#maybe it's cause I'm dutch but the way people talk about these things is very strange to me sometimes

[blessthosewhocurseyou]

Not anti car not anti bike just pro people having options

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Just general Arthur headcannons cause I can't sleep and I'm stressed

WARNINGS!: Fluff, female reader, maybe some smut knowing me so 18+ general feel good things

Tags: @kieropal @mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @cantchoosejust1 @6kaja9

My gif I made that looks like shit lmaooooo the quality dropped EMMINSELY

Arthur loves cuddles almost more than his s/o

He is very touch starved so when he finally gets someone to be with he loves to be close to them all the time

As close as physically possible

Granted he does like his alone time still and occasionally takes a few days out of camp or will sit with you but not quite all the way up your ass

When he is in a cuddling mood though he will crawl into the cot with you and place his head on your chest with his full weight, as long as you can take it anyway

He loves his hair being played with

He will fall asleep to it almost instantly

He absolutely adores the feeling of your fingers threading through it

Sometimes though he likes to hold you rather than you holding him

He likes to feel like hes protecting you, and he likes the feeling of your ass pressed against his crotch

He loves to pull you into his lap when he's sitting around the fire at camp

His favorite thing to do is embaress you, if your face is red he's happy and feels as though his job is completed.

He also loves it when after he's fucked you and he steps outside to smoke for a bit before coming to bed

If you come out in one of his shirts, and just his shirt (or his shirt and your knickers if you're a little bigger in the tummy and taller in the legs)

And you beg him to come back and cuddle you

He can't say no to your face he just can't

You're too sweet

And he loves you too much

Sometimes he comes back to camp with animals

Like a kitten or some shit

And you can't tell him no

Dutch however has no problem telling him to get it out of camp

Arthur is really hot when he cleans guns

You ask him to show you sometime

And hes so passionate about the weapons he uses

Its just so cute to watch him talk for hours about the guns he likes the best and why he likes them the ones he doesnt

But it's also incredibly difficult for you to focus on anything he says

Because he continues to clean as he explains and all you can focus on is his forearms and how they flexed with each movement of his arms

He tries to get you to do it, and he sits behind you and takes your hands in his to show you

The motion is...uh...

Familiar

To say the least

And you def give him a handy later

He has a love hate relationship with dominos

They can be really fun

But hes also more of a poker guy?

So dominos is calm and fun but poker gets people mad and thats more fun than calmly winning dominos

Speaking of poker

You are his good luck charm

And he hardly will play unless you can sit on his thigh

If you're subtle enough you can ride his thigh whilw he plays, just don't do it with Abigail at the table she can tell what you're doing even if you're as subtle as physically possible

He loves kissing you too

Like

A peck

A deep kiss

A regular one

Make out sessions

Slamming his lips against yours

He lovesssss

Any kind of kiss with you

Its his absolute guilty pleasure

(That and getting back scratches from you)

Which if you scratch hid back just right

He will literally

Just

"Oooohhhh yeah...mhm....right there, keep fuckin' scratchin'...Yessssss...."

He literally makes you wanna fuck him

All the time

On accident

He likes to hold your stomach the most

Just cause he can kinda hug you rather than just squeeze something

But if hes in a squeezing mood your thighs are the go to target

He loves the feeling of them and loves being trapped between them more

(He loves seeing his cum splattered against them the most but he's a gentlemen he won't tell you that in broad daylight....he will when he's trying to get you in bed tho)

If you put flowers in his hair he pretends to be grumpy because hes supposed to be a big grumpy outlaw but

He loves it

Lets be honest

He just loves how you always find something to do for him, regardless as to whether its something perminant or not

(Like putting flowers in his hair to help destress)

He also loves laying in your lap, awake rather than sleeping, having you play with his hair while he draws you

His horse loves you more than him

And it makes him angry

Because his horse is supposed to be his horse

Not yours

He brings you gifts

But not like

The typical ones

Like drinks for the two of you, like amazing Wine thats like EXPENSIVE

Its so he can take you out on a date out past Strawberry and get you to relax

He'll get you anything he sees that reminds him of you

Anything

I mean

Anything

The dumbest things

He'll hand you like a little tiny piece of candy

Because the wrapper matched one of your shirts

Of course he gives typical gifts too

Like flowers

And jewelry (usually stolen but sometimes purchased)

He buys you dresses too that he likes

(Lingere too, if he sees it in the window, of course he's nervous to give it to you at first but he will)

He loves it when you wear it

He loves it when you love what he picks out

And when you wear it?

Ohhhhh

It does not stay on very long

I mean

I unless theres a slit where there needs to be one

Then it stays on

But

Otherwise its doesnt last long

Sometimes it does if he's too eager cause he'll just pull the fabric to the side instead of taking the whole thing off.

He hates wearing suits

But if you convince him to

He will

Its the same with nicer shirts and vests, and ties too

But you can persuade him to put on a nice tie and long sleeve button down easy

Especially if you tell him that you think he looks extrodinarily handsome in them

He is a prankster

If you watch him carefully in camp

He causes more mayhem than Lenny or John, or Javier anyone, but he's sneaky about it

So hardly anyone ever realizes its him

But if you watch closely enough

You'll see him do the most hilarous things

Some pranks are smaller than others

Some are bigger

Like theres differences

Sometimes he tosses herbs into the camp pot that'll make the stew spicy

And then he'll sit back and watch everyone panic and rush around for drinks to quell the fire

Or he'll wait until camp is practically empty and unscrew one of the chair legs (usually the ones that Dutch likes to use)

And wait until he can catch Dutch taking a seat

He acts like he doesnt see it

But you can see him holding back kaughter to the point where he almost cries.

He didnt have a pillow before you moved in with him

And you made him get one

You also made him get a bigger and comfier cot because he's been sleeping on pretty much a sheet of plywood for like 15 years

If he cuts himself while shaving you make fun of him but kiss the spot (even though you know thst won't heal it and he does too, but he likes the idea of you healing his ailments)

He makes you get a professional photo done so he can put it on his nightstand and you only agree if he's willing to take a picture with you

He doesnt want to at first

But he's fine after you convince him

By telling him he could fuck you anyway he likes that night

(which I mean usually he does anyway, but the idea of you with your back arched and hands tied behind your back with your face in the pillow does things to him)

He takes the picture with you

Jack likes Arthur more than you

He doesnt say that

But he always asks for Uncle Arthur's help rather than Aunt Y/N

Arthur picks you up from behind and kisses your neck sometimes before dropping you, smacking your ass, and running away

Usually he hopes that you'll chase him

He loves it if you catch him and push him to the ground to kiss him

Massge him

If you though scratch his back did a lot?

Massage it

He'll lose it

"O h...Darlin'...jesus....fuck...yesss...do that....yeahhhh jus'....jus like that girl"

He literally just melts

He'll probably fall asleep if you massage him though

He'll get sleepier and eventually stop speaking but rather his words will be replaced with groggy grunts and groans

That is all for now, brain will allow the sleep now lmaooooo

Hopefully these are fun though!!!!

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Hi can I request 141 + Los Vaqueros + Konig with Dutch!Male reader who celebrates carnaval with them

Basically how the dutch celebrate is to dress up in costumes or be in the Prins/Prinses carnaval basically schools choose somebody to be a prince or princess and minister for carnaval.

Maybe the reader feels sad they can't celebrate it with their family/friends so they throw him a small party with the traditional carnaval clothing to make him feel better?

Anyways thanks for reading my rant I became prince carnaval last week so my dutch brain is breaking-

[A/n:I never knew the Dutch did that, that's super cool, and congratulations i bet that super exciting to be 😊. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:They throw you a traditional Dutch party since you can't be with your family

Type:Scenario:141 + Los Vaqueros + König X Dutch M!Reader, tad bit of König X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

~

The main reason they throw the party was because they seen how sad you looked when you realized you wouldn't be home. It was Alejandro's plan, and Alejandro knows how to party. Rodolfo did research on Dutch party's to tell Alejandro. The Los Vaqueros had everything planned, it would be ready tonight they just need to keep you occupied long enough to set it up. Price and Gaz would take you out for lunch hopefully making you alittle better. You three surprisingly hung out around 3 to 4 hours, due to Gaz asking you all about Dutch party's, to send more information to Alejandro. You were very excited to talk about it.

"Oh my God Gaz I'm gonna have to take you to a REAL traditional party with all my family, you'd love it, also did you know I'm the Prince Carnaval"

Next was Soap, he decided to take you alone. Bring you to walk around the center of town were all the fun stores are, he just picked you up from tour little lunch date with Price and Gaz. You guys almost spend like 500 dollars, in one store. You guys can't be taken to a mall, or free-market that's for sure. But it was so much fun, finding thing that not only reminds you of home, but thing you can decorate your room with, make it feel more homey.

"Oh my, SOAP! Look at this, see how it glows under light. Yeah, i wish I could show my mom, it looks like something she'd put in the kitchen"

Lastly, Ghost and König taking you in the longest way to get back to the base. Just so everyone else could get there on time. König was driving, that eas better for him since he doesn't know you all that well. Well, not as much as the others, he knows you but just enough to be invited to the party. The car ride was mainly silent, there wasn't much to talk about. But you sudden slide to the middle seat, leaning in between the two. Ghost didn't notice you at first but when he did he pushed you back.

"Put your seat belt on! And don't stick your head between the seats, what if we got into a reck?"

You rolled your eyes before buckling your seat belt. Once Ghost seen your seat buckled he sat back in his seat. Looking at König you noticed how he seemed go be voned out, taking this time to get a good look at him. Taking in every detail and small feature, you looked him over a few times just enjoying the view, you've heard he was eye candy before but you never took those people seriously. But know looking him over, seeing how his shirt wasn't covered by gear, and how it wasn't a tight fitted shirt like how Ghost had on, it was nice. His sleeves were rolled up too, causing you to have a great view of his arms. Looking into the mirror next to Königs head(I forgot what it was called)You looked at his mask covered face, all you could see was his eyes but you didn't care, his eyes were a blue, not necessarily dark or light, his long brown eyelashes making his eyes even more pretty with the way they kinda pop out. You wish you could see his whole face but you can't, either way he was still beautiful and you'd certainly tell him. Smiling a lovestruck smile at him through the mirror you continued to stare as you three drove. Soon enough you guys arrived, you still were staring at him tho. Hearing fingers snapping by your head you shook your head and looked over at Ghost.

"Done staring love bird?"

Was all he said before stepping out of the vehicle. You huffed and hurried out of the car. Talking their heads off about your day you didn't even realize what was happening. König opened the door for you causing you to blush abit saying a small thank you, as you three walked to the lounge. You were cut off by cloth being thrown at you. Taking it off and looking up. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand.

"Hurry and go change, your a Dutch prince right?"

Alejandro said with a small laugh. His laugh was cut off with you crushing him in a hug. He let out a small gasp, not expecting a hug.

"Oh thank you Alejandro, het betekent veel voor me"

Alejandro wasn't sure what you said exactly but he's glad he made you happy. You ran off to your room to put the costume on, that Alejandro picked out.

"This was a good idea Alejandro"

Price said patting the mans shoulder. Alejandro gave a nod to the captain, and they all waited for you to return. When you did Gaz made everyone do a clap, for the Prince of course. Today was an amazing day for you. The lunch, the stores, the ride home, and then the party? It was amazing. You told them hundreds of thank yous but you couldn't help it. You'll have to get them all back eventually but how?

