YummyGhost (A-N)

This One-Shot contains spoilers for Red Dead Redemption 2 so if you have not plaid, completed or don't like spoilers, I'd recommend you don't read this until you do so. However, speaking of the people who have plaid and completed Red Dead Redemption 2 this story may also be a tiny bit different from the actual game, as you are a part of the Van Der Linde Gang and that I'd like the add in my own ideas to get you fangirls hyped.

Another thing I should also mention here is the Spanish talk in the story. There is a HUGE part of the story that is in Spanish so if you can't speak or read Spanish I would be more than happy to post a glossary under this story translating ALL of the Spanish. But that is if someone would like that.

ALSO, the most important part of this (A-N), Red Dead Redemption 2 is an 18+ video game including racism towards black people and Mexicans which I may also add into this story since Rockstar has with their successful video game. I am NOT a racist, I am just writing this story for you fangirls out there hoping you'll understand and enjoy this one shot.

You may now read. :)

It was a warm silent night in the Van Der Linde Gang camp as you were doing the usual chores. Pearson was cooking, Arthur was on guard duty with John, Hosea was building something and you were sewing up clothes with Susan that had been torn when the men went out shooting and scrapping. As for a few other lazy people like: Davey, Mac, Bill, Reverend Swanson and Uncle they were concentrating on getting drunker and drunker.

"(Y-N), this may be an odd question. But what is the easiest way to pick up a chicken? I'm asking because I know you were raised on a bird farm." Dutch walked up to the front of your tent with his question. "Dead or alive? And why are you asking me that other than knowing I used to work and bird farm with my mammi and pappi?" You put Bill's coat to your side and looked up at Dutch. "Alive obviously. And because we need a new and better food source. Pearson doesn't have many supplies, no one has been out hunting in days and vegetables take too long to grow. So I was gonna ride a mile up north and steal some chickens from a farm I saw the other day." Dutch explained to you and crouched in front of you. "How many do you plan on getting exactly?" You questioned. "As many as possible." Dutch answered and whistled The Count over to him. "In that case, I'm coming with you. You need to approach chickens calmly otherwise they'll be loud enough for the owners to hear you." You explained as you stood up to walk over to your mean horsey.

"Haha, I knew I asked the right person for this. How many do you think we'll get?" Dutch questioned not knowing much about carrying a farm animal. "Three, maybe four. I'd say zero to two at the least." You answered mounting up. "Well if we come away with one and don't get caught tonight, we can always go back tomorrow night for another round." Dutch chuckled as he forced his horse forward. "Fair point. I recommend letting me pick up the first one, that way you can copy. It's simple to do, but tricky to explain." You shrugged and followed Dutch to the farm. "That's fine, you're the expert after all." Dutch allowed you taking the lead on the mission. "Also, where do you plan on keeping these chickens? If you have no fence or chicken coop, they'll get eaten or run away and then get eaten." You quizzed with your wonder. "Hosea is building us a chicken hut, he stole the equivalent items for it earlier on today." Dutch lightly chuckled again at Hosea's theft. "Fair enough." You agreed and continued to ride until you got to the farm.

Roughly, twenty minutes later you found yourself at the farm with Dutch and planned on keeping quiet for the rest of the robbery.

"Alright, (Y-N). We'll leave the horses here and sneak our way in on foot." Dutch climbed down from the white beauty and crouched as the farm's light lanterns were seeable from where you were hiding. "Ok, while we're sneaking over, see if you can find some corn or seeds, it'll make this much easier." You whispered as you followed behind Dutch. "Ok." Dutch said and started crouch walking.

Roughly, five minutes later you were at the chicken pen and you came across a bag of open corn which was a bonus. It would draw the chickens towards you so you could pick them up without them clawing and clucking.

