tags: sean having a tiny crush on you, jealousy (obviously), reunions, love confessions, getting together
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it had been a few weeks, maybe 3, since you'd seen your best friend sean. the two of you got split at blackwater, and you were worried he might of fallen to the wrong hands. everyone wasn't too worried, but every day when arthur comes back in you bother him for any information on sean; and every day he sighs and tells you there's been nothing.
you found comfort in john; the two of you had grown closer throughout the blackwater chaos. you had stuck with john when it happened, and went out to find him when you were all on the mountain. the two of you were being teased for being 'flirty' with each other. the two of you were growing closer, much closer, and every night you confide your worry in him.
you're sitting at the campfire, playing cards with hosea as dutch tells some story from his childhood. john is pacing around, you both share glances and shy smiles and every time hosea nudges your foot teasingly. "john, sit down. you're making me nervous." uncle sighs, your friend sneers. "gimme a minute, i'm thinkin'." he grumbles. "don't hurt yourself." you joke, meeting his eyes with a glance. "ha-ha." he laughs sarcastically. you smile to yourself, placing your card down.
john is stuck. he really wants to ask you out, but the idea of rejection is terrifying. you were so lovely, in every way, and john craves you. the two of you have shared beds, woke up together in fits of laughter and he wants it to stay like that. john approaches you, smiling at you; ready to ask for a conversation when arthur's voice calls out to you, and you perk up. "we have your boy!" you immediately get up, knocking the card pile over and almost tripping as you sprint through the camp.
"y/n!" sean beams, the two of you meet in a bone crushing hug. you can't help but sob as the irishman hauls you up into his arms, spinning you. "you're so fucking dead, macguire." you laugh, resting your forehead against his neck. "oh, cmon! gimme a little lovin'!" he laughs, putting you down carefully. your smile is huge, and sean copies it; arms sneaking around your waist to squeeze you. "i've missed you." you mumble, he nods. "believe me, i did too. them bastards didn't laugh at any of my jokes." sean pouts. "ohh, you poor thing."
after separating from sean, you catch sight of john. he's storming off into the woods, your smile falters. "come share a drink wit' me?" sean asks, you look back at him. "i will in a minute, the night's young. i'm just gonna go do something first." you smile, jogging after your friend. "well, let's start a party!" you hear sean call out to the camp, everyone sounds happy at the idea.
"john?" you yell, searching the woods for him. "john?!" after stumbling through some bushes, you find john brooding at a tree. "hey... what's wrong?" you frown, john scoffs. "nothing. go away." he grumbles, not even looking at you. "john, tell me." approaching him, you round him to look at his face. john goes to look away, but you touch his arm and his anger almost melts completely. "just go..." he begs, eyes meeting yours.
"talk to me." you reply, john sighs. "it's nothing. go have fun, sleep with sean. i don't care." you almost flinch back at his sour words. "john- what?" you furrow your brows, he laughs. "don't act dumb. you like him don't you?" john's question makes you laugh breathily. "of course i do, he's my friend."
"you know i don't mean it like that. you love sean, don't you?" john's arms cross over his chest, you feel rather taken aback. "what? no!" you laugh, but john's expression is serious. "john, you can't be serious... i mean, sean?" you try to get him to smile, but he seems genuinely upset.
"why does it matter anyway?" you ask, stepping a little closer so he'd look at you. "why does it- does any of this matter to you?!" john stands up fully, gesturing between the two of you. "john-"
"has all of this been some fuckin' fling whilst you waited on sean to come back?" he snarls, you back away slightly. "what?? john, no! i don't know what you're thinking right now but i can assure you, i don't love sean like that. he's like my brother." you reply, a tightening in your chest. "why are you being like this..?" you add on, john huffs out a laugh. "because i love you!"
silence covers the two of you; you blink at john as he looks away. "i should go-" he mumbles, but you stop him. "no, don't..." you don't know why, but your voice is equally as quiet. "john... why didn't you tell me sooner?" you frown. "i was gonna do it tonight, but sean made his grand entry." he pouts, glaring at a leaf on the floor. you laugh, and john looks up at you. "wha-?"
you lips meet his, and he almost jumps back until he realises what's going on. john melts into the kiss, his hands finding your hips as yours gently grasp his neck. "i love you too, john. not sean." you smile, john lets out a relieved laugh. "thank god. i felt like an idiot there." you giggle, kissing him again. "oi, lovebirds!" an irish drawl interrupts you. the two of you split, flustering. "this is what you ditched me for? i'm hurt." sean fakes hurt dramatically, you laugh. "alright, macguire. get your ass to your party." you laugh, the redhead rolls his eyes.
"don't go shaggin' now. i want my best mate wit' me tonight." sean wanders back to camp, leaving you and john alone. the two of you glance at each other before dissolving into laughter. john kisses you briefly a few more times, trailing them down your neck. you've never seen him so happy. "so..." you trail off, john meets your gaze with lovesick eyes.
