Remember when you asked you wanted some reqs because you felt guilty not writing? Yeah well i just thought of a PERFECTTT FICCC
Okay hear me out..... cowboy/outlaw 3fs x f!reader.... 👀 im not entirely sure if reader could be like a cowgirl too or just a normal farmer. But i absolutely adore the wild west and cowboys and they hold a dear place in my heart.... so i just really need to see some cowboyfs 🥹🥹🥹❤️🩹
Much love and care from your moot Mello!!! 🫶
Sweet as sugar - Max (3FS) x reader
summary: wild west, what seemed like a normal shift at the saloon, turned into meeting and probably covering up a crime for the most attractive outlaw you've ever seen
characters: cowboy!max (3fs) x saloon bartender!reader
genre: i dont really know theyre very flirty
dc: HEY HONEY!!! im so sorry for taking so long with ur request ml, i hope you will forgive me with this one 🙏
The saloon wasn't loud today, surprisingly.
Everyone was at their own tables, talking themselves or laughing every moment someone made a dirty joke about their wife. Instead of getting distracted and irritated by that, your hands kept working on cleaning a stubborn glass with way too deep drops of water that your towel couldn't really reach without you being afraid of shattering everything up. Even after a year of working at the Dusty Rose Saloon of the town, you still were kind of clumsy every so often.
The job didn't pay well, but the tips did. Very much.
You were sure you just got hired thanks to your looks. A good looking bartender made a good paying amout of clients. It was very clear, you were the whole reason all those men would come to the Dusty Rose and not the way better one accross the street. You learnt how to make and prepare drinks well, making every customer satisfied, you even offered food every last friday of the month, just at dinner, though. During the whole rest of the day, you were all by yourself, which could seem heavy and a lot to bear, but it actually wasn't. Whenever you took too long with an order, nobody would mind, at all. As long as you were all on display behind the counter, every cowboy or old man was happy, with his drink or not.
At first, the compliments and praises made you a little annoyed, but you quickly got used to it, since you couldn't go a day without receiving some. Your name was well known all around town, it was very clear.
"Y/n, dearheart," a middle-aged man whom you knew as Bill, with a dark beard that recently started growing lighter hairs signed by time, caught your attention with a wave of his hand from the table he was sitting on with his long-time friend, Henry. "Get another whiskey for both of us!"
Gentlemen nowadays were very hard to find.
You nodded and of course, smiled, before proceeding to turn around and look up at the alcohol dispenser shelf, picking up an almost finished bottle of whiskey, wondering if you'll be able to make it to two glasses with the remaining drink.
You spun on your texan boots, taking all the occurrent to prepare the order, when an unexpected sound almost made you jump.
The doors didn't open, they shoved.
And along them, a tall, weirdly tall man burst inside the Saloon, his horse riding boots loud against the wooden floor, as you raised your gaze to watch his almost rushed movements. He was clearly a cowboy with money, the hat and the clothes proved it. Leather belt and a black button up shirt that did very much justice to his muscular arms.
The man raised his head, eyes locking with yours.
A pair of striking, thin brown irises, the edges decorated with light freckled constellations, thin yet attractive lips. Now, you could spot brunette wavy strands of hair sticking out from the cap. You held eye contact for an additional second, before putting the two glasses for the customers on your small metal tray and bringing them to their table, with a smile. The mysterious, good looking cowboy had reached the counter before you, as he cleared his voice like to get your attention. You were already annoyed by Bill and Henry that made a joke about your shirt's top buttons looking better undone, and you actually couldn't just leave them without saying anything, so you rolled your eyes with a smile, again.
The man at the counter's voice called out for you, deep and masculine yet warm in a soothing way, with a hint of interest to spice it all up, as you made your way behind the counter, your own little place. You put your hands on it and tilted your head, frowning. "Don't call me that, who are you?"
Brunet cowboy's grin widened, as he put one arm on top of the counter, resting his weight on it. "My name's Max. Max Burnett."
You took a mental note, while picking up the day's earnings to start dividing them dollar per dollar. "A cowboy without an actual nickname."
He chuckled. "Maybe if I told you how people know me as, you'd kick me out of this Saloon."
Your frown deepened, as your target of attention switched from the money to him. You couldn't help but chuckle. "So you're an outlaw, huh? Bloody hell, if you want to pay less, just ask nicely."
You surely would never believe this Max Burnett was an outlaw, a criminal, someone dangerous. The town wasn't a place that kind of people would look for, or cause messes in, the nearest bank was out of it. You'd never had stories with thieves and such.
