#dutch and hosea

[dawg-dyke]

Dutch always calling Arthur son and then how he left him for death just kills me. Go get him. Hosea wouldn’t have stood for that. He saw you as a father and you left him to die.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #Dutch and Hosea #Dutch and Arthur #“I gave you all I had..” #God.

[slicedmayonnaise]

hosea tried the orange peel theory on dutch

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #red dead fandom #red dead redemption community #rdr #red dead redemption two #red dead #red dead 2 #rdr 2 #dutch and hosea #hosea x dutch #hosea matthews #dutch vanderlinde #dutch van der linde #vandermatthews

[mamahex]

I wonder if there was any point in their lives together that Hosea wanted nothing more than to leave "the life" with Dutch, as he had tried to do with Bessie. Perhaps not when they were young and freshly in love and living off pure adrenalin, stolen money and big dreams, but later, when Arthur came, or later than that, when John was young and Bessie had passed and he was older, tired and jaded. But he watched the family grow and shift into a gang, and he watched Dutch want more and more and his sons become less son, more henchmen, and his dream of a little cabin hidden in the mountains, hidden with his love, grow more and more distant. I can imagine, by the end, after Blackwater, after losing people, after watching Dutch falling further into madness, that he hoped that that one last, big job, would be enough to keep his family safe, that that would be enough to pull Dutch back from the precipice he was leaning over and they could finally leave the gang, leave The Life, and slip away to live peacefully together, grow old together, once their boys were safe. Perhaps that was the reason he planned the bank heist - in desperation, in panic, in hope that he could end the madness and live out the rest of his day's in that cabin in the mountains, hidden away with Dutch. Maybe that was his plan, when he took the risk that would be everyone's undoing. One last job...

#vandermatthews #dutch and hosea #hosea matthews #thoughts #sad thoughts #red dead redemption 2

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

Dutch: Woooow since when did you became so toxic Hosea? Smh, you're such a hater.

Hosea: ... I just said we shouldnt rob the biggest bank in Saint Denis-

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #red dead redemption #red dead redemption memes #rdr2 dutch #red dead redemption fandom #red dead redemption two #rdr2 dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde #van der linde gang #dutch van der linde gang #van der linde #rdr2 hosea #rdr2 hosea matthews #hosea #hosea matthews #hosea and dutch #dutch and hosea #dutch x hosea

[itsmflexx]

apologies to all my pentiment followers, hope some rdr can be appreciated too! hosea and dutch piece i made a couple months ago

#rdr #rdr2 #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #art #my art #dutch and hosea #hosea and dutch #love me old lovers suffering #i could talk abt them forever #rdr2 spoilers #not visible but there's an hidden deer and cross in the background 👍

[ectoterrors]

Anyone else ever stay up thinking about those two gay cowboys that kiss each other and start a family together

I do

I love those gay cowboys..

#gay cowboy #rdr2 #dutch and hosea #i want what they have #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews

[mandalorian-loving-mandalorian]

the first google suggestion for “dutch and hosea” is “dutch and hosea gay” i am so proud of this community

#rdr2 #vandermatthews #mando.txt #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #hosea mathews #dutch van der linde #rdr2 meme #rdr2 dutch #rdr2 hosea #dutch x hosea #dutch and hosea #dutch/hosea

[drizzledrawings]

Did you know that Arthur morgan was once a kid? Cause it eats me up everyday!

#ourthur #rdr2 #arthur morgan #hosea matthews #the curious couple and their unruly son #dutch van der linde #read dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanart #rdr2 fanart

[abovesn4kes]

Rdr2 but make them little animals?!??

posting more of this soon ！

#rdr2 #red dead redemption #dutch van der linde #john marston #arthur morgan #rdr #micah bell #Charles smith #hosea matthews #simon pearson #animal au #anthro #holy shit sorry about the quality drop

[gabelish]

Recently learned that the color of the vest and tie Arthur wears during the Saint Denis ferry gambling mission changes depending on if you have high or low honor (blue for high and red for low) so now i am obsessed with the idea that the prominence of the colors red and blue on certain gang member’s outfit also reflects their honor level.

Whittemore variants versus Arthur’s default outfit, which doesn’t have a scrap of red on it, however no matter what his blue shirt is always fucking dirty and stained. And remember the gang criticizes you if you have blood all over you.

Hosea wears the blue vest (sometimes brown) but he generally has his red neckerchief on, but he also owns a red and black scarf. Mostly good but a little bit of bad.

Red is prominently featured on Micah. His entire shirt is red and he’s usually wearing his jacket like he’s disguising his nature. Even the the grips on his guns have red. And when you rescue him from Strawberry he does not have his coat.

