#i thought it was all gonna be about the ranch and then they're throwing in other random posts like what are we looking at here

[dandp]

Tumblr said what if we curated the most bizarre assortment of phannie posts that don't fit one theme and require so much context to understand that we will not be providing. and then call it a day.

[mildmayfoxe]

big fan of your romance novel complaint posts (love to see a fellow hater living it up) but i’m also curious if there are any you would recommend? not looking for anything in particular, just would love to hear your thoughts as someone else with nitpicky reading habits and a taste for trash

ok hello. i left you hanging for a FULL week and for that i am sorry but i wanted to be able to have some time to sit down and type out a real answer to which the short version is YES of course there are several that i have enjoyed!! my disclaimer is that i almost solely read gay romance so if you are looking for lesbian or even straight reccs i don't have much for you (although i will put a couple at the end anyway). hopefully something in this list is interesting to you or at least interesting to someone else! links are mostly to goodreads. break bc i'm gonna write too much

-kj charles is one of my fave authors in this genre bc they're all pretty reliable and there's a ton of them. they're all historical fiction and usually there's at least one murder- she's good at keeping a plot going while developing a romance. often supernatural or magical elements. sometimes cults! i've read almost all of the books she's written and have enjoyed them all

-charlie adhara wrote a really incredible werewolf series that i loved, the first of which is the wolf at the door. this is one of the only series i've read which keeps the emotional stakes up through the whole thing & kept me interested in a relationship after it was established bc sooo many series get boring the second the leads get together. i actually read the first book of the spin-off series (a pack of lies) first which is technically possible but i don't recommend bc i was like "wow they're really throwing me in here. i love it" and then i read the first series and i was like "oh i was supposed to know all this stuff." but i actually liked the dynamic between that couple better and i'm suffering every day because the next one still doesn't come out til 2025 and i read it in 2022. also worth noting that this (the original series) is cops-ajacent (~federal special agents~) and one of the characters is really prejudiced at the beginning & imo doesn't have enough character growth before it's waved away but if you can ignore that it's really good. mysteries! werewolves!

-speaking of werewolves (i could suggest several but i'll keep it to two) tj klune's wolfsong ends up at the top of a lot of gay werewolf novel lists (i'm keeping tabs) and there's a good reason. i enjoyed it a lot. made me kind of sad which is always a good sign to me. the writing voice was very fresh and novel at first but i did find it a little grating by the end so i've put off starting the second book in the series (it's also about a different couple which was disappointing) but i will get around to it. i enjoy tj klune in general although his recent stuff has a very different vibe than this and lightning struck heart is very 2015 in a bad way imo

-bone rider by j fally is a standalone that really delighted me. the russian mob? aliens? vaguely western? possession? throuple? it's got it all. very fun

-ok speaking of westerns there's this other series called magic & steam (yes it's steampunk. sorry. it's very silly) that starts with the engineer. a federal agent is sent to a town to apprehend a ~madman engineer~ except he runs into an infamous outlaw in the process. and the outlaw is really sexy. and probably why i enjoyed the series so much. the series also keeps them apart a lot in a way that i enjoy- i love when things take a long time. it's ongoing so this is another one that i keep checking for updates on

-i've read a lot of stuff by nr walker and they tend to be VERY hit or miss for me but one of my faves is evolved which is almost pure smut. it's about a sex robot that gains sentience. what more do i need to say. she also wrote a three-book series about an amnesiac that made me cry cry cry. and her cowboy (australian rancher) series is pretty ok. i could go through a list and tell you which novels of hers aren't worth it and which ones are good; i've read most of them

-salt magic skin magic by lee welch was a big surprise to me. cool magic, good folklore, fairies in there too. historical. big kj charles vibes which makes sense bc she edited it. welch also wrote a book called seducing the sorcerer which i had more mixed feelings about but had magic in it that i think about OFTEN (the horses)- that one's about an imposing sorcerer and a rundown groom cum handyman. and they're in their FORTIES!!! 🥳🥳🥳 (i love when books are not about 23 year olds)

-another one with a magic system i enjoyed was magician by kl noone. this was the first book i read by this author and i liked it but generally i find their books are too "nice" for me. i'm in the middle of one right now that i started months and months ago that i keep trying to go back to and it's sooo rough for me. but this one and the twelfth enchantment are pretty ok

-emily tesh wrote a duology of silver in the wood and drowned country that i loved because i am suuuuch a sucker for a wild man/green man story. really good. haunting! evocative! kj charles has a green man story too which was actually the first thing i read of hers (spectred isle)

-i complained about the monsterfucker book i was reading a while back but despite that i will also recommend the series it's from: lily mayne's monstrous, which starts with soul eater. are they messy? yes. are they repetitive? yes. are the monsters usually disappointingly humanoid? yes. are a lot of them about the military? also yes. so we're starting off on a bad foot. but the world building is interesting and there's LOTS of kinds of monsters and most of them were pretty fun. the one i just read (#7) was the worst one of the bunch though imo. and i have problems with #6. but 1 2 and 5 were good

-ok i should do a quickfire round. honeytrap: about two enemy agents during the cold war. put it off for a long time bc i didn't love that but it takes place over a VERY long period of time which is always interesting to me. zero at the bone: about a hitman who needs to protect a witness to a mob hit. really strong start but fell off a bit in the middle to the end imo.

-you'll notice a lot of these have subgenres of like fantasy historical supernatural etc but here's some regular contemporaries. a lot of these are about sad guys bc those are my favorite. best laid plans: hardware store owner helps a guy fix his house. in the middle of somewhere: same author actually. guy moves to small town to work at a college. mr jingle bells: this is a christmas one. bad title. fake dating. part of the reason i think i liked it so much is because i expected it to be awful but it was actually pretty good. good emotional stakes. published 2021 but feels very 2014. ignore that part. work for it: i rated this five stars but actually don't remember much what it was like. i think they were both really sad which i love. give me big emotions and i eat them right up with a spoon. i should read it again

-OK now i've got some straight & lesbian options. talia hibbert's brown sisters series is good and cute. she also wrote work for it, above. the unhoneymooners is the first real Romance Novel that i read and it really surprised me because i had fun! previously i had kind of written off romance novels as not for me but this kicked off a reading habit that is still going strong (primarily reading romance novels). i read this in 2020 so it might not be as good as i remember. as for lesbian options olivia waite has a series that i enjoyed that's also historical, and a friend of mine really enjoyed delilah green doesn't care (but i haven't read that one myself). and while not really romances i will always be a sarah waters fan: you may recognize her as the author of fingersmith, which is the novel park chan-wook's movie the handmaiden is based on. if you haven't seen the movie or read the book i recommend both. her books are very dramatic lesbian historical fiction; they don't always have happy endings but they're all very good

ok i think that's the end! regular disclaimer that romance is generally not a genre notable for Good Writing so a lot of these are just things i had fun with or just stuck out in my memory for having fun conceits etc. i can't guarantee that any of these are actually good, especially because this is a list solely based on my own taste and bad memory. would love to hear anybody's thoughts and/or if anybody has recommendations for ME!!! this post took me over three hours to write! crazy!

[a-tale-of-legends]

Amsonia's team as of now( before olivia's trial)

Artemis/ Arty: Careful, scatters things a lot( actually loves to eat, but i think i've been getting that with other protag ocs recently so gonna change it): Currently a Dartrix, Arty is a bit of a high strung nerd who wishes to prove his worth to those around him. Ever the strategist, but tends to....overthink. A lot.

Zeke: Calm, mischievous: The first pokemon Ames caught, if you don't count Arty, a now charjabug. His main job is to make sure Arty doesn't explode. Very level headed, a good second in command to Arty, and is generally very easy to talk too. I still need to think on him more, but i think it would be funny if he was a fan of making very bad puns. A funny dissonance from his generally very cool, calm and collected outward appearance.

Tiny: Bold, likes to relax: A ribombee that doesn't seem to bat an eye at danger, no matter how much bigger it is. Doesn't see the point in hiding more often than not, and prefers to be more direct. The more direct he is, the quicker the solution presents itself, the faster he gets back to relaxing with his friends.

Daisy: Docile, quick to flee: A young mudbray that grew up in the peaceful Paniola Ranch. Despite her sturdiness and strength, she is not adept in fighting, perferring to run away from conflict than actually do anything about it. She's a sweet, quiet gal that's learning what it means to stand up more for what she believes in.

Ocean: Modest, quick tempered: Fished from route 7, it became clear that Ocean was a force to be reckon with, though in their eyes, they still have a lot to learn. Despite this humility, their temper can get the better of them, especially towards those who don't immediately get what they are saying ( which tends to be a lot of people). Ironically, they tend to get frustatred when they themself don't fully understand something.

Keahi: Hardy, good endurance: ( fun fact. i caught. several salandit to find a decent one): Deciding that she wishes to be as powerful and illustrate as her lead salazzle, Keahi has worked hard to stand above the other salandit of her pack. The result is her developing tough skin, both mentally and physically, and doesn't take bullshit from anyone. Bc of this, she's not used to working in a team, but her goal is still the same, so if it means working with a human and stranger pokemon, so be it.

There's other pokemon that Ames have and will have, but i just wanted to focus on her main team currently.

Some relationship stuff i thought about:

Tiny n Daisy: Is genrally very blunt, speaking his mind, so he definitely told Daisy that he thinks she's a coward. To her face. It's almost funny bc he says this as a fact, and doesn't exactly have any malice when he says it. He just think she's a coward and doesn't understand why she's on the team. Which. Okay man. Obviously this has caused tension ( albiet kinda one sided) between the two: Tiny doesn't realize what he said hurts, and Daisy now has the motivation to prove Tiny wrong.

