#im glad you’re enjoying the cowboys

[x-gon-give-it]

Hey, do you think you'll ever finish your spideypool as cowboys fic? This is not meant to be like pushy or anything. I just reread the fics for a second time and remembered how much I love them. So, either way, I just want you to know that I love that cowboy au so so much, it gives me life. You're an exceptional writer! I would give my soul to you (I'm not kidding)

Awww I’m glad you love them!! ^\\\^ I do indeed plan on finishing the cowboy fic, I’ve just got a lot going on right now.

But in the meantime, have an unfinished sketch of the boys:

And yes, I will be needing that soul 🤲

[saberlight1]

exes and oh’s — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, Y/N usage, established relationship, possessive!billy, arguments, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: im starting to think i have a problem.. 3 fics in one day lmfao. this one was based off of this request— thank you anon. i hope you all enjoy this one <33

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Ever since the day Billy had asked you to be his, he had thought the constant bugging of men around you would come to an end. But it seemed to be that the Bonney man only noticed those men’s stares towards you even more.

He sat at the bar you currently worked as he watched yet another man eye you from the corner of the room. It made his blood boil, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip on his shot glass.

“Baby, leave the glass alone.” You teased with that charming smile that made him weak in the knees. “It ain’t done nun’ to ya,”

He put it down, your soft southern accent making his anger simmer down in a instant. “Sorry, honey.”

“What’s got you starin’ daggers over there?” You re-poured his now empty glass with whiskey.

“Them men starin’ at you.” His eyes darkened as he looked at you through his brows, his fingertips circling the rim of the shot glass.

Your tongue darted out across your bottom lip at his admission, his words making a deep want towards your outlaw settle in your gut knowing how protective he was of you.

“They can look all they want, darlin’.” You tried to ease his anger with a gentle voice. “You’re the only one that I’d ever let touch me—you know that.”

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” He murmurs as he leans back, his eyes boring into yours.

“Hey, foxy..” One of the men he was talking about now stood in front of you, slurring his words. “You’re mighty fine, mind if we.. talk somewhere privately?” He winked, making you want to throw up. “I’d love to see how you look under them fine clothes of yours,”

You looked him up and down in disgust. “I’m alright, sir. Got someone else in mind for tonight,” You looked at Billy from the corner of your eye, your cowboy smirking up at you. You sighed as you went to grab the drunken man’s glass to refill—he was still a customer after all.

His grueling grip caught your wrist before you could even grab the glass—almost pulling you over the bar.

“You little bitch, can’t take a real man, huh?” He spat as you let out a yelp, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Back the fuck off.” Billy’s menacing figure appeared from beside the man, throwing the man back by his shoulder, causing him to fall on his ass.

He groaned, but was back on his feet within seconds. “The fuck it mean to you, huh? I wan’ her, so she’s mine.”

The second the man finished his sentence, Billy’s fast fist made contact with his jaw hard, the man being back to his spot on the floor. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ say those words about her.” He hissed, leaning down to place more punches to the man’s bloodied face. You watched in a mixture of horror and admiration—mostly admiration.

The man below him only let out a cackle in return. “Oh, I see. She’s your whore,” He spat blood into Billy’s face, and you swore the whole room stopped at his words.

Billy’s cocked back arm stopped at his words, and within seconds his pistol was pointed at the man’s forehead. “What did you just say?” He yelled. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you—”

You grabbed his forearm, pulling him back up. “Billy, please—” He turned to you, panting as you tried to calm that wild look in his eye. “That piece of shit ain’t worth it, c’mon, baby.” Your eyes flickered between his, and after a moment, he sighed before relenting and putting the gun away.

“Yeah, gotta get your bitch to sort out your favors—” The man continued to talk shit, but Billy cut him off with a swift kick to the ribs.

“Shut the fuck up.” Billy rasped out, looking down upon the man.

“C’mon,” You pulled his hand, taking him to the room in the back. You were glad it was around last call—the bar being mainly empty. You sat him down on some old crates before you turned to grab the spare med-kit you had hidden back there months prior.

Once you had everything ready, you held your hand out, signaling Billy to hand you his cut and bruised knuckles. He did, knowing better than to argue with you on the matter.

Your heart sank in your chest when you first saw them. “Billy, you’ve gotta stop gettin’ into fights over me.” You whispered, your eyes not leaving his hand.

His other hand reached out to angle your jaw so your eyes would met his. “Darlin’, I’m never gon’ stop fightin’ for you. You know that.” He shook his head with a smile. “He ain’t even get a lick in—I’m fine.”

“I know you can handle yourself.” You mutter in reply. “I just don’t like seein’ you hurt. Regardless of how bad—I don’t like it. Nor do I like watchin’ you put yourself in danger for me.” You retort with a pointed look.

His gaze lowered. “Now, lady, let’s not pretend you haven’t done the same. I’ve witnessed some pretty crazy cat fights after hours at the boardin’ house,” He teased, his hand now cupping your jaw.

You sighed, trying to fight back the smile that threatened to break free. “Jus’ please, be careful.”

“Always am.” He leaned forward to kiss the frown off your face, his hands sliding down your body in order to squeeze your hips.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to your body as you smiled against his lips.

He pulled back, leaning his forehead onto yours. You both sat there for a couple of moments, enjoying the comfortable silence.

You placed one last kiss to his plump lips. “Alright, let me see that hand of yours.” You asked, and when he placed it into yours, you got to work. You disinfected and bandaged it to ensure it wouldn’t get an infection. “That should do it,” You whispered as you finished tying the cloth, leaning down to press a kiss to his knuckles. “Thank you for defendin’ me, honey.”