~

[A/n:I hope you enjoyed.]

[blorbocedes]

hi nicologist blorbie, i like nico but i find his media personality kinda... too polished? like george russell but with more personality. like he's doing a performance but maybe it's just his overly therapized self-awareness. ur thoughts?

hshdjdj hello anon... welcome to the pantheon of the same complaint nico has faced his whole life 😫😭 from 2013-2016, to all the way back in Williams he was called ranging from "doesn't have a sense of humour/too German" to "too stoic/wooden/PR focused" the George Russell before George Russell. let's break down your question

the 2016 media narrative was actually "Lewis Hamilton parties every week vs Nico Rosberg has given up all pleasures to life to eat oatmeal and train" and their press con pictures were Nico being 😶. couple that when he was put against the other German on the grid, the naturally charismatic and joking seb vet, nico absolutely came across as a stick up his ass.

now, obviously, as you have called me a nicologist I'm going to have a biased take. let's talk about media personalities -- everyone has them. even the most animated of blorbos, daniel playing up being funny, lewis with his peace and love, even fernando refusing to explain what el plan is everytime 😈 (this is a man who owns being a menace)

some people refuse to play into theirs as much, like max, and accordingly the media characterises him as blunt/straightforward/harsh. the media is nicer to you when you work with them, which is why Daniel is such a media darling and the face of DTS, despite not being a top 5 race contender.

nico has always been aware of how he's perceived. there's a will buxton article about it that's pretty fascinating. even before entering f1, he knew he'd be World Champion's Son and his media personality while he was a driver reflected that; diplomatic, uncontroversial, says the right and boring thing (and yes, even lying about it 🤭 my darling care has the receipts). my fav nico moments are when he'd break off it a bit — the iconic "if Lewis wants to change something then he can drive cleanly himself" agdjjd while jenson went O_O [obv media personality =/= how they actually are]

present day nico, as an f1 commentator, I'm very curious what your idea of polished media personality is. cause to me, that means someone who is milquetoast, wouldn't rock the boat, impersonal and says the 'right' thing. nico is the guy who said Ferrari's current strategy team is worse than an F2/F3 team live on air 😭 (as he should), the guy who asked lando point blank what the difference is between p3 and p4 (who didn't know 😭 bless his heart), who said yeah why should max go into a corner thinking lewis is gonna miss the apex

peak rosberg shit stirring hehe

I actually don't even agree with nico always, like for instance when he said merc should've prioritised lewis over george in dutch (?) gp. like don't make me defend george but he was right on his call for softs and prioritising His race, but that's whatever

not a huge fan of the term overly therapized~ cause a lot of Nico insults is "this man needs to go to therapy" and when they find out he HAS they're like "this man has had Too Much therapy" like 😭😭😭 he cannae win...... I do call him the most therapized man of all time, but that's gentle ribbing. when people say it anonymously w/o any way for me to extrapolate intent I'm a bit hm 🤥

cause like if he was saying things like emotional labour and 'speaking my truth' that claim would have more weight... but you know who Would say things like that? [redacted] 🔫

coming back to your question. every f1 driver is doing a performance with their public persona, some are better some are worse. Nico is no longer in f1 as a driver and doesn't need to be careful and measured anymore, and To Me is one of the few fun personalities in f1 as a commentator. you can totally disagree cause it's a matter of personal preference.

Post retirement Nico, having a YouTube channel for Years and playing into the memes (his ig comments are a nightmare of the same equal machinery joke) is perhaps more aware than most how people see him. he also doesn't need to care as much, he can laugh at himself -- at his own expense. he even posted what is essentially a taking L's compilation

if his polished persona is coming across as a cringe girldad who is way too excited about electric cars then by god he's the greatest male manipulator out there

obv if you find him too curated/inauthentic that's your prerogative, but I I would ask; have you actually watched the guy or are you going off public consciousness/someone else's interpretation. i wish he was as conniving and calculating now as people gave him credit for, unfort this is a dude who geeks out over finding a charging station in Italy.

love him, hate him, you can't deny he's fun

[clandestinegardenias]

thanks for the tag, @l-tyrell !

do you make your bed? Mostly! My dog likes to lay on it during the day, and to keep her fur off the sheets it's nice to have it...closed haha

what's your favorite number? vague preference for 711. I was 7lbs 11 oz when I was born, and the last 3 digits of my first phone number were 711, plus like, Slurpees! I was always number 7 or number 11 on sports teams.

what is your job? I'm a sociologist and a professor at a university (assistant professor, but on a tenure track. it is still WILD to me that i landed this)

if you could go back to school would you? if I had time and it was free? TOTALLY. Love school, love learning, I could have majored in a billion different things cause everything was interesting. Maybe physics? I'd love to know more physics.

can you parallel park? sort of? like, I can. and I will force myself to, just because I feel like I should be able to, but it might take me a few corrections

a job you had that would surprise people? tour guide for an historic Dutch windmill, haha. sometimes I got to help the miller sift the flour

do you think aliens are real? yes, but not necessarily in a way we can readily perceive them/a form people generally anticipate. We get too anthropocentric with it

can you drive a manual car? nope! I know the theory, but have never been taught/actively tried

what's your guilty pleasure? probably like...food that is really unsustainably produced but DELICIOUS like idk those giant strawberries grown in California that I can get in the Midwest in February. oh, or almond milk.

tattoos? no, nothing against it, just too noncommittal

favorite color? the color of the Caribbean sea

favorite type of music? i mean my top artists in the past year were Megan Thee Stallion and The Kingston Trio? I like oldies and anything that has a fucking BEAT

do you like puzzles? yes! very unseriously and recreationally, but yes (I am bad at it but I have fun)

any phobias? eternity, can NOT think about it too long or I WILL panic

favorite childhood sport? softball! i liked running the bases and standing in the outfield

do you talk to yourself? internally, ALL THE TIME. out loud when something particularly silly/surprising happens, like I'll just be standing in my yard and go "well that was weird"

what movie(s) do you adore? Some Like it Hot and Lawrence of Arabia are a consistent top 2. oh, and The Blues Brothers!

coffee or tea? tea! i love a yummy coffee latte but the caffeine is almost always too strong for me :( and also TEA IS SO GOOD I'm not mad

first thing you wanted to be growing up? astronaut!! i would still go to space if someone gave me the chance

tags @sunlaire @stormyoceans @apocalypticdemon if you'd like to!

[sbriercollision]

Very relevant for my story as well, since I have Jeffrey Ashraf Singh, a Pakistani-American of mixed heritage (not yet sure what his mother is/was) and someone who, in one of their origin universes is African-American/Northern Irish (which is why they attended Hogwarts) and while this version isn't a major character, that other version matters to someone who is and has to interact with the one who is a mix of two otherworldly heritages with the same physiological result (who attends an Imperial Magic school in his universe), both versions of which are trans-wizard vampires which confuses the fuck out of their common were-phoenix friend who is also different-but-the-same in each universe. I think Sharan was some kind of mix, but I can't remember what (though, I think it might have included Polynesian, maybe Maori?), before she sacrificed herself and had her dragon husband place her soul into a runestaff.

And I'm doing both human & non-human mixes (I have way too many main characters, but I'm not cutting back). I have a hybrid species character raised at different times in their two species cultures and had to find their own place between them. Then, I don't know how to classify Jenny Doctor, since her fucked up regeneration can cause her to be literally two different races at once while the 'old self' dies and is replaced by the 'new self' and she's going to die a couple times. In her case, for a significant part of the story she'll look like she has vitiligo or some kind of human-chimerism. She's technically a Galifrayan/human hybrid due to the QuickClone process, but... other than an extra heart and some extra temporal senses, being able to live for a lot longer, and regenerating a few times, they aren't much different from human anyway. And there's Dabby, who's a lot of things, but started as a mix of feline alien, canine alien, and giant four armed brute alien (Densadron) before incorporating mutagenic insectile hivemind physiology (Zerg) as well.

I've also got characters 'adopted' into other cultures. A dragon adopted by an Ojibwe tribe before Canada was colonized (he still tends to shapeshift into the form of his old Chief who he viewed as his father), and a four-legged feline person adopted by a wealthy human who kept hir from getting to learn much about hir own people, stunting hir growth for many years and forcing hir to go through quite a culture shock when shi finally went to hir people's 'designated home world'. Hmm, and a nanite swarm who chooses to look like his adoptive father's son (as algorithmically derived).

Then there's the characters who I don't know their actual heritage, only some of the characteristics. The Black Flag has 'copper skin' and 'unruly black hair', and given that she's in a 'wild-west' type setting, I assume she'd be played by someone of a 'plains Indian' heritage if her story were a movie/series. I know RetroSpecter is black, but that's about it for her so far. Since Thorn & Dick are very much me at different points in my life, they'd be some kind of English/Dutch/French/Scottish meld. And all I know about Michael's human form is that he's something white that isn't Irish (so he could be a friendly foil for Caleb talking about the Troubles) and he's spent many years in the USA before going to Hogwarts.

I don't think I ever decided on what Clair looked like before she became a brain in a jar, and thus, what she projects with her holograms/virtual reality avatar.

And I don't think earth heritages are still much a concept after thousands of years of the Orokin Empire for my Tenno character Reyvan.

Yeah, I think that's all my human presenting characters, and a few non-human presenting. For any of the others, these considerations just don't make sense to apply at all.

Hi there this is a psa by your local mixed kid

Mixed rep in the media as a whole is kinda a fucking disaster so I'm definitely encouraging people to write more diverse mixed race characters!!! That being said give this handy dandy little guide a read to make sure you have a basic idea of what you're doing. And also. Y'know. Maybe dont make your mixed characters nonhuman. Just a thought

[fictionallymeg]

RDR2 HCS: how the gang would hold your drink

a/n; i'm actually so sorry lmao i've been dead since october but i promise to post more this year!! we can only hope though :P

cw; mentions and use of alcohol, credit to figs for being the best co-writer and motivator of all time

wc; 1237 order; arthur, john, dutch, javier, charles, hosea, sean, kieran, micah

arthur;

mumbles a self deprecating joke when you ask before saying yes

dude hates himself ;( in which he SHOULDN’T!!!

holds your cup at the top (his hand doesn’t go over the top, just chills there)

has it close to his face, god knows why

if it’s at a saloon, occasionally glances around, tells people to fuck off if they look sketchy

gestures to the gun ;)

works every time, scares ‘em shitless

i mean, it’s arthur morgan, no one’s gonna fuck with him

takes a sip before he gives it back to see if there’s anything up with it

at the camp though he’ll glare at uncle trying to steal unsuspecting peoples drinks

says shit like “you had your drinks” cause god knows he needs a limit

john;

pretends it’s his drink and goes to take a sip at times but feigns interruption so he doesn’t

abigail probably throws a sook about it

people stare at him cause the face scars but he probs thinks they’re plotting

he don’t trust mfs

he’d probs spill it at some point

if it’s at camp he’d give it to jack if he needed to go do something

abigail screams at him again (she never stops)

jack is a good boy though and knows better than to drink it

jack knows it’s yours too so he protects it with his life

when john comes back he checks like “everything alright?”