Dutch is the most interesting to me. He has the checkered red scarf which he rarely wears and the red pocket square over his heart. Only the back of his vest is red, like he’s in denial about it, or that it’s only possible to see who he is when he isn’t facing you and putting on a show. Meanwhile on guarma his vest is suddenly reversed!

EDIT: addition

When Hosea is killed he is wearing a completely different outfit with a blue vest and absolutely no red, and both Milton and Dutch are covered in red!

#rdr2 #I feel insane I’m sorry #hosea matthews #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #micah bell

[hihomeghere]

Yeehaw

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #red dead #red dead redemption #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #javier escuella #john marston #abigail roberts #abigail marston #karen jones #molly o’shea #vandermatthews #jovier #hihomeghere

[elesketchii]

vdl gang family sitcom is real TO ME!!

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 fanart #rdr #rdr2 #rdr2 fanart #arthur morgan #john marston #tilly jackson #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #susan grimshaw #vandermatthews #van der linde gang #my art #digital art #fanart #art dump

[slicedmayonnaise]

new chapter of of welcome to escuella's is out!

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #red dead fandom #red dead redemption community #rdr #red dead redemption two #red dead #red dead 2 #john marston #javier escuella #jovier #charles smith #arthur morgan #charthur #hosea matthews #dutch and hosea #hosea x dutch #dutch vanderlinde #dutch van der linde #dutch x hosea #vandermatthews #welcome to escuella's #fanfiction #fanfic

[mamahex]

(Just a bit of Vandermatthews fluff, no actual storyline)

That Beautiful Devil

Dutch was sleeping in the blankets beside me, a lance of sun touching his face, splitting through the tent flap and carrying sparkling dust motes that spun like crushed glass. It lit up his face like a warm caress. His hair was shining, in the light, blue black and curling, at the ends. A stray strand had fallen over his forehead, and I couldn’t help but gently stroke it back behind his ear.

He stirred, briefly, beneath my hand, moaned in his sleep.

“Shhhh…”

I watched his face relax beneath my fingers. I ran my fingertips over his brows, his cheek, his jaw, and simply marvelled that a creature as beautiful as this could possibly be mine.

Stubble darkened his cheeks, and I let my fingers linger there, to rub through the rough. My fingernails crackled. I simply peered down at him as he slept, at the smooth skin, the lack of lines around his young eyes. His youth really struck me then…and how lucky I was that I was allowed to be with someone so young, so utterly beautiful, when I was old, worn and…less.

His full lips were parted, relaxed in sleep, and I could feel his warm breath touching me. I breathed him in, as I watched him, I breathed in his breath and held it inside me; as if I could somehow hold him within me and never let him go.

I leaned in closer, and, as gently as I could, I kissed him. I kissed his thick bottom lip, so gently I barely felt it.

He stirred, again, and closed his mouth, his brows creasing.

I couldn’t help but smile, and I bent again to kiss his furrowed brow, to smooth it.

“Hosea…” he murmured, and his warm hand gently touched my back.

“Sorry,” I said, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

Dutch smiled too, but he didn’t open his eyes. He let his hand slide down my naked back to fall back onto the blanket. “Go back to sleep,” he said, and his voice was thick with sleep, deep and soft.

“I don’t want to miss this,” I said, and again, my fingertips went to caress his face. His eyes flickered open then, and he peered at me, squinting as the shaft of sunlight touched him.

“What am I missing?” he asked.

I chuckled and ran my hand through his hair. “Nothing…I just don’t want to…not be looking at you…”

I watched his face smooth into a smile, and felt my stomach lurch as his cheeks began to glow pink.

“You old romantic…”

I grinned at him stupidly and felt my own face burn. “It’s not my fault that god made you so utterly, breathtakingly beautiful, Dutch Van Der Linde…”

Dutch closed his eyes and sighed, through his nose. “You’re making me blush,” he said, then, faster than I was expecting, hooked his leg over my back and flipped us both, pushing me onto my back and laying on top of me. His naked body was pressed flush against mine, and I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the moist of sweat and the mess we had made in the night and hadn’t wiped away fully, touching my skin.

“Dutch…” I chided.

“What?” he asked, leaning down to kiss me. It was a slow, deep kiss; his lips were hot and soft and I could taste his sour morning breath, but I didn’t care. It began as gentle kisses, to part, then to lean in again, then again, until we simply didn’t pull apart. Gently, he parted my lips with his tongue and touched mine.

I loved the sounds of our kisses, of our lips working each other’s…such a strange and foreign sound to me. And with the morning birdsong and the gentle breeze touching the trees, the music of our kiss was blissful, was magical.

