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hyucksong · 4 years

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nct dream as roommates

a/n: *romantically calls you bro*

lee mark

the roommate that walked in on you taking a shower on the first night you moved in and avoided you for a week afterward

he even went as far as browsing different apartments to live in because baby boy was too afraid to face you

sometimes wakes up before you and he always prepares your coffee or tea and sets it by your bed for you when you wake up…sometimes sits on the edge of your bed to watch you

asks you to do his laundry because he doesn’t know how to separate the colors

you’re fine with doing them because he tries his absolute bestest with everything else, and it’s so cute

the first time he did the laundry you were sick…and you got a whole new wardrobe of pink clothing the next day

always does the dishes and you do the laundry…he’ll clean the living room and kitchen if you clean the bathrooms…he’ll go grocery shopping…only if you go with him

asks you to do his hair when he meets up with his friends, and if you say no he says “okay” and then pouts until you agree

you really like photography but hiring models is expensive so you always ask mark to model for you

and he always agrees, blushing while doing so

make-up artists are expensive too, so you also get him dressed up and add whatever you want to his face

(once you did a fairy photoshoot and he had freckles and pink cheeks and your heart did the thing)

this time you need him to sit still for hours because it's supposedly a big photoshoot with a few other photographers coming too, so there’s a lot of looks to get through

you do the first look before you get to the photo site to save time

he thinks nothing of you curling his hair until he looks up at you and time slows as his heart stops…

because you smell like vanilla and your nose is scrunched in concentration…because your breathing is heavy as you run to the bathroom to get more things before you’re late…

because you’re biting your lip while looking at him, admiring your own work, proud of the way the make-up came out, but a little disheartened because it looked like you put a little too much blush (even though you only put a little)

and mark thinks,,, oh no

fuck

huang renjun

your best friend since you were a child

you’re used to ‘living with him’ because you practically lived with him as a kid; you were always at his house spending the night or vice versa

he wakes you up an hour after he gets up because ‘he needs his peaceful time’

claims that ‘you’re the worst person to live with’ but refuses to look for another apartment because ‘no one else can handle you but me’

(in reality, he knows that there will never be anyone else he’ss comfortable with as you)

he wakes you up by throwing a pillow in your face and or flopping on your bed next to you and bouncing a few times

once got really scared because you weren’t waking up no matter what he did, and when he started to tear up you opened your eyes and pushed him off the bed

you just didn’t want to be woken up that day and tried to ignore him, but apparently, you ignored him for too long because he genuinely freaking out on the inside

he’s watched ‘what’s eating gilbert grape’ okay he was SCARED

he didn’t talk to you for three days after that....only started to wake you up again because you made the effort to wake up before him and make him breakfast in bed with hot tea

he expected you to leave his room after you gave it to him, but you just looked at him for a minute before sitting on the bed next to him, getting under the covers with him

he focused on the fact you were taking up all the space instead of the now-familiar thrum of his heartbreak against his ribcage

(he’s felt it for the past fewyears, he’s gotten used to drowning it out)

“y/nnnnnnn what are you doingggggg”

“shut up i made the breakfast, can’t i at least sit next to my favorite boy?”

...he’s your favorite boy?...okaythatwasreallycutebuthe’llneveradmitit

“o...kay...”

blushes when you lay your head on his shoulder in bed, watching whatever he’s doing on his phone, because your cheek is warm against his shirt and its bleeding through onto his skin and weiowioegfhowieh

but also yells at you when you take a bite of his toast and bolt out of the room, giggling

“yAH y/N”

lee jeno

the roommate that was awkward for the first month because he didn’t really want to room with a girl because then he can’t spend saturday with the boys

then he brought them home one day without telling you and was expected to get his ass Whopped but you were drinking vodka and crying while watching Cars so

yeah you were the perfect roommate for him

you drink together

saturday may be for the boys but sunday is for drinking your problems away with your roommate

can’t cook but will make BOMB desserts for you both every friday...also fridays are pizza nights and you both order a large cheese pizza with ranch on the side and a pint of dr.pepper

yall have the same diet but he has a six-pack and you don’t so you call bullshit on health and everything it is

both of you fall asleep on the couch all the time, TV still playing the game soundtrack with the controllers on the floor, blinking from low battery

jeno alwayswakes up before you, and he doesn’t admit it, but he loves to watch you sleep

you just look so...ethereal

even with the drool

ANYWAY

you are one of the bros...he’s even taken a shit when you took a shower before -- that’s how close you are

then one day you get dressed up real pretty and he’s making fun of you, laughing “you never look this nice who’s holding you at gunpoint”

“i’m going on a date jeno hop off my DICK”

“,,,what”

immediately felt defensive and was questioing who could like you and why you were going on a saturday night when it was busy on the streets and also please call the guy and cancel the date because he wants to watch toy story with you and eat pasta why are you going out with someone has he met him why haven’t you told jeno about this guy you know what you should just not go

and it’s when you walk out the door rolling your eyes, promising to be back home before 9pm with a cute shirt on and nice perfume on when jeno realizes

that damn he hates to see you leave,,,but he loves to watch you go

(and he might have the teeniest, weeniest crush on you)

lee donghyuck

the type to never clean the dishes and always makes you do them even if he cooks because he hates the feeling of wet food

then one day he sees you v e r y stressed over school work and he just...cleans the whole house

you come back from the library and you’re like,,,the fuck where’s haechan and what have you done with him

in turn, you buy him a headset that he’s been wanting for the past year...and you think he’s about to propose to you after you give them to him

but in all reality he’s just so happy that you even remembered something so trivial...like he talking about them once (1) and you remembered?