Daisy - Keahi: I dunno man, i just like the idea of a a cowgirl and a ( future) high femme having yuri. Blame applejack and rarity. But outside of that, Keahi's hard work and determination is something that Daisy deeply admire, and wishes to be just as cool as she is one day. Keahi is slightly erked by Daisy's pacifism - she grew up with competition all around her, no time for hanging back and not wanting to fight. But in way, it shows her that she doesn't have to always be fighting. She can simply be. It's still very early in their relationship, but I think right now, they're kind to each other.

Tiny - Ocean: Surprisingly, they get along well. If you think "well" is them throwing insults at each other casually. Ocean appreciates Tiny's bluntness and Tiny thinks Ocean is Fancy. They're friends :)

Arty - Zeke: Like I said, Zeke makes sure Arty doesn't explode, Both have known each other the longest, and thus usually confide in each other in a way that the others simply can't do. While Arty isn't always a fan of Zeke's puns, he still appreciates them, and Zeke would gladly listen to Arty's rambles from his observations pre-Amsonia about Alola and it's history. If there's feeling attached, neither has realized it.

Everyone at Arty - " man you are weird" they all respect him though.

Everyone at Zeke - " such a reliable pokemon :) Please stop making puns"

I'm getting tired so that's it for now <3

[manybcdthings]

Ethan allowed Nora's words to settle over him, much like the sorrow he could feel on his daughter's behalf. War had always been complex, and he didn't think there was a such thing as a noble one throughout history. He never thought he'd see the day that they'd be wrapped up in one, targeted simply for existing. Their life on the ranch seemed almost untouchable, like it sat in it's own bubble away from any harm. But even after they had to move on for their own lives, Ethan learned a very important lesson. That it was one another that helped them, not walls or the vast land they had.

"War's always been about greed and fear, Nora. I think they're scared that we're more like them than they expected. That there's so many of us." he mused, tucking her closer to him. "I know it sounds corny but the fact we got each other makes us rich right now. Makes us lucky and strong all at the same time. We can help one another through anything, even little Eden."

It didn't matter that Eden wasn't a Jones by blood. As soon as Ethan saw Tammie holding her, declaring that she was a part of their lives, he decided just as quickly that it was true. "Talking about Ava with you and Tammie was always easier when I talked about the good memories. You know I never...I never really talked about specifics and I think it should be the same for Eden, unless she asks. You and Tammie are the only ones here that can help her through that too, you'll be the wise ones that she turns to when she gets confused about it all. Probably be sat with her like this," he gestured to their little set up as he chuckled slightly. "And you'll probably be thinkin' the exact same thing I do every time. I wanna be there for her. It never goes away when you care about someone, or their happiness."

He gave a slight smile as Nora looked to him, nudging her with affection and warmth to her words. "Oh, yeah. It ain't easy. I wouldn't ever tell you and Tammie that it is. It's not gonna be smooth sailin', but nothing ever is. I just know that we got each other, and that means we can get through pretty much anything that life throws at us. Even if we hate the fact we gotta deal with something, at least we know we can deal with it." he grinned. "I just know it don't feel like it now but it will be okay. There'll be a time you can talk about Taylor to Eden and it'll feel more fond than scary. And that's brave, too."

Sadness hits Nora square in the chest. There's a moment she feels too young, staring down a problem that's far too big for her to make heads or tails of. It's the problem of guilt. Of carrying something that's not even hers to carry. Of holding the knowledge that she and Tammie were the precursor to their mother's loss, and their father and brother's pain. It's the sort of guilt that paralyzes her. Like a dream where she can't move – can't do anything to change what's already happened. There's nothing that could've changed their mother's fate. And, deep down, she knows that they would've had to go back weeks to save Taylor from hers.

"I know they don't think we're like them." They. Them. Humans. Nora looks at her father with a mournful expression, caught in a momentary grief, thinking about her mother and about Taylor. "But we still miss our moms," she says in a small voice, "we still wanna protect our own...ain't that the same thing? Eden's just a baby...she didn't ask to be born into all this." And, Nora supposes, neither did she and Tammie. Yet here they are: alive despite it all. "And now we're gonna have to tell her one day how her mama died...and we couldn't do anything to stop it." She lets out a deep breath, pressing her hands to her face for a moment as she steadies herself, leaning against her father's arm.

"It's just not fair. And it just..." Nora chews the inside of her cheek and shrugs, "it just feels real shitty, Dad....feeling all this." Because she doesn't know how it gets easier but she imagines that their dad understands guilt better than most. Guilt and grief are siblings, Nora thinks, and it seems like one doesn't often go anywhere without the other. "And I wanna believe you...actually...I do believe you," she gives an earnest little nod, "but I think it might be one of those easier said than done things...'cause..." Nora puffs out air, hands flopping, "'cause life hits you where it hurts most I guess."

The what if's kill her, but she knows that her dad is right...they'll make us go mad….this is why people turn to religion. She glances at him again, "Or to their dads." Nora tacks on with the slightest hint of a smile. She wipes at her eyes a little, elbow propped on her knee now, cheek pressed to her palm as she looks at him. "You make all this seem easy. I know it's not but...you do." He made it seem easy and like she could lean on him entirely. She supposes he always has.

[heartshapedwords]

Life’s A Piece Of Pie

>> Pairing: Fezco x Female Reader

>> Plot: Fez is infatuated with the new regular who comes to the store every Tuesday and Thursday.

>> Warnings: Mention of food and Euphoria typical themes. This is pure fluff though.

>> A/N: English is not my first language so cut me some slack ;)

She smells like sugar and warmth. It's the thing he immediately noticed about her the first time she came to the store while he was stocking the fridge. She leaned against the one next to him, trying to decide between regular coke or cherry coke. She chose regular. Fez thought the way she bit her lip in consideration was endearing. She smelled like sugar and warmth and he was immediately hooked on her. The way you get hooked on a riddle, an unsolved mystery. You want to know more. You need to know more.

The first time she comes in he thinks she's either new in town or she has money. He knows most of the people that end up at the store. A new face immediately stands out. Especially one like hers.

Ash rings her up and, as she leaves, she grants Fez a tiny smile as a farewell. He thinks her smile is pretty great.

She comes around more often after that, has a whole little routine. Tuesdays and Thursdays. She buys a can of coke, sometimes two, some salt and vinegar chips, a granola bar (the ones with the chocolate chips) and she always pays with a 20 and tells them to keep the change. And she always smiles and she always smells like sugar and warmth.

He thinks it's a little ridiculous that he's memorized her routine by now. Sometimes when he notices they're running low on chips or granola bars, he puts some behind the counter, just to place them back when he sees her car pull up. Most of the time, when he reflects on his actions, he thinks it's fucking ridiculous. Going out of his way for a girl whose name he doesn't even know. That's some real pussy shit. But then he sees her smile as she picks the last bag of chips from the shelf and it all don't seem so bad.

Sometimes she shows up on Saturday morning, gets a bit more stuff. Enough to feed more people but not enough to make him think she's throwing a party.

She must be new, he concludes after a few weeks. People with money don't frequent his store, not like she does, not to buy snacks and cola. They're too good for his store, look down on it, down on him and Ash.

And it's ironic because those same people have no problem buying drugs from him.

It's a fucked up world where the addicts drive up in their fancy-ass cars and judge the dealer and for what, giving them what they ask for?

It's another Thursday evening, the sun has dipped below the horizon leaving the store glowing in hues of red and blue neon lights. Rue is sitting on one of the counters, stuffing her face with some Cool Ranch Doritos and rambling on about this Jules girl she's so obsessed with while Fez leans lazily against the register.

"And you know, like, I don't really care, right. But it still sucks."

"Yeah fo sure."

"Right? So yeah I don't know -"

He stops listening when the door to the shop opens and a cheery "Hi boys" echoes through the room. She's been doing it for a while now, call out to him and Ash when she arrives. Always so cheery. Like if someone took the sun and turned it into a person. But fuck, what does he know.

"You need help findin' anything?"

"Nope. I'm good."

She never does but he's gonna ask her anyway. Maybe one day she does and then what? It would be fucking rude not to offer his help.

"Keep the change," she says as she hands him a 20, as always, and smiles that damn sunshine smile of hers.

"You gotta stop doin that, ma. One of 'em days you're gonna go broke 'cause of us."

"You keep telling me that and I'll start handing out 50s," she replies and lets out a chuckle. " Have a good night."

And with one last smile, she takes her bag and walks towards the door. Just before the black of the night has swallowed her, she throws her arm up in a wave and calls out "Bye boys," the way she always does but this time she tags on a "Bye, Rue" and Fez's heart starts spreading up and slowing down all at once.

For a moment after she's gone, a heavy silence fills the store, only the low thumping of some 90s hip hop song playing from the one overhead speaker that still works.

And then Rue clears her throat. There's a smug smirk on her face, one that tells Fez that whatever she's gonna say next, he for sure won't like it.

"What just happened?" She asks, eyebrow raised in mock question and desperately trying to suppress a teasing grin.

"Dunno whatcha talking about."

"Um .. that's a lie. You just went all shy and flirty around (Y/N) it was really cute. Come on look at me I wanna see if you're blushing"

(Y/N). He finally has a name. It's a good name, a nice one. As far as names hold any meaning that is. They call his brother Ashtray after all.

"Nah, It ain't like that. She's a regular."

"Okay, doesn't mean you're not into her." He's not gonna deny it. Not because she's right though, it's just none of her business.

"Didn't even know her name till you said it. She in your class?"

