RDR2 Headcanons: They confess to you when they‘re drunk
>gn!Reader, slight mentions of nsfw at Micahs part
> Characters: Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, Sean Macguire, Bill Williamson, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Colm O‘Driscoll
[actually kinda like the prompt for Micah, would you be interested in a oneshot with that idea?]
Arthur Morgan
It was rare for you to see Arthur like this. Sure, you had seen him drunk before, but nothing compared to this.
You went to the saloon together, just wanting a few drinks.
Then you lost him and when you found him again, he was laughing his ass off about nothing in particular. You giggled and laughed with him, confused at his current state.
When he recognized you, he wrapped his arms around you, as if he feared you might go away otherwise.
“There you areeeee. Been missin‘ ya, can‘t jus‘ go away like thiiss.”
He was clearly drunk so you didn‘t pay his words or their meaning too much mind at that time.
After some troubles off getting this big man to move, you finally made it to your horses again.
You had to put him on the back of your horse, as he wouldn‘t have been able to stay on his own.
He nuzzled his head into the back of your shoulder while you rode. When he spoke again, his words were little more than slurred mumbles.
“‘m sorryy, i‘m a- a fool, I know… you‘re so… good to me… I think… I’m in love with ya… Yes, definetly in love…”
You had trouble concentrating on the road when he said that. Did he… mean it?
Will cling even more to you after his confession. When he sobers up and you bring it up, he will be a little emberrassed to have acted like that around you. But he still stands up to what he said.
Swears to himself to never drink that much again though.
Javier Escuella
It started with Javier, Micah and you just chatting casually at the poker table.
A few hours and drinks in, you still sat at the table, although a little bit more tipsy than before
You laughed at something Micah said, too drunk to mind the man you usually despised. Javier had a visibly good time too, his cheeks got a little color from the alcohol already. You also thought you noticed him looking at you more often and laughing louder at your jokes, but you were convinced that you just imagined it due to the liquor.
After Micah had wandered off, it was only you and Javier. He became quieter, leaving the talking to you.
“Hey, are you still listening?”, you asked after he seemingly zoned off. He blinked a few times, then smiled stupidly.
“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?”
You got taken aback by his question a little. Before you could ask him, why he‘d ask you that, he talked again.
“You know, I‘ve thought that for a while now. I think I like you. I mean- really like you.”
You‘re to shocked to say anything, but Javier doesn‘t mind. He slowly takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to it, mumbeling sweet nothings to your skin.
“Been sweet on you for a while…”
He‘d continue to smile, while you sat there speechless. If you don‘t reject him, he‘ll be the happiest man alive. When he‘s sober again he‘d plan a little date to ask you properly again.
Sean Macguire
A true Irish can‘t be really drunk, at least that‘s what you thought. Sean could be seen so often with a bottle in his hand, that you didn‘t even realize when he had one too many.
He‘d be the type of person to drink for some courage. So when he comes up to you, he gets straight to the point.
“Hey! I‘ve been thinkin‘… why don‘t ya marry me, eh?”
He speaks with about as much confidence as always but his legs are shaking and on the inside he‘s a nervous wreck. But that boy‘s dedicated.
So even when you laugh it off as one of his chokes at first, saying he never means it when he says it, he‘ll be motivated to show you right there and then how much he means it.
If you‘d let him, he‘d take your hands in his. He‘d tell you how he hasn‘t been able to think about much else these past few months than you. How you‘re not just a dear friend or someone he‘d like in bed, but someone who really makes his heart beat.
If you‘re still not convinced, he‘d move a hand to your cheek. His kiss would be a bit sloppy, but that boy has his experience. It leaves both of you breathless, and when you tell him, that you like him the same, he‘d be baffeled for a second.
He hadn‘t had any real hopes, that you‘d say yes. But once it reaches his drunk brain, he‘ll hug you laughing, acting more like a happy golden retriever (which he is anyways) than anything else.
In the morning, first thing he does is go up to you and ask if last night was real (Because he has been dreaming about this moment for quite a while now).
Bill Williamson
When he’s drunk, he becomes both more emotional and more offensive.
You were minding your business, sitting somewhere in camp, when suddenly Bill came around with a bottle in hand and sat next to you.
He‘d try talking with you, just starting a conversation. After some time, he‘d be more quiet, playing with his fingers.
He‘s thinking of if it‘d be stupid to tell you. Doesn‘t matter how much he knows, likes, or respects you, he always has the fear of not being accepted deep within.
You noticed how he became quieter after a while, so you lightly touched his knee to get his attention. When he looked up again, he got met with your concerned expression.
“I‘m fine. I don‘t need someone making a fuss about me. As if any of you‘d even care!”, he said as he took another sip from his bottle.