...cute bitch

he’s a big prankster, but in an endearing way, so whenever he goes too far you never really stay mad because he’s just a little unaware of the anger his pranks cause

plus you always get back at him

always :)

you both are basically the same people; you’re passionate about your studies and he’s passionate about gaming and dancing

yall are the bad bitches that no one messes with

BET that yall wear matching fits whenever you two go out together

you get together to watch his favorite youtubers do let’s plays of popular games

one day yall sit down to watch some outlast 2

and boy

did you underestimate the scare factor

so now you’re three episodes deep into the let’s play and your head is buried in haechans stomach because you’re laying down facing away from the TV, clinging to the poor boy

he doesn’t know if his heart is beating so fast because of the jumpscare or because of the way you look up at him when you ask if the scary part is over yet

he doesn’t like seeing you scared with tears in your eyes...but the way you’re clinging to him makes him want to watch a thousand more scary episodes...

...if it means you’ll cuddle with him

na jaemin

the best roommate you could ever ask for

he loves to clean and cook, not to mention he’s an absolute sweetheart!!!!!!!

you started to live with him because you had posted an ad on a website for a roommate and he sent back a reply

but the texts used so many of (=｀ω´=) these emojis you just assumed it was a girl

he was not

every night before you go to bed, he’ll walk into your room and whisper “good night, sleep well” to you before petting you head and walking out

people always wonder if you’re dating, but you always reply that it’s just the way he is

until one night you invite your (asshole) project partner to your apartment and she flirts with him endLESSLY,,, not doing her work or anything, just talking with jaems

like it’s pissing you off, and you think it’s pissing him off, and you’re about to send her home when you notice the storm outside and you realize,,,, you’re too good of a person to do that

so she sleeps on the couch, and you do the same, just so you can keep an eye on her and so that she isn’t left alone with jaemin at any point (poor boy looked like he’s about to combust if she tries to talk to him again)

and jaemin does his usual routine even with the extra company, stroking your head and even going as far as to place a kiss on your forehead

“what about me, do I get a kiss” the girl annoyingly asked

“no, you’re not yn” and hE WALKS AWAY AND CLOSES THE DOOR TO HIS ROOM

there’s silence in your head as you process his words, a little shocked and confused as to what he means, but most of all, your thoughts consist of;

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

you might have just fallen for him (let’s face it, you’ve been in love with him (just not as long as he’d been in love with you))

zhong chenle

not going to lie, you two did NOT get along in the beginning

you were each other’s first roommates, and you knew he was extroverted, but you underestimated the differences between your personalities

like,,, no please don’t invite the dreamies over again for the eighth time this week I can’t focus on homework with all the screaming

but even with all the head-butting, the chores are split evenly because he’s practicing to ‘be marriage material for his future wife’

you don’t care as long as he just does what he’s supposed to, and you two aren’t exactly the closest

but there are times when you connect, like on lazy Sunday afternoons where you both just relax on the couch...anywaY

and he always rolls his eyes, telling you that ‘you need to stop being a hermit and make some friends’

‘get some confidence’

‘why don’t you put any effort into how you dress’

it hurts a little...you know you’re not the prettiest and you don’t really try anyway

but to have it pointed out to you just...stings

and after a guy rejects you (after you built up courage for a whole years to confess to him) your confidence is at an all-time low (he said no because ‘you were too bland’ like wtf fUCk you)

and you’re just crying and eating spaghetti o’s, telling chenle as oon as you walk into the door that you’re ‘too sensitive for his bullshit today’

to which chenle doesn’t care... then he sees your puffy eyes and asks wha happens

you tell him, and he just gets...angry

(and jealous?)

he goes on a tangent, mocking the guy, saying that ‘you’re the most doen-to-earth natural beauty’ he’s ever seen and that ‘any guy who doesn’t fall in love with your cute sarcastic personality’ is dumber than a rock

he grumbles for the rest of the night, sitting and watching movies with you; it makes your heart swell that he’s getting so mad for you

and at the end of the mini-movie night, and he strokes your hair saying that you’re ‘his little introvert’,

you decide that ‘opposite attract’ is 100% true

(and chenle notices that you have very pretty lips)

park jisung

you two are dorm roommates at a dance school, and y’all are so cute all the teachers LOVE you

like you both just spend so much time together it’s ridiculous

yall walk to class together, then from class to class together, eat lunch together, after school activities, walk back to the dorms, meet each other’s friends, go out on the weekends together...everything

it feels weird to not be with him

(the teachers have a bet that you’ll be dating before your senior year)

the dorm is just a studio apartment with two bedrooms (your parents both pay a lot for space)

so chores aren’t too hard, in fact, you both usually spend the last few hours of daylight on Sunday nights straightening up your apartment from the hectic week before, to start off completely fresh and new

nothing big ever happens on Sundays around the home, but one day jisung (who went to hang out with chenle (he invited you but you pouted and said you had too much hmwk)) found a little puppy on the side of the road

and then proceeded to sneak into the dorms with it, hiding it under his shirt

when he showed you what he found, you couldn’t be mad...it was just so cute (both jisung’s little smile and the puppy)

but you noticed it was shivering, and you whined, ‘jisung you didn’t even notice it was cold oH My GoD, go get it some water and food’ while you set up a nest of blankets for the little guy

hours later when the puppy had eaten and subsequently fallen asleep in your lap, you turned to jisung

‘let’s name it mousie’

‘what that’s dumb’

