#sam chisolm

[sconfittoleone]

[jd-rush]

Photo courtesy of Manuel's Instagram

[faraquezshipper5794]

I feel like Faraday could either be a god tier cook or the world is on fire. There is no imbetween.

I have read quite a few fics with Faraday being an amazing cook and I can see that character trait in him so that is why he is up there winning Masterchef.

[wildechild17]

Mag 7 wip

something I'm working on as a side project for NaNo, decided I'd share a little (not really) excerpt here, just because i could

Sam Chisolm wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but as he stood in the sparsely decorated apartment in London, it wasn’t… this.

It was, in fact, sparse. There was a small kitchen, a couch with a pullout that looked slept in, a bathroom, and a tiny closet. It was by no means a luxury place, but it was just one level above being condemned, if you asked Sam.

The man’s heart broke a little as he took it in. There was no sign of the occupant he was looking for, not that he knew who he was looking for—his boss had simply given him this address and said the person who lived here would be a good addition to the team if Sam could convince them.

Given the fact of who the rest of the team was made up of, Sam had two guesses as to whose place he was standing in. Past experiences told him one was more likely than the other.

Something caught his eye, a leatherbound book sitting among the blankets on the pullout. Curious, Sam wandered over, reaching for the book. He flipped through it, noting it was some mix between a journal and a scrapbook. The first entry dated back to just over eleven years ago, and Sam couldn’t help but read.

9-29-12

I’ve always known my family had powers… how could I not, when mom uses hers to heal those in our family, and when both she and gran have told me about other members of our… bloodline? Apparently, the blood is important… and their abilities.

I just assumed, like everyone before me, that it skipped generations… Instead, I woke up this morning with my own abilities. Powers… magic? I like the idea of calling it magic. Who knows, I may have them sooner and didn’t realize it… Skipper had died during the night, and when mom and Aunt Elenore asked who I was greeting this morning because to them it was empty air… I told them Skip, and I was then informed he’d passed in his sleep, so how could I be seeing him?

One quick test later, my mom declared that a) I had magic, and b) it could be classified as necromancy. That’s… a terrifying, truthfully, prospect, but… I can handle it. I hope.

At least it’s the weekend before fall break, so mom can help me figure out how to start managing it. I’m in senior year, so it’s not like I’ll have to hide it from the others as school for long. If I go to college, I can get by with strictly online classes, I think.

Mom suggested I use a journal to track my progress, but I’ve never been the best at keeping records, even school wise. Hopefully with something to keep track of, that’ll change.

I’ll make another entry when something of importance happens, I guess.

10-10-12   10-9-12/10-10-12

What the fuck is my life, truly?

With the influx of my powers, came something else… my memories. I guess necromancy and reincarnation can go hand in hand, because this isn’t the first time I’ve lived. I started having dreams and flashbacks during break, of an older version of myself set back in the Wild West. I thought it was just some weird dream/fantasy thing since… well, since I’m sort of obsessed with that era, anyways, but… no. It all came rushing back to me, today, during fifth period, which is my study block this year.

We got a new student… which, in a small town like Salem, is kind of a cause for chatter, and I wasn’t really paying attention until the guy sat next to me. When I finally looked at him…

Son of a bitch… it’s Vasquez. It all came back to me—Sam Chisolm, Rose Creek, Bart Bogue…

I’m… sort of embarrassed to say that I had a total breakdown right then and there. Mom actually had to come and pick me up early, it was so bad. It’s super late (early?), right now, almost three in the morning, and I’ve been catatonic all afternoon, according to her. So, I guess all these events really happened yesterday?

I’m getting distracted… I told her what had happened, what’s been happening, and she… didn’t seem totally surprised. Fact is, she’s the one who gave me the idea that my reincarnation ties in with my powers. Something about death being involved, which… makes sense, in a weird way.

Mom offered to keep me out of school for the rest of the week, so I can recover, but… I don’t want to do that. Maybe a day or two, but not a week. I want to talk to Vas so I can Vasquez, so I can sort of explain things to him. Hopefully, it’ll go well…

10-13-12 Update: It… I didn’t explain the powers thing to him. I didn’t want to freak him out, but I did tell him why I had my breakdown on Monday. He understood, because when his memories came back to him, he was a wreck for a while too.

He came over for the afternoon, and mom and Aunt Elenore absolutely fell in love with him. Bastard put on the damn charm. We didn’t get any schoolwork done, not like we really planned to, but we did catch up on things. What’s been going on in our modern lives, and he told me a little about what happened after I died in Rose Creek… His family travels a lot in this life, for his dad’s work. He’s got two siblings, an older sister and younger brother. I couldn’t resist and had to make a crack about his ‘three Maria’s’… he asked where mine was.

… I told him Maria died when we were kids. He sobered up pretty quick… guess he could tell it was a sore subject.

Anyways… my magic practice is progressing well. Right now, I can just see spirits, which is weird because they look like just regular people—for the most part. I’ve seen a few grisly sights, but I’m learning how to pick their energies apart from the living, so I don’t make a fool of myself in public.

Oddly enough, Vasquez has a couple ghosts hanging around him…

Sam flipped through the journal, heart twisting in his chest as he noticed a few entries more prominent than others. One, over Christmas break, detailing why Vasquez had ghosts—his father was a hunter of the supernatural, and the revelation apparently caused a rift between the two boys before Vasquez’s father himself had put things to right. He’d put the hunting behind him and was trying to settle down with his family… he could have never expected his son to befriend a witch—which, that had led to Joshua admitting about himself…

Prom. They stopped dancing around their feelings for each other and became official, and that entry made Sam smile, as well as the photos of that night that accompanied the entry. They did make a handsome couple. That was where Vasquez’s writing started slipping in on a few pages, offering extra insight or his own commentary to whatever Joshua was writing.

Graduation. Maybe too quick to those who don’t know about… us, but Vasquez gave me a bloody promise ring tonight. (you’re not actually complaining, are you? Fuck you, I’m keeping it forever thought so) and detailing a rough plan of the future. Plans to stay in Salem long enough to get through college, before moving. Maybe they’d find where Rose Creek was, if it was somewhere they could move to, settle down there. Ideas about where the rest of their motley crew were…

College. Joshua went into Anthropology and the Occult (seriously, guero? Bite me, texican), and Vasquez Art and Architecture (you know there’s a joke about cliches in there somewhere, right? Don’t you dare). Joshua seemed to develop a minor side hobby (?) in helping people with their dead loved ones, the spirits who hadn’t crossed over because of unfinished business (Jennifer Love Hewitt, who?) When they’d both finished their studies… Joshua was the one who proposed.