"Wait a second, Dutch. I think someone is here." You held Dutch's shoulder pointing out at the footprints in front of him. "So it seems. We'll remain crouched and blow out the lanterns just in case if it's the owner or a guard." Dutch noticed with his quiet voice and blowing out the light. "Either that or someone already came up with your genius idea of a plan." You rolled your eyes with sarcasm. "I know you're being sarcastic, (Y-N) but you're actually right." Dutch stopped moving as he held his hand out in front of you.

"Haha, hola?" A Mexican man robbing the chickens chuckled with a hello in Spanish.

"Hola." You nodded.

"Hola?" Dutch said the same as you but in question.

"Hola." The same guy said back with a chicken in his hands.

"Hola." You chuckled at how many time 'Hello' in Spanish was being said.

"Enough with 'hello' in Spanish. Do. You. Speak. English?" Dutch rolled his eyes knowing you were taking the piss.

"...No Inglés. Solo español." The man shook his head understanding that Dutch wanted to know if he spoke a word of English. "I don't think he speaks English, Dutch." You peaked your head over Dutch's shoulder knowing the Mexican couldn't speak English. "Well do you speak Spanish?" Dutch raised an eye at you. "A tiny bit." You squinted your eyes with finger actions. "Well talk to the man!" Dutch pushed you in front of him.

"Hola." You smiled knowing that would purposely annoy Dutch as that was basically all you knew in Spanish. "Hola Bella dama." The man spoke back to you as he secretly studied you.

"I haven't got a clue what he just said." You turned to Dutch. "For fuck sake. Let's just get our chickens and go." Dutch groaned and caught some attention from the chickens.

"Es tu papá, hermano, primo o novio?" The man tapped your shoulder as he asked you a question in Spanish and rubbed the back of his neck. "Only English." You awkwardly cringed not knowing a word he was saying. "Ahh, no importa." The man shrugged and carried on picking up birds he was stuffing into a brown cotton bag. "Our Mexican friend here has a great idea. Put the chickens into a bag." Dutch pointed out as he ended up just petting the fluffy birds instead of stealing them. "You do realize that..." You spoke with a rooster in your arms until someone called out from the farmhouse.

"HEY! IS SOMEONE OUT THERE!? IF YOU'RE STEALING MY LIVESTOCK YOU'RE GONNA GET A BULLET UP YOUR ASS!" The angry farmer shot his rifle in the air and set his guard dog out to do some sniffing.

"Carp, he must have heard us!" Dutch tightened his fist and pulled up his red and white bandana. "Pick up that chicken, I'll get these two and we'll run for it." You planned out as you called for your horse.

All three of you took as many chickens as possible and mounted up back on your horses. It was going to be hard to ride a horse without holding onto the reins but you'd done it once before. Dutch had one chicken, you had a chicken and a rooster and the Mexican must have had a bag full... And a dead horse. The farmer had shot his horse in both of its back legs from about fifty meters away and the farmer's dog had caught up to him. Just before the wolf like German Shepherd jumped up at the Mexican to possibly bite his face off and rip his chest open, he shot the beast in the face killing it instantly and pulled out his repeater from his horse's saddle to fire back at the farmer.

"DISPARA A MI CABALLO Y DISPARARÉ A TU PERRO YA TU MALDITA CARA DEL CERDO AMERICANO!" The man yelled his Spanish at the top of his lung almost hitting the farmer.

"VAMOS!" You ran back to the Mexican and pulled him your way so he would sit on the back of your horse.

He took the hint and as he did so, he put the chicken and rooster you hard in front of you in his sack and swung it under his arm so he could hold onto you, as you rode away.

"And I thought you only knew one word in Spanish." Dutch chuckled as he actually waited for you up ahead. "So did I. It obviously must mean hurry the fuck up." You joked and rode next to Dutch as your horses were sprinting. "Hey, señor!" The Mexican caught Dutch's attention and tossed the bag of chickens to Dutch so your horse had less weight to carry and so Dutch could stow them. "You know, I won't be surprised if those chickens haven't had a heart attack." You mentioned as Dutch caught the bag. "Tell that to our Mexican friend here." Dutch answered back. "I can, but he won't understand me." You sarcastically reminded Dutch. "Fair point, let's just get these chickens back home and see if anyone speaks Spanish." Dutch nodded and continued to ride with you.

