Sam would want someone with the same morals as him. Someone with a strict sense of right and wrong. Being a bounty hunter is a huge part of him, so someone who'd be willing to travel around with him would be a huge bonus too. He'd want someone intelligent, someone he could have deep conversations with well into the night. He's not huge on physical contact, but he wouldn't mind if his partner was.
Joshua Faraday
Faraday would probably go for an S/O that's more on the shy side. He'd love complementing them, showing them off, and performing tricks for them, because he finds their blush adorable. He'd also want one that loves to laugh and have fun, as he's constantly messing around and making jokes. They'd have to have a bit of patience as well because, especially in Faraday's case, old habits die hard.
Red Harvest
Being open-minded would be at the top of Red Harvest's checklist. He wouldn't care if they were Comanche, like him, or not. But they'd have to be accepting of everyone, no exceptions. This and kindness would go along hand-in-hand in his partner. After being pushed out of his tribe and surrounded by people unwilling to give him a second glance, someone with a large and accepting heart would be his sanctuary when he just needs a break from constantly being on the defensive.
Jack Horne
Since religion is such a huge part of Jack's life, he'd probably want someone with the same values as him. He'd also probably want someone who can look after themselves. He lost his family because he wasn't there for them, so he'd probably want someone he knows he can leave in the morning and still return to at the end of the day.
Goodnight Robicheaux
Goodnight would want someone affectionate. He still suffers from PTSD, so being able to just hold someone and be held at the end of the day would give him that extra sense of security he craves. At the same time, he'd want someone adventurous. Someone that pushes him out of his shell. He wants to make them proud of him, and he wants to be someone they can depend on to look after and protect them.
Billy Rocks
Billy's ideal partner is the opposite of him. He'd love someone loud and rambunctious, because they keep life interesting. The conversations would probably be one-sided, but neither would mind, because they'd love to talk and he'd be content to sit and listen to their voice. He'd also want someone curious, someone who would ask a lot of questions about himself. Other than Goodnight, no one in his life ever cared to get to know him, so he'd secretly love telling you about himself and teaching you new things (coughknifethrowingcough).
Vasquez
Loyalty. That's all Vasquez wants. After so many years on the run, he just wants someone he can trust to stay with him. He'd be fiercely protective of them, even though they can probably look after themselves just fine. They'd also be protective of him, and would be quick to defend him if anyone brought up his past. They wouldn't be afraid to put him in his place if he does something they don't approve of. He'd think being told he's better than this would be great, because someone sees that he has so much potential, and he would try his hardest not to let them down.
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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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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“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”
A/N: Reminder that requests are closed and this is just me clearing out my inbox.
“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”
If it were any other night, a remark like that would have gotten Vasquez a playful slap or at the very least an eye-roll. All part of the push and pull that came from your relationship, the show of being able to walk away from each other at any time, when in reality you never could. It was usually the part you enjoyed the most. Of course, you usually didn’t have to wait an entire month to some actual privacy.
A small whine came from your lips as his tongue licked up your slit, flicking your clit with his tongue. Your blood was on fire and you wanted nothing for then for him to fuck it out of you.
“Please,” you pleaded, curling your fingers tighter in his hair.
He hummed in satisfaction, the small vibrations making your back arc off the bed.
But before he could say anything else, a heavy knock came at the door.
“Hey!” Faraday called. “Open up. I need to get some sleep.”
Vasquez cursed under his breath. Faraday was supposed to be staying the night with one of the ladies he had gotten lucky with at the bar, evidently he luck ran out.
“Not on your life guerro,” Vasquez shouted.
“I’m not asking to share the bed. I just need the floor.”
You sat up on your elbows, frustration and horniness throwing all of your dignity out the window.
“Joshua Faraday, you have three seconds to get away from that door or I swear to the Lord Almighty, I will shoot you.”
If Faraday was surprised to hear your voice, he didn’t show it. “C’mon Y/N, I can’t sleep with the horses.”
“One.”
“Just for the night. I’ll plug my ears.”
“Two.”
“You’re not serious.”
You pulled your pistol from your holster hanging on the side of the bed post. As loudly as possible you loaded the weapon before snapping it in place.
“Shit! I’m going!”
The pounding of Faraday’s footsteps faded down the hallway leaving you and Vasquez finally alone.
You looked toward your lover to find him smiling back at you.
It’d been about three months since the battle for Rose Creek, and to say that things had been rough would be a gross understatement that could only be compared to someone saying ‘Goodnight Robicheaux was good with a rifle’. As one of the people that aided the Seven in the fight against Bogue, you had witnessed first hand the bloodshed and skill held by the men that saved your little town. During their stay both before and after the battle, you had grown quite close to the Mexican member of the Seven, Vasquez. To the point where you hopped on your horse and joined him as he, Sam, and Red Harvest rode out of town.