There were photos of various moments, in those early years. High school included prom, graduation, senior trip, homecoming week. After high school showed moving into their first apartment together, as they worked through college, domestic moments, moments with their families, college graduation, of the proposal, and later, multiple photos from the wedding. Tickets to various date locations, movies, and festivals, were taped in as well. It seemed Joshua (and by some small extension, Vasquez) was eager to keep track of everything.

But just after their return from their honeymoon in August of twenty-fifteen, the entries stopped. The next one wasn’t dated until January of twenty-sixteen. Reading it, Sam felt his heart stop and blood run cold.

1-13-16 I’m sorry, Ale… I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you. I couldn’t… couldn’t save you. If I was faster… maybe you’d still be here. Maybe I could have… God, I’m crazy for thinking it… brought you back. If you’d wanted it… if maybe I’d seen you… your spirit, at least, maybe one more time, to ask…

There are limitations to my abilities… I can bring people back from the dead, but only within a set time… I didn’t make it with you… And I’m so sorry.

You must have crossed over. That’s the only reason I can think of to not see your ghost… it’d be just like you, too… you wouldn’t have wanted me to see you like that. I know you wouldn’t have. I know, but… goddammit it still hurts, you son of a bitch. If I could have just said goodbye…

… you were gone too soon. And those bastards… they’ll pay. Eventually, they’ll pay.

I’m sorry.

I… did find where Rose Creek is. It’s still a small town but thriving in today’s age. I’ll… I’ll go there. For us… for you.

Maybe I’ll find some sort of peace there.

Silence, for a few months, before another entry was made.

5-23-16 God, what have I done? I didn’t… I wasn’t… I didn’t mean for that to happen… I didn’t know I could do that.

I need to get away. From everyone. Anyone that I can hurt…

I’m so sorry Vas…

After that, there were no more entries. Sam flipped through the remaining blank pages and found nothing. Frowning, Sam went back to the last entry, and wondered what the hell might have happened for it to exist.

Actually, he wondered what happened in those last two entries in general—one was obvious. The other… not so much. He’d have to ask Matthew to investigate the dates mentioned, give or take a day or two. Surely, there’d be some sort of record online, somewhere—

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

Sam startled, the book falling from his hands and back on to the bed. He whirled around, coming eye to eye with Joshua Faraday. The first thing the older man noticed was how tired the redhead looked, with bags beneath his eyes, and skin pale. He stood as though the weight of the world was laid on his shoulders, but it didn’t distract from the, frankly, intimidating glare he was fixing Sam with.

“I know I locked the door when I left,” Joshua continued, and then his gaze flicked down to the journal on the bed, and his anger grew. He stood straight, and Sam swore the room grew colder and darker as Joshua set a bag of possible groceries on the floor, “You went looking through my personal things?!”

“Now, hold on just a minute, son—” Sam began.

“I’m not your son,” Joshua hissed, and there was no doubt about it—Joshua was altering the space around them. His eyes were beginning to glow, a toxic green that caused the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck to rise, “What are you doing here, Chisolm?”

“I came to offer you a job,” Sam said, quickly, and Joshua drew up short. A brief look of bafflement crossed his features as he stared at the older man, “That is, if you want it.”

The redhead crossed his arms, eyes narrowing.

“Explain,” he said, shortly, so Sam did.

He explained how he’d been tasked with bringing a crew together (yes, the rest of the Rose Creek bunch, for the most part…) and that while Joshua’s name hadn’t come up directly, Sam’s own bosses had suggested Joshua could be an integral part of the team. This team would be dealing with threats across the world, both natural and supernatural. Clearly, Joshua would be a good addition, if he wanted to join.

“But… I’m not pressing you to,” Sam said, quietly. He glanced down at the journal, then back to Joshua, “You’ve clearly been through a lot already.”

Joshua’s expression darkened, lips thinning, but he said nothing. Just stared at Sam with those eyes of his still glowing. But he was silent, and Sam took it for a good thing.

“… would you have come for me, if I hadn’t been brought up?” Joshua asked.

Sam blinked at the question, but answered nonetheless: “Eventually, yes. It wouldn’t have been fair not to include you and—” he faltered, only because Joshua pinned him with a venomous glare, “We want everyone we can get. We worked so well together, before.”

Silence, again, and Sam could tell Joshua was right on the edge of accepting the offer, he just needed one last push.

“Who killed him?” Sam asked, pitching his own voice low—after all, someone had mess with those he cared about. He was angry thinking about it; Joshua startled, so Sam asked again, “Who did it? We can go after the sons of bitches with you.”

Joshua’s jaw clenched.

“Hunters,” he ground out. “Ones who didn’t approve of his relationship with… with me. I don’t… I don’t have exact names, though.”

“Then come with me,” Sam offered, holding out his hand. “Together, we’ll help you figure out who did it, and we’ll see them get what they deserve.”

Joshua looked down at Sam’s extended hand, before he looked up at the man himself. The temperature returned to normal, and the shadows fell away. The glow in the witch’s eyes faded, but they still burned with anger and determination…

Joshua took Sam’s hand.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Chisolm.”

[addieraesfanfic]

LOVE AND WAR CHAPTER 1

goodnight robicheaux x oc

summary: addie and goody haven’t seen each other for years. what will happen when they see each other again? will their love re-kindle?

The second I heard a knock at my door I had a bad feeling in my stomach. I don’t know why, but I did.

“Who is it?” I called out as my hand grazed my pistol that was sitting on my bedside table.

“The name’s Faraday. Joshua Faraday. Sam Chisolm sent me.”

“God damn,” I laughed to myself in pure shock. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Sam. I walked over to open up the door. The man was a little under 6ft, he was probably give or take 4 years older than I was. I gave him a small smile as I held my hand out to shake his. He responded and tipped his hat to me.

“So how did you meet Chisolm? You seem to be a hell of a lot younger than he is.” Faraday asked as we trotted our horses to the “meeting spot”.

“For the record I’m 32 so not that much younger if you ask me. About seven or so years ago I knew a fella named Goodnight. Him and Sam were friends so I knew him.”