"are we gonna put a stamp on this?" your fingers trace over his neck gently, john smiles. "if you wanna, i don't mind as long as we're together." he grins, his forehead bumping yours. "then it's official, but let's tell everyone at a different time. tonight's sean's night." you grin back, kissing him one last time before taking his hand. "c'mon, firecracker; before sean comes back and shoots us." you laugh, tugging your boyfriend back to camp.
Bro... I'd rather throw hands with Petey than play ConSumo one more time... why the hell did they make it so fucking hard? I know the main trick is to stay in the middle but that's even difficult. I have no patience... at this point, I need to find out if there's a cheat on xbox one or something because if I try one more time and LOSE, I'm gonna scream.
(Also, I refuse to actually fight Petey. Stupid baby boy.)
tags: drinking, mild(?) racism (its micah), fluff, some angst, jealousy, micah is protective but tries to hide some aspects of it, fluff, arguing and making up, hosea is the reader's father figure bc i love that man, violence, fighting, gun use, injuries, gunshot wounds
warnings: micah being racist bc unfortunately that is in his character; this doesn't mean i condone or like this behaviour, ty! <3, abandoning infants
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micah was drunk, so drunk that he was stumbling, clinging onto your arm for support as the two of you saunter through the empty streets of valentine. "i gotta say, goin' out wit' you has been the most fun i've had in months, darling." micah grins, hiccuping. in your almost equally drunk state, you giggle at the blonde, nodding. "i agree, mic'. we've had a good night." you share his devious grin, stumbling with him.
a strange noise almost makes you stop, but micah spins around with you; hands grasping your waist, his mouth trailing kisses along your neck. you giggle, cupping the back of his head as he growls slightly, growing more needy for you. "micah..!" you huff, but the pleasure is short lived when you spot the source of the weird noise.
"oh god.. micah..!" you shake his shoulder slightly, but he grins, teeth nipping at your neck. "micah!" you state with more firmness, making him grunt as he pulls from your neck. "what?" he seems rather annoyed, but you just point into a nearby alley. "micah, look!" you pull from him, but your lover trails behind you; his hands still on you. "what is it?" he huffs, peering over your shoulder as you kneel down.
"poor lil' guy..!" you frown, scooping a baby out of a cramped basket. micah scoffs. "you're not seriously gonna keep that, are ya?" he spits the excess tobacco that smothered his mouth; looking back down at you. "what, would you let it die out here?" you snap back, micah shrugs. "not my kid, not my responsibility." he turns, looking anywhere but the child. "he's freezing cold..! micah, help." you stand with the infant, who was half asleep yet still weeping. "what, no!"
despite the blonde's protests, you push the infant into his arms, trying to warm the baby up between both your chests. "it must be hungry..." you sigh, looking around in the basket for anything for taking care of a child; of course it would be a miracle if there was a bottle or something similar... there wasn't. "can you take this thing back now?" micah fusses, holding the infant completely wrong.
rolling your eyes, you take the baby back carefully. "go get your horse." you order, micah narrows his eyes. "you're seriously keepin' that thing?!" he scoffs, crossing his arms. "yes! it needs us, micah." you snap back, trying to soothe the baby as best you can. it must have been newborn, it wasn't even opening it's eyes yet. "jus' leave it on a doorstep, it ain't our child." he huffs, and you scowl at him. "it might as well be, lover boy! it'll die if we don't get it to camp soon; and if it does it'll be on your hands for not trying!"
micah scoffs again, looking away. he was conflicted, you could tell. despite his 'tough guy' interior, you knew he was soft for small living things (although he'd never admit it), like rabbits and squirrels; babies you didn't know about though. "micah, please!" you beg, desperate. your boyfriend huffs, gesturing for you to follow. getting his horse, he helps you up first before mounting himself. the baby was whining, and micah huffs. "i can't believe i agreed to this."
"well, as unhappy you are, i am very thankful micah. really." you smile, kissing his shoulder gently as baylock sets off towards camp horseshoe overlook. you cradle the baby between your chest and micah's back, holding it's head against yourself carefully. "it's about 2 days old if i remember when jack was little." you mumble, and micah scoffs. "great." he grumbles, urging baylock along.
when the gentle rain starts you huff, leaning your head against micah's back, trying to keep the baby dry with your jacket. "is it sleeping?" micah asks, you look down. the baby was shuffling in your hold, getting comfortable. "almost. it must like the movement of baylock walking. it's like rocking a baby." you giggle. you didn't ever want kids, especially not with micah who seems to dislike them, your line of profession was too harsh and you didn't get on with them. you didn't like them, which would snuff any maternal feelings you felt, but with this little thing being so dependent, so small; you feel an odd feeling bubbling up in your chest.