‘it’s not dumb! i wanna name it that because it looks like you whenever you sleep! it's so cute hehehe’

you thought jisung was WHAT when he slept

jisung didn’t talk for a whole minute, drinking in your words and thinking about them over and over again, in the meantime you were just smiling down at the puppy

your cheeks were red with happiness and your nose was a little red from sneezing (because the puppy was covered in pollen from being outside) and your gaze was filled with such love that jisung shivered

you let out a sigh and plopped your head on his shoulder, and all his feelings he’d ever had for you exploded in his chest, and he tensed (though if you noticed, you didn’t day anything)

you just kept and petting the dog

and damn did jisung want to be that dog

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mochimiyas · 3 years

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acceptance

pairings: pre-timeskip!miya atsumu x reader, somewhat atsumu-centric

warnings: slight angst, mentions of insecurities, lowercase intended

a/n: wow i got lots of love from my sakusa drabble and i can’t help but thank you guys for enjoying! this drabble is based on my curiosity when atsumu accepts the fact that osamu will no longer pursue volleyball by his side, and what he does after it. i feel like its something everyone goes through in their life, whether it may be concerning a sport, hobby, job, etc. and if yall had someone that was on that atsumu/osamu bond level. please enjoy! content is under the cut...

“atsumu! when are ya gonna talk to yer brother?! it’s been a week, son. just please talk to him...”

miya atsumu was considered one of the best setters during his high school years, and was widely known to be a threat along with his twin brother, miya osamu.

‘’samu...’

atsumu clenched his teeth at the thought of his twin brother. the fact that his brother had the audacity to confront him at school, nonetheless informing him that he no longer wanted to pursue volleyball with him and instead, take a step into the culinary business. atsumu felt like his world was crumbling into ashes slowly, as if time slowed down in that particular moment. he remembered feeling his heart beating painfully in his ears after the gut-wrenching declaration.

everyone else who was in the gym at the time waited for atsumu’s reaction. majority of the outsiders thought atsumu would be happy that his twin decided to pursue his true passion, but the team knew better. they knew atsumu like the back of their hands.

atsumu and osamu did everything together. they never once separated from each other and were each other’s greatest rival. atsumu would never admit it out loud, but he always considered osamu to be his motivation to improve and to become a better player. he never thought in a million years that osamu thought about ditching volleyball for cooking. how long was he thinking about this for? why would he suddenly quit? why is he leaving me behind?

as the blonde setter mulled over all the possible reasonings behind osamu’s sudden declaration, the grey-haired spiker was internally freaking out, his brother’s silence scaring him. he truly didn’t know what the setter was thinking this time, his facial expression void of any indication of what he was thinking inside. osamu let out as a shaky breath as atsumu lifted his head to look at him.

“can ya repeat that again, ‘samu?” osamu sighed as he braced himself for what was about to come.

“i said, i won’t be doin’ volleyball anymore after high school. i’ve decided that i wanna start takin’ cooking seriously and start my own business,” he stared straight into atsumu’s eyes, gauging his reaction.

“just because i ain’t doin’ volleyball, doesn’t automatically mean i’m less successful than ya by default,” he suddenly grabs the collar of atsumu’s jacket, “if yer so dang sure you’ll be the happier one, then come back to me when we’re old geezers! wait until then to frickin’ laugh in my face and say that you were happier!”

something inside of atsumu snapped and gave osamu a vicious glare.

he calmly stated, “if that’s how ya wanna do it, fine,” atsumu gripped his brother’s collar, “when we are on our death beds, i’m gonna look at ya right in the face and tell ya i had the happier life!”

it’s been a week since atsumu last spoke to his brother, the altercation being the last time. truthfully, atsumu was genuinely lost. the realization that his brother was pursuing a different career path than him finally sunk in, and so many emotions came at him all at once. atsumu didn’t know what to think, what to feel, and it scared him. it scared him knowing that he couldn’t do anything to set his thoughts straight. it also made him feel like he was incapable of keeping his emotions in check. he was miya atsumu, one of japan’s greatest youth setters. something like this should’ve been a breeze for him to overcome, right?

right?

atsumu sighed and glanced at the clock on his bedside table. 00:28 am. the blonde setter knew you were still awake, and decided to text you.

a loud ding! woke you up instantly and you hurriedly checked your phone to see your boyfriend texting you at an ungodly hour. you heard from suna what happened between the miya twins and when you asked atsumu about it, he ignored your question and walked away, your shouts of his name and pleas for him to come back fading into the distance. after that day, you gave atsumu some space, hoping that he would come talk to you about it but after a week of not hearing from him, you grew worried but still gave him the space he desperately needed.

tsum-tsum: oi, are ya still awake? lemme come over

you: i’m awake now! ill unlock my door for you. just lock it when u get inside please

tsum-tsum: omw now

twenty minutes later, you faintly heard the front door open and close, the lock sliding into place. footsteps were shuffling closer and closer to your room until the door opened, revealing your disheveled boyfriend. the under eye bags, his immaculately styled hair now sticking up in different directions; atsumu truly looked like dog shit, you thought.

you motioned for your boyfriend to come lay next to you, immediately curling underneath your comforter. atsumu laid his head on your chest as you gently stroked his hair and wrapped your other arm around his broad shoulders.

“‘m sorry,” he whispered.

“don’t worry about it ‘tsumu. your feelings and how you reacted are valid. i would’ve felt the same way if i was in your shoes, y’know,” you reassured him. you brought your hand from his hair to cup his chin, gingerly lifting his head to face you.