nods his head in approval when jack says yes and takes the cup back

dutch;

he probably holds it by his waist next to his gun

if he’s talking, hes probs waving it around

dutch speaks with his hands a lot so a cup in it? not smart

spilling shit everywhere like be surprised if u get ur drink back at all

he’s a passionate man talking about his speeches and plans

“this time it’s gonna work okay- we’re gonna pack up, go to tahiti”

u probs sit back for a bit longer to see how much more he’s gonna spill

try and con him to buy you another one

finesse him into buying you top shelf whiskey instead of the cheap shit

he’ll pretend to make a fuss over it but in reality he’d do it willingly

why is dutch so overdramatic?? who knows

javier;

sniffs your drink then takes a sip

makes a face to try and stop himself from chugging the entire thing

takes very good care of it, but is tempted the entire time

when you get back, he hands it back, although he feels inclined to ask

“hey..what’d you get? why? it just looks good”

memorizes your response, repeats it in his head on his way to the bar

gets it down exactly

“aye! we’re matching drinks now, see?”

very proud of himself for getting the order right, but also for keeping yours safe :)

probably tries to match drinks with you after this

excuse being “listen, amor, you have good taste!”

charles;

hand over the cup! say no more!

modern au: he’d bark at people if need be

he’d protect that shit w his entire being

there could be a bar fight and he’s in the corner holding ur damn drink

javiers getting beat up again

save his ass? nope.

ur drinks more important (maybe not but u get the idea)

he’s minding his business. this drink is gonna get to you safe and sound.

also naturally holds your drink more often after this

just subconsciously grabs it if you put it down to go do something

angel sent from the gods, tysm charles <3

hosea;

he’s a bit of an old fart so probs keeps away from the bars

if it’s at camp he protects it w his life even if he’s old and wants to sleep early

but lets say hypothetically hes gonna stay up to drink

he’d probs hesitate but would realise how incompetent most men at camp are and be like yeah sure :) v kind man

he’s a very simple man, just protecting it with his life. bessie probably taught him how to be a gentleman so hand over the top no matter what (even tho he does trust the boys, hand over top no matter what)

modern day au: he’s pretending to be your dad to make people fuck off

even if u look nothing like him he’s like “i’m holding my kids drink”

that or he’s pretending to be your /dad/ iykyk

sean;

fucking idiot forgets where he put it

that or he drinks it and realises he fucked up

he’d buy you a new one though

if it’s at camp, u get to watch him run around and look for it (when he finds it there’s bugs in it so he gets u a new one anyway)

or he drinks it to look tough but u see him try n spit out the bugs after

smooth one, sean

depending on how much he likes you romantically he’d probs try and show off

“i got in a fist fight trying to protect your drink. got super intense, kicked their ass so hard.”

the bartender would probably shake his head at you like nope. didn’t happen.

he’s a little irish himbo

kieran;

given how some of the gang treats him (esp mid chap 1), he’s probs terrified

like if it gets spiked he’d think they’re trying to do it to him

he’d be honoured that someone trusts him tho, probs scared ur messing w him or something, probs having some intense inner dialogue about it

would probs be like “i’m holding y/ns drink” so people left him alone and didn’t try anything

if it was at a bar tho he’d be really quiet and just keep to himself like nope. no ones gonna know this is y/ns. no ones gonna TOUCH this drink. no ones gonna LOOK at this drink.

but yk, he’s a bit of a pussy so... he won’t do shit if someone does look at it

someone touches it tho? he’s gonna buy you a new drink and pretend it didn’t happen

he probably wouldn’t even tell you to keep your peace of mind (though you’d notice through his behaviour)

subtly offers to take care of your drink from then on

makes him feel manly when he does :)

micah;

questions why you’d trust him, holds it normally

impulsively spits in your drink

full on recoil, gathering saliva in his mouth. a tsunami prepared for your delicious beverage, its gross, u dont wanna be there

considers actually doing it while he holds your drink

like full on considering it weighing in the options like there’s a devil/angel on his shoulder

does that stop him though? fuck no

he’d do it on your way back too, making sure you’d see it. probably make the obnoxious fucking noise too

wouldn’t even try to mix it so you look down in ur cup and u just see it and ur just like :|

srsly micah :| deadass bro :|

the minute you start on him about it, he turns it back on you for trusting him with your drink in the first place, as if he didn’t just catapult saliva into your drink like those bucket things at waterparks

“at least i didn’t drink it” i’d rather if you did bud

he’d probably get offended if u tipped it out in front of him but honestly .. u expect me to drink that?

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

The money thing (part 1/2) - Daniel Ricciardo

It's always the little things, isn't it? The smallest stupidest things make almost no difference and then make all the difference in the world. They make everything special, but they also have the power to tear everything appart.

You and Daniel fight about money for the thousand time and he's had enough of it.

Warnings: super angst, but with a happy ending :)

Guys, this turned out WAY BIGGER than I expected, so I'm just gonna do a part 2, okay? Okay, thanks for understanding!

Song that inspired me: A list by HVOB

You and Daniel had been dating for a couple months now, having met through a common friend and hitting off almost instantly. You lived in Amsterdam and he, well he lived all over the world really, but his "time off" (meaning not racing) was spent between Monaco and London (for work), and Amsterdam now too, of course.

The changes were small and subtle at the beginning, like your weekends being spent traveling to meet him wherever in the world he was and consequently spending almost all your savings on plane tickets. You never complained to him (you planned on spending the money traveling anyway, so you didn't see the point), but didn't accept when he offered to buy your tickets, either. There's been some awkwardness around the subject but it usually died on its own.

*beginning of flashback*

"You’d have gotten here in time if you'd gotten the early flight like I told you" you remembered him saying that time you got in the paddock after the qualifying session had begun and couldn’t kiss him good luck.

"Baby, I told you. It was crazy expensive! Absurd even!"

"(y/n) for god's sake! What are we saving money for? I told you, you have my credit card number, I've offered to get you one, this is ridiculous, I can't believe I literally earn millions and my girlfriend wasn't there with me because the ticket was too expensive! I'll fucking fly you private if I have to!" he was almost yelling in his driver's room. You could only stare from the corner.

He took a deep breath running his hands through his hair. "Sorry. It's just... it was crap out there. I needed you" you grimaced at his words.

"Sorry. I really am..." you tried to approach him. "I'm here now?" you touched his arm. "It can't have been that bad, you're still on the top 10 and we both know what you can do from the 8th car..." you smiled at him.

*end of flashback*

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

He started to spend much more of his time off with you at your place, so you decided to get a place by yourself (having a roommate was great for company and splitting the rent, but having a roommate there while you guys just wanted some much-needed privacy was not working). Then there were more traveling to meet him, furniture for the new place, clothing for all the events (GPs or not), uber rides here and there... all of that without mentioning that you weren't being able to get the freelance jobs you used to get to make some extra money, so yeah, to say things were tight was an understatement. You tried to do all your shopping alone, so he wouldn't offer and you wouldn't refuse or be awkward about it, but Daniel seem to be glued to you whenever you were in the same city (not that you’re complaining).

The thing is, you always had trouble dealing with money. Sure, you liked to pay for your own stuff so as to not owe anything to anyone (especially boys), but it was so much deeper than that. Ever since a kid, you hated asking for money from your parents, and sometimes even the thought of buying stuff that was a bit more expensive made you sick. You couldn't explain why, you just felt guilty having so much and knowing that most people have never even seen that amount. It's not that you didn't want to spend it and save for the sake of it, you just didn't handle the idea of money very well. Needless to say, dating a millionnaire was bound to cause trouble in the relationship for you.

You were currently at his place in Monaco. It was the summer break and you had decided to spend some days just chilling at home, just the two of you - which you were glad since going out means hair, makeup, clothes, accessories, shoes... and, let's be honest, the kind of places he usually took you is not the kind of places you just throw something together last minute (the Instagram models and other driver's girlfriends looking you up and down were enough to make you think about spending money you did not have to hire a stylist or something like that). The whole situation was really stressing you out and you knew you would have to be honest with him eventually, instead of only dodging the subject and refusing most of his offers to pay. You tried to. You kind of tried. You suggested staying at home, in bed, most of the time, and he gladly agreed, but that strategy wasn't gonna work forever. You had to be honest with him. But at the same time, you knew what he was going to say and do, and the thought of him spending money on you, even if just by handling the restaurant bill, wasn't something you were much more comfortable with. Besides, it was only a matter of time before the "gold-digger" term starts to fly around in the small world that was the F1's.

You were laying on his couch, the Olympics playing on the TV but you were too busy overthinking the money thing to pay attention. Daniel was laying with his head on your lap, absently caressing your thigh and watching the TV. His phone went off and he moved to pick it up.

"Hello?" you watched as he answered the phone. "Hey mate, how's it going? Uh nothing, we're just chilling at home. Getting some rest... Yeah, I'm getting rested, you dirty-minded son of a bitch" you rolled your eyes while he laughed out loud on the line with someone. "Yeah, I know... the 19th is it? No, it's fine. Yeah, yeah. I'll be there. Alright, mate. Thanks for calling. Have a good one! Bye!" he hanged up and leaned in to peck you on the lips.

"Good news?" you asked him.

"Not really. Just wanted to kiss you" he shrugged, smiling. You smiled back and hugged him, pulling him in for another kiss. He was always so caring with you, always finding an excuse to kiss or touch you. You knew some people didn't like it, but you loved it. Physical touch was definitely one of your love languages.

"What's happening on the 19th then?" you asked him once you guys set apart from the kiss.

"Gotta be in London. Gonna run some testings and other boring race stuff..."

"Hum..." you hummed in understanding.

"You know what would make it less boring though?" he asked and you just looked at him, you already knew what he was going to ask you and it wasn't that you didn't want to spend every minute of the day with him, but you simply couldn't afford any more traveling, especially not in such short notice. "If you came with me. Huh? What do you say? A week in the Queen's land? Then we can fly together to Spa and after the race, I can go with you to Amsterdam. The next one it's the Dutch GP anyway, I'll just get there sooner" he laughed. It was crushing you, the man of your dreams was literally beaming at making plans with you, talking about spending the next few weeks glued together and you couldn't say yes.

"Dan, I have to work" you smiled sadly.

"Can't you work from distance? Or, I don't know, I mean... I know it's tiring, but you could come to London and fly home a bit early, then just meet me in Belgium?" great, his solution includes even more flying. And the thing is, you really didn't mind the flying. You always slept during the whole thing anyway, so you never got tired and the jetlag was minimal. You could work from distance, sure. Your boss wouldn't mind, as long as you got there eventually to check in on everything. But the whole logistics were just too expensive. There was no way you could afford it.

"I... sorry, I don't think I can" you said sadly and watched as his face dropped.

"That's fine, baby. I get it. I'm asking too much, all this traveling... don't worry about it" he tried to mask his emotions but you knew better. He knew you could in fact work from distance, so he was probably thinking the reason you couldn't do it was because you didn't want to.

He got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Meanwhile, you couldn't help but bury your face in your palms. This was so frustrating!

"You wanna go for a run or something? Maybe get something to eat?" he called from the kitchen, already moving on from the subject. You knew this whole thing was only gonna keep build up till he got tired of your excuses or you blowing up, probably the former, but you just keep going.