"No," Rue lets out a mixture between a scoff and a laugh "she's not in high school anymore, she's like 19 or something."

"So how'd you know her?"

"Look at you wanting to know more."

"Just wanna know my regulars better 's all."

They can both see through his bullshit, he's sure of it, he just hopes that for once in her life Rue will let it go and just shut up about it.

“ Well her parents just took over a diner I uh … go to sometimes. She helps them run it and she makes the dopest pies. SO good. You’ll have to taste them. Actually, you know what, they’re gonna have a booth at the carnival. You should pay her a visit. Try some of her pie. “

And then she throws him a wink in the way that lets him know this ain’t all about pie at all.

“Pie, huh? That why she smell so sweet.”

Sometimes the words just fall out of his mouth, without giving him time to think how they might sound to other people.

“ Have you been sniffing her, dude?”

He can hear Ash laugh from behind the shelf. And yeah, maybe he can’t suppress the laugh either.

“ Eat ya chips, Rue"

It's crowded. She should've expected it really, in a suburb that doesn't have to offer much else, a carnival attracts everyone.

Their stand is at the far end of the fairgrounds, there's a hoop throwing game set up next to them and the teenager attendant keeps blasting obscure 80s techno music.

(Y/N) thinks she might still feel the bass of what seems to be one neverending song, by the time she falls into bed tonight.

Across the way, the Jacobs' chili booth stands grand and proud, advertising the award-winning chili, the best in town.

She doubts that. Earlier Cal Jacobs had made his rounds across the grounds, shaking hands and handing out nice words to butter people up as if winning this dumbass chili cookoff means anything.

He came by their booth too. Introduced himself and the tower of a teenage boy he had in tow. His prized pony, (Y/N) could tell. The golden son. Man, heavy must be the head.

Cal gave her the heebie-jeebies. His smile was too big, too fake. Like a predator baring his teeth, not biting yet but always ready.

He wished them good luck with their "little diner" a backhanded compliment if she's ever heard one. He tried to mask it with a laugh like it was so endearing of him. Maybe he thought so. Middle-aged white men usually do.

The crowd starts growing not long after Cal leaves them alone. It’s exhausting serving them all while keeping a smile on her face at all times even when people are being — irritating. Most of them are nice though and there’s something about seeing them enjoy her pies, something she made, that leaves her happy and fulfilled. People always like to look at her with a mix between resentment and pity. “ Oh you’re not going to university? Just helping at the diner?”. They act like it is something to be ashamed of, to feel less than. But this is what she wants. This is what she’s passionate about. To put a smile on people’s faces with her pies. Share her love through baked goods. And what could be shameful about that?

“ Hi, what can I get — hey. “

He stands there before her, hands in the pockets of his jeans, a tiny lopsided smile playing on his lips. Almost shy. She knows what he does, outside of managing the corner store. She knows what he supplies people with. The movies always make deals out to be different. Big and scary and mean. Out to ruin people's life on purpose.

He’s nothing like that. He’s sweet and attentive and he always saves a bag of chips for her and puts them on the shelf before she enters the store. She’s watched him do it multiple times through the window.

Who does that if not a person with a good heart?

So to look down on him for the services he provides would make her no different from the people that treat her the same.

And god, his eyes are so fucking blue.

“ Hey, (Y/N) (Y/LN). How are you doing? “

He knows her name! He knows her full name! And she didn’t tell him which means he had to have found out some other way.

Her heart speeds up a little, which is terribly embarrassing but what’s a girl to do when a boy looks at her like that, with those stupid blue eyes that rival the bluest summer sky.

“ I’m good. Busy. It’s nice to see you — “

“ Fez.”

“Fez.”

Fez? Yeah, she can see it. It suits him.

“ Hear you like helpin’ your parents with the diner n’ stuff. Heard you make good pies. “

“ You heard that huh? Who said that? Need to know so I can thank them for the free promo. “

“ Rue “

“ Ah, Rue. Yeah, she comes around quite a bit. You guys like —?

She trails off and lowers her eyes, desperately focusing on anything that isn’t him. Today was not the night to break her own heart by asking a question she might not like the answer to.

“ Nah, “ Fez scoffs which calms her nerves a little bit “she like my sister. She’s a good kid though. “

“ She is, “ (Y/N) agrees and looks back up at him and his cornflower blue eyes that reflect the neon lights around him like a kaleidoscope of colors. “ So, what kind of pie can I get you? “

“ Cherry’s my favorite, you still got a piece of that? “

“ Oh I’m so sorry, I just sold the last piece. I still got apple, peach, and pecan though. “

He looks at her like a sad puppy right then and oh god she wants to bake this man a hundred cherry pies just to see him smile.

“ Ah, I’ll take peach then. “

“ That one’s good too, I promise. “

“ I don’t doubt it, ma. How much do I owe you? “

“ That’s $3. “

He pulls a 20 from his wallet and hands it to her as he picks up his piece of pie.  There’s a smirk on his face that she mirrors on her own. They both know what’s coming next.

“ Keep the change. “

She doesn’t want the conversation to end. She doesn’t want him to leave. It’ll just mean the two of them will go back to being strangers, sharing smiles across a cash register twice, sometimes three times, a week.

“Say something, you coward!” Her head is screaming at her. The chance is right there and it will never present itself again, not like this at least.

“There’s your silver platter, girlie. Take the chance!”

“ Hey, Fez I uh —  I can take a break in like 30, to like see the fair and maybe go on some rides. Do you, like I don’t know. You can totally say no — “

“ Slow down, I got no idea whatcha sayin’ “

“ I can take a break in 30, do you wanna hang out, maybe? “

He smiles, showing the small gap between his teeth. God, he really is quite something to look at.

“ Yeah, I’d like that. “

“ Yeah? “

“ Yeah. I’ll just eat ma pie ‘n wait for you. If that’s okay withu? “

She nods and watches as he goes to stand by one of the tall tables set up around the booth. How she manages to work for the next 30 minutes with him watching her, sharing little smiles cross the way, without melting into a puddle, she doesn’t know. But somehow she does.

30 minutes later she unwraps the frilly white apron from around herself, letting the skirt of her yellow summer dress swing around her knees as she makes her way over to Fez.

“ Sooo, did you like the pie? “

“ It was so good, like damn. “

“ Sorry, we were out of cherry. “

Fez shrugs and motions for her to lead the way across the fairgrounds. “ Guess you’ll just have to come bring me some next time ya stop at the store “

“ Guess I will. “

Her mind is already running wild, trying to think of the best and most delicious cherry pie recipes she knows. If she’s gonna bake a pie specifically for him, it’s gonna be the best damn pie she’s ever made.

“ Do you wanna get some drinks or like go on a ride or something? “ (Y/N) asks, hands nervously grasping the strap of her bag.

“ I dunno, (Y/N). What do you wanna do? You been workin’ all night, you deserve to have some fun. “

She’s just content as long as she gets to spend time with him. This is far more fun and far more exhilaration and exciting than any of the rides could ever be, but she ain’t telling him that. She’s not that brave.

“ I’m not sure, I don’t do well with like swirly rides so I’d say we avoid those if you don’t want me to barf all over you. “

“ ‘ight, maybe not then. Don’t wanna ruin ya pretty dress. “

“ You think my dress is pretty? “

“ Yeah. Course. “

She hopes the neon lights masquerade the blush that she’s sure dusts her face in bright hues of pink.

“ You wanna go on the ferries wheel? “ Fez asks and nods his head towards the ride, lit up in beautiful colors.

“ Sure, sounds good. You okay with that? “

He nods bug shrugs his shoulder at the same time “I’ve never been. “

“ Never been on a ferries wheel? “

“ Mmmh. Had — other things to do when I was a kid ‘n then I was too old, ya know. “

“ No, “ (Y/N) exclaims as she motions for the booth attended to purchase 2 tickets. “ one is never too old for a ride on the ferries wheel. And it’s so romantic too, I bet there’s a ton of girls waiting for you to ask them tonight so they can pretend to be scared and cuddle closer to you and maybe kiss on the very top. “

Fez nervously scratches the back of his neck and shakes his head at her words. “ Dunno about that. “

“ Well, I am glad I get to take your ferries wheel virginity. “

She wonders if maybe he’s blushing, it’s probably just the lights though. Just the lights, that must be it.

A few minutes later they’re secured in their seat and on their way up to the top. An ocean of lights and music surrounds them and (Y/N) thinks that this might be one of those moments, the ones you remember for a long time. One where nothing world-changing, earth-shattering happens but you feel so undeniably alive. You don’t just exist, you’re alive.

“How come, “ Fez speaks up, eyes trained on the horizon, “ You come around the store every Tuesday ‘n Thursday. Never seen you before and now I see you twice e’ry week. “

“ I take culinary classes at a school a town over and your store is on my way. “

“ For the pies? “

She laughs, “yeah but not just for the pies. I love working at my parents' diner but I think earning some credentials can’t be bad, right? “

“ Nah, that’s smart. You wanna take over the diner one day? “

“ That’s the dream, yeah. The idea of owning a place that people flock to when they get together with their friends, to celebrate, or even just when they need a pick-me-up piece of pie after a shit day at work. I’d like to turn the diner into that kind of place. “

He listens to her, hangs onto every word as if she’s telling him the secrets to life and the universe and everything mankind could possibly ever want to know. It’s refreshing. It’s wonderful.

“ Do you — like, know what I do ‘n shit? “ Fez asks, nervously brushing his hand across his head.