“Goodnight Robicheaux?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yes sir, we were um… good friends but my Daddy wasn’t a huge fan of me and him being together if you know what I mean.” It was true, I was in love with Goody but my Daddy hated him so much he made us move states. But he’s been dead for five years now and I live on my own. I wish I could go back and tell him I wasn’t leaving. Faraday didn’t respond, all he did was let out a little chuckle as we stopped at this huge tree. There were a few people scattered around the tree. I hopped off my horse as I ran up to Sam and gave him a hug. He groaned as our bodies collided and held me tight.

“Goody’s here,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled away from me. I saw him. He was leaning up against the tree, cigarette in hand.

“Who’s the lady?” I asked as I tried to forget Goody was a yard away from me.

“That’s Emma. We work for her,”

I smiled kindly as I walked over and shook her hand.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Glad to see another woman,” She laughed in content as we shook hands. I let go of her hand and walked up to Goody.

“Hey,” I greeted quietly. His head shot up so fast you’d think he’d heard a ghost. I couldn’t quite read his facial expression as he took a long draw of his cigarette, never breaking eye contact with me. I was horrified, I know that sounds stupid. I didn’t have a reason to be horrified of him, when I told him I had to leave he was nothing but kind and understanding. I’ll never forget what he said to me that day. “maybe someday we’ll see each other again and we can start over,”. I still loved him, I never touched any other man since him. It sounds pathetic but I couldn’t. I guess I held onto the hope that someday we’d see each other again.

“How’s your Daddy?” Goodnight asked in a smart-ass tone.

“Dead, heart attack,” I responded with a light laugh. Sure I liked my father but I’m not the most forgiving person on planet earth. I certainly wasn’t gonna forgive him for taking love away from me. Goody stood up tall and started walking towards his horse as he walked by he made sure to get as close to me as possible. I could feel his breath on my face as he spoke.

“It’s good to see you Addie,” He smiled as he put a kind hand on my shoulder before he continued to make his way over to his horse. I sighed as I wiped the sweat that gathered onto my forehead. This was gonna be a long trip.

“Who’s that?” I called out as I pointed in the general direction of a man I’ve never seen before.

“Billy Rocks he’s with me,” Goody responded as he put his hat back on his head. I walked up to Faraday as he was having a conversation with Sam.

“Oh good we gotta mexican,” Faraday said sarcastically as he walked up to the poor guy.

“Ole muchacho,”

“Faraday stop being an ass,” I criticized as I walked past him, grabbing the hat off of his head in the process.

“What a merry band we are.” Goody commented as we trotted on our horses down a dusty path. He went on to give everyone a stereotype such as a “texican” and so on. But there’s one thing he said that stuck with me.

“This is not gonna end well.”

[tinkertoysdamn]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joshua Faraday/Vasquez, Sam Chisolm & Joshua Faraday Characters: Joshua Faraday, Sam Chisolm, Vasquez (The Magnificent Seven 2016), All Seven (The Magnificent Seven) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Period Typical Attitudes, Adaptation, Not Beta Read Summary:

After the Battle of Rose Creek, Chisholm presents the Seven with a new job, cleaning up the mining town of Personville, Montana. A hotbed of corruption and scandal, the Seven will have to use their wits and not just their guns to untangle the town's complicated politics.

Inspired by Yojimbo and the novel Red Harvest. Because one Kurosawa adaptation isn't enough.

Plot. We’re finally developing some plot. 

[fontainebleau22]

The Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets AU I can’t stay away from! With thanks to @lazaefair for the original prompt and the wonderful artwork that goes with it.

Vasquez gets himself kidnapped and almost eaten, Faraday enlists Goodnight’s help to look for him, meets some new people and almost gets himself killed, and everyone learns some surprising things about their friends’ pasts.

[skylarynns-silverado]

Character Source List

Sources [usually films or television shows - anything else will have notation] will be in bold. Characters will be formatted with their in-universe name, followed by the original character in italics. Name formatting will be [First Name] [Middle Name] ["Nick Name"] [Maiden Name/Original Surname] [Married Name/Taken Surname] as applicable. I will probably also be adding links to everything, but later.

Wanted: Dead or Alive 1958-1961 Joshua Everett "Josh" Randall - Josh Randall

Rawhide 1959-1965 Randolph Jacob "Rowdy" Yates - Rowdy Yates

The Magnificent Seven 1960 Franklin Vaughn "Frank" Randall - Vin Giovanni Vittorio "Gio" Auditore - Bernardo O'Reilly Brittony "Britt" Calvin - Britt Byron Allen Lee III - Lee Carlos "Chico" Hernandez - Chico

The Dollars Trilogy 1964-1966 Jonas Blake "Joey" Yates - The Man With No Name / Joe/Manco/Blondie

Hang 'Em High 1968 Jeremy Cooper "Jed" Yates - Jed Cooper Rachel Warren - Rachel Warren

Once Upon a Time in the West 1969 Emilio "Harmonica" Arman - Harmonica Jorge Gutierrez - Cheyenne

Rustlers' Rhapsody 1985 Revelin "Rex" O'Houlihan - Rex O'Herlihan Peter Twist - Peter

Silverado 1985 [to be honest I'm taking almost all the characters, but main characters/love interests:] Emmett Martell - Emmett Paden Cassidy - Paden Tyree Ransom Ekker - Tyree Hannah Kincaid Weslan [Cobb] - Hannah Weslan Malachi "Mal" Johnson - Malachi "Mal" Johnson Jacob "Rattlesnake Jake" Martell - Jake Stella Bonneville - Stella Rae Johnson - Rae Johnson Phoebe Hartshorne - Phoebe

Quigley Down Under 1990 Matthew Quigley - Matthew Quigley

Maverick 1994 Bret Maverick [Jr.] - Bret Maverick Annabelle Bransford - Annabelle Bransford

The Marshal 1995 Veronica "Ronnie" Davis - Veronica Cole

The Quick and the Dead 1995 Jessamy "Jessie" MacIntyre - The Lady / Ellen Cameron "Cam" McPhee - The Kid / Fee Herod Cortney "Cort" Cobb - Cort

The Magnificent Seven 1998-2000 [much like Silverado I'm taking almost all the characters, but main characters/love interests:] Christian "Chris" Larabee - Chris Larabee Vincent Ulysses "Vin" Tanner - Vin Tanner Nathan Jackson - Nathan Jackson John Daniel "J.D." Dunne - J.D. Dunne Buck Wilmington - Buck Wilmington Ezra Phineas Standish - Ezra Standish Mary Travis - Mary Travis Casey Welles - Casey Welles Inez Recillos - Inez Recillos