You swore that even in the darkness of the room you were currently in that you could see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I’m always gon’ defend you, baby.” He whispered, pulling you up by your hand to place you in his lap, his arms slithering around you as he placed a kiss to your cheek. He went quiet for a moment before he turned to grab something. You looked at him questionably when you saw that glint in his eye.

He smirked as he placed his signature hat onto your head. “There.” He admired his work as he fixed your hair, styling it to compliment the hat. “That should tell all those fuckers that you’re mine.”

Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip at his words as your eyes flickered between his. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You whispered, the tip of his hat hitting his head as you leaned in to reconnect your lips again.

He didn’t mind—he thought it looked better on you anyways.

[margowritesthings]

The Greatest Gift A Cowboy Could Ask For

a @rdrevents winter gift exchange for @cowboydisaster

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pairing: Arthur Morgan x pregnant!f!reader word count: 3215 words warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, pregnant reader, labour, birth a/n: Bea! i cannot BELIEVE i got you for my winter exchange but i was SO HAPPY when the email came through! I tried to combine all three of your prompts and then proceeded to lie to you for a month about what i was writing for gift exchange whoops

anyway, merry christmas my love! this year i met you and im so glad i did! you're such a lovely soul and such a talented writer and i hope you enjoy this!! <3

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj @inkandbloodbound @counteveryfreckle @reaveries @elifsukirdaghehe @musicallisto

It’s the smell that wakes you up, that sweet aroma you instantly recognise as drinking chocolate. For a moment, it disorients you, because Pearson never has drinking chocolate in, but your eyelashes soon flutter open and your mind registers that you’re right where you should be: yours and Arthur’s shared tent. You’re alone, the bed beside you cold enough to know that Arthur has been up for a while, so you reach over to the gold pocket watch you stole from that poker player with the shifty eyes in Blackwater all those months back, finding the time to be 37 minutes past 9.

“Shit…” You’ve slept in. Normally, you’d lurch up, throwing on your boots and clothes and rushing out to catch up on chores, but you physically can’t anymore. Your swollen belly restricts any and all quick movements, that usual ache waking up and settling right in your spine. It’ll stay there all day, it always does nowadays. 

It’ll be worth it, you reassure yourself, imagining Arthur holding his child, the one you made with him, in those big strong arms, loving it unconditionally, and the ache somehow doesn’t seem so bad, after all. There’s a weird feeling that remains that you can’t quite put your finger on, but you can ignore it enough to get on with your day, you think.

Slowly, you sit up, wrapping a woollen blanket around your shoulders to protect you from the chill of the December air. When Ms. Grimshaw found out you were pregnant, she hounded Dutch until he set you and Arthur a proper tent up, which your eyes scan over now. The cup of chocolate is still steaming and when you wrap your hands around it, the heat radiates through your hands and settles in your core when you sip. It tastes so good, the rarity of such a treat only making it better. You smile to yourself, picturing Arthur leaving it there for you to wake up with and sneaking around as to not wake you, the big old brute. 

It takes you far too long to get ready nowadays, but in time you do, pulling three pairs of socks over your swollen ankles to protect your feet from the cold. Your boots are tricky to get on thanks to your 8 month bump, but you eventually manage to do it and stand up all by yourself. What a morning of achievement. And all before 10AM… just about.

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The snow crunches under your feet as you pull your coat tighter around you and step outside onto Horseshoe Overlook. Your breath dances in the air whenever you exhale while surveying the camp and your brows knit together when you don’t spot Arthur. You can see his horse by the hitching posts, munching from the trough, but Diesel, your own steed, is nowhere to be seen. You’re not concerned, Arthur has started alternating between Diesel and his mare since you became too pregnant to ride him yourself, but that doesn’t stop you from missing the both of them. 

“Auntie y/n!” As usual, you hear Jack before you see him and you just about jump out of your skin when you feel his little arms hug around your leg. You have no idea how he manages to sneak up on you every damn time, and by god does it make you nervous for when your own child can crawl out of sight, but you laugh nonetheless, ruffling his hair like you so often do when you see him.

“Y’alright there, Jack?” You look down to the boy, actually having to peer over your belly to see him beaming up at you. 

“Yep! Santa’s coming tomorrow and mama said if I’m good and I put one of my socks outside tonight I’ll get presents.”  He’s so excited he can hardly stay still, releasing his hold on you to shuffle from foot to foot restlessly. Looking at Jack, you can see your future. You see Arthur reading Christmas stories to your own son or daughter before bed and bribing them with presents every time they misbehave in the entire month of December. The magic of Christmas is alight in Jack’s innocent little eyes, unburdened by any of the shit the adult members of the Van der Linde gang have to worry about. And you just can’t wait to share that magic with your own little family.

“Is that so?” You raise an eyebrow questioningly at Jack, crossing your arms and resting them on your belly gently,

“Uh huh! She said we have to leave room at the hitchin’ post for his reindeer, too. I told Uncle Arthur so he leaves space when he gets back with Diesel.” Now he’s stepped back, you can see just how red the tip of Jack’s nose is, despite the four scarves Abigail seems to have wrapped him in.

“You saw Uncle Arthur this mornin’?” Your curiosity piques at the mention of your husband and his curious ongoings. Jack nods, but looks off to the side, much less eager to talk about this subject.

“Uh huh. But he made me promise not to tell you where he went.” He can’t seem to fight off the smile pulling at his near-blue lips and it's goddamn adorable, but it doesn’t stop you from at least attempting to corrupt this child’s promise, planting your hands on your hips.

“Oh, yeah? What about if I had a word with Santa for you, huh? Ask if he can bring ya’ an extra chocolate bar?”

So this is what it’s come to, huh?

Bribing a 10 year old… 

Forshame, Mrs. Morgan.

