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korvis-world · 2 years

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How would the fellers react to overhearing their s/o talk about them to other camp members. I just know I would be gushing about them

Arthur

Arthur passes through camp with a hay bale over his shoulder, bringing it over to the horses when he hears his name. Stopping in his tracks, Arthur listens intently and soon realizes you’re talking to Mary-Beth about him.

He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but he could feel a wave of anxiety wash over him as soon as he comprehends it’s you talking about him and Arthur slyly listens in. Panic fills him as Arthur assumes you’re complaining about him but the more he listens the more he understands you’re actually gushing over him.

Arthur can’t even begin to describe how loved he feels hearing how happy you are with him. His chest gets heavily and his cheeks become warm. He carries on with his task and afterwards when he notices you’re finished talking to Mary-Beth, he makes his way over to you and captures your lips in a kiss, mumbling that he’s a very lucky man to be with you.

Charles

Charles is busy tending to the horses when he overhears you. It takes him a while to register that you’re talking about him, feeling somewhat surprised at how much you are gushing and swooning over him. Charles knows you care about him but to hear you saying it to someone else is a honor to him.

He doesn’t stay there for too long, hastily moving away so you don’t think he’s purposely eavesdropping. Charles can’t stop smiling for the rest of the day, repeating your words of praise over and over in his head.

That evening, Charles comes clean and tells you he accidentally overheard some of your conversation. He’s relieved to see you’re not mad and tells you how much he loves and appreciates you too.

Dutch

Dutch knows exactly what he’s doing. Of course he’ll say he “accidentally” overheard you but Dutch has planned this out. He loves you and trusts you undoubtedly but he still wants to be absolutely certain you’re happy with him.

He listens in for about 5 minutes, analysing every word you say. If you allude to wanting to go anywhere or try anything then Dutch makes a quick note of it in his head, making sure to surprise you with it later in the week.

Dutch does eventually reveal that he’s there, acting as though he’s just strolling by when he hears his name. “Are my ears burning?” He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist as he gives you a knowing look.

Micah

Micah usually lurks around the outskirts of camp so it’s easy to not notice him leaning against a tree or wandering around by the wagons. When he hears you talking about him, he can feel his heart thumping in his chest, presuming you’re obviously talking about him cause you’re planning to break up with him.

Micah tends to jump straight to the worst case scenario so he’s preparing himself to fight with the other gang members, thinking they must be trying to convince you Micah’s not worth your time. But then he hears more.

Honestly Micah feels a little stupid for presuming the worse. A goofy smile forms on his face as he listens to you talk about him. As tempted as he is to reveal he’s there, he does like you enough not to embarrass you or fluster you in front of whoever you’re talking to. Instead he waits until you’re both alone, teasing you about it then. Yep, Micah won’t let this go for a longggggg time

John

Whenever John accidentally overhears people talking about him, 99% of the time they’re complaining about him. Whether they’re calling him lazy, immature, stupid or laughing cause he can’t swim, he’s kinda used to it now.

So John doesn’t hesitate, immediately butting into your conversation and ready to disagree with whatever complaint you’re making about him. “Hey my eyes ain’t dreamy, they’re brown” he interrupts.

It’s only when John hears himself does he realize you were actually complimenting him. He gets flustered, stumbling over his words as he mutters an apology and thanks you for being so kind.

Javier

Javier stops the second he hears his name. At first Javier thought that maybe you were trying to call him over, not realizing that you're talking to someone else. But before he can disclose he's there, Javier comprehends the situation at hand.

He's torn, feeling like he's invading your privacy by listening in but loving each word you're saying. Javier only stays there for a few seconds, listening closely as you finish your sentence before he starts to move again.

Javier acts as though he's just walking by now, making it obvious he’s there and so you call out to him. Once the other person has left, Javier asks if you were talking about him, kissing the side of your head. When you admit that you were but you weren't saying anything bad, Javier calls you cute, giving you a sly wink before going about his day.