Firefly 2002 Robert Malcolm "Bobby" Reynolds - Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds Zoe Martinez - Zoe Alleyne Washbourne Jayne Cobb - Jayne Cobb Eleena Vasquez - Inara Serra Simon Morgan - Simon Tam River Morgan - River Tam Kaylee Frye - Kaywinnit Lee "Kaylee" Frye Sheppard Book - Derrial Book

Supernatural 2005-2020 John Winchester - John Winchester Dean Winchester - Dean Winchester Samuel "Sam" Winchester - Samuel "Sam" Winchester

3:10 to Yuma 2007 Daniel "Dan" Evans - Daniel "Dan" Evans William "Will" Evans - William Evans Benjamin "Ben" Wade - Ben Wade Charles "Charlie" Prince - Charlie Prince

Six of Crows 2015 Caspian/Casimir "Caz" Zima Winters - Kaz Brekker Haruko - Inej Ghafa Christophe "Kit Benny" Benoit - Jesper Fahey Wyatt Vanderbilt - Wylan Van Eck Hannah "Nan" Gallagher - Nina Zenik

The Magnificent Seven 2016 Samuel "Sam" Chisolm - Sam Chisolm Joshua "Josh" Faraday - Josh Faraday Manuel Vasquez - Vasquez Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux - Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux Billy Rocks - Billy Rocks Red Harvest - Red Harvest Emma Cullen - Emma Cullen

The Hunters 2020 [a series I am currently working on writing] Elias Hawkins - Elias Walker Hawkins Lucas "Luke" Hearne - Faolan Lucas "Luke" MacTiernan Auryon "Aury" Hearne - Auryon "Aury" Hearne-MacTiernan Hawkins Sebastian "Owl Eyes" St. James Cheyenne - Sylvain Alistair Abigale "Abby" McKenzie - Kindra Arden

Jessta James Music Videos 2021-2022 [specifically Hell's Coming With Me, Loaded Gun, and War Cry] Josiah "Josey" James - Jessta James

Original Characters 2023+ [that I've made for the project] Melissa "Missy" Ekker - Tyree's mother Bethany "Beth" Skinner - a love interest

[evco-productions]

Fanfics I'll Never Get Around to Writing #10

A DOZEN CRUMPLED DOLLARS

Premise: eleven different marshals, rangers, and bounty hunters have unknowingly set out to capture the same elusive gunslinger. They may end up killing each other long before they've found their target.

Characters featured: Django Freeman, Sam Chisolm & the surviving members of the Magnificent Seven, Rooster Cogburn, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, Wyatt Earp, Bass Reeves, the Man with No Name, Billy the Kid, Wild Bill Hickcock

Specifics: I love Westerns and a giant crossover between fictional and historical gunslinger characters excites me.

[ruinconstellation]

Fic rec: "Tall Tales" by kay_cricketed (@columbinepurples).

Fandom: The Magnificent 7 (movie 2016). Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, temporary character deaths Relationships: Vasquez/Joshua Faraday, Billy Rocks/Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux, Sam Chisolm & Emma Cullen, Red Harvest & Jack Horne, Emma Cullen/Matthew Cullen Characters: Sam Chisolm, Vasquez, Joshua Faraday, Billy Rocks, Goodnight "Goody" Robicheaux, Emma Cullen, Red Harvest, Jack Horne, Teddy Q, Bartholomew Bogue, Denali Summary: When Rose Creek falls to the blight that is Bartholomew Bogue and his Blackstones, Emma Cullen rides out in search of men who are more than blood and bone and tooth. In the golden age of tall tales, she finds some of the tallest to lead her ragtag army, each of them with their own reason for being there. While Sam Chisolm searches for some form of justice and Goodnight Robicheaux struggles to keep his death toll in check, the silver-tongued whirlwind that is Joshua Faraday finds himself drawn to a good-natured vaquero with his own share of secrets. wordcount: 46,549.

Why I'm recommending this fic:

it is a beautiful work with amazing prose

I read the story in about three hours flat and I want you to be sucked into it too

[sconfittoleone]

[kleiner-ghost]

Fun fact about Sam. I forgot his last name. I was reading a fic, and "Chisolm" was in it, and I could not for the life of me figure out who it was. Incidentally I was also wondering where the leader of the 7 was at.

Denzel Washington as Sam Chisolm The Magnificent Seven, 2016

[faraquezshipper5794]

Im gonna be posting some fanart soon so keep an eye out for it!

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons + Drabble: How the Seven Admit Their Feelings For You (2016 Movie)

I did this same headcanon prompt for the Tv Series, you can find those -here-

Characters: Goodnight Robicheaux, Billy Rocks, Vasquez, Red Harvest, Sam Chisolm, and Joshua Faraday - All x GN!Readers *No Jack Horne, because though I like his character, I do not want to write a 'x reader' with him.

Warnings: A couple kisses (in Goodies, Vasquez, and Faradays), but that's about it.

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Goodnight Robicheaux:

Goodie is very forward with his feelings as soon as he realizes them, whether these feelings are just attraction or love.

He is flirtatious and charming as soon as you meet, but the second he realizes he has genuine feelings for you, he can't keep it buried.

Afraid to scare you off, he shows his feelings subtly at first, then becomes more affectionate over time.

Instead of casually calling you 'darling', he starts calling you 'sweetheart' or 'love'.

You notice that he will suddenly always be by your side, often shoulders brushing, or a casual hand brushing yours as he walks past.

He compliments you, helps you with anything you need, he is always there. But he is very good at not being stifling, he gives you your space.

You will catch him staring at you more often, and when you do he just smiles and winks.

He will kiss your knuckles/hand when leaving, or if he sees you again after some time apart.

You are unsure if he is just being flirtatious, or if he is being genuine, so you do not really react to any of it.

It does not take Goodie long to realize this, so he decides to catch you alone one day so he can reassure you of how genuine his feelings are.

Goodie smiled to himself as he found you alone, humming to yourself as you braided a new bridle for your horse. He felt a nervous flutter in his chest, but took a deep breath and made his way towards you.

"Well now, that's coming along beautifully." He commented as he sat beside you, running his fingers along part of the bridle.

You smiled at him, "Thank you."

Goodie watched you for a moment, his eyes gently exploring your profile, as he admired how delicate your skin looked.

Looking back up, you met his eyes and smiled softly, almost shyly. "Did you need something Goodnight?"

He smiled softly at you and shook his head, "No, just wanted to spend some time with you is all."