Which was what led you to your current location: holed up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere months later. Vasquez had been hesitant to form an attachment to you at first given his status as a wanted man, but he eventually relented when he realized that you were easily as stubborn as him and your heart was set on joining him. Sure you were leaving behind some friends, but you had no family left, no land, nothing really tying you to Rose Creek. Living life as a drifter beside a wanted criminal was hardly going to be the big, monumental shift Vasquez thought it would be.
Once he came around to the fact that you weren’t going to leave his side come hell or high water, the man allowed himself to fall for you completely. And when Vasquez allowed him to experience real emotions, he felt them soul deep. Not that you would have it any other way.
But all the leadup to the way you two got together left its marks.
He’d gotten close to the rest of the Seven, and the loss of more than half of their ragtag little gang did something to him. Left its mark much like the War left its mark on Goody. Faraday’s death, especially, hurt him, leading to nightmares and times where he just seemed to zone out for several minutes at a time. Those times were the worst. His normally smiling face twisted into a haunted frown . . . You hated it every time.
Nights like this, though, you could handle. You woke to the low mumblings that usually indicated that the man you loved was in the midst of one of those nightmares. As usual, you rolled over to face him--well, his back since he was turned away. You gently shook his arm and called his name until he jerked a little, signaling his return to the waking world.
“You okay, Corazoncito?” he mumbled, turning his head slightly so his bleary eyes could just glimpse you out of his peripherals.
“Of course, Vas. You were just having a nightmare.”
“Fuck,” he sighed, head flopping back down. “Thanks for waking me up.”
Your response was only to press a kiss to the scar on his shoulder from the bullet that’d ripped through it that day in Rose Creek. It was something you always did on nights like this. The scar was a reminder of what you lost to get here, but also the good that had come from it.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” he mumbled, hand moving to lightly trace your thigh.
“Only if you do too.”
A quiet snore was the reply you got, pulling a quiet laugh out of you. Quickly after, you followed your lover back to sleep, forehead pressed into his back as you held him close.
For @highschoolhasbeenwaitingtohappen - thank you for waiting!!
“I’m home.”
Your voice sounded even wearier than it felt, and the small house stayed still, quiet. Was he home? Or perhaps he hadn’t heard you. You opened your mouth to call again, hesitated, and then closed it. You didn’t feel like either yelling or searching, so instead you reached down to unlace your boots, kicked them off by the door, and walked to the small kitchen to pour yourself a drink. You could hardly feel your toes, and your fingers were slow as you opened the cupboards. The only liquor you found was half a bottle of whiskey, and you poured yourself a generous dram, leaning against the kitchen counter to take a sip. The room was cold, and you pulled your coat tighter around you. You dearly missed the warm winters of the southwest, and neither of you had been prepared for the snow or wind here, or how the chill seemed to settle so deep inside you that it would barely budge until you tucked yourself under all the blankets in the house and entwined your body with Vasquez’s.
Still, you were so grateful that he had agreed to move to New York City with you. You knew you might not have gone if he hadn’t, and that you probably would have regretted that decision for a long, long time - perhaps for the rest of your life. But he had encouraged you, bolstered you, been willing to sacrifice his need for the wild to indulge your need to learn, and together you worked out a compromise: you would go to school to become a teacher, and then the pair of you would go back out west to find a small town where you could work and he could farm.
But the study was tiring and the workload seemingly endless, and after a very long day of focusing, your brain felt as if it had been replaced with cotton and your guts with sludge. Your feet had been heavy as you walked home, and the stink of the city seemed to linger now in your nostrils, even in the muted form it took in the winter. You took another sip of the whiskey, and its peaty bitterness seemed to clear the smell from your system a little.
You looked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the staircase and then into the kitchen. It was Vasquez, a warm smile on his face and a flush on his cheeks, his dark hair a little curlier and more rumpled than usual. “I thought I might have heard you come in,” he said.
“I said I was here,” you said.
“I’m sorry, I must have missed it. Long day?”
You nodded, taking another slow draw from your glass. You knew it wasn’t a particularly smart idea to drink because you were stressed, but you never let yourself do so, and if you were going to any time, now seemed fair. With three major tests coming up, your workload had never felt heavier. “Very. You?”
“Not so much,” he said. He was working at a stable on the edge of town. You knew he liked the work, and you often envied him, until you thought about the fact that you would likely grow bored quickly in his role. “Did you eat yet?” he asked.
“Yeah, on the way home,” you answered.