"almost there." micah quips, the lantern on baylock's saddle flickering as the fuel began to run low. "okay... do you think that abigail will help?" you ask, micah shrugs. "dunno, we don't have the supplies to take care of a baby; not anymore since jack is grown. but she'll have experience." he replies over his shoulder, letting you snuggle into his back for warmth. "i really am thankful, micah." you mumble, pressing your forehead against his shoulder; sleep pulling at you. "yeah yeah, you've said." he grumbles.
the two of you pull into camp, and micah hitches baylock as you carefully get down, cradling the infant with your other arm. jumping off baylock disrupts the child, and he starts to wail. the camp wakes up one by one, and before you know it dutch and the gang are all flooding you. "what the hell is that?" dutch demands, a bit grouchy that his sleep had been disturbed. "dutch! we found this lil thing in an alley in valentine." you explain, holding the baby out to him.
"well i don't wan' it." he pushes your arms back, the baby continues to fuss. "c'mere!" abigail huffs, correcting how you're holding the child. "oh, thanks abby." you smile. "what are we gonna do?" hosea asks, and you look at your father figure for guidance. "we don't have the supplies..." hosea continues, and you huff; looking back at dutch. "we'll have to go into town in the morning." he yawns. "you're not telling me you're keeping it." micah huffs from behind you, you roll your eyes. "abby, help me knock some sense into my lover here." you smile at your friend, who glares at micah.
"what's goin' on?" sean asks, stumbling over. "ooh! hey, lil guy! what's his name?" he grins, swaddling the baby in his arms. "uh... we don't know." you grin sheepishly at your best friend. "can i be it's uncle?" he grins at you in a drunken haze. you laugh, "fine." dutch clears his throat and sean begrudgingly hands the baby back. "we have to do something, it's probably starving..." you frown, taking the baby back from the redhead.
"we'll get supplies tomorrow if you're keeping it." he shrugs, and you look back at micah. your boyfriend shakes his head, but he knows that his word wouldn't affect your decision. "i guess we can until we find it's mother or something..." you shrug, trying to deny your attachment to the infant. "okay, get some sleep everyone. pearson, get the kid some milk or something easy to go down." dutch commands, everyone dispersed.
you received an old bottle abigail had for jack when he was a baby full of freshly warmed milk as susan cleaned the baby up; gave it fresh clothes and a newer; warmer blanket, and sat with the baby against a tree beside a small fire. micah had walked off in a funk at the decision, so you were alone caring for the baby. "hola." javier yawns, sitting beside you. "hey, javi." you smile, clearly tired from the lack of sleep you'd been getting the past few nights due to drinking with sean and staying up past curfew partying at the saloon with lenny, charles and javier.
"is he alright?" he gestures to the baby boy, who was guzzling milk. "yeah. he eats like a horse and sleeps like a rock." you giggle, leaning up against javier for extra warmth. "i'm not surprised. i was the same, y'know?" he grins, you shove him gently. "nah, i can't imagine you as a baby. you're just javi." you tease, and he chuckles. "no, no; it's true. i was always hungry. ate the most out of all my siblings." javier shares a laugh with you.
the baby had finished it's milk, and you burped it how abigail had showed you; and was now fast asleep in your arms with a full belly and warmth from you and your friend. a new, familiar voice tuts at you. "look at this. you an' the greaser should start a family." micah scoffs. "oh, shut it micah. leave us alone if you're just here to be a bigot." you snap at your boyfriend, and javier smiles at your protectiveness against racism.
micah huffs, but doesn't budge, he just looks off into the wilderness. javi takes the baby from you as you get up, pulling your lover away. "what is your problem?" you hiss, and micah scoffs. "my problem? what's your problem? keeping that little thing around." he snaps. "it's a baby, micah. it would of died!" you seethe. "it ain't our child!" micah snarls.
"so you woulda just left it if i wasn't there?" you cross your arms, challenging him. micah doesn't reply, you double down. "well? would you of just left a kid there?" you step forward, leaning to your left so he would look at you. "no!" he yells, and you nod. "exactly. how is this any different?"
"because! because..!" he struggles with his words for a moment. "because what, micah?" he huffs, waving his hand angrily. "nothing." he goes to walk away, but you grab his arm. "no, tell me. what?"
"it doesn't matter!" micah snarls, pulling his arm from your grip. "micah..." you put on a more gentle tone, trying to coax him back to you. "i just.. i don't like seein' you all lovey dovey wit' that greaser." he huffs, you raise a finger at him warningly. "refer to javier like that again micah, i swear to god you won't like what happens." your warning makes micah sigh.
"i just... i don't wanna share you. not with anyone." micah huffs, your eyes soften. "oh, micah.." you frown, going to hug him. "don't, go start a fam'ly with that spaniard, i don't care." he snaps, pushing you away a bit rougher than he intended. you stumble a little, giving your boyfriend a hurt look. "fine. whatever.." you huff, walking away from him. micah clenches his fists, kicking a puff of dust up off the floor before storming off.