Not long later you, Dutch and the new seemed to be gang member had arrived back at camp and was greeted by Hosea to see how things went.

"So how did things go?" Hosea asked as he clapped his hands together. "We got A LOT, but (Y-N) reckons the chickens may have had a heart attack since we had to ride back in a hurry." Dutch explained with the sack in his right hand then dropped it in front of Hosea. "Well, they're definitely dead now, dumbass." You lowered your eyes at Dutch from dropping the birds. "Either that or they're sleeping." Hosea opened the bag and picked out a chicken that seemed very... Floppy. "Are there any alive ones?" Dutch quizzed and jumped down from The Count who he sent back to the other horses. "A rooster and one chicken it just so happens." Hosea gently tipped the bag out to reveal six dead chickens, one scared chicken and one shaking rooster. "I wonder who picked those birds up?" You raised your eyebrows with a chuffed expression at your boss. "You obviously, your childhood was spent farming chickens and other birds." Hosea spoke and put the dead ones back in the bag.

"Enough of the chickens though. Who's the Mexican?" Hosea changed the subject to the new guy? "Someone we ran into as we were stealing the chickens. Turns out he had our idea, can shoot a gun and does not speak a word of fucking English." Dutch stepped up to his best friend and took a look at you and the Mexican get down from your horse. "Hola señor. Cuál es tu nombre?" Hosea shockingly asked the man as he seemed to know Spanish.

"You can speak Spanish?!" Dutch shook his head in surprise. "Indeed I can. It takes a while to learn but is rather simple if you don't have the brain of a mouse." Hosea nodded at Dutch hinting at him. "And just what exactly does that mean?" Dutch clenched his hand in annoyance towards his best pal. "Go to Mexico or Spain and you'll pick up the language, Mr Van Der Linde." Hosea cheekily answered as he loved to mock Dutch once in a while. "What did you asked him?" You questioned Hosea. "His name." Hosea glimpsed at you and back at the Mexican.

"Javier Escuella, señor. Tu hablas español?" The man answered back to Hosea his name and surprisingly asking if he spoke fluent Spanish. "Sí, Sí. Soy Oseas Matthews." Hosea nodded as he was saying yes and introducing himself in Javier's original tongue. "Es genial conocerlo, señor Matthews, junto con su amiga y bella dama que me encontró robando ahora gallinas muertas." Javier easily said back to Hosea with a little laugh. "Haha, genial conocerte también, señor Escuella. Leí sobre ti en el periódico. Mataste a un hombre militar muy importante." Hosea spoke back as if Spanish was like English to him and also brought up the important military man Javier killed in Mexico. "Sí, lo hice. Pero se lo merecía. Todo lo que intento hacer ahora es sobrevivir." Javier mentioned back to Hosea saying that the powerful man he kill deserved his early death. "Entiendo. Te gustaría unirte a la pandilla Van Der Linde?" Hosea reached his hand out to Javier saying he understood his situation and wondered if he wanted to join the Van Der Linde gang. "Por favor, señor. No planeo volver a México y no he comido, dormido o lavado en días." Javier greatfully nodded at Hosea as he shook his hand also explaining he hadn't eaten, slept and washed in days. "Sin preocupaciones. Haré que (Your Name In Spanish) te prepare una tienda de campaña para que puedas dormir." Hosea just nodded saying that you would find Javier somewhere to sleep.