“Good. Can you come upstairs?” “I’m really not in the mood, Vas-“
“No, not for that, pervert,” he teased, but you couldn’t find the energy to smile. “Just come with me.”
“Okay.” You refilled your glass and followed him. Your steps up the stairs were slow, and you paused halfway, perplexed, when the gentle scent of lavender reached your nostrils. “What’s that?”
“Just come here,” Vasquez said, holding out a hand to you. You took it, and he led you into the bedroom as the smell intensified, the air growing humid as you neared the door. Inside, a copper tub was filled nearly to the brim with bubbles, hot steam curling into the air, and a selection of soaps sat on a fruit crate standing on its end next to the tub with a pair of candles next to them. A fire crackled in the fireplace, a kettle hanging over it, and your old teapot sat on a tray on the hearth with several scones, a set of mugs next to them. Your mouth hung open for a moment, incredulous, and then tears came to your eyes. He was looking at you, and his smile turned suddenly to concern and pity. “No, no, don’t cry!” He wrapped you in an embrace, his long fingers rubbing the base of your skull, and it felt so wonderful you let your neck go limp, resting your head against his chest as he worked on the tired muscles. “This is perfect,” you murmured. Somehow it felt your worries had melted away, and the stressors of your day retreated, locked outside the gate of this sanctuary Vasquez had made. You felt his fingers unfastening your clothing, and stood there as he did so. The restricting garments fell away piece by piece until you stood naked and unashamed before him. He clasped your upper arms and looked deep into your eyes, and even though he had done so so many times, you still felt your breath catch a little at the intensity of the love in his dark eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he said, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now get in before it gets cold.”
You nodded and disentangled your feet from the pile of clothes, and crossed the few steps to the tub. You dipped your toes in, and they burned for a moment, the heat chasing out the numbness shockingly quickly. Then you stepped in, beginning to lower yourself into the water, and it felt that the more of your body the water surrounded, the more weariness and stress disappeared. You settled your back against the curve of the end of the tub, the water up to your chin, the lavender scent calming, and your muscles relaxing in the heat.
“I wasn’t sure which soap you’d like best so I got a bunch of them,” Vasquez said, and you couldn’t find the words to answer. You did small things for each other all the time, and the strength of your love was shown in the sacrifices you both had made. But for him to do something this special, at one of your most challenging times - it meant more than you knew how to say.
“Thank you,” you said, hoping you could convey your sincerity in the simple words.
“You’re welcome, mi amor.” He poured you a cup of tea and you watched as he prepared it just the way you liked - Lord, did he know you well - and you took a slow sip when he handed it to you. It warmed where the whiskey had scorched, soothed where it had enflamed, and you closed your eyes, letting your other senses take over. You heard chair legs shift behind you and then gasped as Vasquez’s fingers dug into your shoulders, his hands strong and nimble, digging into the aches that had accumulated through the hours of leaning over a desk.
“You’re incredible,” you muttered, and heard him chuckle.
He continued massaging the muscles of your arms and shoulders until it felt that they had all turned to mush, and he kept adding more hot water to the tub, from time to time emptying some out so that it didn’t overflow. You experimented with the soaps he had picked, each scent unique and alluring - orange, cardamom, mint, and bergamot - and let him lead your body as he washed your hair with something that smelled of coconut.
As you drank your second cup of tea, he began to read to you from a book of poetry, and you focused on the images he made, his voice rising and falling with the flow of the words. Still he kept the water warm, and the sun outside was long gone, the glow of the candles friendly and intimate. You gradually lost all sense of time, settling into near-sleep with your head resting on the back of the tub. “I’d better get you to bed before you fall asleep in there,” he said at last, and the spell broke. You blinked, and suddenly guilt crept into your chest.
“Don’t you want to get in?” you asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask.”
“No, this was for you,” he said. “Don’t think about it. Besides, do you realize how badly I would get teased if I showed up to work smelling like flowers and fruits?”
You laughed, and reluctantly stood, taking the towel Vasquez handed you to dry your hair. “You could probably use it.”
“Are you saying I smell?” he asked, an expression of mock-offense on his face.
“No!” you exclaimed. “You smell wonderful, most of the time.” You got to work drying off your body, and your skin felt soft and sensitive, your whole body flushed from the heat.
He laughed. “I can live with that.” He handed you your robe, and you slipped into it and tied off the waist.
“I want to thank you for this,” you said. “It means so much to me. It- it was perfect. I don’t know how to express my gratitude.”
“I do,” he said. “Go to bed, get some sleep. I’ll join you in just a few minutes.”
“Are you sure?” you asked, but at his words you remembered how tired you were, and you were so warm, the lingering heat from the bath wrapping around you more tightly than your robe.
“I’m sure,” he said. “Go get comfortable.”