"Yeah, sure" you answered, getting up from the couch.

You and Daniel were both very active so going for a run, hiking, riding bikes, or whatever in the middle of the day was really routine for you. The Monaco summer weather was as beautiful as always and the sun was shining bright. You enjoyed the rest of your afternoon racing each other, kissing in the harbor, and just taking in the views, spending quality time together. Money wasn't even a thing in your bubble for a while.

"I'm getting hungry" he said on the way back home.

"Me too, and I'm super hot. I could go for a juice or something right now" you were all sweaty from the running, but you didn't care, he was too.

"You're always hot baby, I don't think juice gonna help with that" he grinned at you and you just rolled your eyes at him.

You passed by one of his favorite spots for food, nearby his place and he suggested getting some take-out, to which you agreed.

"Green juice, and a chicken wrap?" you tried to decide while the both of you waited in line.

"I'll never understand how you drink that"

"I've seen you drink that too, it's actually very refreshing"

"Because I'm forced to, I'm a high-performance athlete baby. But I'm on a break, so I'll have a coke, thank you very much" you laughed at him. He was holding your hand and tried to kiss you, wrapping his arm around you, you didn't dodge his kiss, you would never, but still laughed at the fact he wanted to kiss the sweaty mess you were right now.

"I'm gross, only you" you laughed.

"That's my baby, with no makeup she a ten" he rapped shrugging and grinning.

"Alright Lil Wayne, I know that one, don't even finish the verse" you laughed at him, making him laugh out loud, getting everyone's in the restaurant's attention.

"It's true, though"

"Sure..." You just shook your head smiling. Then you heard someone call his name.

"Hey! Daniel!" you both turned around to see Charles and Charlotte sitting in a corner, him waving at you two. You had met Charles a couple of times before but never spoke too much to him. They seemed to be leaving anyway, so they walked towards you guys, instead of towards the door.

"Hey mate, how's it going?" Daniel greeted him with a handshake. "Hey, Charlotte! You know (y/n) yet?"

"Hi! I don't think so, hi! How are you?" she greeted you smiling.

"Hi! Nice to meet you. Hi, Charles!" you said.

"Hey, (y/n). You're keeping him in line during the break? Char won't let me cheat my diet either" he laughed.

"Oh, that ship has sailed long ago! Daniel will just roll into the paddock if it's up to him" you laughed back.

"Hey! I think I've earned the right to some extra calories, we've been working out extra hard lately" Daniel said waving his eyebrows suggestively, making Charlotte giggle, Charles rolls his eyes and you go even redder than you were from the actual workout, while he just laughed out loud.

"I don't even want to know" Charles said. "Always great running into you mate" he was getting ready to say goodbye.

"Are we seeing you guys tomorrow?" Charlotte asked you.

"Tomorrow?" you asked her.

"Stefano's birthday" she said like it was obvious. Stefano Domenicali was the President and CEO of Formula 1, but you didn't know that yet - still, her tone made it seems like it was someone Daniel knew, so you just looked at him. He just rubbed his neck, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh, wait. Please tell me I didn't just said something I shouldn't" she looked at Charles.

"No, no. He invited me. Us, actually" Daniel reassured her. "I don't think we're going though, forgot to mention to you" he said looking at you.

"Uh mate, I wouldn't skip that if I were you. He didn't even invite all the drivers I heard" Charles said. "Maybe just stop by to say hello?"

"Stop by... a yacht... at the sea?" Charlotte said grinning at him. Daniel looked at you.

"You feel like going? It should be fun" he asked you.

"Sounds fancy... I mean, I don't mind if you go" you said.

"Common... I’m not going alone" he nudged you.

"I don't even have anything to wear, Dan" you told him.

"Oh! We can go shopping together!" Charlotte said and you had almost forgotten they were still there.

"Perfect!" Daniel answered for you. You could only imagine the types of stores she shopped.

"Tomorrow morning, then? Daniel can text your address to Charles for me? I'll pick you up!" she was being really nice about it.

"I thought you wanted to go today?" Charles said.

"That's when I thought I would have to go shopping with you, so I could use the extra time since you're the worst shopping partner ever!" she laughed at him.

"Burn!" Daniel laughed.

"His fashion taste is not the most reliable, let's face it" she laughed and kissed his cheek. "It's a date then (y/n)?" she looked expectantly at you. You didn't want to let her down, it was so hard to make friends with the girlfriends of other drivers, they were usually so... not nice. You could always just help her and find something to wear in your own stuff later.

"Yeah, sure! See you tomorrow, at 10?" you said simply.

"Perfect!" she beamed.

>>> end of part 1 <<<

[scarfacemarston]

Hi-hi! Just saw your vent post here, I'm so sorry you have to go through this, esp right before holidays. :/ As a distraction and if you'd be interested, maybe you could share your thoughts on what the hell Dutch was doing after 1899 till 1907? I know you write mostly about Abi&John, but I feel like you have a good grasp of characters in RDR, which is not blurred with fanon perceptions. I have a hard time imagining Dutch keeping low & surviving in the wilderness on his own, yet I don't think he could go around people unnoticed. He is quite a "colourful character" and the word that he's alive would spread fast. Plus his "all I did was fight" take on life makes me DoUbT even more that he could hold still for so long. Thank you! 🖤

Oh I'll write for anyone in terms of meta and history goes, It's just creatively, I don't have enough energy and I'm unsure if I still have the ability to "voice" the characters correctly. I have some of my other writing on my masterlist but well...most of my writing could use some editing. Anyhow, thank you so much. You’re too kind. To start, think it is totally fine to have headcanons and I never want to get in the way of those, but if someone wants a realistic answer to what happened - I look at the source material and only the source material. Which is why I sometimes get annoyed when people INISIST their headcanon is fact because that’s not what a headcanon is.  As you said, Dutch needs attention. He can't live happily without it. It doesn't matter if it's one person, 2, 3, or 20 or 50. He needs it somewhere somehow. Now that is normal for people, but Dutch is very much someone who needs it to thrive.  That is how he has always been whether he’s using the “romance of Evelyn Miller” or not -John bluntly says he was egotistical andr relied on the gang to feed him before we even have seen a wanted poster of him in rdr 1.

 Back to Dutch, he is very clever and an expert at avoiding the law and always has been. He’s the type to make an appearance to cause trouble and gain attention and then disappear like a cloud of smoke. So I think as long as he has the attention of at least one person, that slows him down a little. Micah easily feeds into that so he can manipulate Dutch in a lot of ways, but Dutch probably knows this and can put him in line in some ways. Dutch had to, I don’t see him following Micah like that - just his “suggestions”. 

With the knowledge of both games, I think he traveled with Micah for years, the events of the epilogue occur and THEN catches up with Bill and Javier for a while. 

When you talk to the Pinkertons in chapter 3 of RDR 1, they get pissy that they didn’t listen to the rumors that Dutch was outside of Blackwater near Manzinita  not just the entire time in the game - but for years  in the mountains with his own gang in Cochinay, so it’s possible he already met up with Javier and Bill and left with Micah. IDK but I think that’s where Dutch went after the epilogue. I spent some time writing until 1911 and then I saw your post said 1907. If you want to read what else I wrote, feel free to; if not, that’s okay, too! 

People do not take John seriously when it comes to Dutch’s personality or who he or Dutch is in rdr 1 which is frustrating when many people haven’t even played rdr 1 to even know how Javier, John, Abigail, Dutch and Bill are. A lot of people don’t want to accept that their character of choice was darker or more jaded than their rdr 2 counterpart but that is how it was written originally. I don’t understand why people don’t trust the original protagonist who grew up with him. Bill, and Javier have less than 5 minutes each of screen time to the point that I’ve written Javier’s script. So people not at least acknowledging what John says makes zero sense. Again, headcanon is a very different thing. When Dutch catches up with Bill and Javier whether it’s with Micah before 1907 or not -  Regardless, it sounds to me that Javier became disillusioned with Dutch and Bill’s actions and became a wanderer / bounty hunter in Mexico. The game cannot stress enough how cruel and ruthless Bill and Dutch become to the point that some of their scenes were nearly blocked because RockStar couldn’t release the game unless they changed it. I think it says a lot about Javier that he left on his own after that. It makes Javier’s story so much more tragic.   That’s what all the locals say. Bill goes to New Austin to start his own nasty gang but Javier does shield him again anyway. I don’t know how recently Javier saw  Dutch. He tries to tell John that Dutch is in South America and will take him but is obviously lying. I think that it was still was out of a sense of loyalty even if they weren’t together. Either way, when you talk to the Pinkertons in chapter 3 of RDR 1, they get pissy that they didn’t listen to the rumors that Dutch was outside of Blackwater near Manzinita  not just the entire time in the game - but for years  in the mountains with his own gang in Cochinay. This is 1911.

[weareallstoriesintheend]

A writing request: Protective Clyde rescues reader from a guy being a little too handsy at the bar. Makes sure reader gets home safely. Super fluff/protective Clyde. Maybe ends with a 'thank you' kiss on the cheek. Annnddd I'm already crying thinking about you writing this

Safe & Sound (Reader x Clyde Logan) 

Note: For you @ladyinwriting18? Anything! 🥰

Part 1 of the Safe & Sound Series. Here is Part 2 & 3

Warnings: Creepy misogynistic bullshit. But also the fluffiest of fluff!  

Words: 2,407 

Smutty Part 2 - HERE

The smell of whiskey breath ghosting over your face made your stomach turn. You were just trying to have a quiet drink at the ‘Duck Tape’ after a long day at work and all of a sudden you were having your evening ruined by some overbearing guy with half a bottle of dutch courage behind him. “Seriously, I’m okay thank you” you said politely, trying to catch the eye of anyone who could get this guy off you. You were not one to be polite to guys that harass you usually but something about this guy’s overly aggressive lean towards you had put you on edge. All sorts of images and scenarios were flashing through your mind and your heart was starting to hammer in your chest. But just like always, just like you were taught from the time you can walk, you played it off by smiling sweetly and being as polite as possible. Annoyingly you’d chosen to sit in the back corner of the bar tonight so you had nowhere to go but past him. Your dress was high up on your thigh and you tried, subtly, to pull it down.   “Nah, come on sweetheart” he said with a smirk, flicking your long hair off your shoulder dragging his fingers purposely along your skin as he does it “Let me buy you a drink” You went to speak again, hoping to brush him off but the panic in you was rising. The feeling of his skin on yours had triggered something within you, you fidgeted your hands over each other on the bar top to stop them trembling. You looked up at him, mustering up that fake sweet smile again, turning to grab your jacket to leave – figuring this was the only way to get him to leave you alone – before you heard someone else speak.