Dutch pulled away from me, to peer down at me. His black eyes swiftly reached inside of me, striding straight past the walls he had battered down, to rest at the core. “I love you…” he said, and his voice was small, then, tentative, afraid.

I felt my heart lurch. “I love you too,” I said, and my voice came out strange, pushed up through the salty ball that had appeared in my throat.

I reached up and kissed him again, pulled him back down with me, my hand combing through his hair to hold him to me. And a kind of desperation gripped me as I kissed him, as I held him to me. I wrapped my other arm around him and pressed his body onto my own, suddenly and utterly terrified to let him go.

He must have sensed the change in me, for he pulled his lips from mine and looked down at me, his hand going to my hair, my face, to stroke and soothe me.

“Ok?” he asked me.

“No…” The sudden panic gripped me, then, and I reached up to clutch him to me, tightly.

“Hey, hey…what’s wrong?” he asked. I felt him kiss my forehead and hold me, and the feeling surged through me, fierce and terrifying and sudden…it was hot and terrible and far too huge to contain. I felt tears begin to gather, my heart begin to beat me.

“I…I just…love you…” I tried, but my words were simply too small to show him the giant waves that were beginning to crash over and drown me then. “I…please…just don’t leave me alone…please…” I found my arms crushing him against me as panic smothered me.

“Stop…” Dutch spoke gently, and pulled himself from my needy grasp. Gently, he moved himself to lay beside me and pulled me around so we were facing each other. He put his arms back around me and cuddled me against him. He kissed my forehead, my cheek, the bridge of my nose. “I ain’t ever leaving you old girl…shhh, you’re ok…its ok…”

I held onto him, and slowly, slowly, the panic began to ease.

Between forehead kisses, Dutch spoke so gently to me. “I love you too Hosea…I’ve got you…you’re mine…you’re safe…”

I felt myself melting into his arms and I wrapped my arms about him, my legs through his legs. Our hot and naked bodies were pressed so tightly together that we could almost have been one creature, there, one person, one soul.

I caught his face and pressed my lips against his, and Dutch leaned in and kissed me back. The world seemed to melt away to silence, then, to nothingness. All that was there in my world was Him…his lips, so soft and full, sliding against my own, his tongue so gently caressing and playing against mine. His stubble touched me, sending shivers of arousal to run up and down my body. I could feel him breathing through his nose, the sounds of his breaths getting louder as our kisses began to grow more fierce.

When we finally did pull apart, Dutch immediately bent to kiss my face again. He rubbed his nose against mine, gently, before meeting our lips together once more.

He kissed me deeply, slowly…it was a much different kiss than the hungry and frantic kisses we exchanged when we fucked…this was soft, hot, slow…this kiss was love, was safety, was a promise of Forever…

“Look at you…” he said, as he peered at me between kisses.

“What about me?” I asked.

Dutch smiled, his face flushed, sweaty and utterly glorious. “You are so…beautiful…”

I snorted a laugh. “Funny…”

“You are…you really have no idea how handsome you are, do you?”

“This is rich, coming from someone who looks like he’s just…clawed his way up from hell…”

Dutch huffed a laugh, fragrant and hot against my face. “Ain’t that supposed to be, ‘you just fell from heaven’?”

I grinned at him and swept the hair back that had fallen over his face. “No…not you…you’re no angel Dutch. You’re some beautiful fucking devil thats come to corrupt and save me…”

Dutch laughed, his voice deep and rumbling against my body.

“You’re not altogether sane, are you Old Girl?”

I grinned at him and stroked his face. “Not since I met you…”

Dutch grinned wickedly at me. “Well we can be crazy together then."

He leaned over to kiss me again, slow, sensual, loud and wet and perfect.

I could feel him growing hard against me, and I smiled into his mouth. “You just can’t help it, can you?”

Dutch smirked at me, his face utterly evil and sexual and wonderful. And he was mine…that beautiful devil was mine. And I’d never let him go.

#red dead redemption fanfiction #dutch van der linde #ao3fic #ao3 #vandermatthews #dutch and hosea #hosea matthews #I managed to write something without sex in it! #fluffy cringefest

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

Dutch, saving Hosea from a failed robbery

Hosea: You came back for me.

Dutch: I protect my investments.

Hosea: I'm glad I'm bleeding all over your shirt.

#anyways #soc and rdr2 #beautiful combo #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption memes #red dead redemption #six of crows #soc #rdr2 dutch #rdr2 dutch van der linde #van der linde gang #dutch #dutch van der linde #rdr2 hosea #hosea #hosea matthews #hosea and dutch #dutch and hosea

[1ndigoaway]

#rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption memes #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #john marston #hosea matthews