You felt your neck heat up a bit as you nervously looked back down at the bridle. Goodie smiled to himself, seeing how his words effected you.

He leaned in a little and whispered. "I lied."

You looked up and met his eyes again, feeling a jolt in your chest as you realized how close you were now.

"About what?" You asked, your voice also in a whisper.

"I do want something."

"What's that?"

A small smirk played at the edge of his lips. "I wanted to tell you something. Or, at least, reassure you of something."

You continued to look at him, without speaking, waiting for him to continue.

Goodie looked down at your hand, and reached over to grab it. Gently, he took your hand and brought it to his face, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

Your heart began beating rapidly, as your breath became uneven.

"I adore you." He said softly, and your breath hitched in your throat.

You let out a soft breath as you shook your head with a soft smile. "I never know if you are being genuine Goodie."

He frowned slightly but nodded his head. "I know. And that is entirely my fault. That's what I wanted to tell you, to reassure you that-" he squeezed your hand softly. "-I have never been more genuine."

Your eyes flicked to his hands holding yours, before you met his eyes. "Truly?"

He nodded as he brought your hand to his lips again "Truly."

His own heart fluttered as a smile spread across your face, "I suppose t's no secret i feel the same?"

He grinned "Not so much. But I love your transparency, it only makes me adore you even more."

You let out a soft laugh as you looked down at your feet shyly. Feeling a finger hook underneath your chin, Goodnight made you look up at him again.

He has a soft smile on his face as he leaned closer. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. His facial hair tickled your skin lightly as he did so.

Pulling away, he gently grazed his fingers across your cheek as you locked eyes, sharing in a silent revelation.

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Billy Rocks:

Billy is very reserved and might be unsure of himself at first.

He notices how his eyes always seem to search for you, how he thinks of you when you are not around, and how he seems to gravitate towards you when you are.

It was Goodie who first suggested that maybe it was because Billy was developing strong feelings for you.

Billy took this to heart and started to pay more attention to how he felt around you.

He started to notice how your presence affected him.

How your presence made his heart beat faster, how your smile sent butterflies through his stomach, how your laugh made him smile.

He felt stupid for not having noticed how much you effected him earlier.

But once he did notice, the thought of you drove him crazy, and he couldn't help but constantly think of how happy he would be if you were with him.

Billy would often think that you would not see him that way, but one day when he caught your eyes and you smiled brightly at him, he thought, maybe he was wrong.

And there was only one real way of finding out.

Billy's heart continued to beat rapidly as he began to follow you. You were heading toward the stream just outside the town. This could be the perfect moment to tell you how he felt.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to settle his anxiety. He slowed down as he watched you dip down, running your hand through the stream.

As you began to gather water into a few canteens, you heard a crunch of leaves and looked back. You saw Billy standing a few feet behind you, hat in his hands.

You smiled at him, feeling butterflies flutter through your stomach. "Hello Billy."

He smiled awkwardly as he took a few steps closer. "I'm sorry if I startled you."

You stood and smiled, shaking your head. "You didn't." Noticing how fidgety he seemed, you began to grow a bit worried.

Turning fully toward him, you frowned a bit. "Is something wrong Billy?"

He shook his head softly. "No, nothing is wrong, I just... have something to say."

You felt your heart jolt out of surprise and anxiety, as your ears began to burn. What could he need to say that would make him so nervous? You waited for him to speak, holding your canteen in front of your chest as you fiddled with the strap.

Taking a few steps closer to you, he looked around to make sure you were alone, as he rotated his hat nervously in his hands. Feeling a bit frustrated at his own sudden awkwardness, he let out a frustrated breath before he met your eyes again.

"I like you, Y/n." As he paused, he watched your face for some form of reaction. He felt his worries lessen a little as he saw your lip quirk up into a small smile.

"You like me?" You questioned softly as you remained still.

Billy took another step towards you as he nodded "I do. Very much." Taking another tentative step closer, he was only a few feet away from you now "And I thought, that maybe, if you felt the same as me-" another step closer, he was right in front of you now, his eyes drilling into yours. "That we could-"

He stopped unsure of how to continue as he stood right in front of you now. You were so close, that his hands, still holding his hat, brushed against yours as you held your canteen in front of you.

"That we could...be together?" You finished tentatively, your voice soft, shy.

He nodded softly as his eyes scanned your face "Yes." Stretching out a single finger, he gently caressed your hand.

You repressed a grin, but smile softly at him, "I do feel the same Billy."

You saw a quick moment of surprise flash across his face before a small smile stretched across it. "Good."

Your smile widened a bit as his hand gently wrapped around yours. Bringing it up to his face, he pressed a kiss to the back of it, his eyes never leaving yours.

---

Vasquez:

Vasquez was a flirt, and he was attracted to many people.

But there was something about you that made him feel different.

He was the one who made people blush, or giggle. He was the one who caused butterflies in peoples stomachs.

However, when you complimented him, he blushed. When he would make you laugh, he felt proud. When you walked into the room, his heart would flutter.

You made him feel the way he always tried to make you feel.

You didn't see him as a scary outlaw, you saw him as a brave man who did what he needed to to stay alive.

You would listen to him, talk to him, help him. And he was not used to it. Not used to someone caring about him.

He adored you and it did not take much for him to realize it.

What scared him as that you did not want more with him, that you did not want him as much as he wanted you.

So Vasquez decided to wait, to watch, to see if he could find out just how you felt.

And one day, when you all showed up in a new town, it wasn't long before a local started flirting with you.

Vasquez was jealous, he was angry.

But he was glad when you seemed to shoo that man away, and he was ecstatic, when you came to him to find shelter from other's attentions.

Vasquez's eyes never left your face as you settled in the stool beside him. You let out a breath and Vasquez smiled.

A grin spread across his face. "Not enjoying your new found attention Abejita?"

You smiled to yourself as used his nickname for you, 'little bee', harmless unless threatened, cute but dangerous.

You met his eyes "Who could enjoy the garbage coming out of that mans mouth? Tell me Vasquez, do all men think that insulting someone makes them seem irresistible?"

You saw the smile on his face falter "He insulted you?"

You shrugged a little "I think he thought he was complimenting me, but all he really called me was desperate."

"Said the spider to the fly." Vasquez hissed as he looked back over his shoulder at the man. "What will you do if he bothers you again?"

"Same thing I just did." You said simply.

Looking over at you, you smiled softly "You think he's gonna come bother me if I'm with you?"

A smile slowly spread across his face as he leaned his head a little closer "So you came to me to for safety?"