“I’m goin’ to have to ask you to leave” you heard the deep drawl before you looked up. Clyde Logan was sidling his way across to where you were sat in the corner, the light of the bar was behind him like an aura. Your lumbering guardian angel. Honestly you’d never paid too much attention to him, he was just… Clyde. He’d been around forever except for when you’d returned from college and found out he was off in Iraq. Clyde was just the big grumpy bartender who made a mean vodka cranberry for you every Friday night; the same grumpy bartender who always slipped in an extra lime because he knew you liked it. You gave him a relieved smile as you caught his eye; he instantly turned his attention back to the guy leaning against you as he piped up once more. “Oh come on Clyde, I was only havin’ a bit of fun” he slurred, giving him a hacking laugh before slipping his hand up your arm and onto your shoulder. You instantly tensed up, skin crawling as you could feel the sweat drip from his forehead on your bare shoulder as he propped himself against you. “Oh I’m sure ya are. But see, I don’t think she finds it very fun do you darlin’?” Clyde said looking at you out the corner of his eye and you shook your head. “Now I’m asking ya to leave cause you’re making my customers uncomfortable. I’m damn sure this woman, nice as she is, doesn’t want your hands all over her now does she?” You shook your head again and the guy looked at you, having the audacity to scoff in offense at your response before turning back to Clyde with a grin. But Clyde kept talking “Her shakin’ her head there? That’s her sayin’ no. Got that? So I’m goin’ to ask you one more time to get off her. Look at her… sweet like a little bird she is, she don’t need your big greasy paws all over her like that” The drunk guy sneered and jostled your shoulders in a jovial way, trying to show Clyde how you were at ease you supposed, and you felt his metal watch strap nick your skin at the back of your neck and you hissed softly at the pain. There was a sudden thud and you looked down; Clyde had grabbed the guy’s free arm that was resting on the bar with his flesh hand. He gave it a sudden tug and the guy gave a high-pitched yelp as he was pulled closer to Clyde and off you. “I said… I’m goin’ to have to ask you to leave” Clyde repeated. You knew sweet, quiet Clyde could have a temper when he needed one; you’d seen him strong-arm a few guys out on their asses a few times over the years. You’d always quietly admired how sturdy and wide his body looked, comfortable and yet solid. So when he did things like that you’d silently sip your drink, pretending you weren’t watching his bicep bulge under his long-sleeved shirt as he grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck or twist their arm behind their back and haul them out the bar. Another bar patron, an older guy, was walking past this little scene and shot the drunk guy a knowing look before giving his input “Now Billy! Logan here’s got two tours under his belt. Show the guy some respect. Make yourself scarce, come on” Clyde shoo’d this new guy off with a tilt of his head and the guy threw his hands up in surrender before walking away. Billy let out another hacking laugh that made you flinch slightly in your seat, it was full of contempt and far too much confidence for a man in his position “What do you think ya goin’ to do Logan? One arm freak ain’t gunna do nothin’ to me!” “I think you’ll find that I still have my arm, just my forearm and hand that’s missin’. I still got enough to break this arm of yours in three places if you don’t leave this beautiful young lady alone” “Oh I see, Little Logan got a crush” Billy grinned cockily at him, spittle was flying out of his mouth as he slurred and it made you cringe as you saw it landing on Clyde’s dark blue shirt. You started to panic again, you didn’t know what Clyde was going to do next and you shot him a look. You didn’t want him to get himself in trouble for you and after everything that had had happened at the speedway you worried that one little thing would get the cops on

his ass again. He caught your panicked expression and gave you a contemplative pout before turning his head back to Billy. He dragged Billy a little closer so he was bent uncomfortably; you could see his belt cutting deep into his side, pressed into him by the wood of the bar. He was flinching and groaning in Clydes strong grasp, when Clyde spoke he was close to his face and his voice was a low, slow and dangerously calm growl “Now somethin’ tell me this precious, good woman here wants me to spare you the pain I was plannin’ on givin’ ya, kind as she is. So I’m goin’ to let you go but if I ever see you so much as look at her again I’ll show you what two tours in Iraq teaches ya. Got it?” You watched as Billy quickly gathered up his jacket that was hanging haphazardly from the chair he had been sitting on and skitter out the bar like a dog with its tail between its legs. Clyde gave you a pouty but satisfied nod before calmly going back to washing glasses.

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The bar was closing in around an hour so Clyde made you another drink, extra lime as always, to steel your nerves. As he walked around, picking up after people and saying goodnight to the stragglers he kept a close eye on you. Always looking back over his shoulder to where you were sat. You smiled every time he looked at you, several times you thought about getting up to leave for the night but he always caught your eye and something in his look made you sip your drink a little slower. Maybe you should stick around.

“He didn’t hurt you or nothing did he?” Clyde said in a low voice so the last people that were leaving couldn’t hear him. Part of you wondered if he was embarrassed to be helping you but then you realised, as he turned his body to literally shield you from the gaze of the rest of the patrons in the bar, he was protecting your privacy. “No Clyde, I’m fine thank you” you smiled, brushing your dress down awkwardly trying to ease the tension. Clyde was a man of few words usually but he made up for it in the intensity of his stare and right now that stare was focussed purely on you. His eyes roamed over you and it made a heat rise up on the back of your neck. He made a grunting noise, almost to himself, and he leaned over the bar to fetch a napkin. He turned the tap on that was over the small bar sink and dipped the napkin under the running water. You gave him a look, raising your eyebrow in question and he nodded to you shoulder. You looked down and noticed a small trail of dried blood running down your shoulder from where the guy had cut you with his watch. “Can I touch ya? Is that okay?” he asked, eyes soft and concerned as he studied you. You nodded shyly and he leant forward and wiped the napkin over your skin gently. You watched his hand carefully, the huge size of it compared to your arm making you bite back a giggle. The cold of his horseshoe ring brushing lightly against your skin made you break into goosebumps. He dabbed and patted to make sure he got it all wiped away “There ya go, all cleaned up” He gave your arm a stroke with his thick knuckles, like he was doubly making sure you were all squared away. Clyde Logan didn’t smile very much, you always thought his signature grumpy pout was actually quite endearing, but in this moment as you gazed up at him he gave you the smallest, most tender smile and you couldn’t help but grin back at him. “You don’t have to take care of me you know?” you whispered, he shook his head as he hopped up on the bar and swung himself back over. “Well of course I do, pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have to deal with assholes like that!” You gave him a small push to his chest that barely moved him “You stop that!” you laughed, he chuckled as you dipped your head down, letting your hair hide the growing blush on your cheeks. “I only speak the truth darlin’” he said turning to wander over to the cash register “Give me 2 minutes to check todays takins’ and I’ll drive ya home” You scoffed and dropped off your high bar stool onto your feet “You really don’t need to do that, I’m sure that guy is long gone” “Well I can’t just let ya go home on your on now can I? What kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?” he said, you swear you saw him smirk to himself and he pushed his hip into the cash register to close it. He turned to you, swinging his jacket off the hook on the wall and around his shoulders. “Oh Clyde, you’re sweet but I’ll be okay” You stepped forward as you spoke and helped him pull his jacket over his prosthetic arm “Really! I don’t live too far, you know that! It’s only a mile round the corner I can walk it” You flushed at his forwardness and unexpected level of care he was showing you. The heat was rising up on the fact of your neck again and you couldn’t quite decide if it was embarrassment or something a little more intimate. “Nonsense, I won’t hear another word on the matter” he shot you another smile; you quite liked this more relaxed Clyde. There was something about that shy smile that made you accept his offer with a small nod. “Perfect. Let me grab my keys and I’ll drive ya”

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You hopped down out of his truck as he opened the passenger door for you, which he had insisted on doing; he’d even held out his prosthetic arm for you to use to steady yourself as you dropped unsteadily onto your driveway. You’d thanked him quietly and he’d responded “Nothing but the best for the princess” making you giggle and elbow his side jokingly. You both wandered down the driveway in comfortable silence, nothing but crickets and the crunch of gravel beneath both your shoes.

“Safe and sound now aren’t ya” he said, tapping your front door absentmindedly with his knuckle, watching you wrestle your keys out of your bag. You chuckled and nodded, before you could give yourself a second to overthink it you pitched up on your tip toes, pulling him down slightly with your a small hand on his wide shoulder, and placed a timid kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Clyde” you whispered. You giggled slightly as a noticeable pink blush bloomed across his cheeks and he shook his head and stuttered “N-no thanks necessary sweetheart”

You put your key in the lock and he turned to leave with a courteous nod goodnight. As you pushed open the door breathing out a tightly held in sigh, suddenly thankful to be in the comfort of your own home, you heard him say your name. You spun to see him a few feet away from you, rocking on his heels slightly “Come by the bar tomorrow night? I’ll make you another one of those cranberry drinks you like and…I’d errr… I’d love to see ya”

Now it was your turn to blush, you hoped he couldn’t see it in the shadow of your doorway

“I’d love too. See you then” you replied, giving him a small wave before going inside.

Maybe you should have paid more attention to the big grumpy bear behind the bar because it turns out, he’s rather sweet.

[stargirlvampire]

Disclaimer

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Rules:

⭐ Don’t repost my fanfiction on Archive of our own or wattpad. Only I can do that. I might share them on Archive of our own but I’m not sure yet. 

⭐Only speak english to me because I don't speak any language except for english and dutch however I prefer to talk english.

⭐I hate bullies and people who insult the way I write. However if you find a spelling error tell me because I use google translate sometimes to write some english words or use my english dictonary to see how a word is spelled or what a word means. I'm also extremly fast at typing which causes me to forget letters in a word or word that isn't correctly written.

⭐ No requests because it can be difficult to write about some slashers because I don't know them all. However I appreciate ideas. But don't need much ideas in general because most of my ideas come from my dreams. I am a lucid dreamer in real life. I also get insperation sometimes by reading about random things or seeing things in my daily life.

⭐ If you are rude towards me, I will rude back. An eye for a eye.

Things you should now:

⭐ HTML beginner, so if you see some weird things like text being messed up or so on its because something went wrong with the HTML code I used.

⭐ Expect sensitive topics. I will put a alarm bell emoji in case of smut,lemon or rape scenarios or some sensitive topic.

⭐ You will not find my fanfiction novels here but on Archive of our own. My tumblr is for short things. However I posted a hyperlink above this post.

⭐ Might add my own artwork but take in mind that I'm a amature in art. I suck at digital drawing art but I am a bit better at hand drawn art. Also don't steal my art.

⭐ If I see a error in my own posts I re-edit them. I am a perfectionist and everything I create needs to be perfect for me. I'm also high fuctional autistic.

⭐ I'm not always available, despite suffering from a bunch of disabilities I managed to get a part time volunteers job at a low wage but still get paid by the goverment. So thats why I'm not available if I don't answer for a while or if there is a decline in posts. It also can be because I'm suffering from insomnia and take breaks to rest sometimes or do other activities. and I'm usually shy and only answer questions If I know what to say. However questions that make me really uncomfortable will not be answerd.

⭐As someone who has dark humor I can go dark in fanfiction so beware of disturbing things or scenarios.

⭐ I'm into occultism and mythology so you can expect these things in fanfics I write sometimes.

⭐ If I write a fanfiction with Smut,Lemon and Nsfw themes the word will be in the title as a warning. Minors shouldn't read those if they are under 16+. The age of consent in my European country is 16+ to read that kind of material.

I don't write:

⭐No slashers that I don't know. I might be a horrormovie and fantasy lover but I'm picky with what I watch so I have no knowledge of some slashers out there.

⭐ I don't write lord of the rings or harry potter fanfiction but might use ideas and insperation from those including other populair cultural things and media. I like to use fantasy and sci-fiction elements in my fanfics sometimes.

⭐ Not complete novels but might add a link to fanfiction novels I write on archives of our own.

🔪 Jigsaw (Saw) because I don't like him.