"Ok, so what was all that about?" Dutch demanded not knowing what was said between the two men. "That my good friend is Javier Escuella, killed a powerful man in Mexico last week. He can't really go back to Mexico so I've told him (Y-N) will set him a tent up and that he can stay with us." Hosea put an arm around Dutch explaining what he'd done. "Great minds think alike Hosea. Shame I don't speak much Spanish or he doesn't speak any English." Dutch pointed out saying he would have done the same, but in his own words.
"Señor." You tapped Javier's shoulder hinting that you wanted him to follow you so you could find him somewhere to sleep. "I best get him a change of clothes, haven't I? That dusty ripped poncho is irritating me." Dutch also spoke as he studied Javier's ragged clothing. "And I'll get this chicken and rooster in the coop." Hosea chuckled and picked up the two alive birds.

As you were setting Javier a tent up he also decided to help you out. He didn't understand you or know English but he could take hints and knew how to set up a tent.

"(Y-N), have you had your share of the stew yet?" Pearson called out over to you before he took the pot off the fire. "No. Could you pour my share out before you dispose of it, please?" You kindly asked the camp chef. "Sure thing." Pearson accepted and saved you your share. "In fact, can you divide my share into two if it's not too much to ask?" You changed your mind and you took a few steps closer to Pearson after setting up Javier's tent. "Err sure. Guessing you're feeding the greaser?" Mr Pearson guessed. "Yeah, poor man hasn't eaten in days according to Hosea." You mentioned and stood at Pearson's table. "Well, here you are. If he's staying I'll have to make bigger portions." Pearson gave you the two bowls and a spoon each. "Yeah, not like you eat three portions a meal anyways." You grinned and walked back to Javier. "I'm dieting!" Pearson sharply spoke back at you. "If you say so." You shrugged.

"Here you go, Señor." You passed Javier half of your share of food. "Gracias señorita." Javier shockingly gazed at you and took the food from you as he demolished it sat in front of his tent.

"He must have been hungry." Dutch mentioned out of nowhere with a clean set of clothes and Hosea. "Poor man. Javier, el jefe te ha traído ropa nueva." Hosea caught Javier's attention telling him Dutch had brought him some clean clothes. "Gracias, señor Van Der Linde." Javier thanked Dutch and put his bowl to his side as he remained seated. "Well, I'm gonna hit the hay. Night boys." You stood up patting Dutch and Hosea on the shoulder. "Goodnight, (Y-N)." Dutch and Hosea said at the same time. "Adiós bella dama." Javier smiled towards your way as you headed towards your tent.

"Haha, I have a feeling those two are gonna get along." Hosea chuckled at Javier as he told Dutch. "Why?" Dutch quizzed. "He keeps calling her pretty lady." Hosea gave Dutch his answer. "Well, there's an advantage of only speaking Spanish to English ladies. You can say whatever you want to them." Dutch laughed with his arm around Hosea. "Haha, that's true." Hosea agreed with him. "Creo que voy a dormir un poco. Buenas noches, caballeros." Javier spoke to Dutch and Hosea as he shuffled himself backward into his tent so he could sleep. "Buenas noches, Javier." Hosea said goodnight back to him and walked away with Dutch.

Time Skips 4 Years.

Over the last four years, the gang had gradually gotten bigger. There were more women in the camp. Few more men had joined. John left the gang for a year then decided to come back. Dutch and Molly had actually got together and formed a relationship. Javier could speak fluent English thanks to Hosea. And right now all of the gang was stuck up north freezing in the middle of a snowstorm.

You were sat with Abigail helping her with Davey because he was slowly dying and you both tried to make it as painless as possible since it was terribly dragging for him. Swanson had jumped down from the wagon and went to explain to Dutch that he was dying and that you all needed to stop somewhere. Then Hosea agreed otherwise the storm would get you all. Luckily, Arthur came to the rescue saying he found somewhere for all of you to stay till the snowy massacre was over.

Earlier on the night, Davey did pass away and in the morning you helped Reverand Swanson bury him where he could rest. You were gonna miss Davey, Jenny, Mac and Sean since it was confirmed that two had died during Blackwater. You just hoped Mac and Sean were still out there alive.

Time Skips A Few Weeks.