“do you mind telling me what was going through your head for the past week? you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

atsumu immediately poured out his feelings for you. his fear of losing osamu, his partner-in-crime, and being all alone. osamu was truly the only person that could keep up with him, and for that he was grateful, but what was he going to do now that osamu is moving on? atsumu always left people behind due to his hunger to improve his skills as a setter, but never once he thought that it would happen to him, let alone it would be his brother who ceased the “terror of the miya brothers.” he also recalled the memory to you, what happened at the gym and the aftermath.

he felt your body shaking slightly, confusion spreading across his face as he watched you fail miserably to contain your laughter.

atsumu pouted, “oi! is my pain funny to ya or somethin’?! yer supposed ta be supportin’ me through my troubles, babe,” you laughed even harder at his pout.

“oh ‘tsumu, you never fail to make me laugh,” he glowered at you, “it’s just- you and osamu will be just fine.”

before he could protest, you placed your hand over his mouth, “shhh, let me explain, love. ‘samu knew for a long time that you were gonna make it further into the volleyball path than he was. your love for volleyball is greater than his, and he knew that his time with you on the court wasn’t gonna last any longer,” you removed your hand from his mouth to cup his cheek.

“but the last thing ‘samu knew he can do for you before he officially left volleyball, was to challenge you. that’s why he taunted you that day y’know. he wanted you to keep going without him. he supports ya regardless of whatever path you take in the future. hell, maybe one day, your paths will cross when you both are older and happy in your future lives,” you chuckled.

it was silent after. you and atsumu laid in each other’s arms. while you were trying your hardest to stay awake, the blonde setter seemed to be deep in thought about what you said.

finally, after moments of silence, atsumu spoke up.

“i’m gonna beat him, ‘n i know damn well i’m gonna have a happier life than him.”

you giggled at his declaration.

“can’t wait to see you achieve that, atsumu.”

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yeet-or-be-hawed · 4 years

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Hunters of Flesh and Money Part 4 Arthur Morgan x Reader

Fletcher has requested help from Arthur in dealing with a nuisance.

TW: violence

The heat is ON boys! This is becoming one of my favorite works and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have!

Part 3

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Master list

The sun was blinding and the streets of Saint Denis were bustling and busy. The sooner you could leave the city the better. If it were up to you, you would’ve skipped the noisy city all together but Cripps had a buyer and as he says, money is money. It was a needed trip, after an easy delivery you were able to make it over to the tailor to replace your torn raggedy garments that were destroyed in your run in with the wolves.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, this muggy heat didn’t agree with you- but neither did the pungent smells of civilization or the constant noise of chaos. The wagon was parked just across the street from the tailor, you rubbed your temples as you descended the stairs, your head was throbbing. Your eyes were on the ground and you didn’t even see the man until you crashed into his chest. “Oof! Sorry bout-“

“Fletcher?”

When you looked up, a familiar face was smiling down at you from under the brim of his hat. You returned his smile, “well, if it isn’t Mr. Morgan. What brings an outlaw like you into the big city?”

He scoffed, “I could ask you the same thing.”

You shrugged, “had to run a delivery for my business partner. Decided I’d stop and grab some new clothes while I was around.”

“How ya healin’ after that by the way? Ain’t seen ya since we did that job together.”

You gave him a thumbs up, “healed up just fine.” You gave him a look over and he looked better than you remembered. His clothes looked newer and he looked more cleaned up- his beard was trimmed and styled and his hair wasn’t so wild. His sleeves were rolled to accommodate to the southern heat and you couldn’t help but notice his strong forearms. You cleared your throat in an attempt to pull your mind from the gutter. “I told you my business here, how bout yours?”

He rubbed his neck, “oh, just runnin’ round for Dutch. I actually just stepped out for a drink and some air.” He paused. “New business partner, huh? What kinda business are you runnin’ outlaw?”

You smirked, “wouldn’t you like to know.” Your eyes flickered to the late afternoon sky and an idea came to mind. “Actually, would you like to know?”

“Well I just asked, didn’t I?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be a smart ass. Come with me.”

He followed behind to your wagon and whistled for his horse. As the two of you climbed up you began to explain. “An old friend a mine who travels with me had the idea.” You flicked the reins and the wagon lurched forward. Arthur’s Arabian followed close behind. “Ya! He’s got a talent for makin’ things and I got a talent for killin’ things. I bring him animals and skins and he turns ‘em into... well anything really. When it’s time to sell to a buyer I take the supplies and deliver.”

Arthur raised his brow, “sounds like you’re the work horse of the operation.”

“It ain’t a big deal. I like huntin’ and not every delivery is easy. Between bandits and rival traders Cripps probably woulda been shot by now if I let him do the deliveries.”

Arthur tried to ignore the pang of annoyance. You had never mentioned traveling with another man, now you’re running a trade route with him? He shouldn’t care, you’re just another woman he’s met on his travels. A beautiful woman, who can fend for herself as well as he can. “Jesus!” He cursed as you ran over a rock and the wagon shuttered and jumped as if it was about to fall apart.

You gave him a sheepish smile, “sorry.”

His gaze remained on you as you turned your attention back to the road. A beautiful, rough living woman- who can’t drive a wagon to save her life. The ride to your camp wasn’t long- set up in Scarlet Meadows just between Rhodes and Saint Denis.

“It ain’t much,” You said as you climbed down the side of the wagon. “But its home. Can’t keep too much, we move camps every couple days.”

Arthur was impressed- what did you mean ain’t much? For two people the campsite was huge and flourishing! “Yall are really movin’ all this every couple days?”