🔪 Ash Williams (Evil dead.) I don't like him. So don't expect him in one of the shorter fanfics I write, maybe in my novels I might mention or add him but not here.

🔪 Pennywise (IT) Because clowns freak me out.

Only slashers and creatures I write for on Tumblr:

🔪Jason voorhees. (Friday the 13th.) My favorite and also because I relate to him very much as someone who has almost drowned twice in my life,been bullied for 10 years and having disabilities, exposed to abuse and being mental and emotional abused and developing PTSD. I also hate drugs and alcohol like him. And I also enjoy spending time alone and share a dislike trespassing people and people who disrespect nature.

🔪Freddy Krueger. (Nightmare on elm street.) Another favorite.

🔪 Nathaniel Demerest. (Wishmaster.) Another favorite.

🔪 Michael Meyers. (Halloween.)

🔪 Hannibal Lector. (Silence of the lambs.)

🔪 Chucky and Tiffany. (Bride of chucky.)

🔪 Ghostface aka Billy Loomis or Stu Marcher. (Scream.)

🔪 Lubdan the leperchaun. (Leperchaun.)

🔪 Samara Morgan. (The ring.)

🔪 Sadako Yamamura. (Ringu. aka asian version of Samara.)

🔪 Park Eun Suh. (The ring virus aka korean version of Sadako or Samara.)

🔪 Su-in. (Ryeong aka. dead friend or ghost. This korean Onryo looks like Samara and instead of a well, she got thrown into a spring/lake by bullies where she died.)

🔪 Tabitha (Scary movie 3, I don’t know her last name but she is another Samara version.)

🔪 Leatherface (Texas chainsaw massacre.) However he is not my favorite and only I take pity on him.

🔪 The Yautja (Predator.)

🔪 Xenomorph (Aliens.)

🔪 Daniel Robitaille. (Candyman)

Creatures:

Sometimes combined in a fanfic about one of the slashers I write about.

👻 All yokai,ghosts or Yurei species I know off.

🦇Vampire and other vampiric species.

🧚Fairies and other fairy species.

🪄 Witches and maybe liches.

🐺Werewolves. lycans and other werewolf like species.

🐎Horse people and horse creatures. (Centaurs,pegasus horses,pegahorns,allicorns and so on.)

🐍Snake people. (Gorgons or other creatures with snake features.)

😇Angels and other angel species.

😈Demons. (All succubi and incubi species and other demonic species.)

🦋Insectoids.

👽Alien species (fictional as well as Pleiadians,Reptilians,Lyrans from those conspiracy theories and so on.)

🌏Primordials,gods and goddess from different mythologies.

🕸️Acromentulas and other spider creatures.

🧜‍♀️Mermaid species.

🎶Muses,nymphs and sirens.

🪶Bird people (Harpies and avian creatures.)

🐐 Goat people (Pan,fauns,Satyr and creatures with goat features.)

🧝‍♀️ Elves and other elf species.

🧟 Zombies and other undead species.

[blorbocedes]

I am so sick of people having Max as the one who always gets manipulated. So we need balance in the universe, we need male manipulator Max right now!

So a concept…. Charles cheating on Charlotte with Max and Max manipulating the hell out of that mouse (because I love that Carlando infidelity fic) by giving him false hope that they have a future together when really, Max is just passing his time. Then the cheating thing comes out to public and Ferrari being Ferrari, drop him (but don't worry about Max though, redbull have Jonathan). Now Charles has to do and be anything Max wants because that's the only person in his life that didn't leave him. Max's wag who shows up to every race in designer clothes to watch him win race after race and championship after championship? Max's little doll who poses with him at galas and at night has to bite into a pillow to hide whimpers because good dolls don't make noise? Max's little thing that he can alway Maxplain to? Max's toy that moves with his every command? Max's pet that follows him whenever, wherever? Max's loving husband who's always waiting for him on hands and knees (figuratively and literally)? All of them check. What can Charles do, refuse and have some dignity and be alone and have a healthy relationship with someone else 🙂? Never, he can never leave Max (the mouse is way too deep into this) and betray the only one he has left and totally, absolutely loves him.

Maybe mpreg can come into play. Maybe if Charles just accepts that this is his life now, being an obedient husband and having his husband's kids, he could be happy with his Max and his chubby Leclerc-Verstappen babies. For more drama, what Max is cheating with some other younger driver that's being called future of f1 like Charles used to be and Charles knows but doesn't say anything? Like at the night of their wedding anniversary, Max comes home with a very visible hickey on his neck but Charles is okay with it because hey, at least Max came back for the dinner date. It has to mean he loves him, right? I mean what Charles' gonna do? Leave and get a divorce? Who else does he have left except his loving Dutch husband 🙂?

(I swear I have nothing against Charles. It's just whenever I see someone with a chronic sad and ☹🥺 face getting fucked up constantly by their job, I am like "let me bully you too!")

oh my goodness poor Charles 🥺🥺🥺 Maxy getting manipulated is great, cause he's so shapely.... it's bread and butter a classic. but I'm not opposed to male manipulator max

I mean you've practically written the whole fic yourself 😭😭 might as well finish the job hehe

for the first half of that -- max and charl cheating, max being the cold/manipulative one and charles getting kicked from ferawri and treating max as his only purpose is to get fucked by maxy waxy written by miss gardenia in a fic here

for the mpreg versions, we've talked about it a little in this tag~ maxy babytrapping his closest rival while poor charl is stuck birthing giant verstappen-leclerc babbies

If I had to write this, I'd keep Charles in f1 maybe ferrari demotes him to Alfa Romeo so he goes from fighting the championship to barely scrambling for points and the very clear demotion surrounding ~The Rumours~ (redbull getting away unscathed everyone say thank you jonathan) and there's tension with Pierre about the demoted to sister team that sucks narrative. or make him a reserve driver...... and everyone looks at him like They Know, and when he tries to go to the Redbull hospitality (which he could do as a driver no problem) they halt him like sorry, Max is a bit tired from the race~ can't have someone from a rivalling team lounging around

the end goal might be Charles!WAGism but he has to lose everything he's fighting for inch by inch, where his dependence on Max where his self esteem came from racing substitutes in....... Max is also. instead of being overtly manipulative, he just doesn't care about Charles like that, especially less now cause he's not a championship rival.... max has a championship to win, charles is an easy fuck who is all kinds of miserable....

[weraceasone]

Hi Elle (and anyone who reads this)!

This is going to be a long ask/rant so get your snacks and drinks ready (sorry in advance)

What does it mean to be a “real man” or how does one act like a real men? I’m really confused. Yesterday I tweeted that I love seeing the new generation of F1 drivers being friends and complementing each other and even hang out together outside of racing. All of a sudden I get a couple of tweets of people being mad about what I said: “they should act like real mean instead of showing their soft side everytime.”

So I asked one of them on Twitter: what do you mean by they should act like a real man? To this question I got a lot of ignorant answers like: They should man up, stop being shy, handle criticism like a man and stop crying about negative comments. (PS: What’s wrong with being shy?)

I’m half Dutch (hallo daar!) and I know that in our culture we can be very straight forward and honest (maybe too honest). We can also be very critical but what’s wrong with showing your REAL emotions when a comment hurts you? F1 drivers have a lot of pressure like we all know and of course it’s a hard world (bla bla bla) but that not an excuse to kick them when they’re down.

Seeing drivers being disappointed or even sad about their race or the comments people make on the internet does not make them less of a man (whatever that means). I mean how would you feel if almost everyone on social media is clowning you or laughing at your results? Ignore it?? St some point it’s impossible to ignore it when it’s presented right in front of your face. We put way too much pressure on these boys. At the end of the day they are human beings with real feelings.

When I see people hate on a certain driver it makes me so sad. You can be critical, nothing wrong with that, but let it be constructive criticism, something they can use to better their driving skills. But things like “you suck as a driver” “you don’t deserve to be in F1” is in my opinion mean. Look how people treat pay drivers. I think it’s disgusting how they talk about them.

I really hope that in the near future the F1 community will talk more about this topic and mental health since FIA wont do shit about it. It’s very important because the way some of us are ralking about these drivers can cause some serious damage to their mental health. Isometimes have to check myself when I talk negative about a driver.

Speaking on mental health actually applies to any sport and not just F1.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. This was weighing on my heart and I had to vent about it lol. I know this is all over the place but I hope that you and anyone who is reading this will get what I mean and I'm very curious what you think about this.

Ik wens je alvast een gezond 2021! ✨

hey Anon!

you know… lots of men have been angry with me on the internet before. one time somebody screenshotted a post of mine that pointed out the differences between people on Twitter reacting to Kimi’s radio messages and people on Twitter reacting to Lewis’ radio messages, and that person put it on Twitter without my permission and without my context. I had to read through hundreds of tweets calling me all sorts of degrading words and everything they insulted me with somehow always came back to me being a girl. it was the core of every insult they wrote. and you know, it’s funny until it isn’t. it’s funny until I decide; “this is going too far, and this is where I draw the line”. yet, I told myself to be thankful because it is nothing like it could be. I am thankful because they don’t actually know who I am, or where I live. I am thankful because I guess those men are good men, after all. they are good men because even though they said all those things, I know they will not act on it. they are good men because even though they just dehumanized me for being a girl with an opinion, they will still kiss their unknowing wives goodnight and they care for their daughters in a way they one day didn’t even believe was possible themselves.

when a driver shows even a sliver of emotion it’s “girly” or “he’s acting like a woman”, because apparently there’s nothing worse than being a girl. I remember Ziggo Sport making fun of Lando’s laugh because “he sounds like a girl”. however, the comparison with a woman is never made in a positive way, because being a woman is a pitiful state of being for these people. yet the phrases “be a man” and “grow a pair” will always refer to a state that we should aspire to be in.

and when I dare to write about it; I am the eternal man-hater. I am a man-hater, because pointing something out and the only conclusion being sexism, is my fault. it is my fault that writing about women in motorsport will somehow always end up on the topic of sexism. it is my fault that not writing about it, is somehow still writing about it. but the truth is; I don’t blame these men for the things they were told, I blame them for not looking beyond that. I blame them because I know the things they say on the internet will somehow always find a way to translate back to real life and I already feel sorry for the kids who will get their dad a tie or shaving cream or a fishing kit for father’s day, for Christmas, for every single birthday, because they never made a true emotional connection with him, because that’s stupid and unnecessary. I blame them because they don’t realize that the things they write, the thoughts they share; do have an impact on the people around them. I blame them because ever since I have gotten into this sport, there’s always a voice in the back of my head telling me that I don’t know enough, that my opinions aren’t good enough, because I’m a girl and I’m a girl and I’m a girl.

being an F1 driver isn’t easy, especially in this day and age where you don’t just have to deal with the pressure of being and staying in the team, but also with the unwarranted for opinions from people all over the internet, who think showing emotion is synonymous with being weak. but, at the end of the day; why do we watch this sport? would we still watch if it weren’t for the joy we get out of it? where would we be as fans, if we didn’t hope for the best? why are we only allowed to talk about the happy emotions?

the things we say on the internet, the thoughts we put out there; they always find a way to plant certain thoughts into our minds. and I’m not asking for anybody’s sympathy, because I can care for myself. I can braid my hair and neatly fold my clothes and I let myself sing off-tune and I let myself have an opinion on this sport, regardless of those men on the internet. but the thing is; the way we are online, is a reflection of the real world. if there’s never a man who dares to talk about his feelings; I will keep crying at videos of men doing nice things and your daughters will too. we will see a man quitting his job to be with his kids, a man speaking out about feminism, a man cooking dinner for his family and we will all keep on saying “you know, he doesn’t have to. he doesn’t have to”. because somehow, they never have to.