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It’s another hour before you find out where Arthur is. Jack doesn’t break under interrogation and you make a mental note to let his Uncle Dutch know what an asset he is to the gang. Pearson makes you bacon and eggs even though you missed breakfast on orders from both Arthur and Grimshaw to never let you go hungry in your condition. The strange feeling from when you woke up doesn’t seem to budge even with a full stomach, but that thought is pushed out of your head when you see a dog, covered in snow, burst past Charles keeping watch and come barreling towards you. You don’t have time to react or figure out what the hell is going on before there are wet paws on your lap and a fluffy, panting smile only inches away from your face.

“MOOSE! Get back here, Moose!” Arthur’s voice bellows through the camp and you can hear Diesel's gallop, but you can’t seem to see anything but dog as the hound in front of you grabs the last piece of bacon from your plate and begins licking your face.

Somehow, Arthur runs over to you and grabs who you assume to be Moose, picking him up with an ease that only his strong arms could take. You seem to be frozen in shock, your mind working triple speed to catch up with your surroundings. 

Okay, what can you feel?

My face is wet.

What can you see?

My husband, holding a 50lb dog like it’s a baby.

What about smell?

Not sure, but it definitely isn’t my last piece of bacon.

“God, darlin’, are you alright? Did he hurt’cha?” Arthur’s concern is evident, wrinkling his forehead with worry as he puts the dog back on the floor, who has considerably calmed now that there is no more bacon. Arthur takes a few strides before he’s in front of you, kneeling beside you to take your face in his huge gloved hands and wildly scan his eyes over your features. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. The only casualty was my breakfast.” At 8 months pregnant, it’s hard not to find that completely and utterly tragic, but at least your baby is safe.

“That damn dog… I should’a listened when the guy told me he’s got a mind of his own.” Satisfied of a lack of wounds to your person, Arthur stands, holding out both hands to help you up too. You fall into his embrace perfectly, finally feeling the relief of the first contact with your beloved for the day. It makes everything feel that much better, that much safer in his arms that you hum contentedly.

“Mornin’, sweetheart.” Arthur whispers into your hair, placing a kiss right atop your head, “Good morning…” you sigh out, basking in the bubble that’s forming around the two of you, as if you’re the only ones in the world. “Thanks for the chocolate this morning.”

“My pleasure.”

You both stay there for a while, swaying in your embrace, until you eye what’s going on around you and have to break the moment.

“...Arthur?” “Yeah?” “Why is there a dog eatin’ one of Dutch’s books?” “Ah shit… Moose! NO.” Arthur all but barks, his arms slipping from your waist to retrieve Moose. He slips a rope around Moose’s collar, which seems to calm him quite a bit, enough to be able to lead him back over to you. Now the excitement has died down, Moose sits beside Arthur, doting up at you with the epitome of ‘puppy dog eyes’.

Alright… it’s pretty damn cute.

And when Arthur sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, you know he’s yours. You can read your husband like a book.

“I, uh… The other month y’said you’ve always wanted a dog, and I figured it'd be easier to get a dog then a baby rather than the other way around and… and well you’re giving me so much this year, more than I can ever repay and… well, merry christmas, Mrs. Morgan.” His nervous ramblings that only you seem to have the ability to enable are a pleasure to watch. They grow your grin by the second, as does the goofiest dog you’ve ever seen smiling up at you. You’re so happy you could burst, though you certainly wouldn’t want to in your state. You’re completely speechless for a second.

“You’re… you’re not mad, are ya?” “I mean, I ain’t never heard’a somethin’ so bold as gettin’ a new dog a month before givin’ birth, but no. I… I love him. Thank you, Arthur.” You reach onto your tiptoes to throw your arms around his neck as best you can with a baby between you, kissing Arthur with enough force for him to drop the makeshift leash in complete distraction. Moose feels his release happen and runs off again, this time finding and chasing Jack around in circles while he laughs madly. Arthur snakes an arm around your waist and you feel your head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck while you watch the chaos. 

“How’re y’feelin’ today? Still achin’?” “Uh huh… But I’m okay. Feel a little weird, but I think that’s normal at this stage.” You reply honestly, feeling the smallest bit of relief from the thumb circling your lower back.

“Well, take it easy, alright? I’ve done chores enough for the both of us.”

“Alright… Thank you.” You sigh, actually rather missing the hustle. You’re a ranch girl at heart who isn’t used to just sitting around, your decreasing list of things you can actually do nowadays getting more frustrating by the day.

“Not long to go now till we meet her now, angel.” “We don’t know for sure it’s a girl, cowpoke.”

“I know… I just gotta feelin’.”

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Later that evening, everyone in camp is sitting around the fire breathing like dragons as they sing christmas carols to Javier’s guitar and you’re tucked under Arthur’s arm, cuddling into him to keep warm. You’re pretty sure Moose hasn’t left Jack’s side all day. Not since he slipped him an entire bowl of stew at dinner, at least. 

The strange feeling of pressure that has been building in your abdomen all day hasn’t yet relented, but you haven’t yet found good enough cause to worry anyone about it. You’re 8 months along, surely you’re supposed to feel weird?

You’re the only one close enough to Arthur to know that he has absolutely no idea what the words to this song are. He’s mumbling along to the general tune, sounding a lot like Uncle’s slurs after a few too many whiskies. It takes everything in you to not snicker at his poor attempt to guess how many of which kind of bird or performer or… maid(?) this songwriter got for Christmas, especially when you’re pretty sure you hear the words ‘seven fish-a-shittin’ leave his lips. 

Everything is one fat man in a red suit away from being the perfect picturesque Christmas Eve, which you’re about to point out to Arthur when the sharpest stabbing pain rips a strangled cry from deep within your throat. Your hands shoot to your belly helplessly, wanting to grip at it to ease the pain but knowing you can’t. The carols are too loud for anyone but Arthur to notice, who instantly crouches in front of you.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He’s panicked, grasping at your arms and attempting to capture your attention away from the considerable pain you’re clearly in. Your face is scrunched up, teeth clenched down in some poor attempt to brace the pain.