Most people would be annoyed by his behavior, but you just sighed and told him with a smile, that he can tell you anything and you‘d listen.
He would be really suprised by your offer. Not like anyone has made him such an offer, like- ever. At first he‘d laugh it off and call you ridiculous.
Then after some time he‘d ask, if he could tell you anything.
“Well- I… thank you… f-for caring.”
He‘d curse himself for his stuttering. But he was already too drunk to stop neither the stutter nor the words that were already coming out.
“You‘re a good friend… very good one. I… like you- as a friend!”
He propably wouldn‘t really admit it at first, but he was always so obvious. He never said anything kind to anyone, so you‘d know, what he means. After you told him that you love him, he‘d be completly in denial that someone like you could love him. But after many more reassurences, he believes it. He‘s completely baffeled.
(If you‘re alone, he hugs you and thanks you, for not hating him. He maybe even cries, which just shows how much he loves and cares for you, since he hasn‘t cried since the civil war.)
Kieran Duffy
That man never gets drunk except one time: Jacks return party. So it‘d be there where it happens.
He‘d propably be the only one who doesn‘t need to drink for courage. He‘d also confess when he‘s sober, if you and the rest of the gang accepted him enough already.
You found him wandering around. He swayed on his legs and you catched him just before he fell.
“Oh boy… I really am drunk.”, he chuckles.
You think he‘s really cute like this. Giggeling and laughing more. Just being overall more relaxed.
You carried him to his bedroll, when suddenly he wraps his arms around your middle.
“Ya know, i‘ve been sweet on ya fer a while… didn‘t know if you‘d kill me if I told ya, but I don‘t think that now…”
His words would be nuzzled into the crook of your neck, tickling you.
You‘d ask him if he really meant it, but he‘d already be blacked out by the time you do.
When he‘s sober again, he‘s confused when you tell him what happened. He can‘t remember and it‘s really emberassing for him. He apologieses a hundred times, before you tell him with a little kiss to the cheek, that you love him too.
His face is RED after the kiss, but he‘ll invite you to a little fishing trip anyways.
Micah Bell
He constantly hits on pretty much every woman in camp, but he stopped that when he realized he got feelings for you. Real feelings not just wanting you in bed.
He‘d try to charm you up similar to how he speaks with Grimshaw or Mary-Beth. But you‘d think he just wanted to fuck you, so you never really paid much mind to him, rejecting him as often and as quickly as you had to.
But Micah stayed persistent.
One evening, the gang settled around the camp fire, drinking and chatting. Somehow you ended up next to Micah, but suprisingly, he was rather quiet for the night.
After a while you got up to relieve yourself. When you were done and returning back to the others, Micah suddenly stepped in your way.
“What is it with you, always rejecting me, mh?”
He was a little unsteady on his legs, you noticed. You tried to tell him off again, but he only stepped closer to you.
“Thinking you‘re better than me?”
You could feel your heart beating at how close he was. You shook your head and told him that you knew that he only wanted to fuck you. Besides, you had seen him flirting with Karen just the other day.
“That girl ain‘t nothing to you darlin‘… how ‘bout you jus‘ give me one chance, hm cowpoke?”
You‘re still unsure. When you tell him that, he completly closes the gap between you. In one quick motion, he pulls you closer by your waist and presses his lips against yours.
Your first instinct was to push him off, but then you noticed how gentle his kiss was. Not demanding, not hungry, just a gentle kiss.
When you both pulled away, Micah had a small grin on his lips.
“So… ya ready to give me a chance now?”
Colm O‘Driscoll
After a successful heist, the O‘Driscolls were drinking once again.
While most of the gang was either in town with a whore or drinking arround the camp fire, you and Colm had settled in the cabin he claimed as his own. He asked you all kind of questions about the heist, and together you were already planning the next one.
At some point however, you started talking about yourselfes more.
“You always been a good gun ta me. Following orders, bein‘ reliable, not like the bunch of idiots out there.”
You laughed a little. Colm noticed and grinned back at you.
Then he suddenly stood up from the table and walked around to your chair. He supported himself by placing his hands on the armrests of your chair, effectively trapping you were you were sitting.
“Gotta be one of my most loyal members… I‘ve always been wonderin‘ where that dedication of yours came from…”
He leaned closer and you could tell by now that he was really drunk. Normally that man protected his personal space like a wolf his prey. Colm moved one hand to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing against your lips. His eyes seemed a little unfocused.
“Been wonderin‘ fer a while now, how far that loyalty goes…”
He moved the hand to grap your hair on the back of your head, before pressing his lips on yours.
You didn‘t excpect him to ever really like you in this way, let alone kiss you.
After you two parted he looks at you with an impatient expression. He demands your answer now.
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