(I’m sorry this basically turned into a rant, Anon. this is also the longest answer I have ever written. it was a whole page long in Word. ik wens jou ook een gezond 2021, en allemaal fijne en leuke dingen🧡)

[annaphoenix1994]

Colter - Eastward Bound

Arthur had never been so happy to be moving. He, as well as the rest of the gang, were sick of the snow. The numbness, the insomnia, the brink famine, was all about to be left at Colter. His body craved sunshine and whiskey, which he hoped a town was closeby wherever they were going. He dismounted his horse as he met up with Dutch to discuss further plans.

"Oh, for Lord's sake! Put that book away and go help!" Miss Grimshaw barked within Arthur's earshot. It didn't take him long to figure out that she was scolding Mary-Beth Gaskill, one of the women in the camp who reminded him a lot of Lenny - she preferred reading or writing over robbing and killing, but could do so if need be. She was also one for romance, taking a liking to Arthur in particular, at least, that was the rumor. He had always thought that she liked how nice he was to her and nothing more than that.

"So, we getting out of this Hellhole?" Arthur asked as he joined Dutch and Hosea.

"We're gonna try, weather seems stable," Dutch assured.

"And we just robbed a Leviticus Cornwall train," Hosea added.

"We got money in our pockets...the worst is behind us, gentlemen! So the question is, where now?"

"I know this country a little," Hosea assured the worried leader. "I told you, we should set up camp in Horseshoe Overlook near Valentine. We'll be able to hide out there no problem as long as we keep our noses clean."

"Well then let's go! Clean noses and everything else!" Dutch commanded as he watched the rest of the gang load up the caravan. "Arthur, you're in that one, bring Hosea, I know you two like to talk about the good old days and what's wrong with old Dutch."

Arthur chuckled as he shook his head, following Dutch's orders as he loaded himself up onto the wagon, Hosea alongside him.

The caravan made its way slowly down the trail. The scenery of lush, white snow slowly turning to dewey green grass. The wind was still cold, though, as it still had a strong breeze, but to Arthur, even that was warm. He let his mind wander to where they were heading. Was there a town where he could have a hot meal other than Pearson's stew? Was there whiskey? Was there laying low for a long while instead of running? Was there hunting ground? Was there any more chances to run into Minnie Barlow? He shook the last question from his head, scolding himself for thinking of her and how he shouldn't think about her, but his mind continued to wander. There was something about her already that he needed to reassure himself on.

Arthur's thoughts were quickly interrupted by Dutch shouting from ahead, sighing a breath of relief that he was only shouting for Lenny and Micah instead of announcing there was trouble ahead.

"Lenny! Micah! Get over here!"

"Yes, boss?" Micah replied as he obeyed Dutch's command, along with Lenny.

"You two ride up ahead, make sure there's no surprises," Dutch ordered. "We've had enough of those."

"Me, with the boy?" Micah responded, almost insulted.

"Just go!"

"Come on, kid," Micah sighed as he spurred his horse into a lope. "You can buy me a whiskey!"

"Get us out the stream!" Hosea panicked as he felt the wagon shutter as they had now crossed into New Hanover. Arthur repeatedly tapped the harness leather across the horse's backs as they pulled the wagon through to the other side, only to be stopped by the rear left wheel buckling and keeping the wagon at a halt.

"Ah, shit!" Arthur shouted.

"Okay, let's take a look," Hosea sighed as he lept from the wagon, walking around the back.

"You alright back there?"

"Does everything look alright?" Arthur argued as he too dismounted from the wagon.

"Well, what's goin' on?" He heard Javier ask.

"I broke the goddamn wheel!" Arthur shouted, scolding himself.

"Alright, let's get it fixed!" Hosea assured him as Charles rushed over to help, pairing with the old man as they lifted up the rear of the wagon as best as they could as Arthur rushed to push the wheel back into place.

"You still strong enough to hold up a wagon?" Arthur teased as he tightened the joints.

"Shut up!" Hosea replied gruffly.

"I'm just sayin'!" Arthur replied.

"Well, say less!"

"See, you ain't so useless after all!" Arthur teased as he helped Charles and Hosea pick up the items that had fallen off.

"Not quite!" Hosea chuckled as he picked up a suitcase, seeing that Charles had noticed the other eyes that were on them, watching from the cliffside ahead...

"What you think?" Arthur asked hesitantly.

"If they wanted trouble, we wouldn't have seen 'em," Charles assured the two as Hosea waved a sign of peace to them. "Poor bastards... We really screwed them over down here. Come on, let's not push our luck,"

"What happened?" Arthur asked.

"Well, get in, I'll tell ya on the way," Hosea said as the men quickly loaded themselved back up onto the wagon. "Not too far now, stay on this trail. We'll follow the river then cut left inland," Hosea directed. "So... Yes, the Indians in these parts got sold a very raw deal. This is the Heartlands we're going to, good farming and grazing country, they lost it all. Stolen clean away from them it was, even every blade of grass. Killed or herded up to the reservations in the middle of nowhere." Hosea explained.

"And how's that different from everywhere else?" Charles asked.

"Well, maybe it's not. I just heard some of the army out here was particularly, uh, unpleasant about it."

"Unpleasant? How do you rob and kill people pleasantly?" Charles questioned. "We don't, in spite of Dutch's talk."

"I fear I was perhaps trying to simplify something more complicated for the benefit of our blockheaded driver here." Hosea teased.

"Hey, don't blame it on me!" Arthur replied. "Never forget, this here's a conman, Charles, born and bred. Just 'cause it sounds fancy don't mean he knows a damn thing about what he's talkin' about." Arthur explained.

"Oh, but I sure know about that there 'wanted' poster you're keepin' on you," Hosea chuckled. "You plannin' on goin' after her, aren't you?"

Arthur scoffed, "No. Like I said, you don't know what you're talkin' about."

"Are you still talking about that Minnie Barlow woman? What's the deal about her anyway? Lenny told me that she saved your hide back on that train." Charles intervened.

"Oh, did she now?" Hosea asked, raising his grey brows. "I didn't know about this!"

'Shit!' Arthur thought to himself. He was now going to have to talk about her. He looked at the smug grin on Hosea's face as he loved to try and land him a relationship that he would never settle for. He had already tried with Mary-Beth, which now made things almost awkward in camp. "I don't think it was her," Arthur grit, tapping the harness leather harder on the horse's backs.

"Yeah?" Hosea questioned. "Anyway, Charles, Minnie Barlow is known as Bandit Barlow around here. By what I've read, she used to work for some feller who is employed with the Pinkertons. Apparently, she knew too much and her supervisor tried to get her killed. After she found out about it, she turned around and robbed him, then became an outlaw!" Hosea explained, chuckling.

"Does she have a gang or what?"

"No, she runs alone," Hosea replied. "I reckon she had a small gang a few years ago, but they knew about her bounty and tried to have her captured for the payment. According to the poster Arthur is dearly holding on to, she has eight-thousand dollars for her head," Hosea snickered. "I don't know much about her past, just by what I've read or heard, but I do know she robbed the Lemoyne National Bank in Saint Denis, robbing a well-known tycoon as well. Some Italian feller. Robbed him and that bank in broad daylight and nobody knew until she was long gone,"

"Sounds like I need to buy her a drink and have a few hours of her time just to hear the stories!" Charles replied, intrigued. "When did the bank robbery happen?"

"A couple of years ago," Hosea replied. "By what I read, the robbery took up to three months to do without anybody knowin'. She got a job there, made it well with the bank manager over time, and got a promotion to a loan manager position and the fellers she was runnin' with would come in every few weeks to "take out a loan" of a few thousand dollars when she would just walk into the safe and give them as much money as she could. After the bank was running low on funds, they didn't question her as she covered her tracks. Once time got scarce, she had one of her boys take out another big loan before she made a break for it."

"Sounds like she and Dutch would get along," Arthur replied, smirking at the thought of how smart the woman was.

"I'm sure," Charles said. "So, how did nobody catch her?"

"She used a fake name to get the job. The only thing that messed her up was that she got the wrong men for the job. They were giving details to the Pinkertons the whole time. They turned her name in for the bounty after she gave orders to rob a train goin' towards Rhodes. Big roadblock over the tracks, but Minnie took wind of it and made a break for it, leavin' her two guys to fend for themselves. They ended up getting arrested and are now in a state penitentiary. Since then, only her tracks have been discovered, but no sign of her. She's slick, now," Hosea warned.

"Sure," Arthur replied. "I'm sure she won't be that hard to find..."

Hosea chuckled, "Let me know how that goes." He teased.

"So..." Arthur cleared his throat, taking in all of the new information he had just learned of his apparent crush. "What happened to your tribe?" He asked Charles.

"I don't even know if I have one," Charles replied. "Least not that I can remember. My father was a colored man. They told me he lived with our people for a while, a number of free men did, but when we were forced to move from our lands, the three of us fled. I was too young to really remember much. All live I've been on the run. A couple of years later, some soldiers captured my mother, took her somewhere. We never saw her again. We drifted around... He was a very sad man and the drink had a mean hold on him. Around thirteen... I just took off on my own." He explained.

"That was about the age we found young Arthur here, maybe a little older," Hosea said. "A wilder delinquent you never did see. But he learned fast."

"Not as fast as Marston, apparently," Arthur replied, his jealousy spiking yet again.

"Wait... I don't understand," Charles said, confused. "What's the problem between you two?"

"Arthur?" Hosea said, insisting for him to explain.

"It's a long story," Arthur sighed. "We still heading the right way?" He asked, now shifting during the awkward silence.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"You okay, pa?" Minnie asked her father as she woke from a midday nap, something she never did unless she needed it. She gripped her shawl tighter as the wind from the Cumberland Forest engulfed the cabin.

"Somethin' don't feel right," He replied, gripping his rifle as he continued to stare out the window. She knew this wasn't anything new as he had been acting like this for a couple of years, but she too got the odd feeling in her gut. She needed to prepare.

"I'm sure it's nothin', pa," Minnie assured as she stepped closer to her father, patting his shoulder. "Want me to cook ya somethin'?"

"No, I'm not hungry. Night's comin' soon. Best get some rest. I'll be out on the porch."

She nodded and shook her head, not daring to inform her father that it was only early in the afternoon. She went to the chest at the end of the bed, retrieving her gunbelt and tightening it around her waist before walking out of the cabin, passing her father who was sitting in the rocking chair. "I'm gonna go feed the chickens and get the eggs, but we'll need some more food soon. Want me to go into town later?" She asked.

"No need, dear. I will. I need to get out of here for a bit. Those mountains are taunting me." He replied, taking a drag off of his pipe.

"You'll need a horse, take Trace." She suggested as she pointed to her buckskin Quarter Horse.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, he'll take care of you. He always does." She smiled.