"are you alright, amiga?" javier asks, noticing how dejected and almost teary-eyed you looked. "i'm fine, javi." you sit beside him again, and javier hums. "he's tough, isn't he?" your friend offers a smile, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. you smile back. "yeah..." you nod, looking back to the dimming embers. "here. he's been fussing since you left." javier offers the infant to you, you give him a soft smile. "he seems fine now."
"i dunno... he was really upset when you left." javier insists, and so you take the infant. the baby makes a few noises, settling in your arms. "you make a good mother, y/n." javi nudges you. "hah! yeah right. i didn't even know how to hold the thing until abby showed me." you gently rock the small baby back to sleep, already forgetting about your squabble with micah. sean stumbles over, collapsing onto the floor on your left.
"hows my new nephew doin?" the irishman grins, sitting up and leaning over to look at the baby. "he's fine. just settling for some sleep." you smile at sean, and he beams back. "good, good." he nods, leaning up against you. the three of you huddle close, the baby practically between all of you. your two closest friends were practically guard dogs on either side of you, and javier spared micah a glare when he considered approaching.
with the warmth and comfort of your friends, you had began to doze off; your head leant against sean's shoulder as he leans his own head atop of yours. javier was pressed into your other side, keeping watch. just as you started to doze off, the baby started crying; not wailing, just weeping. "uh..." you try to snuff your panic, sitting upright. "is it hungry?" sean asks, sitting up as well. "no, he just ate..."
"maybe he's struggling to sleep out here... take him in your tent?" javier suggested, you shake your head. "micah's already pissy, he'd kill me if i brought the lil guy in there..." you huff, javi frowns, but doesn't quip on it out of respect for you. "maybe he's bored?" sean smiles, offering to take the baby. you shrug, giving your friend the fussy infant. "heya, midge. you are just the smallest thing. y'know, my da used to tell me i was such a small baby..." sean continues to ramble to the baby until he dozes off once more.
"i can't tell if you're a natural, or if you bored him to sleep." javier jokes, keeping his voice hushed so he didn't wake the baby. "what're you planning on calling him?" sean looks at you, you blink back. "huh?" you furrow your brows. "well, you're gonna need to call him something." sean shrugs, rocking the baby as gently as he could. "he has a point, amiga. who knows when we'll find the mother..." javier nods.
"uhhh.... i dunno.." you laugh, trying to keep them hushed. "how about sean jr?" your friend jokes, you wanted to shove him playfully but kept the sleeping newborn in mind. "piss off, one of you is bad enough." you grin, looking at javier for suggestions. "i'm no good with american names, but i did hear one when i went into town..." he mumbles. "what was it?"
"dakota, i think..." he nods. "like the river?" sean leans forward a little to look at javier. "no, estúpido, the name!" javier rolls his eyes, and sean lets out an 'ahh'. "i think its nice. thanks, javi." you smile, javier smiles back. "no problemo, i'm like the cool uncle." he jokes, sean gasps. "no way, i'm cooler!" you giggle as the bickering begins.
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micah was fuming, hosea could see that. "y'know, son..." the older man starts, glancing over at you. "if you love her, you'll set your attitude straight with her." micah glares at hosea, clearly not wanting to hear his wise advice. "our relationship ain't your business, hosea." micah replies, voice sour. "i know. i'm just laying down the cards. she's been hurt, god... when i first found that girl, she looked wild; like she'd never seen a town before. she was so weary of everyone, pulling knives on people who got too close." he sighs, looking back at you.
"she's like my daughter, i suppose. so i have a right to protect her as such." hosea continues, and micah huffs. "whatever. i'm going to bed." he storms off, hosea can only huff out a weak laugh.
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you were half asleep, still squished between javier and sean. micah wanted you to come over to your shared tent, but he's far too proud to ask. you'd normally come over to him when he got to bed, he never had to ask before... you seemed so exhausted, the baby had been passed back to you; seemingly sound asleep. javier was alert, wide awake, whereas sean was actually asleep, slumped and everything as he snoozed. you were in between, your eyes would catch movement, but your eyelids were sliding closed and you seemed almost sluggish.
eventually, when micah had gone into his tent; javier nudged you. "he wants you there, y'know?" your friend mumbles. "if he wants me so bad he can come and ask." you whisper back, javier nods. "i agree, but maybe tonight you should head to bed anyway. ignore him if you want." javier stands, dusting himself off before offering a hand. you smile, taking his offer and standing with him, your grip on dakota tightening a little so you didn't drop him.