“Ol’ Cripps is usually the one who does all the movin’. But I didn’t bring ya here to discuss living arrangements.” You took a seat beside the fire and beckoned for Arthur to join. As you talked you skinned the rabbits you had killed that morning. “I brought ya here to discuss business. Ol’ Cripps is out of tannin’ supplies and I need to go grab some more before nightfall. Usually it’s more than easy enough for just one man on the job. But I’ve acquired a bothersome business rival.” You paused to cut a piece of meat from the rabbit carcass and cook it over the fire. “He’s costin’ me some real money. I’ve had Cripps move us every day and he still finds us. Haven’t been able to get Cripps supplies ina coupla weeks now.”

Arthur raised his brow, “One man is givin’ you this much trouble?”

Your lip curled in disgust. “He’s got an...annoying specialty.”

Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “What kinda speciality?”

“You’ll see.” You handed him a piece of cooked meat and picked up the skins. You gave him a quick nod to follow. “Cripps!” You shouted. The man looked up from his butcher’s table.

Arthur felt relief when he saw the older man look up from his table. The man looked at least Uncle’s age and when you slapped the rabbit skins down, the exchange of smart ass comments and passive aggressive insults eased his looming jealousy. Arthur wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, he watched the way your face contorted and twisted to show every emotion and the fierce fire behind your eyes. Stubborn, hot headed, and ready to beat the every living hell out of a man- he liked that. He straightened his back when you turned back to him.

“You comin’?” You asked as you passed him, walking in the direction of the hitching posts.

“Awright I’m comin’. We not takin’ your wagon?”

“Naw, well take the horses this time. In case that bastard comes after us again I ain’t losin’ a whole carts worth of supplies- that would send me into bankruptcy!” You fed Garbanzo a carrot before mounting him and Arthur mounted his steed as well.

“Let’s ride!” You shouted, and your horse shot out like a bullet.

Arthur rose beside you easily. Your horse cast a shadow over his, but his girl was built for speed, not power. “Where we headed?”

“We’ll pick up the supplies from the general store in Rhodes. I want to try and stay off the trails as much as possible, let’s turn off here.”

Arthur clicked his tongue and the two of you cut off into the trees. The pace slowed slightly as to not run into trees.

“Keep on the lookout for a rider with an all black Arabian, he usually keeps a bandana over his face.” You called to Arthur. “And keep your gun on hand at all times, he has a nasty habit a comin’ outta no where.”

Arthur nodded and pulled his new guns from their holsters- two brand new semi auto pistols.

You eyed them and nodded, “those new? I ain’t seen you packin’ anything like that.”

He nodded and smiled smugly. “Ain’t even used ‘em yet.”

You returned his sinister smile as you pulled your golden Mausers from your side and nodded. “Well maybe today will be yer day.”

Arthur kept a watchful eye as the pair rode through Scarlet Meadows. Carefully scanning every cliff, rock, nook, or cranny that could hide the potential bandit. As you passed the red barn and Rhodes came into view, Arthur relaxed. “Looks like your friend may not show his face today.”

You shook your head. “He’s not tryin’ to kill us, he’s tryin’ to get our supplies. He ain’t gonna try to touch us til after we leave.”

Arthur nodded. Your adrenaline began pumping as you entered the town- the streets were damn near barren but that’s nothing new for this dusty little town. It still made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. As you loaded the supplies on the horses, Arthur kept a watchful eye on the surroundings. You had to admit, it was nice to have company on the ride and the additional set of eyes was helpful as well.

As quickly as the two of you entered town, you were now booking it back in the direction of camp. Your hands were sweating around the grip of your pistols now. If you lost this round of supplies Cripps would be out completely and you had already lost two different suppliers for “being irresponsible with product.” You worried this little cash cow you had made for yourself was going to run dry. You kept your eyes forward and cleared your mind- you had to be ready.

Arthur’s eyes scanned the cliffs around him- his eyes narrowed as he spotted a lone rider. His eyes couldn’t distinguish much, but as the rider turned and began barreling down towards them, he was certain the horse was black as night. “Rider on the cliff, headed our way!”

“That’s him alright, let’s kill this bastard.”

Arthur pulled his rifle from his back and lined up the scope. His breathing evened and as he focused, time crawled in front of him- this was his specialty. But time around this man did not stop, he was still barreling fullspeed ahead and no matter how hard he tried Arthur couldn’t line up his shot. “What the hell?”

“It’s his specialty, I can’t get a shot on him either, the Slippery Bastard.” You said between gritted teeth. You had been hoping it was just you, but this guy, this slippery bastard couldn’t be aimed at and he was speeding closer and closer to you.

“What the hell are we supposed to do if we can’t get a shot on this guy?” Arthur yelled.

“I don’t know!” You cried.

The slippery bastard barreled down and blew passed, you unloaded your mausers and couldn’t get a single shot. “Shit!”

Arthur had an idea. “Fletcher, lead him up that hill there!”

You nodded, pushing your spurs into Garbanzo you pushed him up and the bastard followed. Bullets whizzed by and you cursed, he never resorted to guns until now. Just as you rode up the top of the hill a bullet hit Garbanzo and he buckled and whinnied in agony. “Banzo!” You cried.

Hot tears welled in your eyes, you grabbed your shotgun from your back and pushed back the tears. You would make this bastard pay for what he’s done. As he shot up the hill, you fired wildly, just one shot of slug would be enough to debilitate him at least if you could just land one single shot! He circled you once, aiming his rifle down at you. When he stopped, you pulled the trigger. The empty clicking of the shotgun made your blood turn cold, out of bullets. Everything seemed to slow as he raised his rifle to you, you didn’t have time to reload or draw your pistols, he was right in front of you and you couldn’t land a damn shot.