Sean

Sean could feel his stomach drop when he hears you say his name. Normally when he overhears people talking about him, they're moaning about him (no, not in the good way) so he gets really nervous.

Sean knows he shouldn't listen in on your conversation but he's scared he has accidentally upset you so by listening in, Sean hopes he can make things right again.

The more he listens to you gush about him and talk about how happy he makes you, Sean can feel his heart become warm. Completely interrupting your conversation and exposing he’s been eavesdropping, Sean calls out to you and opens his arms for a hug, saying all the things he loves about you too.

Bill

Bill gets real worried real fast. His mind instantly thinks he's fucked up and the only reason you're talking about him is because he's pissed you off somehow. The colour practically drains from his face for a few moments.

He intentionally listens in, hoping that if he can learn what the issue is so then he can quickly resolve it. It takes him a few seconds to realize you're gushing about him, listing off all the little things he does to make you happy.

A small, relieved smile forms on his face and Bill walks off. He doesn't see the point in telling you he was there, if anything he's scared it might start an argument because he was 100% eavesdropping. It’s definitely the boost Bill needed and he makes sure to treat you like royalty for the rest of the night.

Trelawny

Trelawny’s behind the tents, picking some colourful flowers for you as a surprise. When he first hears your voice, he gets excited and hopes he can quickly pick a few more and give them to you now, oblivious to the words you’re saying.

When he eventually starts to pay attention to your conversation, Josiah’s jaw drops open. He knows you love him but to hear just how much you appreciate him truly makes him feel cherished.

He quickly makes you aware of his presence, saying how he didn't mean to listen in but that he does love to listen to you gush about him. Handing you the flowers, he gives you a peck on the lips and suggests you both go away for the night.

Hosea

Hosea’s brushing Silver Dollar's mane when he notices you talking to Arthur. He’s about to go over and greet you both when he hears you say his name. Without thinking, Hosea stops dead in his tracks and listens in.

Hosea is a little taken aback to hear his name, feeling a pit of worry begin in his stomach. He stands there for a few seconds, a concerned look on his face. He breaths a sigh of relief when he hears you praising him and not complaining about him.

Regaining his confidence, Hosea clears his throat and walks over. He apologises for interrupting your conversation and asks for a moment alone with you. As soon as Arthur walks off, Hosea kisses you sweetly, admitting to overhearing the lovely things you said about him.

#rdr2 boys x reader #rdr2

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korvis-world · 2 years

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drunk reader / grumpy arthur but it's funny and cute pls x

I think I did one similar to this, but I wrote another for your ask. Enjoy!

“Christ, woman,” Arthur grumbled, catching you once again. “Would you just stay still?”

You were laughing now, swaying from side to side, making his job all the more difficult. He had been trying for a few minutes now to walk you back to your shared tent, but you kept tripping on your own feet and almost dragging him down with you.

Listening to his groans and huffs of annoyance had sent you into a fit of giggles, unable to see it as anything but funny.

“Where ya takin’ me?” you slurred, clutching the front of his shirt in your hands. “I’m playin’ poker with Hosea!”

“Darlin’, you ain’t no good at poker on a good day, I don’t think you wanna be losin’ your money tonight,” he explained.

You frowned, looking up at him with a pout.

“I’m good at poker,” you whined.

Arthur shook his head, fighting off a grin.

“Whatever you say.”

“Pleeeeease can I play?”

“You can’t even stand up,” he sighed, watching you begin to fall once again. “Goddamn it, I can’t keep walkin’ you ‘round like this.”

Arthur reached down, hooking his arms around the back of your knees and hoisting you up into his arms. You squealed in surprise, wrapping your arms around him.

“C’n we go for a ride?”

“Right now? Hell, you’d fall off the damn horse,” he shook his head. “You’re goin’ to bed.”

“But it’s so pretty up there,” you whined, looking up at the stars. “Look, Arthur! Look how pretty it is.”

“I can see, darlin’,” he sighed. “Better than you can right now, anyway. I bet you’re seein’ three of me, ain’t you?”

You looked back to him with a dopey smile.