"c'mon. i'll walk you over." javier nods to your tent. you shake your head. "you should go to bed too, you look like shit." you grin. "ha, thanks. i guess i'll see you in the morning then, yeah?" javier asks. you nod, giving him a hug goodnight, giving sean an affectionate nudge with your foot. the irishman groans, falling over completely. "he's gonna be sore in the morning." javier jokes, you share a final laugh before parting ways.
micah was pretending to be asleep. you knew it when you walked into the tent. rolling your eyes, you carefully get into bed beside your lover, not bothering to kiss his shoulder like you normally do. instead, you lay on side, still facing him; dakota was safe between you both. micah rolls over, his eyes meeting yours in the darkness. "hey, sweets..." he mumbles. you look down at dakota instead.
"i'm sorry..." micah catches your chin with his finger, kissing you gently. "wow. micah bell saying sorry. what happened to you?" you tease, unable to be mad at him any longer. "i spoke with hosea, he knocked some sense into me." micah chuckles gently. you accept another kiss from your boyfriend, shuffling a little closer so dakota's tiny form was pressed against your tummy; using your hand as a cushion.
"i love you, mic'." you mutter, sleep pulling at you. "i love you too, sweet stuff." micah scratches his jaw a little before looking at the baby between the two of you. "is he uh... staying?" he asks, and you nod. "for the time being but he's my responsibility. i have to feed him and care for him." you gently stroke the baby's forehead with your thumb. "he's small..." micah mumbles, you stifle your laughs. "he is."
"what's his name?" micah looks at you once more, you meet his gaze. "javier suggested dakota." micah mulls it over but nods. "that's a good one. i knew a fella named dakota; dead now but a good man." you rest your head upon micah's shoulder, huddled close; the only thing stopping you from pressing fully against your boyfriend was dakota. "i'm sorry for pushing you away, darling..." micah whispers, pressing a kiss to your nose. "it's fine. just don't do it again; we have each other's backs, remember?" the conversation falls with that, and you finally fall asleep against micah.
you woke up to dakota's cries, but you couldn't feel him. you shot up in bed, searching for the baby as best you could. turning you relaxed when you saw micah, trying (and failing) to calm the little fusspot. your boyfriend meets your eye and flusters. "he was disturbing me, and i didn't want him to wake you." he lies; you could see that he cares for the child like you do.
you smile at micah, and he scoffs. "what?" you just laugh. "you're going soft, micah bell." you get up as micah denies it, handing dakota to you. once the baby boy was in your arms he calmed down, his eyes gently yet slowly peeling open. "oh.. hi there, dakota." you smile, the baby makes a few noises. "he kinda has your eyes, micah." you tease. "shut up.." your boyfriend huffs, getting up from his seat and getting back into bed. you sit beside micah with dakota cradled in your arms, letting him look around. the baby was calm, and micah didn't realise he was smiling at you until you looked at him.
micah goes back to sleep, and after what you assumed to be half an hour, dakota fell asleep too. you carefully lay on your back, letting dakota sprawl on your stomach. one of micah's arms sloped over you and the baby, holding the both of you as he dozed. you gently stroke the back of dakota's head, leaning your own head against micah. you fall back asleep with the comfort of both the boys being safe.
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the next day had come, and all the ladies were hounding you to see the baby. as they cooed and awed the little thing you got some more tips off abigail. "thank you so much, abby. hopefully we can find dakota's mother soon..." your friend tuts. "i dunno. if you found him in an alleyway chances are the mother did'n want him." she looks over at where karen, tilly and mary-beth were showering the baby with love. "let's hope not..." you frown at the thought.
"is mr bell warming up to lil dakota?" tilly asks, glancing up at you. "i dunno, but i did catch him trying to soothe him when he woke us up crying." you share a laugh with the ladies, and they all state disbelief. "you must of been dreaming." mary-beth giggles. "he was all like 'he was disturbing me that's why'." you quote your boyfriend, albeit incorrectly, and all the ladies laugh again. "that's some good blackmail right there, y/n." karen grins.
"mhm. 'do this micah or i'll tell dutch you're goin' soft'." abigail adds on. "hola, ladies." javier greets, giving you a hug. "mornin' javier." they chime back, and you give your friend a smile. "good mornin', javi." javier checks on dakota, then on you. "i was wondering if you wanted to ride into strawberry with me?" he asks, you glance at the girls. "ah, sorry javi but dakota's my responsibility. i can't just lug him onto somebody else..." you frown, and javier lets out a hum. "oh yeah... i forgot about that."
"you could always take him with you?" tilly suggests. you feel a bit of uneasiness at the thought. "oh, i dunno..." you mumble, looking at dakota's tiny hands as he grips tilly's fingers tightly. "c'mon. some exploring will do him good. when jack was little i used to take him on horse rides to calm him down. i suppose that's why he loves animals so much." abigail smiles. with the official mother's approval, you nod, accepting dakota from tilly.
all the ladies bid you and little dakota farewell, and you set off with javier... but, not before micah get's back from the supply run into valentine. "heya, sweets. where're you headin' off to without me?" he teases from his mount, and you roll your eyes jokingly. "javi's taking me an' dakota into strawberry for some stuff. you comin'?"