A couple of weeks later the gang had managed to get out of the mountains and back down to somewhere where it was warm and sunny. Hosea knew of a place called Horseshoe Overlook where the gang could set up a camp. It was big, well hidden, warm, dry and most importantly safe till Dutch decided what was gonna happen next.

It took a few hours for all of the tents to be set up and for the campfires to warm up, but it took even longer for the horses to settle down. Some of them were still agitated and tired so the best you could do was leave them till they calmed down. Once you finished putting your tent up and put your things away, you went to check on the new soul that was found.

Apparently, Dutch, Arthur and Micha found a woman out in the storm and had her husband killed by Colm's boys. She seemed like a sweetheart, but right now she was sour and shut off. She only spoke to you and Abigail because you were her shoulders to cry on and the people to talk to so the angry could be let out.

"You ok, Sadie?" You sat down next to the depressed widow just outside of camp. "Do I look ok?" Sadie snapped back. "No. I just thought it would be polite to ask. Why don't you come and get yourself settled in camp, have a cup of coffee and get some rest?" You suggested hoping it would bring Sadie in. "I just want to be on my own for now." Sadie mentioned back at you. "If you wish. If you need any of us, you know where we are." You sighed with a shrug and headed back into camp.

"Have you just left her on her own?" Dutch followed up with you as you stepped back into camp. "She wants to be on her own for a while, Dutch. Wouldn't you if an O'Driscoll killed someone you loved?" You lifted and eyebrow up at Dutch. "You've seriously gone there!?" Dutch lowered his eyelids at you since you didn't realise what you'd said. "Ohh... Shit. S-sorry Dutch." You covered your mouth remembering that a fully blooded O'Driscoll had actually murdered someone Dutch loved. "Don't. Speak to me." Dutch pointed with his growl and walked away from you.

"What was that about?" Javier popped up to you as Dutch raged away. "I mentioned Annable by accident." You sighed covering your eyes. "Damn, a touchy subject for him." Javier cringed with his arm on your shoulder. "Yeah, I apologized but it looks like he's gone in one of his moods like Molly does." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms. "He's a bit stressed at the moment like all of us. Give him a few hours and he'll cool off." Javier nodded and glimpsed at you. "Yeah, probably." You sighed to let the air out of your lungs.

"You wanna go fishing?" Javier offered since you with a bit of nerve. "When? Now?" You confusingly asked back since fishing right now seemed rather odd. "Sure... I'm pretty sure Pearson could do with some fresh meat since we've moved states." Javier explained since his excuse was true. "I suppose, you get the horses and I'll get my fishing rod from my tent." You nodded and walked back to your tent.

In that short amount of time, Javier gather yours and his horse together and waited for you on his as finding your fishing rod was such a task.

"Finally, making a move on her, Javier?" Arthur joked and petted Javier's mount. "Hahaha, very funny, brother." Javier chuckled and adjusted where he sat on his saddle. "I'm being serious, Amigo." Arthur commented as he continued to show his affection to Boaz. "I know. I just wish you weren't." Javier lowered the eye contact with Arthur hoping you'd hurry up to stop the awkwardness between him and Arthur. "Well, I'm just gonna put it this way. If you can't look at me in the eye and tell me you're gonna make a move on (Y-N). How the Hell are you gonna ask her to be yours?" Arthur put straight forward and walked away leaving his friend with that deep thought. "Jódete hermano." Javier spoke to Arthur as he carried on walking away. "You too, Amigo." Arthur waved his hand up not caring what Javier said to him in Spanish. "How does that make any sense?" Javier asked since Arthur was clueless with his Spanish.