“If only I were so lucky,” you giggled, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

Arthur was stunned for a second, unable to hide the blush on his cheeks at your words and gentle kiss. When you made it to the tent, Arthur did his best to lower you down onto the cot, but you refused to let go of him. Your arms remained around his neck as he tried to pull away.

“C’mon, quit playin’,” he mumbled, hovering over you.

“If I'm goin’ to bed, you’re comin’ wit’ me,” you laughed.

“I’m not the one who finished off a bottle of whiskey,” he pointed out. “I can still walk and talk jus’ fine,”

“So can I!” you defended, pulling at him until he gave in and fit himself against you.

His warm body was pressed up against yours, his arms on either side of your head as you looked up at him with a pleased grin.

“Howdy cowboy,” you laughed, running your hands through his hair.

Arthur hummed lightly in response, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. There was something about your fingers scratching at his scalp, threading through his hair, and tickling the back of his neck that made him weaker than he’d care to admit.

“You are a nuisance, you know that?” he whispered, letting out a long sigh. “A loud, clumsy, drunken goddamn nuisance.”

You laughed again, brushing your nose against his.

“I ain’t drunk, mister.”

Arthur chuckled at that.

“Sure, you ain’t. Tell yourself that in the mornin’, sweetheart,”

You smiled up at him once more, continuing to brush your fingers through his hair before you cupped his face in your hands, running your thumb over his cheeks and his bottom lip. Arthur melted at your touch.

“I like it wh’n you call me sweetheart,” you admit, blinking up at him slowly.

Arthur blushed, once again, but didn’t bother hiding the grin on his lips. You were the only person in this whole world who got to see that specific smile on his face. The one smile he reserved for you and only you, when he was truly happy.

“Mm, well, you’re lucky I like sayin’ it, sweetheart,” he smirked.

“What do you like me callin’ you?” you asked.

Arthur shook his head, still grinning.

“Anything you like,”

“Sugar?” you asked, giggling as you pressed a kiss to his lips with each word. “Honey? Darling? Cowboy?”

Arthur’s laughter vibrated through his chest, making you feel it as well, before he gently flipped your positions. He laid back against the pillows with you on top of him, covering him as much as you could, and you nestled into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, one hand snaking up into your hair.

“My Arthur,” you sighed, closing your eyes.

“Mm, that one,” Arthur responded, knowing you were seconds off falling asleep on top of him. “I like that one.”

#arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2

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korvis-world · 2 years

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Arthur Morgan/reader, desperate sex

Here is my second fic for kinktober! The next should be up on Wdnesday <3

Arthur Morgan/fem!reader | desperate sex, dominant Arthur Mentions of death and injury, mild angst. I made the cowboy cry. Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2000

“Who goes there?” a gruff voice demanded as you rode up the trail to camp.

“It’s just me, Bill,” you called back, tipping your tattered hat.

“What the hell?!” He blinked and rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. “You’re alive?”

You grinned, opening your arms wide. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He watched dumbfounded as you rode the rest of the way up to Horseshoe Overlook. You had been gone more than a few days, and your worst fear was that the gang would have packed up and left. The job had gone terribly – so terribly you had been stranded and lost with no way back – which was a good reason for the gang to move on to somewhere where the law didn’t know their faces.

But everything was exactly the same. People milled about, scrubbing or packing or chopping. Dutch’s gramophone played on, louder than a dynamite blast and seemingly never ending.

Keep reading

#rdr2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #female reader #nsfw

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korvis-world · 3 years

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A Secret Room

Taking another brief intermission from your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this drabble for @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life because I am NOTHING if not devoted to my mutuals. Pro, beloved, I'm sorry you've been having a bad time lately, and I hope the rest of your week is kinder to you. <3 Have some tooth-rotting fluff with the 501st.

Rating: General Audiences Ships: 501st & Female!Reader (But make it cute) Words: 1.6k Warnings: None! Just Them Boys :)

You threw your tools across the room in frustration, listening to the wrench clatter against the durasteel wall before you sank down onto your ass, burying your face in your hands and trying to bite back tears of frustration. Nothing had been going right for you today.