"ah, i think i've still gotta bounty on my head up there." he shrugs, and you hum. "if you lay low maybe they won't realise it's you? what do you think, javi?" you look at your friend who is mounting boaz. "i don't mind either way." he shrugs. "alright, i'll tag along. get on up here, sweet stuff." micah helps you up onto baylock and the four of you set off to strawberry.
the town is quite popular today, and javier splits off to collect a new saddle. micah takes to hitching baylock to a post, sitting at a bench with you. deciding to sit on micah's lap made dakota squished between you both. he was more vocal today, making little humming noises as he looks around. "did you get a decent amount of sleep last night?" micah asks, his hand resting on your lower back. "yeah, it's enough to keep me up throughout the day." you nod, giving your lover a gently kiss.
"ey, that's that fella from the wanted poster!" a man calls, you turn to see a few people pointing. micah tenses under you, quickly removing you and dakota from his lap. "now, gentlemen. there's no need to start something you can't finish." micah stands, hand wearily resting on his gun. the bounty hunters don't listen, and a gunshot rings out. people panic, and your ears are ringing from the sudden rifle shot; the only thing you can seem to focus on was dakota's screaming.
the bench you were stood at was tipped by micah, and he pushes you into cover. he's saying something, but you can only stare back with wide eyes. you were a hunter, you never got into gunfights so it was always a bit of a shock when they started. whatever micah said went unheard as he gets up again, drawing his pistols. you soothe dakota as best you can; covering his little ears so the gunshots weren't so scary.
javier had come running, skidding around the corner to see the scene unfold. micah had shot two of the bounty hunters, and you were trying to calm a screaming child. giving micah some supportive fire, javier is quick to duck under cover with you. "are you alright, amiga?" he asks, and you look at him; nodding slightly. "yeah, yeah..! we're fine. help micah!" with your word, javier vaults the bench, helping micah with the rest of the bounty hunters.
lawmen were coming in quick, and the sheriff was approaching too. micah goes to run, but stops when he sees you. the urge to protect you is increased in micah when he sees dakota screaming his little lungs out, fat tears rolling down his puffy little cheeks. "c'mon!" he grabs you, helping you up. a lawman's bullet hits your arm, and you yelp; almost dropping dakota. micah is enraged, shielding you with his body as he shoots back.
"c'mon, we gotta go!" javier ushers the two of you out; a bullet hits micah's side. javier manages to dodge one, it grazes past his cheek; slicing his fair skin open. dakota is distressed, and it makes your heart ache. the four of you are quick to mount up, galloping out of the town.
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by the time lawmen had lost you all, it had become night time. dakota was cranky, upset and hungry. he was fussing, yet more quiet since leaving strawberry. you were trying not to cry yourself, the burning pain in your arm was unbearable. leaning up against micah, you sniffle into his shirt as he sighs. "i shouldn't of come..." he grumbles, urging baylock along. "it's fine, amigo. we're all out and alive now." javier replies, looking at you.
"maybe we should camp up?" micah suggests, but you shake your head. "no. dakota needs food, we have to go back to horseshoe overlook." your voice is shaky yet stern, micah nods. "then we keep heading back." javier nods, the group falls silent.
dakota was grumpy, crying all the way, you just couldn't soothe him. micah was beginning to feel annoyed, you could tell by the way he bristled. javier didn't seem to mind at all, just riding along with you. huffing, your forehead meets micah's shoulder once more as you carefully seat dakota so he's sat on the saddle between you and your boyfriend. the baby is leant back against you, so his head is upright, and eventually the rocking of baylock soothes him.
javier gives you a smile, and you smile back; just as exhausted. by the time you all got back, hosea was preparing a search. "don't worry, we're back." javier raises a hand, and micah quips in agreement. "thank god.." hosea sighs, walking straight over to you. "c'mon now, darling. c'mon.." your father figure helps you down, frowning at the bullet wound in your arm. "i'll get you cleaned up, don't you worry." he ushers you along, and abigail takes dakota.
micah gets patched up as well as yourself, and javier gets a wet rag to clean his scratch. hosea can't help but chastise you, lovingly yet serious, about being so reckless and leaving camp with the baby. upon noticing your distant stare, hosea shuts up and asks you what's wrong. "everything happened so fast, and dakota... all i could hear was him screaming and i didn't know what to do." you whine, letting the old man pull you into a hug.