“ Mmh. I do. “

“ And? “

“ Job’s a job. We’re all just trying to get through, Fez. I’m not going to judge you for that. “

He looks at her, hues of blues and reds and pinks and greens turning the world around them into a masterpiece of modern art. But what really stands out, is the look in his eyes. Maybe, she thinks, no one has ever shown him the kindness he deserves. He looks at her as her eyes are shooting stars and he’s taking his chance to make a wish or two or three.

For a second she thinks he’s gonna kiss her. They’re at the very top of the Ferris wheel and if movies have taught her anything, it’s that this is the moment. The big one. They’ll play a cheesy indie love song and he’ll grab her face and kiss her and maybe, if the movie gods are on her side, they’ll set off some fireworks at just the right time.

But life ain’t no movie. And Fez doesn’t kiss her, instead, his eyes wander to the ground, the ground that is pretty far away right now.

“Damn, I think I ‘ont like heights. “

Softly, as if working on autopilot, her hand finds his and their fingers interlock. A silent promise passes between them.

It’s a “you’re safe”. It’s a “I’m here with you”.

It’s a “trust me”.

The time they got to spend together and the fair was entirely too short. They had barely touched ground again when Fez got a text from Ash and had to dip to get back to work. He hated it but business is business and it needs to be done. He already felt bad enough for having Ash work when he should be out enjoying the rides and eating entirely too much candy, like all the other kids his age.

But that’s just the card the both of them have been dealt and there’s no use in dwelling on it.

At least he got her phone number. She uses way too many emojis and sometimes he’s not sure what her abbreviations are supposed to mean. But she wishes him a good morning and sends a good night text every day, and while he hates to admit it, he thinks that’s so fucking cute. Hell, the first thing he does in the morning is checking his damn phone, not for a text or call about a new deal, no all he wants is to see her name light up his screen.

Ash is leaned against the counter staring down at something as Fez arrives back at the store after another deal.

“ Yo, watcha lookin’ at? “

Ash turns to him with a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

“ Some pretty girl dropped something off for you. I think it’s food. Like, cake or something. “

Like a damn fool, Fez starts to feel his heart beat faster. There’s only so many pretty girls who send him baked goods.

Fez looks at the white square box with the diner logo stamped on the top and a little card taped to it, his name in delicate letters written on it.

“ Made with love. Just for you! “

It’s all the card says. It doesn’t need more. Sometimes the biggest things aren’t those we say. Sometimes it’s the things that don’t need words. They just are. Irrevocable like the crashing of waves, the rising of the sun, the rushing of blood through your veins.

“ So,” Ash asks as Fez pulls open the box and looks down at the baked masterpiece. “ Is it cake? “

“ Nah, “ Fez exclaims and smiles “It’s cherry pie.”

The diner is closed when he arrived the next night, the taste of her cherry pie still on his mind. Like her smile and that goddamn yellow summer dress that made his heart skip a beat or two at the carnival. And like the feel of her hand in his.

He had never felt this way before. Like the world was brighter and happier because someone else was in it. Like a teenager in love.

He never got to be like this, had to grow up before he had even been through puberty. Had never had the luxury of allowing himself to be vulnerable and feel — something for someone.

Maybe it’s time. He might not be good at it, but it’s worth a shot.

She’s dancing along to some 00s pop song, back towards him and rag in hand as she wipes the counter. He almost doesn’t want to interrupt her as she shakes her hips to the beat of the song. It’s funny and precious all at once.

And then she turns around and lets out a scream.

“ What the fuck? “

“ Shit, ma. I’m so sorry. I ‘nt mean to scare you. “

“ Holy shit, hi, “ she says and holds a hand to her chest to slow down her breathing. Slowly but surely a smile finds its way onto her lips. Fez is sure he’ll never get enough of that smile.

“ What are you doing here? “

“Wanted the say thank you. For the pie.”

“ Did you like it? “

“ Best thing I ever had, no kiddin’ “

“ Word? “

“ Word.”

She puts the rag on the counter and unwraps the apron, hanging it on a hook by the door leading to the kitchen.

“ Got you somethin’ “ Fez speaks up and holds his hand out to her. He knows it’s a sad excuse for a bouquet but the store doesn’t usually get a lot of flowers, only selling them every once in a while when some dude fucked up with his girl and needs to do some damage control. “ I know they ain’t the best but — “

“ No, I love them! Sunflowers are my fave,” she replies as she gently takes the flowers from him and fills one of the glass coffee cans with water to softly place the flowers in.

“ Why’d you bring me the pie? “ Fez questions. The words had been ghosting through his head since last night. He got along well with people, was friends with some even but still neither of them would ever bring him stuff, not if they didn’t want anything in return.

“ Cause you said cherry is your favorite and you’re so — so sweet and I felt like doing something nice for you. I like you, Fez.“

“ You think I’m sweet? “

“ I think you are so many lovely things. I wish you could see them all like I see them. “

He can feel his heart trying to beat out of his chest. It’s playing the drums against his ribs. He wonders if she can heart it. He wonders if her lips taste like cherry pie.

“ That was nice of you. I appreciate it. Thank you. I like you too.“

“You’re so welcome. I’ll bake you all the pies you want if you like ‘em that much.”

“ Which one’s your favorite? “

“ Apple cinnamon. “

With every word that leaves their lips, they move closer and closer, pulled together by a magnetic current of what-ifs. What if this is the moment? What if this is meant to be? What if this can be the start of something good, something real?

“ Sounds delicious. “

“ Are we gonna continue talking about pies or are you gonna kiss me? “

Some new song starts playing from the overhead speakers, one he doesn’t recognize but it’s some cheesy indie stuff he never usually listens to.

It’s not like he cares all that much. He hardly takes note of anything around him. Anything that isn’t her.

Her and the way her skin feels smooth and warm against his hand as he cradles her face and pulls her closer. Her and the way she smells of sugar and warmth.

Her and the softness of her lips as they meet his. Her and the goosebumps that cover his arms as she rests her hands on his waist. And how her tongue feels against his and the little sounds of pleasure and joy that fall from her mouth.

She tastes like apple cinnamon pie. Feels like summer and sunshine. Sounds like the most beautiful song he’s ever heard.

And she smells like sugar and warmth and Fez is sure those are his favorite things in the whole wide world.

[rainwingmarvel7]

Hello >:) i saw you were looking for markiplier ego fic requests and uhhhh

since i have thoughts, i'm gonna hand them over to you :)

illinois fic for a genderneutral reader that owns a horse ranch! they're also super into horseback riding and own a beautiful, massive shire horse.

i simply think the dynamic would be really neat

Thanks for the request! Illinois is one of my favorites so I had a lot of fun writing this, and it was some good practice for me to figure out how to write him lol! Also I’ve never written anything about horses before so that was interesting lol. Also I definitely had to rewrite it a couple of times so sorry it took so long to post!

An Afternoon Horseback Ride

Illinois x gn!reader

“Hey, wait up!” you called after your boyfriend, giving your steed a little squeeze with your legs to get him to speed up. You had only had your shire horse, Thunder, for a few weeks now, but you already absolutely loved him. He was big and strong, and gentle when he wanted to be, which was most of the time-in fact, he kind of reminded you a bit of your love.

Up ahead on his own horse, a beautiful Arabian with a sleek chestnut coat named Lucky (who was definitely lucky considering how many close calls there had been on Illinois’ many adventures), Illinois glanced back at you with a grin. “Maybe you should try to keep up,” he teased lightly.

You wrinkled your nose and stuck your tongue out at him playfully, and didn’t bother stopping as you charged past, Thunder’s hooves kicking up dust in Illinois’ face. “Maybe you should try to keep up with me, love.”

Illinois chuckled and shook his head, giving Lucky a quick kick to her moving, chasing after you and your horse. He loved your little banter with him. It was fun and amusing and it made things more interesting. He liked it when things got more interesting. And you certainly made things more interesting.

It didn’t take him long to catch up to you, and soon you were racing along the trail together, neck and neck. The wind blew in your face and tugged at your hair and clothing, and Illinois had to keep one hand on his hat to keep it from flying off at the speed you were both going.

You felt the adrenaline bursting through you, and laughter bubbled in your throat at the pure joy and excitement of the moment. There was wind, sunshine, beautiful scenery, your horse, your boyfriend, and a bit of friendly competition. What more could you need?

Looking over at you and seeing and hearing your laughter, the smile that made your face crinkle up in the most adorable way, made Illinois smile too. He couldn’t help it. He just loved you too much.

But as much as he loved you, he wasn’t about to let you win. He was the Illinois after all, the greatest adventurer of all time, who never lost and was, for the record, an incredible horseback rider. He had a reputation to uphold.

He had Lucky put on another burst of speed, easily overtaking you and Thunder, despite Thunder’s larger size and arguably greater power. Like Illinois, Lucky had more experience with this sort of thing than your horse, although you weren’t quite out of the race yet.

“C’mon, Thunder,” you encouraged, tightening you grip on the reigns as you gave him a little kick of your own to prompt him to speed up even more. “I think it’s time to steal his thunder.”

You chuckled a little at your own pun, because hey, it was a good one, but Illinois did not, probably because you were once again in the lead, and you were nearing the home stretch as you grew closer and closer to your ranch.

“Oh, come on Illy, you can do better than that,” you teased, glancing back over your shoulder at him to throw him a playful grin.

“Oh, I will,” he responded, jaw set, although his eyes were twinkling. Lucky began to speed up again, and soon you were both neck and neck again, just as the open pastures of your ranch came into view.