You'd been trying (and failing) to repair General Skywalker's starfighter from where it had taken damage in the latest firefight, but the hardware was trickier than you anticipated. You thought you'd fixed it, but his coolant systems shorted out mid-siege, and his starfighter overheated in the thick of battle. The Chosen One had barely made it back onto the cruiser in one piece, and the Admiral had given you an earful for nearly letting the General die.

Not only that, but he'd shouted at you in full view of Anakin Skywalker and his men. You were embarrassed, humiliated, and not to mention wracked with guilt over almost killing your general.

So now here you were, wrestling with the hardware of his starfighter once again (despite the General's insistence that it wasn't your fault and he wasn't angry) but the damned coolant system was still giving you a hard time.

The day weighed heavily on you, and you sniffled, grinding the heel of your hand into your eye to keep from crying.

“Lights out was thirty minutes ago.” Said a voice. “It’s bad enough you’re up after hours, but adding a commotion and damage to the hangar as well? You’re in for it now.”

Captain Rex was trying to joke, but it didn’t quite land, and your eyes only brimmed further with tears. You looked away from him quickly, standing up and brushing yourself off.

“Sorry, sir.” You said thickly, hurrying to retrieve your wrench from where you’d chucked it. “I’ll be done here soon, I promise.”

“Hey.” Rex took your arm gently, holding you in place. “I’m – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you further.” He let go of you quickly, as if embarrassed, and rubbed the back of his neck instead. “Uh… Listen, if you’re at a stopping point for the night, I wanted to erm… I had something I wanted to show you.” He blurted.

You wiped your eyes again. “I think I just want to go to bed.” You mumbled.

“This won’t take long.” Rex promised. “It’ll be worth it.”

He had a mischievous gleam in his eye, and you raised an eyebrow. “Okay.” You said reluctantly.

Rex gave you a little smile, and offered you his arm. Your eyebrow arched higher.

“Rex?” You asked tentatively.

“Just… go with it.” He said with a little chuckle. “And try to look surprised. I’m ah… I’m not the best at keeping secrets.” He admitted sheepishly.

Your confusion only grew at his words, but you took his arm, looping yours through his as he led you down the hallway, not towards your quarters, but instead towards the 501st barracks.

Rex glanced down at you, flashed you a small smile, and opened the door.

You gasped, a hand flying to your mouth as you looked over the room. The bunks had all been moved, forming a perimeter around the room. Blankets and pillows had been strategically draped across bunks and chairs, footlockers latched over corners to help hold everything in place.

It was the biggest pillow fort you had ever seen.

“Oh kriff, she’s here!”

A blanket flap opened, and Hardcase stuck his head out, beaming up at you.

“Hiya!” He said cheekily. “Are you here for the grand tour?”

“What – what is going on?” You asked, looking up at Rex again. The captain just raised his hands in surrender.

“C’mon!” Hardcase called again, holding the blanket aside and beckoning you into the fort.

You dropped to your knees, crawling through the entrance with him as Rex followed along behind you. Hardcase led you down a well-constructed blanket tunnel – the clones were nothing if not efficient – and the tunnel opened up into a large canopy. Blankets had been hung from the ceiling to give enough space for clones to either sit or stand if they wanted. The clones were already in their blacks, in varying states of relaxation.

“This is the Gathering Room.” Hardcase explained, gesturing proudly.

Some clones were already asleep – Denal was half-buried under a heap of blankets, and Coric was snoring slightly to his left. Others you didn’t recognize were awake and talking softly near another tunnel. Tup was playing Sabacc with a group of older vod, and from the groans and Tup’s smug look, he’d just won a hand.

Echo was lounging on a pile of pillows, flipping absently through a datapad. He gave you a smile and waved, but Fives, who previously had been half asleep with his head on Echo’s lap, sat up abruptly.