You let out a soft chuckle, "Well I know how you like having your ego stroked."

He gave you a sly smile and chuckled "You coming to be with me is the highest form of compliment amor."

You felt your heart palpitate, "'Amor', that's a new one." You said softly as you stared down at the counter, trying to sound more amused than sheepish.

Vasquez felt a jolt of pride and courage as he could see how calling you 'love' effected you. His eyes grazed over your profile as he hungrily took it in. Leaning in just a little more he smiled softly as he gently ran his finger under your chin, making you look over at him, obviously perplexed.

"Now you know you you make me feel."

You let out a soft laugh "What?"

"Those butterflies in your stomach? That's how I always feel around you amor."

His voice and gaze was unusually soft, and you could tell he was not joking. Your heart began fluttering faster.

You smiled softly. "I never imagined you having butterflies."

"Only for you" He quickly replied.

"Is that so?" You said with an amused smile, wondering how truthful he was being.

Your voices were soft, almost whispers, your faces not far apart as your eyes seemed locked on each other. You saw his eyes flick to your lips, so fast you almost missed it.

"It is so, and new. I'm not used to this feeling."

"What feeling is that?"

Vasquez's lip quirked up a bit, you were forcing him to admit it, you needed to hear it to believe it.

He shook his head softly "I do not know what it's called. But I know what it will become." He paused, letting the silent tension rise a bit, he looked at your lips again, for longer this time. Locking his eyes with yours again he spoke in a whisper. "Love."

"You seem certain." You wanted him to be, just as much as you were.

Reaching out, he gently caressed your face with his fingers, "I am."

"And how do you feel about that?"

Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, quick, yet perfect. He smiled softly, and whispered "Ready."

---

Red Harvest:

I think a lot of people would expect Red Harvest to not really understand his own feelings.

But I think it's the opposite.

He knows exactly what he feels, when he feels it.

He just does not act on it until he knows it is the right thing to do.

And when he realizes he has developed feelings for you, he is unsure of when the right moment would be to tell you this. Or if there was a right moment at all.

He had never been more unsure of himself, as when he realized he cared for you like that.

Red Harvest admires your bravery and strength, and adores your laugh and your kindness.

Too caught up in how he feels, he often misses the signs that you feel the same.

When Sam makes a passing comment about it one day, Red Harvest realizes that maybe now was the right moment after all.

"You should go with Y/n." Sam said casually as he and Red Harvest watched you preparing your horse to go to the nearest town to get supplies.

Red Harvest felt his heart palpitate, but he ignored it. "Why?" He asked bluntly.

Sam looked at him from the corner of his eye, before he began to turn and head back into the safe house. "Because they want you to."

Red watched Sam for a moment before he looked back over at you, watching as you began to mount your horse. Should he go with you? You would get to be alone for a while. Just the two of you.

As you turned to look back at him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. You smiled softly. "I'll be back soon."

Before you could ride off, he called out "Wait."

Looking back at him in mild surprise, you waited as he remained silent for a moment.

"Can I come with you?" He asked tentatively.

You watched him for a moment before you smiled and nodded "Of course."

Red Harvest chastised himself continuously the longer he didn't say anything. He allowed you to speak, and replied when necessary. He enjoyed listening to you talk, and he had every intention of telling you how he felt. But now, as you were on your way back to the safe house, and he had said nothing, he was angry with himself.

Looking over at you, he admired your profile as you looked out ahead of you. You could feel his gaze on you, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You often caught him watching you, and you could only wish it meant what you wanted it to.

You were caught off guard when he spoke, breaking the silence that had been surrounding you for nearly twenty minutes.

"I enjoy riding with you. We should do it more often."

You looked over at him and smiled brightly, "I agree, I like it too." Your eyes locked for a moment and you felt an almost unbearable tension in your chest. "It's much nicer than the constant bickering between Faraday and Vasquez." You added quickly, trying to break the tension you thought you alone felt.

Red Harvest continued to watch you, even as you looked away. Not even he could miss the way you seem to be effected by his comment, or the tension that rose between you in that moment.

Stopping his horse, he watched as you stopped just ahead, turning back to look at him.

"Whats wrong?" You asked, looking around quickly, wondering if he saw something.

Silently, he got down from his horse, and you watched him in confusion. His eyes stayed locked on you as he walked over to your horse, looking up at you.

Lifting his hand up, you understood he wanted you to get down as well. Your heart was hammering in your chest as confusion washed over you. What was happening? Did he see something, hear something?

Getting off your horse, you felt him gently grab your waist to steady you as you did so. As you stood, he was directly in front of you, his eyes still locked with yours, as his hand still rested on your waist.

There was a moment of still silence, as the tension from before grew. Finally, Red Harvest spoke, his voice soft. "I enjoy being with you."

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you struggled to find your voice for a moment. "I enjoy being with you too." You finally said softly.

You felt your body freeze as he slowly lifted his hand, and cupped your face. His eyes darted around your face before he met your eyes again. "I did not know what this path would lead me too. But I think, it was you."

As you smiled, he gently, ran his thumb across your lips and you saw the ghost of a smile on his face. The silence engulfing you was no longer tense, but comfortable, electric, the beginning of a new path together.

---

Sam Chisholm:

Sam has a great understanding of how he feels. And he is an advocate for not keeping it too himself.

He is also very good at reading other people, and knows you feel the same.

However, chances are, you are younger than him. Or better than him in ways he can't explain. And that throws him off a bit.

You should be with someone your age, or someone more like you, someone who would not drag you into danger like he does.

So he tries to do the honorable thing, and push his feelings aside, waiting for the day when you find someone else. Someone who could be better for you.

But God, is it hard.

When every time he sets his eyes on you, his heart flutters.

The sound of your voice is music to his ears, and your laugh is his favorite sound in the world.

And God forbid, if someone else shows an interest in you. It takes everything in his power not to scare them off.

But you do it for him. You never show any interest in anyone one else.

Sam notices this, and can't help but feel relieved.

Eventually, he can no longer push those feeling aside. And starts to run out of excuses, so he gives in.

As the locals continued to dance, and you refused yet another dance with someone for the umpteenth time in the night, Sam felt his chest clench. He was glad you were not dancing with anyone else, as he knew how it would made him feel. But, he did want to see you dance.

Standing up a bit straighter, he took a breath. If he wanted to see you dance, he might as well do it himself. Though, what if you said no to him too?