Seeing this, your boyfriend, not about to let you win, prompted Lucky to go even faster. You didn’t even know how that was possible, especially compared to Thunder’s speed, but somehow, it was. She was going so fast, in fact, that Illinois’ hat came flying off his head, exposing his dark floppy hair, but more importantly, throwing him off guard. The great adventurer Illinois never lost his hat, and if he did, he sure as hell wasn’t leaving it behind.

So reluctantly (although he was still sure he could beat you), he dropped back, hoping to quickly loop back and grab it, but you were faster.

With expert skill, you leaned down to the side, keeping your legs tight and your feet pressed into the stirrup to keep yourself secure, and reached out for the hat as it fluttered to the ground.

You grabbed it just as Illinois started making his way back, swinging yourself back upright on the saddle and putting on the hat for yourself, throwing him a triumphant wink as you rode past.

He stared, mouth hanging open in surprise, as you passed, unaware that he was inadvertently slowing down in his distraction. You were certainly full of surprises, and you looked really good in that hat too. You looked really good. It fit you almost as well as it fit him.

You knew he was was watching you, and you smiled to yourself. Not only were you totally about to win the race back to the ranch, but you also had your boyfriend in awe of you as you did. And that was a rare feat, considering who he was. It made you feel warm inside, and your cheeks flushed a little, although you quickly shook it off. You still had a race to win after all.

And win it, you did. Thunder had had no trouble securing a lead after the hat incident, one that even Lucky couldn’t overtake, meaning you were victorious, and you weren’t going to let Illinois forget about it any time soon.

“Wow, I can’t believe I beat the Illinois,” you remarked as you slid off Thunder’s back and landed on the floor of the barn where you had taken the horses. “Guess that makes me the real greatest adventurer then.”

Illinois scoffed, although he was smiling, swinging one leg over and plopping off the saddle onto the ground next to you. “I was just going easy on you,” he insisted. “Otherwise, I would have won.”

“Mhm, sure,” you muttered in response as he reached out and grabbed you by the waist with one hand, pulling you closer. “You tell yourself that.” You still had his hat on, and with his other hand he grasped it gently, although he didn’t take it off you yet.

“Can I have this back now?” he asked.

“Mmm, I’ll consider it,” you responded, and he made a face. Laughing, you pulled him into a deep kiss, wrapping both you arms around his neck, holding him tight.

At first he seemed a bit taken off-guard, since he still wasn’t entirely used to the whole affection thing, especially when it was initiated by someone else, but he quickly melted into the kiss, both his hands now on your waist, his hat now forgotten. You stayed like that for several moments, absorbed in the kiss, until you remembered you had to actually stop for air.

“Here you go,” you said, a little breathless, placing his hat on top of his head. “We should probably go take care of the horses now, don’t you think.”

You started to step away, but Illinois grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him. “Perhaps. But then again, what’s one more kiss, for the winner of the race?”

You faked a sigh, but were unable to keep the smile off your face and the blush off your cheeks. “Alright, what’s one more kiss?”

Illinois grinned, and pressed his lips against yours, and you were once again wrapped up in the kiss. If this was how it was going to be, you really needed to go horseback riding more often.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

OPEN WOUNDS.

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: how about an imagine in which you an ez fight because of emily

Chapter index

Chapter three ; part one

Chapter three ; part two

Word count: 1.9k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

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Your forearms are supporting on the door, with the open window, resting your cheek there. Closed eyes covered by the sunglasses feeling somewhat relaxed after pass away the welcome sign. Even so, you're pretty excited about meeting this town and meeting other bikers, part of the Mayans family. At the end, they turned you into family too. 

“Teller-Mo—”.

“MAAMAAAAAA”. EZ's voice gets interrupted by another more booming.

Lifting the sunglasses to the roots of your hair, drawing a huge and happy smile on the corner of your lips. As soon  as the car stop, you practically jump off from it to walk fast towards Angel, who is coming with open arms till he have you between them. It's been two days, but it's feels like an eternity. 

“Ezekiel scared me, going to the ranch at night! I thought something bad happened!” You say making some pouts.

“Nah!” He chuckles before letting you go, walking closer to the crew. But you don't see Taza, guessing his in a meeting when EZ carries the backpack inside the clubhouse.

Hugging your boys and being introduced to the Sons', you sit on Angel's lap at the picnic table.

“How was the travel?” Gilly asks having a smoke of his cigar. You shrug.

“I was sleeping till Lost Hills, and then I drove to Stockton. Everything went... good”. You don't want to give it more importance than it really has, but by Angel's gaze you know that he knows his brother screwed up at some points. “Hey, papi, I'm hungry”.

“Oh, really?” The oldest Reyes raise both eyebrows, playing again. That distract him. The guys at the table breaks in laughters.

“Yea'!” You poke his chest with your forefingers.

“Oka', let's find somethen' fo' mama”. Palming your hips to make you get up, he does the same holding your hand with his full of golden rings. “So, wha' did my brother say, ah? Maybe he's the smart one, bu' I'm not stupid”.

“It was nothen', Angel. We were laughing, and he just called me 'baby'. That's all”. He rolls his eyes with a snort, rubbing his forehead. Very typical. “But he took care of me pretty well, you already know how he is”.

He doesn't say anything else about it, leaving back the workshop to find some place where buy you some good food, to regain strength. Whilst he tells you about the party tonight, one of those legendary SOA do with a lot of meat, alcohol, girls and drugs, even if Mayans aren't into this last one more than to sell it. In the end, it's a party and it's gonna help you to calm yourself a little more.

See Taza again, coming back of eating something, makes you fully happy running towards him to be received by his strong arms, pushing you close to him. You missed him, and he did it too. You can feel it pretty well when the man fills your face with a lot of kisses, walking next to Tranq and Bishop.

“All good, kid?” The president asks, giving you a flash hug and leaving a caress on your chin, you nod, being dearly surround by Hank. “If you need to sleep, the Sons' has prepared you a dorm, okay?”

“Good, but I slept in the car. Maybe fo' late”. You reply palming the big guy's chest with a soft smile.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

The guys break in laugh, so you do mixed between Mayans and Sons', lying on Angel's lap with the fifth beer you have drunk in your hands. They're talking about funny and unbelievable anecdotes happened through the years. Having a good time for the first time in many months, being also a little drunk. 

“So, wha'bout my friend Taza and ya', lass? Do ya' have some kink fo' geriatrics or mummies?” Chibs, the SOA president ask, provoking more loud laughs.

“We're more into family stuff”. You shake your head, getting comfy above Angel's leg. “I'm friend of those two shitty guys since ever, they introduce me to the club. And Che and I...” Pursing your lips, you twist a little your neck. “We had a connection. I live with him at the ranch and I take care of the animals”.

“Kinda grandpa, no incest”. The man adds, leaving a caress on your head.

“You're not that old!” You chuckle turning to him for a while.

“And what about your shitty guys?” A young woman walks towards your table, placing her hands on SOA Vice, licking his lips hinting. You raise an eyebrow.

“'Am taken for life”. EZ talks first, without doubting and a firm tone of voice, showing a soft and gently smile.

“But you can take me, bonita”. The tension installed on air for a second disappear when Angel replies, provoking some more laughs, making you getting up so he can have the offered hand by the woman. 

“Com'ere”. Taza says palming his lap, but you shake your head.

“I think it's time to sleep, I'm tired and I drunk enough”.

“Okay, I'll tell you where's your dorm”. He says then throwing his cigar to get up too.

“Good night, guys. Amazing party, president”.

“Whenever ya' need'at, here's your house, lady”. Chibs answers raising his whisky in a soft cheer.

Narrowing one of Bishop's shoulders, you smile at him, before being wrapped by Che guiding you towards the clubhouse. Crossing the hallways, he opens the last door, the furthest room, so that you are not disturbed by noise. Your bag is already there and you also have a bathroom in it, in case you want to take a shower.

“If you need something, call me, okay?” He says holding you into his arms, leaving a kiss on your temple. “It was good having you here. Maybe Bish will let you come with us next time”.

“That would be amazing”.

“Rest, baby girl, you deserve it”.

“Taza”. You say before he can close the main door. “Can you... ask EZ to come?”

He doesn't say anything, staring at you.

“Please... I'm gonna be okay, I promise. He's tired too”. Finally he nods.

You take some advantage, changing your clothes and wearing the SAMCRO big shirt they gave you, 'cause Angel said them that you collect shirts or something like. Everything spins around you, going to the window to open it and let in the fresh air of northern Cali. Getting inside the bed and covering your body with the blankets, you wait for the younger Reyes.

You hear his steps, stopping next to the door for some seconds. Maybe he's doubting. Maybe Che threatened again. But when he opens the door, you get up on your palms between the darkness around the dorm only illuminated by some lights outside.

“I thought you would like to sleep”.

“Yea', but I can sleep in the car”.

You click your tongue, palming the empty side of the bed, before getting comfy on it.

“C'mon, prospect”.

Ezekiel closing the door and walking towards the mattress, gets undressed leaving his clothes on a chair. You make him some space, facing each other above the pillow.

“You drunk too much”.

“Yea', I know... The hangover is gonna fuck me up tomorrow, uh”.

“When was the last time you drunk so much, ah?”

“Dunno'. Three months ago?”

“Yea'course. Sorre'bout that”.

“You hurt me”. You mutter shrugging your shoulders. “But I have so much fun getting drunk with Taza”.

“I'm tryin' fuckin' hard to make it up to you. No matter how much I've to do it”. He says then, pulling away some brists of your hair with a gently touch.

“I know”. And you also know that those words have lifted a huge weight off him.