Arthur came out of no where, jumping from his speeding horse to tackle the man down from his own horse. The bastard’s shot was knocked high in the air and it shook you to the core.

Arthur hogtied the man easily, outmatching him in strength ten fold. “Awright,” Arthur said proudly as he lifted himself off the man. “Got yer man, what do we do with him?”

After no response, Arthur turned in your direction and his heart dropped. You were on the ground beside Garbanzo, no longer moving. He approached you slowly now, his voice soft. “Fletcher? You okay?”

You sniffled and wiped the tears from your cheeks as you stood. “Yeah,” Your voice broke. “Just tellin’ him bye. He was such a good horse.” Your voice broke again on the last syllable and Arthur moved closer now. He wrapped his arms around you, at first hesitant to how you would react. When you slumped into his arms and wrapped yours around his waist he tightened his grip and buried his face in your hair. This moment was not a long one, but in that moment the world seemed to stop around the two of you and neither of you wanted to pull apart. You were the first to loosen your grip and sighed shakily. When Arthur released you he spoke, “what do you want to do about this guy?”

You remained quiet as you grabbed the reins of his black Arabian. You said no words as you led the horse to its master. Your eyes were cold as you stared him in the face and put a bullet in the head of his horse. The man screamed and cursed as his horse crumpled, his words were muffled by the gag Arthur had placed on him. He was silenced as you placed a bullet between his eyes. Arthur stared in disbelief as you sniffled and wiped your nose a final time before looting the dead body in front of you. You cleared your throat. “Give me a ride back to camp?”

Arthur nodded and didn’t say a word. It was easy to forget this beautiful woman who couldn’t drive a wagon to save her life had almost as high a bounty as him. How many people had she killed? As many as him? More?

You broke the silence. “You mad at me?”

“For what?”

You rolled your eyes. “Killin’ that man and his horse.”

He shrugged. “I done worse.”

You laughed breathlessly. “I’m sure you have.”

By the time the two of you arrived back at camp, the sun had fallen and the night sky was twinkling with stars. Cripps greeted you sarcastically. “The mighty heroes return. Hey, where’s that big horse a yers?”

“Dead.” You threw the bag of supplies at Cripp’s feet. “But we killed that bastard that’s been givin’ us trouble.”

Cripps felt heat rush to his cheeks in embarrassment “oh.”

You sighed, “I need a drink, how bout you Mr. Morgan?”

He scratched his chin, “I dunno, my camp is a good little ride from here-“

You tossed him a bottle of whiskey and he caught it. “I got a spare bedroll, you can stay here tonight.” You opened a bottle of whiskey and drank deeply while staring into the fire. “It would be nice to have a friend to drink with tonight.”

Arthur looked down at the bottle of whiskey and then to you. For the first time, you didn’t look like an outlaw, or a beautiful woman, or a hunter, or a threat. In that moment, you looked tired. You looked like a woman mourning the death of her closest friend- Arthur could relate. He opened the bottle of whiskey as he sat down beside you. “Ya know, I had a horse not too long ago- her name was Boadicea. Gorgeous, fast, most loyal horse I ever had. She got shot in the gun fight when we was fleein’ Blackwater. I think I broke a rib or two in the fall but that didn’t stop me from yankin’ the feller who shot her down from his horse and beatin’ him to death.” He sighed. “They ain’t just animals. They’re smart, Hell I think most of em are smarter than us.” He chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m real sorry bout your horse.”

You gave him a sad smile and leaned into his hand. “S’okay. I reckon I’ll have to ride to the stable tomorrow and pick out a new one.” You scoffed. “The idea of pickin’ out a new horse while grieving is almost insultin’ but it ain’t like I got a choice.” You paused. “I saw your wanted poster when I was down there not long back, what did you do?”

He groaned. “It weren’t even me who did it!” He sighed. “Don’t matter. I don’t think I’ll ever make it back west. Dutch is talkin’ crazy, bout leavin’ the country? I want to believe him but...”

“But that don’t sound like a good plan.”

He chuckled, though he didn’t find any humor in it. He lifted the bottle to his mouth and tipped it towards the sky. “I just want to go home. This land ain’t my home and never will be. The air here is too humid, too much-“

“Civilization?”

He met your eyes and felt like he was looking at a reflection of himself. “Yeah,” he breathed.

You smiled, “I miss it too. I go back when I can, but Cripps says the eastern territories are better for robbin’ and tradin’. I guess he’s right bout that, but it feels like them damn bounty hunters are movin’ in closer and closer.” You took a long gulp of whiskey and it made your stomach hot. “I miss bein’ free.”

“Amen to that.” Arthur raised his whiskey in a cheers and you clinked your bottle against his.

You belched after taking a deep drink of whiskey. “Why don’t we just go back?”

“S’cuse me?”

“Me n you. Cripps could find a new business partner, your gang can go to to whatever country they want. Me n you can sneak back across the West Elizabeth border. We can go anywhere ya like, Hell we could even cross the border to Mexico.” The alcohol had debilitated your thought filter and you felt your cheeks turn hot.

He exhaled a deep breath. “Fletcher that’s...”

“Forget I said anything.” You stammered. “I know it was a stupid idea.” You chuckled nervously, “guess the whiskey is hittin’ me faster than I thought.”

He sighed, “it don’t sound stupid at all, it actually sounds great.” He paused. “But we got people to take care of.” He looked at you with a smile. “It’s a nice dream though, Herbert.”