“I… I don’t know. It hurts. Feels like pressure.. Right- argh!” 

This time, your cry is loud enough to gain the attention of those around the fire. Javier stops playing and most everybody looks over at you. Ms. Grimshaw and Dutch both stand, concern evidently written in their expression. 

“Is she alright?” Dutch asks,

“What’s happenin’, honey?” Grimshaw kneels beside Arthur in front of you. You try to breathe through the smallest hole your lips can make, focusing on the sensation as much as you can rather than whatever is happening to you. You’re trying your hardest not to worry about the baby, but it’s hard, especially with so many people now worrying about you out loud.

“I… dunno. Hurts.” You manage to get out, finding Arthur’s hand and gripping on it with a downright bruising force.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside and out of the cold, alright?” You nod, feeling Arthur holding onto one arm and who you assume is Dutch on the other helping you to your feet. You lean on them as much as possible and somehow you make it into your tent. You’re laid down on your cot just as the pain begins to subside and your lungs feel like they can open back up again. When your eyelids soften again, you see Arthur’s worried face right beside you, Grimshaw pottering around with towels and Dutch waiting by the entrance to the tent with Dr. Strauss.

“Darlin’? Y’alright?” The sheer intensity of the panic in his voice is almost more than you can bear and you know he’s being plagued by the same nightmare you are right now, just hoping to god or whoever the hell might be listening that your baby is okay.

“Mhm. S’easing now… It just came on real quick, that’s all…” Your breaths are struggled but ever so slightly more stable than before. Arthur’s thumb runs over your knuckles soothingly. 

Over by the entrance to the tent, you see Dutch and Strauss in a hushed conversation that frays your nerves something awful. “What’s happening, Arthur?”

“I… I don’t know, sweetheart. But you’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Enter Dr. Strauss, carrying his medical bag. Arthur stays right by your side as the Doctor sits in front of your cot, mumbling his apologies as he lifts up your skirts and pulls a blanket over your legs.

You’re panicking, not knowing how you know exactly, but knowing that the pressure is going to come back soon. An awful anticipation clamps your hand onto Arthur’s tighter, but Strauss’ head pops up from under the blanket before it happens. Arthur’s head whips around.

“What’s happening, doc? Is she okay? Is… is the baby gonna be okay?”

The second between Arthur’s question and Strauss’ answer lasts a lifetime. It’s an agony worse than anything this pregnancy has thrown at you in all its 8 months in existence. 

“I believe you’re in labour, Mrs. Morgan.”

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It’s a long, hard labour but Arthur never leaves your side once. Not when your waters break, or when he can barely keep his eyes open. Not even when you almost break his hand the first time you try to push. He stays with you. 

He’s right beside you when you start to panic between contractions, tears falling down your reddened cheeks. “It can’t be here yet- we just got a dog and it’s only been eight months and I-I don’t know if I’m ready…” 

But he knows just what to say. Of course he does. He even brings Moose in to say hello and prove he has relaxed a lot since his first arrival.

He’s with you when you break, sobbing that you can’t push anymore, your forehead falling against his in pure exhaustion. “Shut up, stupid.” He scolds gently, earning a confused look from you. “You know damn well you’re the strongest woman alive and you can do goddamn anything. It’s one of the many reasons I fell for ya’. Now push, before I name this baby Hoagy after it’s Godfather.” 

He’s there when she’s born, such a tiny little thing, a month early but just as healthy as if she were overdue. He’s got that smug look on his face when Strauss announces her arrival, the loudest silent ‘I told you so’ you’ve ever seen. 

Arthur holds his daughter in his arms for the first time on Christmas Day, his eyes glistening in the candlelight. 

“She’s… She’s perfect. She’s so perfect…”

Your energy is depleted, truly, after so many hours of labour, but you manage to sit up against the makeshift crate headboard to watch your husband and daughter meet each other.

Her tiny hands reach out for Arthur, holding onto his cheek and if you could freeze time forever and live in this moment, you would.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” Arthur whispers, shifting to kiss her palm, “Isn’t she?”

“I mean… she is, but I was talkin’ to you.” He looks up at you and you decide not to mention the tear tracks you spot on his skin.

“Oh, hush…” There’s an attempt to wave him off, but your shaky limbs don’t quite manage.

“No, I mean it. You… You’ve given me everything. I never knew I wanted to be a dad, but now she’s here and I’m holdin’ her I…” He’s choking up in a way you’ve never seen before. The great outlaw Arthur Morgan, who has killed and robbed and beaten, breaking in front of you in the most beautiful, vulnerable way imaginable. “It’s everything. I can never thank you enough. This is the best gift I could ever get, my beautiful, amazing wife.”

His words radiate through you, relaxing your spine and calming each ache bringing life to the world has given you. You can feel your eyelids get heavier by the second and it gets harder and harder to fight the sleep you so desperately need.

“Arthur?” You’re barely audible, but Arthur is sat close enough to hear you,

“Uh huh?”

“We don’t have to name her Hoagy, do we?”

“We’ll talk about it later, angel.”

[rathockey]

teaser tidbit tuesday >:)

found this in my drafts and im not sure if i ever posted it so. here. have it either again or for the first time LOL

tagged by @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @rogerzsteven @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @honestlydarkprincess

have some missing buck fic - per the results of the poll but honestly i'm glad you guys picked this one this scene precedes a very juicy scene sooo hope you guys enjoy ;)

tagging @diazass @911onabc @heartbeatdiaz @paranoidbean @wikiangela @oliverstaark @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @transboybuckley @prettyboybuckley @messyhairdiaz @housewifebuck

this one's kind of long so i'm shoving it under a read more, forgive me

The pair climbed into the car, Maddie glancing over at Eddie, who hadn’t spoken since they said ‘good morning’ several hours ago. Every mile they drove closer to Buck, Eddie seemed to get worse, the circles under his eyes darkening, worry lines pressed into his face.