Max stayed silent for a slight istant, before lowering his voice and leaning closer to you, his eyes locking yours with a firm, almost unbreakable locket. "Justice was cashing me. I found this place and now, I'm safe and sound in here."
That was just... unusual. But you were fully aware that chances were little, but never zero.
You took a look outside the windows, spotting a black, majestic horse outside the Saloon. That must've been his.
"So, sugar," he repeated, voice volume going back to normal as he avoided suspects from others ob the saloon. He flashed you a bright, perfect smile. "If you don't appreciate me calling you names you really do fit, won't you tell me your name?"
The corner of your lips lifted, forming an amused smirk as you answered calmly. "Y/n."
Max's head nodded slowly, as he then patted the flat surface of the counter. "When do you finish your turn here?"
You raised a brow and chuckled, this man was really not from the town, he had no idea you were all alone. "Tonight, very late." Your tone hinted you wouldn't have time for anything after closing the saloon. Plus, today was Saturday, which meant you had to keep the doors open to everyone until it was late, and bear with drunken customers all the darn time.
Max Burnett couldn't care less.
"What if..." he leant over, his elbows resting on the wood, eyes filled with mischief. "I come back tonight, wait for you to finish and then I offer you a ride?"
Oh, on his horse. Yeah, defenitely. It was obvious.
You couldn't hide the chuckle that escaped from your lips, no matter how much the thought of him being a criminal reminded you of how you probably shouldn't speak to him so openly. "You don't want money?" You asked, suspicious.
His eyebrows jerked up, as he shook his head in denial. "What? No, you just look very stunning and interesting, that's all."
You checked him out, eyes trailing up and down his body in clear appreciation. It was nice seeing someone actually very hot after dozens of elderly men wanting to hit up on you as if they even had a chance. "Aren't you probably being chased?"
"They won't find me. They never do."
Max reached the Saloon with his beloved black as the sky horse, giving him an appreciation pat on the neck before stepping down and tying him securely to a wooden pole in front of the building he's been waiting to return to all day.It seemed like you were nowhere close to finishing your turn, he could see it from outside, from the window, and also from the loud piano music that could go through walls. People inside were dancing, alone or in pairs, women and men together, stomping feet against the floor and waving hands upwards.
His eyes scanned the room as he removed his cowboy cap and held it by the string, when he spotted you.
You were having a lot of fun, apparently. And he was too, now.
Your figure, looking as beautiful as ever, was dancing on top of an empty table, surrounded by customers clapping their hands and cheering up on you, enjoying the sight, most likely. All of their emotions together could never beat Max's racing heart.
And his heart would never beat this fast, if he wasn't escaping from justice with a lot of adrenaline in his veins and mind.Max stayed outside for the rest of the time he had to wait for you, turning away to hide his identity each time someone actually (finally) decided to leave the Saloon.
You turned off all the lamps and cleaned up the place, which wasn't a total mess, surprisingly. You really underestimated this saturday (now sunday) night, once you had your own drink, everything got way more enjoyable.
Opening the doors of the exit, you found him. In all his greatness.
Max stood in front of you, smiling, his hands in his pockets as he looked very pleased to see you. And also looked like the most attractive man you've ever laid your eyes on.
"You really came back." You murmured lowly, considering the time and knowing people living near the Saloon often complained about noises this late. You never minded them.
"You think outlaws don't keep their promises?"
You gave him a little smile back, using the keys to close up the Saloon fully, as he approached and gently put his hand on your lower back. "Are you too tired from dancing or can I still take you on a ride?"
You frowned and looked up at him, confused. "Did you see me?"
You snorted and bumped your head against the wall, as he put his own cowboy cap ob your head. "Don't worry, I enjoyed the view. Let's go."
He grabbed your wrist and didn't leave you any chance for debating, stopping in front of his black horse, as he untied him. "I'd put you behind me, unless you know how to control a horse that's not yours."
"What if I can?" You smiled, looking up at him in challenge.
He smirked. "Alright, I trust you."
Without further do, his large hands gripped onto your waist as he lifted you from the ground, enough for you to sit up on the horse comfortably. You couldn't help but let out a surprised squeal, which he really liked listening to.
After that, he helped himself and got up behind you, hands holding onto both of your hips as he groaned after hopping up.
Another pleasant sound to hear.
"Bueno, I know you can do this. He's very docile, but can go very fast if you want him to. Like me, to be honest."
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author's note: the song is really fitting...