You choked and spewed out your whiskey, earning a hearty laugh from Arthur. You stared at him in disbelief. “Wha- how did you-?”

Arthur tried to contain his laughter as he pulled a parcel from his satchel and handed it to you. When you opened it, it revealed your wanted poster- and not one with your alias. You tossed it into the fire and crossed your arms.

Arthur wiped the tear from his eye and sighed, “Herbert Fitzgerald, huh?”

“Shut up.” You said in annoyance.

“What the hell kinda name is that for a woman?” He snickered.

“A family name goddamn it! And a name you ain’t ever gonna call me.” You snapped.

Arthur was not intimidated by your lash out in the slightest. “Why? I think it’s a lovely name.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I cain’t believe you found that. Where the hell was it?”

“Riggs Station I believe, buried under bout ten bounty posters.” He took a sip of whiskey. “That’s quite a price you got on yer head, girl.”

“Ya know, I bet my head alone could pay off yer bounty. Why don’t ya try’n turn me in?” You tipped your bottle to the sky and finished off the last drops. “Catch up, Mr. Morgan.”

He followed suit and tossed his now empty bottle. His eyes trailed you as you got up to grab two new bottles. “I don’t foresee it bein’ that easy.”

You gave him a mischievous smile as you leaned down to hand him a new bottle. “I didn’t say I’d let ya, I said you could try.”

Arthur’s eyes were hooked on the way your lips curved around the syllables, your face only inches from his. There was a moment of electricity in the air and suddenly his throat was dry and his mind was not working to form words.

His face was illuminated by the firelight and it made him look almost angelic. His lips looked so soft and supple, his stubble around his cheeks defining his square jawline. You caught his eyes flicker to your lips and the heat swelled behind your cheeks. Your heard was pounding in your chest and all you could think to do was hide. You cleared your throat and sat back down, a good distance between the two of you. With your head spinning from the alcohol you were finding it harder to keep control of your own emotions.

The silence between you felt horribly awkward and heavy to Arthur. Had you noticed his blatant staring? He was certain you couldn’t see how his chest clinched at your close proximity. He felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was thankful when you finally broke the silence.

“Don’t you dare tell Sadie you know my name. She’d kill us both.”

When he braved to look at you, you were smiling kindly to him. A glimmer in your eye he wasn’t quite sure he had ever seen. He just shook his head, “that woman scares the hell outta me. She’s a fighter that one is.”

You nodded. “She’s given me strength more times than I can count.” You looked up at the sky and sighed. “I oughtta be travelin’ with the herds, ya know. That’s how the best traders do it. But I caint bring myself to distance myself from Sadie.” You paused, quite drunk. “I think I quite enjoy your company as well Mr. Morgan.”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. He wasn’t a confident man, but he was quite certain that there was a hint of flirtatiousness behind your eyes. The liquor didn’t hinder his boldness either. He scooted closer and smirked, “well, I think I’m takin’ to your company too.”

Your head was swimming, he was close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from him. The voice in the back of your head wasn’t screaming to stop now, so you didn’t. You leaned your head against his shoulder, he responded by resting his head on yours.

He held his breath as he slowly inched his fingers closer to yours. When they touched, he felt your body jump slightly and he held his breath. When you didn’t shy away from his touch, his fingers entwined with yours. He let out his breath when you squeezed his hand. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. The whiskey was the force pushing him, forcing him to swallow his fears of rejection and reminding him how lonely he’s been over the years. Just the sensation of another hand around his had him feeling light headed. He looked down at you and you were looking up at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and inched his head down slowly.

You were caught in the moment, everything felt floaty and for the first time in god knows how long, you felt a genuine romantic connection with someone. He was moving closer now, and you moved too, you knew you wanted it. But as his eyes closed and his lips were within inches of yours, the voice was back, screaming st you to stop this foolishness. It was loud as a train whistle and you pulled back so fast you almost lost your balance. Guilt bled it’s way through you as you watched him open his eyes, only briefly did his eyes betray his emotions and they were crystal clear: confusion, hurt. He looked at you and you couldn’t meet his gaze. “I-we should uh...it’s gettin’ late.” You mumbled as you stood.

“Oh...okay.” He cleared his throat. “You’re right. You got that spare bedroll?”

“Oh! Ah, yes.” You dug around your tent and grabbed it. When you handed it to him, he grumbled a thanks but didn’t look you in the eye. “Goodnight, Arthur.” You said softly as you turned towards your tent.

“Night.” He called as he unrolled the bedroll beside the fire.

Neither of you slept well that night. You tossed and turned in shame and regret. Why did you pull away like that? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone? But you knew you had to push him away, like everyone else. He was too good for you and the thought of something bad happening to him made your chest seize in pain. You were doing both of you a favor, or at least that’s what you told yourself. But if that were true, why did you have such a strong urge to go to him, desperately longing to feel his lips against yours?

Arthur lied awake, his own demons tearing him apart from the inside. How could he be so stupid? He swore to a life of celibacy long ago, knowing he lived a life too dangerous for a family. He had hoped it would be different with you- a woman made from the same cloth as him- but he was wrong. What a fool he was, believing a woman of such high caliber would even be interested in a raggedy old wretch such as himself. He knew better than to act on his emotions, for the sting of rejection never gets better. His mind replayed the image of you jerking back over and over again, tormenting him and reminding him of just how big a fool he was.

When you awoke the next morning, your head was pounding. You stumbled from your tent and groaned as the morning sun drove its rays through your skull. “Christ,” you groaned.