"Who's pissed you off now?" You questioned Javier and jumped on your horse's back. "No one. Why?" Javier turned his head towards you. "Ever since you learnt English I've noticed your Spanish only comes out when you're singing and when you're angry." You chuckled since it was common knowledge to the full camp. "I speak Spanish when I'm enjoying myself too." Javier explained to you. "Ohh really?" You raised an eyebrow at Javier. "Si." Javier grinned with a flirty tone. "You're only saying that because you know I know what that means." You pointed out. "Yeah well, what are you gonna do?" Javier chuckled and rode out of camp. "Chase you." You also chuckled and made your horse run after Javier. "Good luck catching up then." Javier yelled back as taking a slow ride to go fishing turned into a wild horse race.

About five minutes later, Javier stopped the comical race and his horse as he didn't want to go TOO far from camp and simply because he found some water where you both could fish.

"I caught up to you." You smiled and pulled the reins on (Your Horse's Name). "So you did. You win fuck all." Javier cheekily grinned and jumped down from his ride. "And I will happily take that fuck all." You sarcastically micked back as you jumped off your horse, went up to Javier and pretend to take something off him.

"At least you're not an ungrateful woman." Javier nodded and put some crickets at the end of his line. "I appreciate everything I get. From the past when I lived with my family to the new family I have now." You lightly smiled and also did the same as Javier. "If you don't mind me asking, (Y-N). Do you know if your mother and father are alive? Like, I know what happened with your brother and that he basically gave his life for yours during that robbery; but what about your parents?" Javier casted out hoping the conversation wasn't too much for you to talk about. "I don't mind you asking because no one never asks me about my backstory. But I have no clue about my mother and father. After that robbery, I couldn't go back to them otherwise the law would have probably killed them instead of me. So I ran away, then that's how Dutch and Hosea found me. I do hope they're alive and that I do find them. They could either be dead, alive on a new farm, living abroad, or millionaires for all I know. However, it wouldn't surprise me if they died then or recently." You deeply replied and stood next to Javier where you also casted out.

"What about your family? You have a similar reason for why you ran away from Mexico." You questioned changing the topic. "Well to start off with, not all Mexican stereotypes are true. Everyone in camp thinking my family is huge, when it's no bigger than yours. My mother, sister and uncle are still alive. As for my father, he died when I was sixteen, dirty alcoholic he was. Last time I wrote to my family, apparently my sister got engaged to her partner and my uncle is looking after my mother at her place since there isn't a man of the house. Every time we write she begs me to come home. It breaks my heart to tell her no." Javier explained to you with a casual face dearly missing his remaining family.

"Well, at least you know your family is still alive. Do you think you would ever return to Mexico? You asked and started to reel in a fish. "Not any time soon. I'd love to go to my sister's wedding though." Javier sighed and took a look at the fish he had just caught. "Well, hopefully, you'll be able to return there someday." You lightly smiled at Javier. "Yeah, I'd also hurry up reeling that fish in, he's been on the line for a while now." Javier mentioned and put his rob away. "It can take hours to catch a fish so I don't see what ten minutes is gonna do." You glimpsed at your friend. "Probably die and decompose with how slow you're going. Here... l-lemme give you a hand." Javier joked and came up behind you with his hands next to yours so you could catch the fish faster. "You're the expert." You shrugged and allowed Javier's help.

With Javier stood right behind you with his hands very close to yours, it made you feel comfortable for the first time in ages and loved in a different way. You've never loved a person who isn't family and you've always had a soft spot for Javier so something could possibly still happen between you two yet. You've also given it thought that Javier is your type of man. He takes good care of his appearance, he's funny, intelligent, relaxed, strong minded and very brave. Javier's courage was something some of the gang members took him for granted for, but you REALLY admired it; it made Javier appear so manly and was a big turn on for you.

"Here we go. Looks like a largemouth bass. Pearson will be happy with that." Javier pasted his hands around your waist and along the side of your back so he could see the fish he took off the hook. "Yeah, you reckon we should head back?" You blushed from the touch with your question. "Sure. I had fun, with you." Javier nodded and called Boaz over to him. "Same here. We should do stuff like this more often." You smiled getting rid of the pinkness in your face and mounting up. "Indeed. Well, I'll ride back to camp with you, give you the fish I caught then you can give them to Pearson. Hosea said he wanted me in that livestock town with Charles, Bill and Arthur." Javier explained and galloped off with you. "Ok, thank you. You're a bit of a gentleman, aren't you?" You rhetorically quizzed him. "Only when necessary." Javier rolled his eyes back to you like an embarrassment child.