As he walked over to you, he felt his lips curl as you saw him and smiled. Stopping in front of you, he smiled softly "Now why is it that you are refusing to dance tonight Y/n?"

He saw you struggle for an answer for a moment before you shrugged lightly "Can't find the right partner I suppose."

There was something in your tone that told him what he wanted to hear, as a soft smile crossed his face. Slowly, he reached out his hand "I suppose you wouldn't want to dance with me then?"

Your eyes glanced down at his hand as you smiled softly. Looking back up as him, you tilted your head a bit before a soft, almost teasing smile graced your face, making his heart flutter.

You spoke as you placed your hand on top of his "Then you would be wrong Sam Chisholm."

He grinned down at you as he began to lead you out onto the dance floor "There aren't many times I'm glad in being wrong you know."

"There aren't many times you are wrong period." You said with a soft chuckle as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders as you danced. You were glad the current song being played was slow, so you could talk.

"Is that so?" He asked teasingly. "As I recall, I was wrong about that lawyer in the last town not being in on the heists going on."

You shrugged your head lightly "True, but you were right about the ring leader when no one else was, so I think that balanced it out."

He smiled as he hummed a bit. You chuckled softly "You can't think of any other times recently can you?"

His smile widened a bit "Well these is one thing I'm afraid I might be wrong about."

"What's that?"

"You." He said softly, staring into your eyes.

"Me?"

"Mhm."

"What are you afraid you are wrong about Sam?" Something was telling you, you already knew. But you'd hate to jump to a conclusion that would break your heart.

"Us." He said softly. Seeing your eyes widen slightly, he continued. "I'm afraid I read us wrong. Afraid I'm wrong in believing you feel the same way I do."

Your heart was beating quickly as your eyes refused to leave his. "Do you have feelings for me Sam?"

He nodded softly. "I do."

A small smile crept along your face as you shook your head ever-so-slightly "Then you aren't wrong."

His heart fluttered in his chest as his smile remained wide. Pulling you a bit closer as you continued to dance, he whispered softly as e stared into yours eyes lovingly, glad he finally took a chance on you.

---

Joshua Faraday:

Faraday has commitment issues.

He is a love 'em and leave 'em sort of guy.

Until he meets you.

At first he thinks it is the normal physical attraction he has for most attractive people.

But then you get to know each other, and he starts to find you attractive in more ways than one.

You make him laugh, you challenge him, you can take his shit and give it back in equal measure.

Once he realizes that he has genuine feelings for you, he is terrified. That does not happen, not to him.

So he ignores it, but, not surprisingly, he fails miserably.

But he pushes forward, telling himself he's not the type of fall in love, and be with one person forever.

He tries to hide his feelings, with other people.

But the second someone shows interest, he feels immeasurable guilt, and even feels extremely uncomfortable to receive or give affection to someone that's not you.

That finally makes him realize, you are the only one in his mind, and his heart.

Confiding in Sam, he helps him realize that this type of thing doesn't happen that often, and he'd be a fool to let it pass by.

So he swallows his pride, shoves away his fears, and decides to tell you how he feels.

Faraday stared at your hotel room door for what felt like hours before he finally knocked. Part of him hoped you weren't inside, that he could turn and run, but when he heard you call out for him to come in, he felt his heart start hammering.

You looked up to see Faraday open your door. You were a bit surprised as you expected it to be Sam.

You smiled at him "Hey Faraday."

"Hey." He greeted with an awkward smile as he stayed standing in the open doorway.

You frowned "You gonna come in, or..."

Seeing him come to his senses he quickly stepping inside and closed the door. He scratched his ear as he looked around.

"You need something or are you just bored?"

"Bored." He said and nodded, "Bar's closed for repairs."

You nodded as you watched him curiously. He adjusted the blanket at the end of your bed before wandering over to the window and looking out.

"Nice day today, not too hot."

"Okay, Faraday, what's going on?"

Spinning around he looked at you with mild alarm and a questioning gaze.

"You never just show up for small talk, and you are really bad at it. So, I'm assuming you are here for something else."

Straightening up, you watched as he started playing with his hat as he held it. "Yeah, right, that. Uhm, yeah, I did have something I wanted to say, but, uh, I can't seem to- to find the words."

Was he...nervous? You watched him closely as he stared at the floor, seemingly trying hard to think of what to say.

Glancing over at you, he nodded his head a bit "I'll come back later."

You watched with bewilderment as he marched to your door and grabbed the door handle before stopping. He let out a sigh before he turned back around, staring at you in silence.

You blinked a few times as you watched him. "Faraday?" You questioned softly.

"I'm not good at this." He blurted out.

"Not good at what?"

"I'm not good, at telling people how I feel."

You almost smiled, but pushed it down "I would be lying if I said I didn't notice that." Standing up, you took a step closer to him, his eyes on you closely. "But if it helps, if you have something you need to get off your chest, I wont tell anyone. We're friends Joshua, you can tell me anything."

His heart leapt a bit as he took a breath "That's the problem. Us being friends, I mean."

You frowned a bit, unsure if you should be offended, or hopeful of where this conversation was turning.

"I don't want to be friends, I mean, just friends. I want to be more than that, but...I've never..."

You spoke softly "You've never been in a serious relationship." You knew this about him, it was something he had previously been proud of, but now you weren't so sure.

He nodded softly, "I've never felt serious about anyone. Until I met you that is. I thought that is wasn't for me so I ignored it, but anytime I-I flirted with someone else, or someone else came onto me, i felt...wrong. Because, you are all I want."

You had noticed his change in demeanor around others recently. He didn't flirt as heavily with people he met. He didn't even seem to consider propositions he would get. You wondered what changed, hoping it maybe had something to do with you, but you were never sure, until now.

You smiled at him as you took another step closer. "I feel the same about you Joshua. I was just waiting for you to see it too."

His anxiety faded as he smiled down at you, relief settled in his chest. His eyes dated around your face as you smiled at him. Stepping closer, meeting you, he brought his hand up to your face as his eyes traced your lips.

"I'm not used not being such a coward."

You giggled softly "You're not a coward Joshua, just a little scared of something new."

Gently stroking your face his voice got softer "I am afraid, but I ain't gonna run. Not anymore."

"Good to hear it." You smiled.

Leaning down, he met your lips in a kiss. The fear and uncertainty in his chest fading as he was met with certainly and safety in your arms.

xx End xx

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THE MAGNIFICENT 7

I am bored and so fucking tired. I don't want to go to school because I am failing. Anyways, here is this.

kill me please

Introducing: the boys

by: me

just do me a favor and imagine this as a funny Tik Tok or so idk.