"it's alright now. you're safe, dakota's safe, javier and micah are safe... everything's gonna be fine. i'll send arthur to pay off that damn bounty on micah's head tomorrow." your father rubs your back gently; and you feel rather nostalgic at the feeling of his hand rubbing circles over your upper back. "go get some food and some rest, love." he smiles, ushering you away to take care of yourself.
you meet up with micah, who has dakota in one arm, a drink in the other. "you alright?" he asks, looking up at you. "yeah. are you?" you reply, taking the baby from your lover. "yeah, nothing that hasn't happened before." micah sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you sit beside him; nestling into his side as dakota snuggles into your chest. "we're gonna be fine, sweetheart." micah mumbles, you nod slightly, watching life around the camp move.
when you wake up, dakota is fussing, tugging your shirt from between you and micah who was dead asleep. "c'mon then, dakota. let's get you some food." you yawn, getting up and scooping up the baby. dakota whines a little, his tiny hands clutching your shirt. "pearson, good morning." you greet, giving the cook a nod. "ah, miss l/n. i prepared lil' dakota his milk already." he coughs, handing over the warm bottle. "thanks pearson." you smile, promising to be back over for coffee and breakfast once dakota was dealt with.
you sat at your usual spot nearby your tent, carefully feeding dakota; smiling as he lets out a few noises, guzzling the milk down. "good morning, y/n." arthur greets, you look up at him. "hey arthur." you smile, watching the cowboy sit nearby. "how is he?" the gruff man gestures to dakota. "ah, he's fine. just wanted breakfast." you look back down to the baby who was making quick work of the milk. "good, good. how are you holding up? hosea said you were pretty shaken."
"yeah... if dakota wasn't there i would of been fine." you sigh. "i get that. you're fond of the lil' guy, aren't you." arthur teases, and you laugh. "i guess so." you mumble, sitting dakota up. "do you wanna do the honours?" you grin as arthur shuffles slightly. "nah, knowing my luck with jack he'll puke on me." arthur waves you off, and you smile. "coward." your voice is teasing, and you gently pat and rub dakota's back.
micah stretches, stumbling from the tent. "morning." he nods at arthur, smiling at you. "mornin' micah." you greet, arthur repeats it. "i best be goin', i got a oil wagon to steal." arthur gets up, giving micah a nod. "roger that, morgan." micah sees him off before sitting beside you. "you alright now?" you ask, nodding to your lover's side. "yeah, it's not too bad." micah pats his side, grinning smugly at you. "yeah, yeah. don't let it get to your head, cowpoke." you tease, nudging him.
dakota interrupts the playful bickering, waving his tiny hands to micah. "i think he wants you, right now." you smile, offering the baby. "ah, nah... you best keep hold of him." micah waves you off, looking around the camp instead. "c'mere." you force dakota into micah's arms, almost laughing at your boyfriend's dismay. the blonde outlaw awkwardly cradles the baby, meeting his eyes. "hi." he mumbles, and dakota bursts into fit of giggles; reaching up for micah.
"what? what d'you want, hey?" he raises the baby a little, letting him grab his jacket tightly in tiny yet strong hands. you smile, leaning up against your boyfriend. "i know you don't wanna admit it, but you'd be an amazing father micah." you kiss his cheek gently, and micah scoffs. "yeah right. i shot my own daddy, this one would probably do the same if i was his father."
"you aren't your father micah." you remind him, smiling at him. "yeah, i know... but still." he shrugs, handing dakota back. "i think if you gave it a shot you'd be one of the best father's out here." you give micah a loving kiss, leaning up against him as you bounce dakota; trying to keep him from getting bored. "whatever you say, sweet stuff."
must a fictional relationship be “healthy” or “functional”? is it not enough to simply watch two made up people destroy each other, hand in unlovable hand???
idk, what is wrong with me? i’m in a healthy and stable relationship with a great partner, i’ve had lots of therapy that has helped me establish strong boundaries and recognize red flags, and i have an active social life and fulfilling career. could it be that i just… like to read books and watch movies and tv shows about dysfunctional people??? you tell me, tumblr user girlcreator!
You’re a bourgeois degenerate who wants to see shitty despicable & violent relationships for your disgusting sense of entertainment— and you should feel fucking ashamed of yourself.
I agree with @girlcreator but I definitely know there’s something wrong with you. People like you are a huge red flag to me. Bad vibes, for sure.
reblog if you’re a bourgeois degenerate who wants to see shitty despicable and violent relationships for your disgusting sense of entertainment (and you should feel fucking ashamed of yourself)
(im doing a fem! reader for this one but u can read it as gn!)