Not long later, Javier had ridden back to Horseshoe Overlook with you, passed you the fish he caught and headed into Valentine with Charles and Bill. Arthur said he was going to catch up as he had some other missions to do first. As for you, you were giving Pearson the fish you and Javier caught, feeding the chickens, doing some chores around camp, checking up on Sadie and to finish off the day; you decided to help Tilly patch up some clothes that had been torn by the men.

"Hey, can one of you, patch this up?" Micah stumbled up to you and Tilly with one of his red shirts that had a pretty big rip in it. "Of course, Micah. YOU'RE WELCOME!" You fakely smiled at the older man and sharply spat your second sentence at him. "What's that?" Micah turned back at you before he left you both alone. "Ohh nothing I just thought you said "please, thank you or cheers" you know? The common manners." You explained and picked up the red shirt Micah dropped in front of you. "Ohh you're really funny aren't you, (Y-N)?.. You know? Just because you're a hardcore bitch who rides a horse, can shoot a gun and win games at five finger filler, doesn't mean I won't treat you like an object." Micah crouched down infront of you with his comparison then left with a stumbled from the beer he was drinking.

"Are you actually gonna patch that up for him? And after the way he just spoke to you!" Tilly shockingly asked and slammed down one of Abigail's skirts. "Err yeah, now pass me that bright pink fabric." You nodded having a brilliant idea in mind. "The one we use for fixing our clothes?" Tilly held up the remaining material. "Yep, this will teach him." You grinned and measured out how much taffy pink fabric you would need to fix Micah's shirt. "Ohh I like were you're going with this." Tilly giggled in a high pitched girly tone.

To get revenge on Micah for treating you like a piece of shit without any manners. You agreed to patch up his ripped everyday shirt, but instead of doing it with the matching red, you used a bright pink which was noticeable from miles away.

After you did the rest of the clothes with Tilly, you handed them out to the correct people and decided have a drink of Whiskey before retiring to your tent.

"You think this is funny you, little bitch?" Micah furiously marched up to you as you sat in front of your tent with a drink and cigarette. "Very." You grinned with a chilled out face. "You're just as useless as the other women around here!" Micah yelled down to you. "You're just saying that because you're drunk and horny." You rolled your eyes continuing to drink. "Fuck off!" Micah growled at the truth and actually left you alone which was followed up with him tossing his shirt onto the campfire.

Time Skips To Morning.

During the following morning you woke up, got into a clean change of clothes, gave you face a wash and went you grab a cup of coffee with Abigail. However, she was comforting Sadie so you sat around the campfire with Karen and Susan.

"You hear about the latest new, (Y-N)?" Karen joyfully spoke to you as you sat down. "Considering I woke half an hour ago, no." You answered with a large yawn. "Sean is alive... And captured by bounty hunters in Blackwater like, but he's alive!" Karen excitingly told you as she was more than chuffed to hear that Sean was alive. "If they still have him they'll be using him as a trap to see if any of us go collect him." You honestly told her knowing other gang members would be thinking the same as you. "That sounds about right. But I was speaking to Dutch last night and apparently that British fella found him so he sent Charles, Javier and Arthur to go get him. Hopefully, before the bounty hunters hand him over to the government to swing." Karen explained with what was actually happening with Sean. "Well knowing Trelawny he'll disappear to somewhere, but I do hope the other four come back in one piece." You rolled your eyes sipping your warm morning drink. "They will do. They have Mister Morgan and he's a fine shot." Susan butted in as she scrubbed her shotgun clean with the oil. "Don't forget we're talking Blackwater here, Susan. Not only was the robbery a massacre, but there will be Pinkertons and wanted posters of the gang EVERYWHERE! If they're spotted in the wrong place at the wrong time. They'll have more on their plate or worse." You reminded Susan that things could go terribly wrong whether they had Arthur with them or not. "You have a point, Miss (L-N). But it's best to think positive than negative." Susan nodded agreeing with you with her also wise words.