They were almost there now, the last leg, the last hour. The sun was slowly lowering, and it felt to Eddie as though it was pulling his heart down with it, drowning it in his stomach. The radio played softly in the background, a slow, sad song that was all too fitting, because of course it was.

‘If this were a movie,’ Eddie thought, ‘we would show up and Buck would rush into our arms, and everything would be perfect.’ And trailing behind that thought was the knowledge, deep in his very bones, that this was not a movie, and this would not be the perfect reunion he wanted, that Maddie and the others expected. The hours, the days, the months between the last time they spoke and seeing him on that TV screen proved that.

Their car pulled up in front of a small, single-story house, the 811 on the front matching the scribbled address on the scrap of paper sitting in the cup holder. The garden was filled with plants, and there was a small gate surrounding it. It looked as though it had been cut out of a magazine, or perhaps a Hallmark film. The sun sunk down, the tops of the trees around the house brushing at it.

“You should go. Without me.” Eddie suddenly blurted out.

Maddie looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes laced with concern.

“Eddie… what’s going on?” She turned the car off, the radio halting and plunging them into silence. “The past few days you’ve been… withdrawing. What are you worried about?”

“Nothing. Really, it’s just- you’re family. You deserve a moment just the two of you.”

Maddie turned fully in her seat, reaching across for Eddie’s hand. His hand was cold and slightly clammy in hers. She could feel his anxiety in his racing pulse, the way he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“You’re family, too, Eddie. No matter what happens, you’re Buck’s family.” She reached, tilting his head to meet her gaze. “You’re my family.”

[noctude]

You were my number one artist!!! My top song for the whole year was Where the Birds Have Gone!!! I love your music a lot and I wanna cover so many of your songs!!! By Cowboy/By Angel is so comforting and i. Im rambling sorry adsdkdhdksbs

I,,, also have a small request, could you post the chords for Lovesick Psychic if you can? I'd like to make a cover of it :3

awehdhdheheh you’re so nice thank you!! i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed and thank you for listening…. i’d be honored to hear a cover! you can ask me for any chords any time.

here are te lovesick psychic ones — they were made for piano so if you’re playing guitar or something you will have to do a lot of chord fudging sorry LOL

[macfrog]

i literally love “cowboy like me”, the details, THE IMAGERY, UGH. i love everything about it, it’s literally published book worthy! anyways keep up the amazing work, you’re amazing and i love you /p MWAH!

MWAH!anon you make my day every time u message im so glad you enjoyed 💛 YOU'RE amazing and I love YOU

[rowarn]

hi my love!!

your könig fic?? omg you’re so good at writing ily so much pls marry me <3 hope you’re having a good day!!

mwah mwah <3

-���� (pls let me be your cowboy hat anon)

HEHE IM SO GLAD U ENJOYED IT THANK U SM WE R NOW MARRIED ACTUALLY!!!

(and sure<3)

[palfriendpatine66]

Your Pal’s Movie Reviews: Jane Got a Gun (2015)

find all my movie reviews here I don’t think this is streaming anywhere, I bought the dvd

The movie: This was a very good western. This has Natalie Portman and Joel Edgerton being bamfs. I somehow had never heard of a movie with the three of them and wrongly assumed that it must mean it’s wasn’t good. Im glad to report I was wrong and thoroughly enjoyed the story here and the shoot out action.

Ewan content: evil mustached cowboy Ewan with a confusing accent is a side note in this film. If you are watching this movie exclusively for Ewan, skip it. He’s got like 5 mins of screen time. If you’re at all interested otherwise he’s a fun cameo. Unhappy ending for our man

[junjiie]

ok got too excited for a sec and unfollowed you ignore that- but long awaited sol opinion time???

batter up wasn’t bad. idm the song tbh and at some point it might grow on me but overall the sound was boring tbh… no hate at all to the girls and stuff bc they’re so young but i feel that the company hyped this gg up for so long and with the reputation of being the next gg up yg after blackpink, the final product is less of a ���this is trash” and more of a “this was all you could really do?” bc i know for a fact they probably have newer sounds kept away in the basement somewhere.

the vocals, rap, and dance are all great. but the main issue is that a lot of them are still minors. mainly the youngest who is 13. her voice will change a lot as she grows older and i hope yt know how to accommodate that properly bc i know for a fact that companies will force artists to sing in a certain range for their whole career bc “it’s what the people want”

i saw people complaining about not having a storyline to their group and tbh, i don’t think a group needs a story to be popular. i get that having concepts like that is what makes k-pop what it is, but if you focus too much on a storyline for your sounds, you lose part of the musical ascent and limit yourself to certain topics. im actually glad in this case that yg didn’t didn’t end up going with a storyline path bc it would restrict them further and with again, how they all are, having to make a concept that will fit the members for the whole long run is hard.