Ezekiel takes the first step, wrapping your body with his arms to push closer. Your pulse goes fast. You know that something like that could happen, but by the other hand, you weren't expecting. Leaving a sigh out of your lips you surround his neck with yours, hugging you tightly for some seconds as if you didn't see each other in years. And even if you don't want to recognize, its makes you feel somewhat happy again. 

Putting some inches between both, with your heads on their pillow, he has his gaze on yours. His fingertips touring your back softly from top to bottom, once and again, with a calm breath. You're fucking lost in his eyes, as many nights you did before. You could be like that forever with his smell filling your lungs, sinking your face on his neck. Closing your eyes, you let one of your hands travel on his head back and nape in gently caresses, wishing to not fall asleep so fast as always, just to enjoy the intimate moment you two are having. And you know that EZ is fighting against his tiredness to do the same.  

“Do you think... you could forgive me one day?” He soughs then, from nowhere.

Yes, you know you will, but there are open wounds that you don't know how to heal. And maybe he's the one who can take care of them, but, how can you say it? How can you ask him for it? You sigh, resting your dizzy head back to the pillow. 

“You don' have to tell me when it will be”. He adds shrugging. “I just wanna know it to think new plans to bother you, 'cause I'm running out of ideas”.

You chuckle closing your eyes for a second, as he does stirring slightly on the bed.

“I was serious, baby, I'll wait for you all my life”. He mutters leaving a dearly and slow kiss on your forehead.

And you're falling for him again, with those voices inside your mind telling you to keep calm and that you're too drunk to have a clear decision. His lips almost dragging your skin doesn't help, leaving another smooth kiss on the bridge of your nose and another on the tip. Till he reach yours. He just presses them against yours, mildly, inchmeal. Your lips catching his lower in a soft move, tasting him and noticing how much you need him, and how much he needs you.

EZ sighs against your mouth, pulling it away so as not to make you feel pressured. Leaving a last one on your cheek, he pushes you closer ready to sleep for long hours as he couldn't do the last months.

Your phone dings with a notification, making you waking up with a horrible headache hitting your whole body. You growl, palming the bed trying to find Ezekiel. But the mattress is cold and empty. For a second, you think that maybe was an illusion because of the alcohol running through your veins, rolling till your blurry gaze is on the ceiling. Stretching your right arm, you grab your phone unlocking it. But there's nothing on it. Frowning you turn to the nightstand, finding Ez's. You don't want to look. You can't. Even if you know his secret code, it's not your phone. But, shit, you have to look it. Turning on the screen, without moving it, you're able to read the message from an unknown number.

💬: “I have left Miguel”.

[thatsweetsexypsychotroyotto]

I'm Not a Bad Person- Chapter 6

SUMMARY: Troy Otto does have feelings you know. He's in the process of figuring them out; especially when it comes to his childhood friend, Jaymie. Whatever they are, they're rooted deep, and they're growing.

WARNINGS: Language, Warped thoughts, Violence.

WORD COUNT: Fuck if I know.

PAIRING: Troy Otto x OFC

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My plan is to follow along with the events of season 3, but with my OFC involved. I'll veer off plenty of times and probably switch shit up completely. Not sure yet. We'll be exploring different characters' perspectives throughout the series. I'm not great at this writing thing but I try my best. Hope you like it enough. All characters except my OFC don't belong to me.

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Chapter 6

(Jaymie's POV)

The next day, a memorial service was held to honor Charlene- Jeremiah's goddaughter. She was the pilot of the helicopter that Jake, Alicia, Luciana, and Travis were on. She survived the crash, but the dead got her on the way back to the ranch.

To be honest, I didn't like Charlie. She was such a bitch to me. It was because her dad had an affair with my mom, and her parents split up. So she took her anger out on me.

One particular day she was talking shit; telling our mutuals I'd end up a whore just like my mother. That was stupid of her, mostly because Troy happened to be walking by. He turned and made a beeline straight to Charlene and decked her; no questions asked. I laughed my ass off when I found out. Wish I could have seen it first hand.

Naturally, Troy got in sooo much trouble. Mainly because he hit a girl. Pretty hypocritical of Jeremiah, but he was a "Do as I say, not as I do," type of parent. So, Troy was grounded for a month. That didn't stop me from sneaking in to the Otto's house every single night though. I'd take him desert and we'd stay up till 3 or 4 in the morning playing cards and board games.

Anyway, after Charlie's service, it was lunch time. I worked the line with my friend Gretchen, scooping globs of mac and cheese onto everyones' trays. Madison and Alicia were approaching, and I heard a community resident giving them a hard time. I felt bad for them, until Alicia said that people should be harassing Troy instead of them. Madison responded, 'I think they would be if they knew what he had done.' I know what Troy did was fucked up. That won't stop me from defending him though. Nothing will. I guess that makes me fucked up too; and I'm fine with that.

Both Madison and Alicia stopped abruptly, making eye contact with me. They realized I was serving, and that I most likely heard what they said. I tried not to let it show that it bothered me, but I know my eyes looked sad.

Gretchen broke the awkward silence with her subtle humor and kind words. Then she invited Alicia to attend one of her "Bible studies" (which was actually just a handful of our friends getting together to drink and smoke pot). There was no hiding Alicia's reluctance, but Madison practically made the decision for her to go. I'm grateful for it, because I need to figure Alicia out. Is she trustworthy? Could I see myself becoming friends with her?

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About 2 hours later...

(Jake's POV)

How am I going to convince Troy that he needs to stay away from the Clarks? Ever since T.E. began he's been harder to control. I need Jaymie's help on this. She's the only person who has more influence on him than I do.

I find the two of them working together on mending one of the crops' fences. Both their faces are plastered with smiles. They kneel, preparing to wrap extra barbed wire around the bottom of a post. I can't make out what they're saying, but Jaymie throws her head back with a vivacious laugh. She nudges Troy with her shoulder, and he retaliates with a playful shove, causing her to topple over. She counterattacks by throwing a handful of dirt at him. They're honestly adorable.

It's a heartwarming sight to watch my brother in normal-human-being mode; and genuinely happy. Jaymie's good for him. Except on occasion she tends to enable his psychotic side. Though I'll admit that many times his semi-sociopathic behavior has been in her defense. He saw nothing wrong with it when he ki- ...never mind. I don't want to think about that. Anyway, the pros still outweigh the cons by a long shot, and they really are a good match. I kind of thought they'd have gotten together by now.

Troy offers Jaymie a hand and pulls her back to a kneeling position. She tries to wipe the dirt off that she threw at him, but she's actually making it worse since her hands are covered in soil. They're still laughing when I reach them.

Troy notices my presence and his smile falters slightly. "The boar's back. Keeps digging up the fence posts to get to the cabbage. Could use an extra pair of hands tracking it tonight."

May as well cut to the chase. "Stay away from Madison and her family."

"They're my friends."

"They came here under my invite. They trust me."

"They came here not to get eaten. I wouldn't flatter yourself."

Jaymie snickers at Troy's response, then looks at me with a grin she tries to suppress.

"Yeah, but they're staying cause I said I'd protect them- from you.

"And how are you going to do that?"

I knew this would be difficult. "Please don't do this, Troy. Please. I'm the one who still believes in you."

"Well I don't need you to anymore."

"Yeah, you do. If the ranch knew what you really are-"

"And what am I Jake?"

I look to Jaymie for an assist, but she's clearly upset with me. She stands and stalks toward me, grabbing my arm to pull me away from the scene. "What the hell would you say that for?!" She scolds me quietly.

"You know he broke in to Madison's cabin and threatened Nick?"

"And you're dumb enough to believe she's not over exaggerating?"

"Do you have any idea what he was doing at the depot? Do you?" Her expression is unreadable. "He was murdering people, Jaymie; timing how long it took them to change."

She sighs. "Yeah, yeah I know."

"Then why are you standing here upset with me?" I don't understand. She's acting like it was no big deal.

There's venom in her response. "Because of what you said to him back there, about what he is. You act like he's some kind of monster, Jake. He's your brother! Why would you say that?!"

I cannot believe what I'm hearing right now. So much for getting Jaymie on my side. I walk passed her and reapproach Troy. "Do you really think you were helping those people out at the depot?"

"I think I was helping all of us."

Alright. This is going nowhere. Let's try a different angle: "Troy, when Dad's gone, this is all on us. We have to take care of this place. We have to lead."

"Together." His tone sounds incredulous.

"Yeah. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to stay away from the Clarks. Do you hear me?"

"Yep. I hear you."

"Do you mean it?"

"I always mean it, Jake."

There's nothing more I can say. I turn to leave, and as I pass Jaymie, I beg her in a commanding tone, "Please help me with this. I need you on my side. Troy needs you on my side. He just doesn't realize it." She narrows her eyes at me with annoyed inquisitivity. "Just, think about it, alright?"

***

(Troy's POV)

Jaymie's so pissed off at Jake. She's always got my back. It doesn't matter who it is or what it's about. I know she doesn't agree with everything I've done. She does try and steer me in a different direction sometimes. I don't listen to her as much as I probably should, but whatever I end up doing, she never ever judges me. She's the only one. God, I love that girl... Wait, what?

"You alright?"

"Huh?" I didn't even notice she was by my side again.

"Forget what Jake said."

"Wasn't even thinking about it."

"Good." She gets back to helping me with the barbed wires, in silence, until, "Maybe we should both avoid Nick and Madison. Just for now?"

"Nah, I'm gonna have Nick help out with the boar tonight." I feel her looking at me. "It'll be fine, Jayms."

She considers my words for a moment then nods. "Alright. Well, I gotta get ready for Gretchen's Bible study. I'm gonna try and get to know Alicia; see what I think of her."

I give her a half-hearted smirk. "Have fun with that." I'm just bummed out she's leaving.