warning: gary's is kinda toxic just a heads up
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jimmy
very protective
very very protective
doesn't let gary near you at all bc he knows that he will string you into stuff
lets you doodle on his hand just so you concentrate
he looks like a damn colouring book
helps you with homework but he doesn't want to do it for you
however if you're stressed beyond tears he'll do it for u bc he loves you
is literally that meme where theres the guard dog bf and his sweet gf
will threaten to beat up anyone who tries to be mean to you then turns to you all lovey-dovey eyed and pamper you with love
hugging you from behind is a must for him he loves it
with anyone else he wouldn't let them be so mushy with him like cupping his face, kissing everywhere, holding onto his arm.. but-
since its you he allows it; and he has no idea why he's so soft for you
lets you stay over in the boys dorm bc the girls can be mean to u, and he will definitely keep u safe against any gross boys so its 80% safe
the only risk is a prefect finding you out and busting the two of you lol
if you two aren't in his dorm room, you're in the lighthouse together
cuddles in private are a must; jimmy's been through a lot of neglect so he craves all the affection but he likes keeping direct love private so he isn't seen as 'soft'
all in all he adores you <3
gary
he adores you,,, but in a very different way
at first, he loves you bc you're so easy to manipulate and bc he's off his meds,,, he does it a lot
gets you to spread 'he said she said' rumours for him bc you believe it all
also convinces you into being his right hand bc you go along with everything he says
gary loves how his insults go over your head unless they're direct (i.e "you're stupid", "i can't believe you're this dumb")
his sarcasm also sometimes go over your head and he thinks its funny
after a while, he grows kind of protective of you, he doesn't want anyone else to treat you how he treats you, you're like his little pet
if you find out he's not taking his meds, and you probably will through jimmy or pete, you start bugging him to take it
he hates it at first but amidst all his overthinking he realises that you care about him, you want him to perform optimally; so he starts to take them again
now.. on meds gary is more mellow, as we know, so he definitely becomes more soft for you, but not too much
before he took his meds your relationship was in the air, it wasn't concrete and people just assumed the two of you were dating
but now he's taking meds he asks you out directly, and he'll never admit he's over the moon when you say yes
he'll help you with classwork and homework, not always completely but he normally just does it for you bc he gets a little frustrated when you don't get it right
he does make you watch so you learn something whilst he does it for you
practically becomes your private tutor or something
he only cuddles in private, he has a reputation to uphold as a crazy, detached sociopath; he can't be all mushy with you in public
he kinda hates it, but he's dug himself into a hole
he wants to show you off, and sometimes he does in a petty way when people flirt with you
literally just walks over and kisses you until they leave out of awkwardness
unfortunately bc of his reputation, no one believes you when you say he's loving and kind to you (and you alone) in private
gary might eventually redeem himself, but until then he adores you in private
main trio with a chronic insomniac who's always exhausted
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jimmy
he gets it- he really gets it; he's actually on sleeping meds
always buys you your favourite coffee in the morning
in the classes you two share he doesn't let you doze off
loves holding your hand, lets you rest your head on his shoulder too
he also struggles with sleep, so the two of you sneak off campus to his lighthouse to try and sleep there instead
cuddles 100
loves cuddling you and telling you stories from past schools to try and help relax you
if you ever actually fall asleep on him he lays extremely still, does not move until you wake up
loves rubbing your back until you doze off <3
coffee dates are a must- spoils you with caffeine
doesnt mind you taking naps on him when he does stuff, he likes sitting down on his bed when drawing/painting so he lets you lay on his lap/stomach
forehead smooches when you're half asleep <33
petey
he actually sleeps soundly so he can't ever imagine what feeling that tired would be like
if you accidentally wake him up he asks what's wrong before giving you cuddles
he always falls asleep before you though, he can't help it he's a huge cuddle bug <3
also tries to buy you coffee everyday but he doesn't get money like jimmy so it's every other day
reads to you to try and get you to sleep, he has a great reading voice
likes when you lay on his chest, even if you're taller than him, your weight is so comforting (he will doze off tho)
i feel like he would try sleep aid with you, also tries pampering you/caressing your face until you fall asleep
tries his best to help you but it backfires a lot so he falls asleep instead <3
gary
before dating he would definitely make fun of you
poked fun at the heavy bags under your eyes too
also teased you for napping in class (still does)
when he starts dating you, he starts to realise just how serious it is
he's had his fair share of all nighters, but he's never seen anything like what you go through
if you go so long w/out sleep that you start hallucinating he will force you to bed with some sleeping pills that he totally got legally ;)
he's normally not one for cuddling but if you're that tired (and he's on his meds) he lets you curl up next to him as he schemes
you get spoilt with coffee more than what jimmy gets u bc gary comes from a rich background
when you do fall asleep he will be secretly pampering you, running his fingers through your hair, kissing your face, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings
will always insist you were dreaming it all if u woke up
when he's asleep you can get away with cuddling him straight up
will never admit it but he loves chest to chest cuddling, especially if you rest your head on his shoulder or on his chest
if you want him to tell you anything about his past or read to you, he will laugh at you and tease you a little
however,,, because he loves you so much, he will tell you some things about his past that he finds funny when you're half asleep
he has to sleep with a fan on so if that helps you too then thats a plus
sometimes you're the one pampering him when he's off his meds and busy overthinking and scheming the end of bullworth
helps you stay awake throughout the day by generally being annoying
he pokes you, tickles you, scares you, he bites your neck sometimes too
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