i think storyline are wonderful if you’re able to show subplots and different meanings within the songs without having to stick to that one story; each song is a tale itself. ateez and txt pull these off well imo just bc of the way they storylines are already so complicated, meaning you’d have to dig deeply into things for the lore. it’s not constricted to one side of things. idk if any of that made sense-

the mc was. boring… idk like i feel like the could have done so much more to show case them? the rap line had a good part in the mv where they got more physicality but the vocals just. stood. idk. maybe that’s just my inner performer who was told to use up the stage a lot coming though LMFAO

omg i hope you enjoyed this little spillage of my thoughts. i don’t think i’ll follow baby monster just bc it feels odd? to follow them when again, over half the members are younger than me TwT

ok soju show coming to you… sometime. that channel… always so late to things smh

SOL OPINION TIME!!!! iput my Glasses on and fought away the eepiness for this 🤓

1 - !!! THIS !!! i don’t think it’s a bad song at all. i did think it sounded a little like. quiet? but that’s j me probably ive had my headphones in p much all day at tinnitus inducing volume so. Yeah ❓ from what ive seen most people don’t think it’s bad or anything, the complaint is that it’s boring. like. lazytown snoozefest big yawn boring. they put people through that long of a wait and built up that much suspense and excitement for it to just be. That???? kind of giving low effort laziness i fear.. like at least make it a little bit life changing damn

2 - THIS ABAINNNNN more groups need to start making music for the sake of it being music my god 😭😭 the lore and storylines are cool if you’re into that but if you’re a more casual listener and you don’t wanna get into all the things you feel like you need to know prior to a release bc of all the importance the story has to it then it kinda sucks ??? take sticker for example (ijbol) . that was not complicated intricate story telling . they were cunty cowboys and taeil had a dog

3 - the mv erm… it was there idk 🙁 someone said if u told them it was a nugu group w $10 and a dream they’d believe it and lowk i would too 😭 some bits were cool ig but i was thinking…. its called “batter up”…. so couldn’t they do sth fun and . yk . baseball themed?? taking terminology from a game and then not hsing thatgame j sounds kinda stupid like i get u want them to look perfect and cool but its Right Thre .

THANKU FOR SPILLING UR THOUGHTS BSF!!! sry if i wasnt v coberent im tired lmao. i wont b following them either i j wanted to see what other people thought abt it :o

[kitten4sannie]

aly pls tell me cowboy sannie finds a way to have y/n without the loop 😭😭 phantom mems was so sweet n romantic but i just want san to be happy;; my heart is way too soft for angst (even tho there was only a lil bit) but when he gave his ring to y/n i might have sobbed!! he is literally so husband coded!! i want a cowboy sannie :(

–vamp anon

i actually had this little extra ending thing where modern san and y/n visit the old saloon together as like a little adventure and bc they felt drawn to it. also at the end the bottle falls in the time loop yk but since they’re ghosts the modern versions of them see the bottle falling on its own 👀 here’s the little snippet:

you’re both walking around the old, dusty saloon, wondering how lively it was in the past. “are we sure we haven’t visited this one before??” you asked, standing near a decaying wood chair, studying the various-sized rusty bottles that sat behind the bar. san stood near you, shaking his head, despite feeling the same thing. “no i don’t think so.” you rubbed your bare arms, shivering. “how is it freezing in here? it’s like 80 degrees outside…” and you’re both looking around and a large liquor bottle falls from the bar, scaring the both of you. “let’s just get out of here, okay?” you murmur, looking at san with frightened eyes. he nods, taking your hand, idly rubbing the ring he gave you. “come on, darling.”

so at least they’re together in the modern world 🥺 the ring part made me sob too ughhhhh and he initially gave it to her bc he was planning on just leaving before she woke up but he couldn’t bring himself to do it bc he loved her shdhdhdb i want a cowboy sannie too ;; im glad you enjoyed the story, vamp anonnie!!

[onsunnyside]

Hello!

I’ve been going through your entire library page since last night and I even fell asleep to it😭

Im not sure if I was hallucinating or not but I think you have a sip of one of CEvans characters where they’re your bf and you tie them up but I swear I was kinda delirious last night I had to close at work and I couldn’t remember much after I got in bed 😭

So I was just wondering if I made that up or if you actually wrote that

P. A. You’re an amazing writer ily <3

(( also I think I’m one of your anons but I can’t remember if I submitted my emoji or not so I have to think of another😭 ))

hi friend !! hehe i'm glad you enjoyed my works 🥰 thank you so very very much !! i haven't written an actual fic with that, but I've written a thot or two (i think cowboy!ari).

[kalegreeneyes]

Heyy Ive been meaning to write to say that I read your wolfstar fic and I loveee It . I swear i have been trying to find a good wolfstar fic for the past month and I happened to stumble upon this one , which im so glad that I did .

First of all my heart beaks for Sirius I feel so bad for him , he desperately needs a hug . But I must say that Im a sucker for musician or famous Sirius soo 3>

Secondly James is an angel as always and im living for those tiny jegulus moments . Cant wait to see more do them especially more of Regulus .

Now for wolfstar . They are a mess like always no surprise there . I love the slight enemies to lovers thing going on and COWBOY REMUS just does things to me soo hopefully they figure out their shit soon .

Ill be patiently waiting for the next chapter . Sorry about this its pretty long .

wow!! this is so cool!! thank you so much for your feedback and kind words, it means so so much to me!!! i’m really glad that you’re enjoying it, and i too, hope they figure out their shit soon hahahahaha

[valentinesfrog]

i am obsessed with all of your fics, they are so well written, and even when you claim they don’t stay true to character there is still always elements of them (or at least our similar hcs).

All I wanted to say was i’ve recently caught up with ‘Raise Hell’ (outstanding piece of work btw) and after watching the most recent episode of Mrs Davis, all I need to complete my life is Rita Calhoun in a cowboy hat!!!