Memories from the night before lazily trickled back to your mind, hazy with the fog of inebriation. You were stretching your back when the memory of Arthur’s attempted kiss came back and it shook you to the core, stiffening you where you stood. Your eyes scanned the camp, he was no where to be found. In his place was a neatly rolled bedroll and a small piece of paper.

Fletcher,

I appreciate your hospitality in allowing me to stay at your camp. Know the favor will always be in return if you need it. If anyone gives you trouble again, don’t hesitate to write and I can lend a hand- or atleast drive the wagon. I look forward to our next meeting.

Yours, Arthur

You wondered if he remembered the kiss, his note seemed to remain in the same casual yet friendly tone as all of his letters. You hoped he was too drunk to remember, the memory lost in the haze of drunken stupor. The look of pain in his eyes in your memory caused your stomach to twist. Before you could get a rein on your thoughts, you imagined how those plump lips would’ve felt on yours. Butterflies rose from your stomach and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t push the feeling of regret from your gut. You tried to tell yourself you did the right thing, but you never considered yourself a very good liar.

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moving the content of my Discourse™ post here under a cut bc discourse never induces happy feelings and i’d like to put it away bc i think at this point we can end the conversation

(standard text is me, block text is @deviantdragons, relevant tags are in brackets)

Okay I go out of my way to avoid The Discourse™ but like. I need to know. What about Sazed and Taako’s relationship was abusive? Hear me out. As far as I’m aware, abuse is characterized by one person using tactics of manipulation such as gaslighting, threats of force, fear, guilt, etc, to maintain control over the other person. Isn’t that the main thing? Abuse is about power imbalance?

Like, I know Sazed’s actions are the direct cause of Taako’s current trauma, I understand that. But I don’t think that’s grounds for calling his behavior abusive. Sazed didn’t play on that event to influence Taako in any way. He didn’t hint about it beforehand. In fact, he left Taako immediately afterwards. I’m not saying he was a good person or his actions were justified, only that he acts more like a standard-fare villain than an abuser.

Cowardly, deceptive, and murderous? Absolutely. But abusive? I don’t know. Thoughts, anyone?

[ #and i know ppl like to project on taako#and thus might relate his backstory w sazed to their own abuse#and thats absolutely fine#but its kind of alarming to me to see this one character#who we got about 3 minutes of description of#treated like literal satan#like who the fuck knows??#he could show up in the finale as like an avenging angel and save the mcfucking day#and yall will have already had this 'if u think sazed is redeemable ur an abuse apologist' clusterfuck going on for 6 months#we! dont! know! him!#we have no details on his relationship with taako!#we just know he framed taako for a murder!#and frankly thats not the worst thing ppl on this show have done!]

@deviantdragons said, “…………… he tried to murder taako for saying “no” and then blamed taako for mass murder.”

Okay but what part of that is abuse? Didn’t THB murder Barbara and the rest of the Hammerhead Gang for saying “no” in Petals to the Metal? Or do the ends justify the means? I’m not saying framing someone for mass murder is okay; it’s criminal and evil and a horrible horrible thing to do but I’m really not seeing abuse here.

if an action you take against your friend/partner is “evil and horrible” then it most likely falls under the realm of abuse, yes.

So does the difference between standard-fare villainy and abuse lie in the relationship to the victim? If Sazed had been, say, a fan who wanted to join the show, Taako said no, and Sazed framed him for mass murder in revenge, would it have been abuse? The effect on Taako would have been the same regardless: Taako would have thought he was at fault, would have stopped cooking, and would have gone into hiding. Or does it only count as such because it was a betrayal?

[ #I'm Just Tryin To Understand#it would be much easier if there was a universally agreed-upon definition of abuse#but i understand that people's experiences don't often fit under one criterion#nevertheless i dont think 'abuse' is a catchall term for 'acts of violence perpetuated against one with whom you are familiar'#if my best friend decided one day to beat me up and then skip town for milwaukee and never speak to me again#i wouldn't call it abuse#ya feel?#assault and battery; betrayal; a gross and unexpected thing to do; yes]

okay so like

you’re asking “what’s the diff between villain & abuser?” and the answer is: one is a vague term w/ many different meanings, mostly interchangeable w/ “antagonist”, and the other is a purposefully broad term to describe acts of cruelty. lots of ‘villains’ are abusive.

All right, I can see that. I guess I just always had the idea that abuse was the stuff you learn about in safe environment classes at school: you know, divvied up into verbal, physical, sexual, and neglect, most often perpetuated by relatives, figures of authority, and significant others, et cetera. Specifically the word “abuser” just has a very different connotation in my mind than someone who fits the Google definition of abuse, which could be anyone from like a school shooter to a bully to someone who graffitis hate speech onto a wall.

[ #am i the only one who thinks that way?#idk just the connotations of abuse are much more heavy than this definition indicates]

alternate replies to the post that i didn’t respond to but whose points of view i nevertheless appreciate:

where-are-the-owl-s said: honestly it’s more that when people ship them in a romantic relationship it’s abusive not so much the canon relationship they had (although like…….he did try to kill Taako and then made him feel guilty for something he didn’t do so)

shameparade answered: Totally agree. Honestly, there is so little canon for Sazed it’s hard to say anything about him besides “sure did kill a whole town.” He and Taako seemed to have a crap professional relationship but anything beyond that is pure conjecture.

#ik deleting posts like this is sketchy and if i said something fucked up i want to maintain accountability #but the multiple long posts are harshing my vibe #so here's a compromise #discourse /#sazed /#abuse /#glad this didnt go into the realm of accusations n callout posts n stuff

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