1. Jack Horne

lives in the mountains

would and will stab you multiple times if you are mean to him

unlock his tragic backstory

prays to the Lord every day

feminist

hungry af

violent but only if the Lord approves

funny voice

had a wife and kids once

prays only little prayers for people that don't deserve big prayers

cute laugh

a bear in peoples clothes

did kill many indigenous people for money but is a changed man

big softy

probably gives the best hugs

my sisters favorite

dies a tragic death

2. Red Harvest

hates white people food

speaks white man english, but decides not to

will kill you if you are a bad person

befriends you only if you eat the heart of a deer

has a different path than most people from his tribe

better than Merida

nice horse

very much very adorable if he likes you

doesn't ask questions - will help you with whatever

would show you his culture

also one of my sisters favorites

both of my parents' favorite

survives yay

3. Vasquez

smart enough not to drop his first name

would not tell you what it means in spanish if you asked him a word

mexican tm

is not a texican

calls you guero if he likes you

scared of taking responsibility

has 3 Marias (bitches)

eating habits worse than a pig (means both his hands are dirty when he eats with a spoon)

smokes and drinks because he can and he will

funny as fuck

probably in love with Faraday

would let him eat me out ngl

has no family or friends

his head is worth 500$ for killing some important guy

gun skills 100

doesn't care if you don't understand him, he will still talk in spanish

would be a great father ngl

I love him very much

stands a bit weird every now and then

still hot tho

survives yay

4. Goodnight Robicheaux

'What we lost in the fire-'

has PTSD

it keeps going on, and on, and on-

best sharpshooter alive istg

can shoot you even if he doesn't see you

definition of the word gentleman

respects everthing and everyone

heavy drinker

adorable and kind

southern charm has me weak

has the biggest puppy eyes

literally perfect human being

love him more than my own life

would marry him without hesitation

is baby - will always be baby

gets angry if you keep being a bitch

would not lay hand on you tho

stronger than he thinks

dubbed 'the angel of death'

23 confirmed kills at antietam

he is a legend

but that is not all he is

everyone fears him even tho he is such a nice person

Faraday kinda not likes him idk

he is not a coward

oh so french he could be a baguette (wtf)

speaks french fluently

would call you 'ma chére'

would kiss your hand as a greeting

has trouble killing people since he came back from war

bffs with Billy

but I think they had sex at some point

thinks an owl followed him and told him he would die a ghastly death

heard a voice

an old friend of Sam Chisolm

would support every decision you make

would randomly call you pretty

husband material

would play along as fuck if you'd try to mess with somebody

can be hillarious

the voice of an angel

can sing very well and play the piano

Aura Lee <3

god he is so hot

he knows all the shit

read like every book existant istg

Did I already say that I literally love him?

his death breaks my heart every time

5. Sam Chisolm

'-we'll find in the ashes.'

duly sworn warrant officer of the Circuit Court in Wichita Kansas

also licenced peace officer in the Indian Territory Kansas Nebraska and seven other states

shoots you without you noticing it

Dad of the group

old friend of Goodnight

would eat a deers heart if offered for a befriending ritual

nice laugh

justice is worth more than life

everything matches with black, even his horse

wants revenge for his family

had a sister

'Hell I don't know. Avenge me?'

very understanding

would tell you he is proud of you as if he was your father

would kill hundreds of people just to help you out

righteous and honorable

plans everything

leader person

would help you get out of a shitty situation

can't do speeches

doesn't drink or smoke

will accept you no matter what you do (except if you kill his family then not)

bounty hunter (if money on your head high enough, he will want to kill you)

good man

a little awkward sometimes but he is cool

dope scar on his neck

nice fuzzy moustache

probably slept with Goodnight

survives yay

6. Joshua Faraday

him and I are very similar

'you're just a little bit too much like me'

his dick does all his thinking

still probably packin' tho

gives you shooting lessons you never asked for or wanted

he shows off a lot

so proud of himself

'Guero'

something about Goodnight bothers him

doesn't know what a syllable is

there is no forgiveness for men like him

so has a crush on Vasquez istg

horse name Jack

will make fun of you no matter what

drunk 24/7

traded his horse for Whiskey and would probably trade you too

homophobic gay vibes

always been lucky with one-eyed jacks

has a wife called Ethel (his gun)

and a sidechick called Maria (his other gun) which is not Vasquez' Maria

plays poker like a pro and shows you card tricks to get your attention before he just shoots you

funny as fuck

will flirt with you, your sister and your mother. Probably even your granny

never had a relationship before istg

probably cries after sex

bottom who thinks is a top

doesn't know how to english

probably never picked up a single book in his entire life

mommy and daddy issues

actually adorable

probably an Aries

doesn't fear death the slightest

Irish American

didn't fall from a horses ass

can't stop talking

thinks he is so cool

ladiesman

hot as fuck even tho it's Chris Pratt

would fuck him

'worlds greateat lover'

gets shot multiple times but still alive and slaying the runway - dies later on

last thing he wanted to do in his life was to have a good smoke

always wanted to blow something up (ends up blowing himself up)

dies a tragic hero death

7. Billy Rocks

mysterious chinese guy

can and will kill you with a hairpin

Goodnights sidekick

knows how to handle knives

probably has a knifekink

so in love with Goodnight it's getting embarrassing

majestic hair ong

doesn't talk a lot

usually doesn't drink (only when Goodnight left)

natural beauty

very adorable and kind

would always comfort you

good boi

very small, very much baby, but always there for Goodnight

small but stabby

the skills he had omg

kills racists (don't rip Arcade)

probably fucking with you atm and you don't even know it

once fought a whole salloon bare knuckled and won

not a man to arrest

a man to befriend

would take a fag and kiss you to blow the smoke into your mouth - very erotic

would call you 'beautiful' as a nickname

very attractive

handsome boi

amazing laugh

earns money for killing people in shooting games

bffs with Goodnight

they fucked at one point tho

my 10 yr. old cousins favorite

eats with his hands only, and still cleaner than Vasquez, who eats with a spoon

his last words were Goodnights name

dies next to Goodnight

Thank you for your attention

if you have any more suggestions of things to add to this list, let me know.

Also sorry for spelling mistakes. Typing this shit with my eyes half open, but I refuse to sleep because as soon as I wake up I only have one day left before school starts again and I want to escape reality by pretending it just doesn't exist.

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