Thank you for all of your work, time, and effort. You are one of my favourite writers (ever), and i always get goody when I see an update from you. Spend half my days wondering what’s coming next, or in awe of your writing, or where you thought to take the plot (which always makes sense, no joke)

Thank you for your service

anon :)

hi anon this message made me cry bc i saw it just as i got out of a final and it was such a nice surprise after a stressful test lol. im so so glad you’re enjoying raise hell, thank you soso much for your sweet words. i can’t wait to watch mrs. davis i will be subscribing to peacock soon to get my cowgirl elizabeth marvel fix 💗💗

thank you so much again seriously you have no idea how much this message means to me 🥹

[thetiredstuff]

hi! im glad your exams are over and hope you did well!

i obviously dont know everything thats going on in life for you rn, and youre just a lovely gay-cowboy-destiel icon in my phone, but i recognize you when you come across my dash and i enjoy your tags and takes

i hope you sleep well and when you wake up i hope you get to eat your favorite snack and i hope the world looks brighter

-xo

Hi anon

Im so sorry for the late reply. But thank you so much for your kind message. Honestly it made me cry when I read it. So genuinely thank you. I hope the world treats you kindly cuz you’re an incredibly kind person ❤️❤️

[yutafrita]

HELLO! ive been reading the eternal tragedy and as a cowboy bebop fan its so fun to read

i do hv to say the sungchan in this fic is soooo unlikable at the moment like his likeability is at an all time low 😭😭

yuta on the other hand is so sweet so the vontrast is very interesting im looking forward to hoe this all plays out!

but anyways ur writing style is so good vv enjoyable ill be looking forward to the next update !

Cowboy bebop is my favorite anime hehe so I’m glad you can enjoy the fic w that in mind!!

💀💀💀honestly I’m taking this so well because my biggest fear was that people would not be able to take asshole sungchan seriously. So him being unlikable (for now 👀) is a win! And Yuta my lil baby 🥹 he was easy to write because I tend to write Yuta the same way in my fics. I’m glad that despite sungchan being unlikable you’re still interested in the story and I hope you like where it goes 🫶🫶🫶

I actually already proofed the next part! I need to just actually upload it 😵‍💫so you can see it soon! Thank you for reading and for the message 🥹

[chris-continues]

OK IM NOT A HUGE COFFEE FIEND BUT ILL DABBLE MY OPINIONS IN HERE

Sorry these r all out of order my thoughts are like fucking scrambled asf dude LMAO

Meryl likes hazelnut infused coffee, something dark and not too rich w/ minimal sugar and oat milk perhaps? Probs doesn’t care if it’s iced or not, but she tends to take small sips every now and then and iced lasts longer, so usually iced.

Milly likes something with caramel and she gets a pastry or smth. Maybe a cake pop if they’re at Starbucks, a Boston cream donut if they’re at Dunkin (that’s my personal fav sooo) but she doesn’t really care for caffeine, she’s indifferent towards it. Mainly enjoys the sweets.

Vash also prefers the sweets but likes a classic French vanilla I think ^^ nothing too crazy, but he does like it iced because he has a habit of getting excited and burning his tongue (or spilling it on himself). A bit on the sweeter side, doesn’t really care for what kind of sweetener, basic amount of milk or cream, he’s easy like that. He does love doughnuts, though I’m sure we already knew that.

VASH WANTS A MATCHING PAIR i am debating on what kind he’d have hmmm (pullin up pinterest rn) 

These bad boys and he wears his funky socks with them, occasionally mismatching (which drives Nai crazy) (he finds the shoes tacky) (he owns a pair in white. Because he sticks with neutrals. Because they’re versatile. That bright red he always wears is going to catch up with him…)

Ur so real for the Wolfwood cooking hcs dude he has such questionable taste it’s so random ALSO LMAO IS COLLEGE AU WOLFWOOD JUST ME WRITING UR SELF INSERT?? Wolfwood is so real tbh

I think he also likes to get bacon bits and shredded cheese to toss into a potato. Like if he’s feeling fancy he may even buy sour cream and make this his main meal for like the whole week. Dude makes a baked potato every day. Same toppings. (Meryl questions how the hell he doesn’t go insane)

Milly and Meryl are such amazing roommates dude them being domestic is so sweet (they end up dating) (LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO) (I’ve been debating on implementing Vashwood or not because I am writing reader into this au for drabbles soooo ig we’ll see lol) but they pair together so well. Their decor differs on the side of the room; Milly has her books stacked on her desk with a few mementos from home placed sweetly, funky cowboy hat hung from her bedpost and a few hooks Meryl was sure to triple check didn’t have the adhesive that peels off the damn paint from the walls because she is NOT paying extra because the walls got all dinged up. Milly has a bulletin board her family got for her to stick photos onto, though all of the photos adorning it consist of Meryl’s Polaroids they share :)

Meryl’s side of the room consists of an extension cord. Several. She has to charge her headphones, watch, phone, laptop, this- (me projecting rn ngl) and you’re so right by the fact she likes nothing bulky ish (like the over the ear Sony or Bose headphones) she’s into smth more compact. She has her AirPods case attached to her belt loop 24/7, it makes for a cute little touch.

They have a rug that gets constantly trampled on every time the guys come over T<T Meryl is glad she read up to not get a nice carpet because it’ll get wrecked. She was right.

Milly also has a wii she found at a garage sale that they play Mario party 9 on, it makes for a fun night with some takeout and woo! They’re having fun! Oh god- Nick, that roll totally sucked- HEY DONT ELBOW ME! AAA! -Vash

HURRY UP AND CHOOSE YOUR ITEM -Meryl

The star is over on that side of the map right?? -Milly

(That HC has been rotting in my brain for over a month. A MONTH.)

Milly’s handwriting is sweet and simple. She has the midwestern grandma handwriting iykyk, she saw her grandma/mom’s handwriting and loved it so.. it just kinda stuck.

Meryl’s handwriting is straightforward, it kinda reminds you of teacher handwriting although I do think when she’s stressed or rushed when writing you can tell. Her letters taper off more, it’s a bit more shaky, everything flows together a bit more.