"I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Later, Jayms." I watch her walk away, lost in the thought I had just a minute ago.

*******

[annaphoenix1994]

Horseshoe Overlook - Paying a Social Call

Four days went by as the coarse ropes dug sores into her wrists and ankles. She was still wearing the dress that she had changed into before her father was killed. She was only offered water early in the morning and food late in the evening. Her stomach constantly rattled, telling her brain that she was on the brink of starving as well as fatigue. She felt utterly weak and severely dehydrated. She leaned her head back as she felt another wave of nausea hit her, wondering if death would be a better option.

"What's wrong? Ya hungry?" She heard Colm mock as he sat in one of the chairs at the small table, counting heaps of money.

"Not too bad," She croaked, not wanting to give up her fight.

"Good, 'cause ya got a few more days," He smirked.

"Before what? You kill me? I can't wait." She rolled her eyes.

"No, before we turn ya in." He replied.

"I'm countin' the hours." She replied, looking up at the ceiling, wishing that those days would never come.

"Boss, you sure this is a good spot?" One of his men asked as he walked into the cabin, looking down at Minnie before giving her a sharp kick to the hip, rattling her wave of nausea once more.

Colm's brows rose as he put down the money he was counting, "We ain't been shot up yet, have we?" He snarled. "Besides, looks like her pa had some money stashed away in the chest there. Looks to be a few thousand." He chuckled, purposely fanning the money in front of Minnie, showing her that it was in fact the money she would gift to her father every time she came to visit, realizing that he never deposited it as it was stolen money.

She frowned as she remembered the thought before her hazel eyes stared daggers into Colm's, "That don't bother me." She taunted.

He pursed his lips as he didn't like being mocked by the only woman he wanted most. He thought twice about killing her himself after he had his way with her, but something about her emerald hazel eyes and her flushed complexion made him rise and he couldn't think of her feeling cold.

"What're we doin' with her?" One of his men asked.

"Few more days and I'll have you and Tom take her to Saint Denis and turn her in for the bounty. That money will be enough to get us outta this dump and somewhere nice. Sell her horse, too." Colm suggested as he finished counting the money before storing some of it in the brick of the chimney, keeping it hidden.

"And you?"

"I'm gonna finish countin' this money here and have a few of my guys follow me back to our other hideout to stash it. A place like this is likely to catch like a torch. Can't have all of it goin' to waste." Colm explained.

"Alright, boss. I'll keep a lookout while you're away," The old man said. Minnie looked at him disgusted as his thin brown hair and thick mustache coaxed his face. His brown eyes had the look of hatred in them as he did his best to be at the top of the pack, earning a special place in the O'Driscoll gang.

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Arthur stretched as he awoke with the morning sun, embracing the cool spring air as it was his ideal temperature. He walked to the fresh pot of stew, spooning his bowl full before getting a tin of coffee, wondering what he was going to do throughout the day. He looked around to see what members were missing as they all had a few side quests and activities to do, seeing that every member, except Trelawny, was not present.

"Mister Morgan," He heard a familiar voice say, meeting him at the table he was eating at, taking a seat next to him.

"Yes, Miss Grimshaw?" He asked.

"Mister Matthews gave me a message for you, he said when it was convenient to head into Emerald Ranch. He's lookin' at a few business things there." Susan explained.

"Okay." Arthur nodded.

Susan chuckled, "He'll find something, too, he always does."

"That he does." Arthur chuckled.

"Well, you be well, Mister Morgan," She smiled.

"I'm always well, Miss Grimshaw." He assured as he put his daily token of gratitude within the camp funds box. With his tin of coffee, he made his rounds throughout the camp, smirking at Kieran Duffy still tied to the tree since they arrived in Horseshoe Overlook. 'He's damn lucky we picked out a tree with shade,' Arthur thought to himself as he walked up to the young man.

"Please, talk to them for me!" Kieran begged.

"You got some speakin' to do of your own... About that old gang of yours." Arthur taunted.

"I said... I told you... I don't know nothing!"

"That's what I thought."

"Woah! Hold your horses there," Dutch intervened as he was accompanied by Bill, walking quickly to the situation, afraid that Arthur was going to start beating the man. "It seems the cat has got our friend here's tongue. I was thinking Mister Williamson could have a word."

"You ready to talk boy?" Bill taunted, puffing his chest.

"I told you, Mister... I told all of you. I don't know nothing, okay? They-They ain't no friends of mine. I just been ridden with them for a while." Kieran explained.

"Horseshit!" Bill hissed, clenching his fists. "You see, we heard that part, so why don't you tell the truth? Dutch, what do you want me to do?" He asked.

"Hurt him so the next time he opens his mouth, it is to tell us what is going on!" Dutch commanded. "Ah, who am I kiddin'? One of O'Driscoll's boys couldn't open his mouth but he'd tell a lie. Screw it, let's just have some fun, huh? Geld him." He said, using his fingers to mimic a scissor to Bill, seeing that he was eager to do the deed.

"Oh yeah!" Bill replied, quickly breaking away to retrieve the tongs from the fire.

"What's he doing? Where's he going?" Kieran asked before Dutch pulled down the young man's pants, exposing him.

"Oh don't worry! They're only balls, boy! Just gonna cause you trouble!" Dutch warned. "You know, in Imperial Rome, eunuchs was among the happiest and most loyal of courtiers." He explained.

"No, no, no, no... You're kidding me right?" Kieran panted, his legs shaking as Bill was coming closer with the hot tongs.

"Of course." Dutch replied.

"You sick bastards! What do you want from me?" Kieran cried, trying his best to keep his legs pressed together.

"Well, you are going to talk. The only question is now or after we got these little fellers off?" Dutch explained.

"Okay! Okay! Listen, I know where O'Driscoll's holed up and you're right, he don't like you any more than you like him. He's supposedly at Six Point Cabin! He's been talkin' about it for months. I'll take you there... Serious," Kieran panted. His eyes looked around frantically, hoping that the men wouldn't continue their torture antics. He looked over at Arthur briefly as he never said a word while Dutch and Bill were interrogating him, regarding the pale look on his face as if he were worried, but he didn't think much of it. "I don't like him. I mean, I like him even less than I like you, no offense."

"None taken." Dutch replied, fanning off Bill to put away the gelding tongs.

"Okay then, partner," Arthur finally said, taking his knife and cutting Kieran free from the tree. "Why don't you take a few of us up there right now. I got this, Dutch," Arthur nodded, jerking the young man along with him as well as Bill. "Should be fun. Alright you, come on!" Arthur said as he shoved Kieran in front of him as he pulled up his trousers, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Bill and Arthur chuckled along behind him as they walked to their horses, "Let's both hope you ain't tryin' to trick us, O'Driscoll." Arthur warned.

"I ain't no O'Driscoll!" Kieran protested.

"But you sure as shit was," Arthur growled. "John, come on! We got a social call needs makin'! Where we headin'?" He asked as his heart was beating rapidly. Six Point Cabin, the same cabin the old man he met in town told him about. The same cabin that he associated with Minnie Barlow as the old man was in fact her father. 'He better hope she ain't dead,' He hissed to himself, taking out his anger towards the young man, still wondering to himself as to why he felt the need to be so protective over her when they never even officially met.

"Up into the hills behind Valentine, I'll show you." Kieran said.

Arthur groaned as he mounted his horse, "John, you take this little rattlesnake with you... Any nonsense, kill him."

"Sure." John replied, also mounting his horse.

"We're gonna pay your buddies our respects." Arthur mentioned.

"He taking us to Colm?" John asked.

"That's what he says," Arthur grumbled. "Come on."

'Off to rescue a damsel in distress,' Arthur thought to himself as he was hoping this ride to the cabin was quick.

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Arthur's heart pounded as they approached the cabin, seeing that it was overrun with O'Driscoll's. He grew angry at what they had done, not even knowing if she or her father was alive or not.

"The cabin's in the clearin' down there," Kieran whispered. "There'll be a bunch of fellers hidin' out there too."

"Are these fellers armed?" Arthur asked.

"Armed. Drunk. Wary of strangers." He replied.

"And Colm O'Driscoll?" Arthur added.

"Oh, he'll be holed up in that cabin. Be passed out, booze blind, likely as not."

"Over there, someone's comin'." Bill warned as he motioned for them all to get down, John doing so by covering Kieran's mouth to keep him from yelling to his former gang.

"So, uh, who's gonna tell him we ain't got nothin' for the pot?" The men heard the strangers say from below the ridge.

"Let me think, the feller that spooked the game I reckon!" The other replied.

"I'm gonna drain it, I-I'll catch up," One of them said, leaning against a tree to relieve himself.

Arthur looked to John and Kieran, "Shh... Come on," He whispered to Bill, sneaking down the ridgeline.

"What're we doin' about the pisser, Morgan? The one by the tree?" Bill asked as they both took out throwing knives from their possession.

"He's yours, Williamson," Arthur directed, watching Bill nod as he easily took out the man before they both moved on to the pair of members waiting on him, also keeping watch on the camp.

"Good work. We movin' on the camp?" They heard John whisper after killing the two guards. "I left our guide up there. He's meek as a little lamb." John chuckled.

"He better be." Arthur growled.

"What about the one on the log?" John whispered.

"Kill him quietly, Marston," Arthur directed. "Get your hands dirty for a change." He teased.

John chuckled as he made his job look easy, hearing a 'Jesus Christ' from Arthur as he witnessed it.