“Are you giving her the grand tour without me?!” He demanded, crawling quickly over to Hardcase. You watched in amusement as Fives rubbed his hands and socked feet against the floor as hard and as fast as he could, and then stuck his finger out to Hardcase’s ear, giving him a static shock.

“Hey -!” Hardcase shocked him back, and Rex chuckled from behind you.

“Can we get this show on the road?” He asked, shaking his head at the boys.

“I’m showing her the snack room.” Fives told Hardcase, elbowing him out of the way so he could lead. He ducked under another tunnel, leading you into a tiny alcove that was currently being guarded by Jesse.

“No – no!” He swatted at Fives as the trooper crawled closer. “No! You already had your share!”

“We all contributed snacks.” Hardcase explained proudly. “We had to smuggle some stuff out of the canteen – sorry, Captain – or we had contraband.” He leaned in close, like he was sharing a secret. “I had chocolate.”

You giggled, peeking around Jesse at the box behind him.

“Can she have something?” Fives asked, pointing at you. Jesse turned, sneakily opening the box and pulling out a little piece of caramel wrapped in foil, offering it to you.

“From General Plo, sir. A gift to the 501st for assisting the Wolfpack on Naboo.” He gave Rex a little wink. “Rex told me they were your favorite.”

“They are,” You grinned, popping the candy into your mouth quickly. “Thank you, Jesse.”

He gave you a little salute, and Hardcase crawled ahead, pointing out various other sections within the fort. There was a refresher – which was really just a blanket covering the entrance to the actual refresher – a weapons depo, with Appo grumbling under his breath as he tried to focus on formwork while sandwiched uncomfortably between two munitions crates. Somebody had scribbled “Weapons Officer” onto a sheet of flimsi and taped it to the front of his helmet, designating his role.

Kix was in good spirits in the medbay area of the fort, where he’d gotten his hands on band-aids with little loth cats printed on them – he insisted he carried them purely for injured civilian children – but from the way Hardcase was begging Kix to give him one, you guessed they were as much for the vode as they were for the civvies. Dogma was pouting in the back corner of the area, his arms folded across his chest and two loth-cat band-aids slapped onto his forehead in an “x” pattern.

“He kept dodging his physicals.” Kix whispered to you with a little grin. “I finally wrangled him in here.”

“And finally, the barracks.” Fives said proudly, and he and Hardcase parted the blankets to reveal all the mattresses from the bunks had been stacked precariously throughout the room, as many pillows and blankets as possible shoved into the smaller space.

“You’re all going to sleep here?” You asked, looking up at Fives.

“You are too!” Hardcase said eagerly, wiggling past you and moving towards another walled off area. “Ta-da!”

He pulled the blanket aside, and inside was a tiny little room. It was big enough for a single mattress, but on that mattress was the thickest GAR-regulation blanket they could find, two pillows, a little clone trooper plushie that looked carefully handmade, and a bundle of the caramel candies that Jesse had given you earlier. A lantern was set up in the corner, giving the whole room a soft, warm glow.

“What do you think?” Fives asked hopefully, looking at you quickly before glancing over his shoulder at Hardcase. Behind you, the other clones had crawled through the entrance, all crammed together in the barracks.

You teared up again, wiping your eyes as you looked at your little room.

“I told you she’d get uncomfortable.” Dogma hissed at Jesse, elbowing him roughly.

“We can take it down?” Rex said quickly, coming up beside you and putting a hand on your shoulder. “We didn’t mean – we just – you seemed so upset earlier and we wanted to -.”

“I love it.” You said finally, wiping your eyes, and turning to look at them all. “I love it.”

The fort erupted in cheers, and Rex looked relieved, knocking his forehead lightly against yours even as one of the blankets came down on top of you both. You laughed, poking your head out of the blanket but keeping it wrapped around the two of you, leaning slightly into the Captain as the other clones scrambled to resecure the fort to keep everything from coming crashing down.

“So, you’ll stay?” Rex prompted quietly. “Just for tonight?”

“Yeah.” You grinned up at him. “This is way better than my quarters.”

Rex chuckled, and leaned into your side.

#501st x reader

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