And yeah Nai having to basically parent Vash since they were 16 means getting used to their eating habits. He’s gone over his diet w Vash (since Vash is limited on what he can eat/how much he can eat since it damages his body- medical stuff). Vash teases him on it but there’s a definite line, the worry creasing his brother’s brow doesn’t whiz past him.

He knows he means well and wishes him the best- along with the fact he definitely feels he owes him. They’ve been through a lot together, and something small like this is a way for Nai to show he cares. Hence why Vash always makes time to eat with his brother, even if it’s silent some days. Even if it sometimes feels tiring to have silence, (the need for music or smth lol) they’ll still eat together. On some days Vash will chat with him at the counter as Knives cooks, feeling sort of guilty for his concerning eating habits some days.

He’s trying. For Nai. Some days it’s hard for him to do anything, and he truly feels he doesn’t deserve his brother some days. Doting in his own way.

College AU Thoughts (cont.)

Writing more college au solely because ONE OF THE COOLEST PPL EVER @macncherries did Wolfwood art (here check it out), but have some more random college au thoughts

TAGS: @lune010 @h4venpha @vashfantasy

-Meryl probably has some really nice gel, ballpoint, colored pens that she literally abuses all the time. Sometimes her notes aren’t even totally neat she’s just sleep deprived and highlighting/underlining the important areas of her textbook as she listens to her lecture

-Vash definitely has to listen to audio playback of lectures- does he try to take notes in class? Yeah. But they look like chicken scratch, his handwriting pales in comparison to literally anyone else’s T<T listening while he does smth else really helps w/ how he learns (autistic vash) (cough)

-Meryl and Milly have matching pairs of rip-off Birkenstocks they found at like Marshall’s then saw a pair w a marijuana leaf and Milly went, “Reminds me of Wolfwood!” So they got it (to Meryl’s amusement and dismay). Wolfwood wears them often

-Ok, I’ve been debating on this hc that Vash sometimes gets invited to parties, considering he’s a bit of a campus celeb. Handsome, athletic (tennis player legend), but he can easily get overwhelmed. He’s having fun with the fame for like a good 30 minutes to an hour and then he just kinda tires out more as the night drags on.

-Meryl’s outfits consist of her wanting comfort yet maintaining her usual feminine flair. Yoga pants with a cami and a simple jacket, or on nicer days more of a fitted sweater. Perhaps a jumper and a baby tee/turtleneck underneath- I think when she’s feeling it she def likes Monica Helper’s looks from Friends. A casual, yet still sweet vibe.

-for accessories she probably has an Apple Watch and the staples- hoop earrings, her classic dangle/rectangular earrings, some silver hardware if she’s feelin extra funky and a classic black belt because I do believe she hates it when her jeans are too low it’s a big thing that annoys her to no end.

-On the other hand, Milly’s outfits are less fitted and I think she’s more laid back in her appearance, preferring some of the crew necks she’s collected from several events her siblings have been to or hand me downs from her country family. She wears vintage athletic wear though, it’s cute on her and it suits her well.

-she has a few simple scrunchies she remains loyal to, not wanting to cut her hair short and often tying it up. When she feels more femme she’s got some cute necklaces that pair well with any cute sweaters she has- she also has some maxi skirts she wears too! :) (can’t find an exact image of what I have in mind + I have a 10 image limit on mobile lol)

-Meryl avidly has to live off of coffee. Girl is always so organized but truthfully she’s half alive due to the fact she’s a frequent visitor at the campus cafe and is familiar w/ some of the baristas who often cut her slack if she ever needs a pick me up.

-Vash is like a crazy good teacher, to some people’s surprise. He can word concepts in a way that breaks them down easier, sometimes he even has some little memory hints he uses lol. For any other ND kid in class who’s a bit bashful they usually flock to him, he’s got such a charming aura and never fails to make anyone feel a bit more comfortable.

-Wolfwood teases Meryl for her aforementioned coffee addiction, but I’d imagine he takes a liking to something like a pink drink. Like- usually that stuff is too sugary for him, but smth about it has him coming back for more!!

-Meryl has an array of podcasts she listens to- I think she def dabbled in true crime maybe?

-Milly and Meryl’s shared dorm is actually really chill. There’s some clutter on each side but they’ve got a shared mini fridge (Meryl got it but doesn’t mind Milly using it because she likes her) it’s stocked with pudding cups

-Milly got Pinterest after Meryl wanted to share ideas for food ideas on weekends (they’re both on a meal plan but still need to eat on Saturdays and Sunday’s lol) so they usually end up going out for some cheap takeout w/ Vash and Wolfwood or make something in a rice cooker they found at a thrift store that works kinda ok… for the price they got it.

-Like they’re cutting up spam, eggs, tossing rice on there, some veggies they got and sometimes they splurge on cheap fruit like bananas and apples

-They both like to eat well and unlike Vash and Wolfwood they won’t live off of instant ramen and takeout (although Vash eats pretty well considering he lives with Nai, who makes sure he regulates his diet due to sports and Vash’s long list of medical concerns)

-Wolfwood eats like shit though I’ll be completely honest

-The guy knows how to shop. But he doesn’t want to. So he lives off of cup noodles and old pizza, takeout and shit, and thanks to crazy fast metabolism he works it off whenever he does some form of working out and whatnot.

-Will agree that he has the best of the best songs, his music taste is unparalleled. Like he’ll be busting it down to 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con) by Will Wood from his middle school days then some new metal he’s gotten into (he peeked over Knives’ Spotify playlists) OO OR OR THIS IS LOVE BY AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER (I’m def not protecting w/ what’s on my Spotify rn I’m shit at song names I just know vibes)

-Vash likes hyperpop and rave typa stuff it stimulates his brain in just the right way tbh