"Okay, well I'll take him out first thing in the mornin' to Valentine and get some more food," He nodded, a grin appearing on his face as he was excited to ride a horse again, but the lurking doom he felt coming never did settle in his mind. He didn't want to leave his daughter alone tomorrow, but whatever was coming, he knew they both couldn't escape. At least she had a fighting chance.

[bobasheebaby]

100 New Girl Prompts

So many prompts, most of which are funny. Break at 15 cause it’s mega long.

1 "I'm using my bride/groom card!" — Cece

2 “Can we just take a minute to celebrate me?" — Schmidt

3 “So many emotions." — Nick

4 “I'm totaling my assets. It's really bleak." — Jess

5 “Look at those horny horny hippos.” — Nick

6 “I got mozzarella sticks for fingers." — Nick

7 “Every moment you're on this Earth is a moment I know where you are." — Nick

8 “It is my Secret Santa alias." — Winston

9 “Friend face." — Winston

10 “It's perfectly fine to watch TV all day." — Nick

11 “If I were off my rocker, would I take a weekly selfie with my cat?" — Winston

12 “I can't find my driving moccasins anywhere." — Schmidt

13 “Believe it or not, that's not the first time someone's broken my feeling stick. I have a travel size." — Jess

14 “Put on some pants, or at least some really high socks." — Jess

15 “You like me? You like my personality?" “I was surprised, too.” — Schmidt & Cece

16 "I just wanted to listen to Taylor Swift alone!" — Jess

17 “That's like the president and the vice president not being best friends." — Winston

18 “I'll take the strongest drink you have, and also a wine spritzer on the side in case I don't like it." — Jess

19 “You have the right...to remain hugged." — Coach

20 “If you are for one second suggesting that I don't know how to open a musical, how dare you!" — Schmidt

21 “I was sabotaged by my baby box." — Jess

22 “We are literally the most embarrassing people on the planet." — Jess

23 "It's a weird life, but it's where I'm at right now." — Nick

24 "You gave me a cookie, I gave you a cookie." — Nick

25 “Go put a dollar in the jar right now." — Coach

26 “This is my jam." — Coach

27 “Saturday is a day for sleeping, and damn it, you will not take that away from me!" — Winston

28 “Are we eating or are we not eating?" — Winston

29 "Eating cookies and avoiding confrontation." — Jess

30 “Because it's a great story, and I'm a teller of stories." — Nick

31 “I like being weird." — Jess

32 "This is the worst thing to ever happen to me. I've lived a very fortunate life!" — Jess

33 "I don't like it. It's too much responsibility." — Nick

34 “Are you cooking a frittata in a sauce pan? What is this – prison?” — Schmidt

35 “I hate your mustache because I miss your upper lip.” — Schmidt

36 “He’s/She's got that giant heart that's part compass and part flashlight and he’s/she's just the greatest person I have ever met.” — Nick

37 “Who's that guy/girl? It's NAME." — Jess

38 “Watch your front because we've got your back!” — Cece

39 “Picking lint off of a man's/woman’s sleeve is the most intimate gesture.” — Cece

40 “Blast from the past, how's that ass?” — Jess

41 “I hate this. I just wanna sit around and do nothing, but that is not hot.” “That's hot to me. You add some sweatpants to that and that is better than porn.” — Kai & Nick

42 “Look at that font! What is this? Amateur hour? At least use Palatino.” — Nick

43 “I’m like a sexual snowflake. Each night with me is like a unique experience.” — Schmidt

44 “Where have you been? I am having a major life crisis, and you guys are, what, just driving around, French kissing each other like a couple of Dutch hookers?” — Schmidt

45 “No sig oths.” “Just say ‘significant others.” “Maybe you have that kind of time, but I’m on a tight sched.” — Schmidt & Cece

46 “I know this isn’t gonna end well, but the whole middle part is going to be awesome.” — Nick

47 “NAME, you’ve been staring at this guy/girl for 5 minutes. Please tell me you’re checking him/her out, otherwise you’re a serial killer. Which would explain a lot.” — Schmidt

48 “This is a horrible neighborhood. There are youths everywhere!” — Schmidt

49 “Guess whose personalized condoms just arrived!” — Schmidt

50 “I’m really gonna need you to step it up tonight, okay? When I see you, I wanna be thinking, ‘Who let the dirty slut out of the slut house?’” — Schmidt

51 “Can someone please get my towel? It’s in my room next to my Irish walking cape!” — Schmidt

52 “Have you seen my sharkskin laptop sleeve?” — Schmidt

53 “Don’t pretend to know my pain.” — Schmidt

54 “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” — Nick

55 “I don't know what I'm doing emotionally or -- let's be honest -- sexually.” — Jess

56 “What if I have some idea of love in my head and it’s just totally wrong?” — Jess

57 “Life sucks. And then it gets better. And then it sucks again.” — Nick

58 “I like getting older, I feel like I’m aging into my personality.” — Nick

59 “You know, sometimes I feel like I’ve never really felt love.” — Winston

60 “When you care about somebody you do what's best for them even if it sucks for you.” — Schmidt

61 “Old people freak me out. With their hands and their legs. They’re like the people version of pleated pants.” — Schmidt

62 “I’m gonna have to run all the way home, and I have my slipperiest loafers on.” — Schmidt

63 “Downstairs neighbour put a password on their wi-fi.” — Nick

64 “You were denied a cell phone because you have the credit score of a homeless ghost.” — Schmidt

65 “I’m only attracted to guys/girls who are afraid of success and think someone famous stole their idea.” — Jess

66 “This place is fancy and I don’t know which fork to kill myself with.” — Nick

67 “Without sex, he’s/she’s not your boyfriend/girlfriend. Okay? He’s/She’s a friend you buy meals for.” — Schmidt

68 “I feel like I wanna murder someone. And also, I want soft pretzels.” — Jess

69 “So when I do the chicken dance, I do it a little differently. Instead of doing claps, I like to do a peck. It’s more realistic.” — Jess

70 “NAME doesn’t have a life plan. He/She doesn’t have a day plan. I once found a note that he/she wrote to himself that said, ‘Put on pants.'” — Jess

71 “I don’t want to kiss and tell, but I ruined my dresser during intercourse. Will you go to Ikea with me?” — Jess

72 “Can I get an alcohol?” — Nick

73 “I want to kill you, because I respect you. NAME! I think I understand hunting!” — Nick

74 “Look, we’re not trying to be mean. We just don’t want you to be yourself… in any way.”

75 “I have decided to give up on men/women and put all of that energy into tomatoes.”

76 “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? No, a summer’s day is not a bitch!” — Nick

77 “I only wanna make a drink a coal miner would want. Straight forward. Honest. Something that says, ‘I work in a hole.'” — Nick

78 “I’m not convinced I know how to read, I’ve just memorized a lot of words.” — Nick

79 “I like chipmunks more than squirrels.” — Nick

80 “I can’t believe I’m the sober one. That’s actually never happened before in my life.” — Nick

81 “Beans are nothing but soggy nuts.” — Schmidt

82 “Can I interest you in some white noise?” — Winston

83 “Those are pickles in progress.” — Winston

84 “Who’s talking to you, Depression-era garbage man?” — Coach

85 “I need everyone to shut up.” — Coach

86 “Your asses belong to me now.” — Coach

87 “That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up. No doubt. Diggity.” — Coach

88 “I hate when Schmidt cries. He sounds like a ghost singing ‘Hey Ya.'” — Coach

89 “I’ve made out with half of the guys/girls in this room.” — Cece

90 “You always see the worst in people.” “Yeah, because people are the worst.” — Jess & Nick

91 “I’m sorry we’re not going this weekend.” “But It’s free.” “Did you say free?” “Yeah.” “We’re 100% in. I’ll go pack now.” — Nick & Jes

92 “I’m going to end up alone. I’m going to be a single old man/lady flashing people on the subway.” — Jess

93 “I’ve got two perfectly good forks on the end of my arms.” — Nick

94 “If we needed to talk about feelings they would be called talkings.” — Nick

95 “When you question my pajamas, you make me question our entire friendship!” — Jess

96 “Why can’t I have the things that I want?!” — Schmidt

97 “Bathtubs are medieval filth cauldrons.” — Schmidt

98 “They don’t hate me because I’m old. They hate me because of my personality.” — Schmidt

99 “It’s like you’re ripping the side block out of my mental Jenga.” — Schmidt

100 “I’m not actually quite sure how to stop this.” — Schmidt

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Howdy B! Friendship ask please :) I'm a short brown Asian. I'm 100% the outgoing type, but sitting and doing my own thing with my bff is something I love to do too. If someone can't handle me randomly swinging between talking til someone's ears bleed or not even attempting to hold any sort of conversation, I can't be very close friends with them. People that love to eat or go on food trips are prime friend material. Maybe pick who you're most similar to J idk Thank you

My final request, I saved the best for last ;) I love you and stop bullying me about my lactose intolerance bitch

You had been the one to say hi to Babe Heffron right off the bat. You don’t know what it was that made you go that one, that one will be my friend, but now you're practically attached at the hip, usually talking his ear off. He doesn’t mind, cause he will do the same to you. Easy company can always tell when you two are around because there is a very distinct Philly accent in the distance, followed by an excitable response and/or giggle that is impossible not to recognize as belonging to you. You believe that having Babe around has saved you from the inevitable boredom that comes with sitting in foxholes for countless hours. Bless him for being able to hold a conversation with you, even if it’s just responding to you complaining about how “It’s so fucking cold” while you do your best to wrap yourself in the scarf Babe managed to find for you. You sorta forcefully make him wrap his arm around you because you can not handle the cold, while he just laughs and teases you about how you wouldn’t make it a day in Philly’s winter. “Shut up, Philly boy,” “Whatever, DC girl”.

You jumped right behind Babe when you guys went into Holland. You weren't a squad leader, a sergeant, or had any reason to want to look out for him other than the fact that you had attached yourself to him when you first met. In a way, he reminds you of a little brother. You slapped him on the back and threw a wink his way when you landed, doing you best to seem relaxed and calm on his first combat jump. It seemed to work, cause he ran behind you with a small grin on his face. He stuck with you throughout the rest of Holland, you smiling right beside him when the Dutch people were taking photos of you, and laughing as the Dutch girls left lipstick marks on Babe’s cheek. You also sat with a hand on Babe’s shoulder after the failure of Market Garden where his buddy Miller died, as well as in Bastogne when Julian was hit.

Invading the Eagles nest was the best part of the war in your opinion, except the whole climbing the mountain bit. You won’t lie and say you didn’t make Babe give you a piggyback ride when you followed some of the other guys up. After all, he should be a gentleman about it. “Pulling the ‘I’m a dame card’ huh?” “Maybe.” Babe knew he’d do it anyway, after all, you were his best friend.

After the war ended you realized you were pretty lucky you weren't that far from Philly. You visited each other's respective cities, although you refused to visit Philly in the winter, and instead made Babe visit you when the weather got cold. You’d do the same thing you always did and talk Babe’s ear off when showing him the DC sights. You also made him taste Filipino food, which he loved. When visiting Philly he gave you the same tour of his home town, his ma feeding you so much because you could never say no to food, plus the fact that you had an abyss of a stomach. You were never more happy when you could spend time outside a war zone with your best friend, Babe Heffron.

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