Their stealth killings didn't go unnoticed as they were spotted by a lone guard, triggering the hail of gunfire in the quiet oasis of the wilderness. A few, long minutes later, Arthur finally halted his gunfire, insisting for Bill and John to start searching the bodies. "I'm gonna go search the cabin!" Arthur announced before being shocked at the discovery of Jameson's body hidden in the old wagon just outside the cabin. His heart broke as the old man had so much to live for, yet he wondered if the same happened to his daughter or if she had escaped. As much as he wished to rescue her, his mind immediately thought of the worst. He sighed as he holstered his pistol, walking up the steps to the cabin before being pushed down by the door, greeted by a smirking man and a shotgun barrel in his face.

Arthur accepted his fate as he braced himself for the blast, only to be halted by the man above him being shot. With a confused look, he turned his head to see Kieran shakily holding a pistol, shooting the man and saving Arthur's life.

"You alright?" Kieran asked as he made sure the enemy stopped breathing.

Arthur's breath hitched as he didn't even want to think that an O'Driscoll saved his life, let alone admit it. He lay his head back down, taking a deep breath, "Sure, thank you." He replied sarcastically before groaning to his feet, storming to the young man as he was soon met by Bill and John. "Colm O'Driscoll... He ain't here. You set us up!" He growled. "Come here!" He demanded as the young man slowly approached him with his hands up. Arthur was sure that if he was a dog, his tail would be tucked between his legs while he pissed himself.

"What?" He dared to ask.

"You set us up!" Arthur hissed.

"No, I didn't!" He protested.

"You did, Colm O'Driscoll ain't here!" Arthur argued, aiming his pistol at the young man's head.

"He was here, I swear! I sw- If I was setting you up, I-I wouldn't have saved your life," Kieran pleaded.

"It's a good point, Arthur," Bill intervened, putting himself in between Arthur and Kieran.

"Alright then, go on, get out of here." Arthur addressed.

"Eh?"

"I won't kill ya."

"I didn't set you up,"

"Get lost!" Arthur demanded.

"Get lost?"

Arthur's face wrinkled as he grew angry, grabbing Kieran by the collar, "I'm lettin' you run away now go on, get out of here!"

"That's as good as killing me!" Kieran argued, daring to walk back towards Arthur. "Out there, without you- Colm O'Driscoll's gonna lose his mind about this!" Kieran pointed.

"So?" Arthur scoffed, resting his palm on his hip.

"So I'm one of you now." Kieran addressed, pointing his finger at him.

Arthur sighed, scratching at his beard, "Give me a break. Aright then," He said as he walked closer to Kieran, pointing his finger in his face, "But I'm warning you."

"Oh, I know,"

"Come on, let's get to camp." Arthur directed as his immense heartbreak couldn't dare to handle the sight of a deceased Jameson and Minnie Barlow.

"So you got the cash then?" Kieran asked, stopping Arthur, Bill, and John in their tracks.

"What cash?"

"Yeah, there's usually some cash in the chimney. Colm always talks about it whenever he plans to take over someplace," Kieran said as he attempted to walk towards the house, only to be stopped by Arthur.

"I'll check it! Rest of you boys get to camp, quick."

"See, Arthur, I ain't so bad!" Kieran proposed.

Arthur turned on his heel, "Hey Bill, you tell Dutch old Kieran ain't worth killin' just yet!" The men nodded as they made their way to camp while Arthur was eager to search the cabin for clues of Minnie Barlow, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by the woman herself, tied up harshly to the cot post with her head tilted back. His jaw dropped as he assumed her to be dead by her pale complexion. He lost all moisture in his mouth as he was still shocked. He hesitated to take a step towards her, even though he didn't think she had any life in her. 'Jesus,' He thought to himself, feeling that it was wrong to search the cabin, feeling like he was robbing her.

He slowly moved around the cabin, the two photos on the hearth catching his attention. He grinned as he looked at the photo of Jameson and his wife on their wedding day before looking at the photo of Minnie as an infant. "Minnie Anna Barlow," He said to himself before putting the photo back on the mantle before turning back to look at her still in the same position. "Guess I'll bury you and your pa someplace proper," He said quietly, knowing that she wouldn't reply. He took out his knife, cutting the rope from her ankles before locating the rope tying her wrists together, finding that there was no rope binding her. As he realized what was happening, the cold feeling of a revolver's barrel was pressed against his exposed chest. 'Smart woman,' He thought, his blue eyes meeting her hazel eyes once more. His breath hitched as she was the most beautiful woman he had seen in quite a while, which was a long while. He didn't want to admit that no matter how beautiful she was, she scared him.

"I don't think so, cowboy," She hissed. She recognized his eyes immediately, but she didn't know what he was capable of and why he was there. In a way, she was grateful that he was, even in the unfortunate circumstances that were about to unfold.

"Woah, easy," He pleaded, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Then why are you here?" She questioned, slowly standing to her feet.

"It's a long story," He sighed, shaking his head, hiding his embarrassment by the brim of his hat.

"What? You one of those O'Driscoll's comin' to finish me off?"

"No, we just killed all them O'Driscoll's, Miss," He tried to explain. "I-I met a man named Jameson in Valentine a few days back and he invited me up here to go huntin'. Well, a couple of weeks ago, we picked up a straggler that ran with Colm and were plannin' to use him as bait. We threatened to torture him if he didn't talk and he said that he knew Colm was plannin' to hide out here and I immediately thought of Jameson," He explained, his hands still up in surrender.

Minnie sighed, lowering her weapon, "Jameson is my father. Colm killed him. He was plannin' to turn me in for the bounty. I don't have much to live for anymore, just take me in." She frowned. As much as Arthur would've liked to have eight-thousand dollars, he couldn't bring himself to take her in, especially in such a fragile state. He could tell she was on the brink of personal famine as well as dehydration. "Do you want me to take you in?" He asked.

She nodded as she refused to look him in the eyes, ashamed of herself. He frowned too before daring to step closer to her, "You know what I'll have to do." He stated.

"I don't care what you have to do. Those men tossed me around like a ragdoll and I couldn't fight back. They starved me and tried to take advantage of me, only to beat me harder when I fought back. Please, Mister, swinging by the neck is far better than this pain I'm in now," She frowned, holding her wrists together, waiting for him to tie them together.

There was no way he was turning her in, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He looked down at the sores on her wrists before looking back at her delicate face, "Do you have any more weapons on you?" He said quietly.

She shook her head, dropping the pistol on the floor.

"Turn around," He said even softer, hating himself for even having to talk this way to a woman, especially one he was minorly attracted to, but he shook that thought from his head as he had to treat her just like every other bounty. He had no idea what she was capable of.

She nodded as she did as he asked, turning her back to him, hoping that he was just going to shoot her, but he didn't. She started to sob quietly as she felt his calloused hands gently grip her wrists, gently tying them back together, trying ever-so desperately to not cause more pain to her.

"Thank you for bein' so cooperative, Miss," He said as he started to guide her towards the front door. He was relieved that she didn't respond as the sound of her voice alone made his skin flush. "You have a horse?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah, tied up over there," She replied, her eyes fixated on the ground below. "C-Can I see my father?" She asked. His breathing hitched as he didn't know what to say. "I...Erm, I don't know where he is..."

"I do," She frowned, looking at her feet. "They dumped him over there - didn't even bury him," He nodded as his reply, simply following her to where she saw the O'Driscoll's dump her father's body. He stood back to give her privacy, but couldn't help the burn in his chest as he heard her sob after collapsing to her knees. After a few moments, he slowly approached her, seeing that Jameson's body had already started decaying. If he wouldn't have known Jameson by his mustache and clothing, he would've looked like a stranger. "Miss... W-We need to go. The law probably heard all of those gunshots..."

"Then leave me here. They'll come for me." She cried as he helped her to her feet, noting that she was weak.

"I can't do that, Miss."

"Why not? Have other plans for me?" She snapped. He understood that she did it because she was scared and no longer valued herself, feeling like she had given up.

"No, that's not it. C'mon, let's go," He said quietly, untethering her horse from the tree he had been tied to. "Do you have any belongings you wanna take with you?"

She bit her lip, "His banjo and the money I had left for him. I'll burn it before I let the O'Driscoll's get the rest of it... And some of my clothes."

"Okay, I can help you, but we gotta hurry up and get outta here," He warned.

"This I know," She replied. He nodded as he cut her loose, keeping the pistol he had taken from her in his off-hand holster, afraid that she was going to try to rob him. He helped her grab her essentials from the cabin, especially the two photos that were on the mantle that he remembered. He helped her put her extra clothes in a burlap sack, wrapping the two photo frames in a pillowcase to protect them before putting them in the sack too. She grabbed her father's banjo as Arthur slung the burlap sack over his shoulder, ushering her out the door of the cabin, hearing a few weeps coming from her pale lips as he couldn't understand how hard it was for her to leave her home, especially knowing that her father was still there. "You think you're okay to ride your horse?"

"H-Honestly, no. I don't have enough energy." She panted.

He nodded before turning around and picking her up to place her on his horse before tethering her horse to his own, putting her belongings on the saddle, tethering them with the provided saddle strings. He couldn't explain why he did so, but he had figured it was because he was selfish and craving a woman's attention, even if it wasn't intentional. His action didn't make much sense, but he didn't care. 'At least I asked her,' He thought.

"Alright, let's get you back to camp," He said.

"Camp? I-I thought you were takin' me in for the bounty?" She questioned, confused.

"You thought a lot of things, Miss. Remember when you saved my life on that train?" He questioned as he looked up at her from the ground as he was about to mount his horse.

"Yeah?" She questioned, holding brief eye contact with "the man in blue" as he had verified his identity with her as they have in fact met before.

"Let me save yours."