You obeyed, and as soon as you laid your head on the pillow, you let the tiredness you had been weakly attempting to stave off all night take you over. You began to drift off to the quiet sounds of Vasquez emptying the bath and cleaning up the room, and just before you fell asleep, you felt him climb into bed next to you. He gently turned your body, pulling you closer to him, and you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, breathing in his familiar scent. “I love you,” you murmured sleepily, and he kissed your forehead.
As of right now I have 10 total requests, They will be listed below the cut. Lease note that I have no star wars requests and that I try to do a little of each fandom instead of just a million eomers in a row bwhahaha. Also note that if your request is not on here it means I either did not get it or that I decided for whatever reason not to write it. I try to tell the people whose requests I dont do but if you were on anon I cant.
Day 6 is super late ;_; I only just finished it >.< it’s very similar themes to 5 another present based one. I realised as I finished it. I haven’t betaed this at all >.< one more day left.
Day 6:
Snow never fell in Phoenix, Arizona was in the middle of the desert how could it? So it was so hard for you to get into the Christmas spirit. Didn’t stop the townsfolk decorating cactus with tinsel and a bauble or two. The merriment was still present within the town.
You and Vasquez had stoped here for a while just to rest up before carrying on southward. Vasquez had received word from Goodnight that he was having a little get together at his home in New Orleans and naturally you were both invited.
You were just gathering the last of your provisions for the journey down to New Orleans.
“Leaving already dear?”
“Yes, we plan to leave in the morning.” You said with a smile as you set down the items on the counter,
“Oh you should stay for Christmas at least, you’re both more than welcome to come join us for Christmas” the blacksmiths wife offered,
“That is very kind of you but we’re going to see friends down south. It has been at least a year since we saw them.”
The women in the shop did like to gossip but they had been very welcoming to you and Vasquez. Nodding as you checked your list one last time as Clara packed your things into a paper bag for you.
Counting your remaining coins you decided to buy a few other things. A little something for Vasquez.
You headed back to the inn and packed the last few bits ready for your leave. You waited for Vasquez to get back and waited. The sun started to set and looked out the window for any sign of your traveling partner. Nothing. You sighed and sat at the little round table in your room looking at the gifts you’d bought. He was usually back by now. You were getting worried.
Darkness had fully engulfed the sun, leaving your room in the pitch black. Having started to doze off at the table you hadn’t noticed the change in light.
The sound of the door opening jolted you awake and you rubbed your eyes squinting through the darkness at the shadowy figure that had entered your room
“Vasquez?”
A match was struck and moments later the room was illuminated by a little lamp. Vasquez walked over to you
“Mi amor, why were you sat in the dark?”
“I..was waiting for you and I fell asleep.” You admitted sheepishly, rising to your feet and leaning in to kiss him fondly “I was worried.”
Setting the lantern down her wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to his chest and kissing the top of your head “I didn’t mean to make you worried. I was doin’ a little extra with the carpenter.” He pulled back to look down at you, a little smile creeping at the corners of his mouth “I got you something..it’s not much but-“
He pulled a little pouch out of his trouser pocket and held it out to you.
You stared at the velveteen pouch and back up to Vasquez “you shouldn’t have”
“It’s Christmas ain’t it?” He smiled and watched eagerly for you to open the pouch which you did so carefully. The contents of the bag slide out into the palm of your hand. A little silver oval locket with a beautiful rose design on the front.
“Oh Vasquez this is lovely” you held the locket to the light of the lamp to inspect it better “oh..this is-“
“Empty..at the moment” he sounded a little sad that he didn’t have anything to put in it
“I’m sure someone in New Orleans has one of those photograph places. Goodnight might now.” You smiles brightly and threw your arms around his neck pulling him down into a passionate kiss “I love it thank you..Manuel.”
He tensed a little, he still wasn’t so used to you calling him by name. It was nice but sometimes it felt so foreign since everyone else just knew him as Vasquez.
“I also got you something. Not nearly as grand I’m afraid.” You hooked the locket around your neck before handing Vasquez his own gifts. Some new shiny spurs, a new hat because his current one was full of more holes than an ant hill and some cigars.
“Mi amor.” He ran his fingers across the new spurs, closing his eyes as he smiled gently. When was the last time anyone had given him something? “gracias mi amor..I didn’t expect anything.”
“As you said it’s Christmas or it is soon and I wanted to get you something. Merry Christmas Manuel.” You smiled hugging him tightly burying your face into his chest taking in his warmth and the lingering scent of the cigars he smoked. Vasquez returned the hug nuzzling the top of your head.
“Merry Christmas Mi Amor.”
It had been a rough year and lord only knew what the next year would bring but at least you had each other.
