Wouldn’t want them thinkin’ you’d gone soft, spending your time with a lady.” You stage whispered. He roared out a laugh. 

“<i>Lobita</i> you know it doesn’t matter to me if you’re in a dress or trousers,” He scoffed. “Some men out there, they think women can’t handle the life. We both know you’re one of my most trusted employees. I’ve met women who could kick my ass in a fight, and I’ll admit it gladly.” He said. 

“Really? Like who?” you asked, settling back against the wall, ready to hear an exciting story of the old days. 

“Ever hear of Black Belle?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow, nodding. 

“Course I have.” you said. “I actually work some jobs for her on occasion too. I didn’t know you two knew each other.” 

“Yeah. We ran together for a little while. Worked some impressive jobs.” He chuckled nostalgically. “But we’re two stubborn mules. Especially back then. Eventually we went our separate ways. We work much better as <i>amigos</i> than as <i>amantes</i>.” He said. 

“Amantes…” You paused, putting your limited knowledge of Spanish to work. “What, you two were lovers?” you asked. 

“Briefly,” He said. “Like I said, we were both too strong willed. We ran together as partners in crime first. Then we tried the romantic bit. Didn’t last very long, and we left on good terms.” He chuckled. “It’s good to know the old cougar is still out running. Send her my regards when you see her next.” 

“Oh I think when I get off this mountain I’ll be going straight to visit her,” You chuckled. “I’ve gotta hear this from her.”

“What, you don’t believe me?” He asked with fake hurt. 

“No, I just have some… questions for her.” you giggled. Flaco wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“Questions I couldn’t answer?” He asked. 

“Mmmhmm.” You said. “Just woman’s talk,” You said innocently. In all honesty, you’d never be able to get up the courage to ask her the questions on your mind. How did Flaco’s lips feel? Was he romantic or distant? Was he good in bed? How big was his…

“Alright, <i>chiquita</i> be mysterious if you want.” He huffed, pulling you from your thoughts. “But I think you owe me something.” 

“What for?” you scoffed. 

“I told you about one of my deep, personal relationships,” He said dramatically. “I think it’s only fair you tell me about one of yours.” He said. You were quiet for a moment, panicking. “Do you have a fella? Some secret man hidden back at home, keeping your bed warm until you return? Or do you prefer the one-night stands with mysterious men you meet in saloons?” He asked. 

What the hell were you going to say? How could you tell him you were a virgin? He’d never believe that you of all people were innocent. Not the way you acted and carried yourself. The way you were always lightly flirting with him. 

Worse, what if he did believe you? What if he laughed at you, or looked down at you? Patronized you for being so naive about such things? What if he took advantage of you, forced himself on you… no Flaco wouldn’t do that. He may be an outlaw, but he had a moral compass of some kind. He wouldn’t force himself onto you.  

“<i>Chiquita</i>” Flaco asked gently, pulling you out of your panicking. You met his gaze. His brows were furrowed in concern. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think… did you lose someone then?” He asked. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so damn sweet, behind the prickly exterior he’d created for himself. 

“No,” you said finally. “I… uh… well I’ve never really been with someone.” You said. 

“Oh. Never had a grand romance,” He said, nodding in understanding. “Maybe for the best. This lifestyle isn’t always kind to romance. Tell me about your favorite barfly then? Some poor fool you bewitched in your travels.” He said. 

“No… I...erm…” you coughed and looked down. “I ain’t ever actually… been with anyone at all.” You said. You could feel your cheeks warm. 

“What you’ve never…” Flaco paused. “You’re a virgin?”