For the rest of the day you decided to keep yourself busy around the camp. You did a few chores like feeding the chickens again, feeding the horses, chopping firewood and keeping Sadie company as Abigail had to look after Jack. You were on your way to give Sadie some of Pearson's stew and a glass of water as she hadn't touched much food recently. However, she had her eyes on someone, that O'Driscoll boy Arthur caught and tied up to a tree so Dutch could get answers out of him.

"I don't think you wanna eat that O'Driscoll, Sadie. He's probably got all sorts of parasites." You held out a bowl of stew to Sadie hoping she'd eat at least half of it today. "Ohh I ain't an O'Driscoll, miss." The boy gazed towards you with a starving expression on his whole face. "You fucking are!" You scoffed straight at him. "Can you get me something to eat, please?" The O'Driscoll begged you changing the subject with his eyes on the food you passed over to Sadie. "Eat that, O'Driscoll." Sadie then dropped the bowl you gave her and squashed it with her foot right in front of him.

"Aaaawwwwwwwwwww." The fella sighed and stretched his leg out trying to bring the bowl closer to him. "I don't think so." You kicked the bowl out of his range letting him starve for longer as Dutch wanted.

"Awwwww, you bitch." The O'Driscoll flopped himself down insulting you. "Watch your mouth, O'Driscoll. Dutch may want to keep you alive for a little while longer but that doesn't mean I won't kill you right here and now!" You snatched the O'Driscoll by the throat to wake him up a little and pulled the hammer back on your pistol as you let go of Sadie's glass of water. "I-I'm sorry, miss. PLEASE don't s-s-shoot me!" The O'Driscoll pleaded you hoping you wouldn't pull the trigger back next.

"OI! (L-N)! DUTCH SAID HE'S MINE TO TORTURE, HANDS OFF!" Bill yelled over to you seeing how you hung up you had the boy. "Now that I would like to see, Williamson." You turned to Bill with the gun still pointing at the kid.

"You're lucky this time, kid." You scoffed and put your pistol back in its holster.

As the sun was setting in the distance and everyone was finished with their jobs and killing for the day. People started to calm and sit around the campfire. You were sat next to Bill and unfortunately Micah with a drink in all of your hands saying how you all met Dutch. Bill was getting angry at Micah and Micah continued to throw oil on the fire as he found this hilarious in his sick mind. But before things broke much looser, Javier was riding into camp with an Irish loudmouth on the back of his horse.

"IM BAAAAAAAAACK! DID YOU SOUR, UGLY, BASTARDS MISS ME!?" Sean greeted everyone with his strong accent. "Nice to see you too, Sean." You walked over to Javier and Sean with a few other people. "OHH, Miss (L-N), you're not feckin' dead!" Sean clapped at the sight of you. "Please someone get him away from me. I can't stand to hear him much more." Javier demanded with a loud scream inside of his head. "You been annoying Javier have you, darling." Karen stumbled in greeting Sean as she was a little drunk already. "On purpose as well, haha! Thanks for getting me, you bastard!" Sean widened his eyes at the sight of drunk Karen and harshly rubbed Javier's head for bringing him back home.

"No me despeines, jodido coño irlandés!" Javier cursed Sean and took the band out of his hair so he could fix it. "You should leave your hair down more oftern, Javier. I suits you." You leaned on the back of Boaz loving the sighting of handsome Javier with his hair down. "...If you say so." Javier shrugged and hopped down from his ride. "So you wanna have a drink." You offered Javier since it looked like the whole gang was having a party with Sean's return. "Sure, I need it after that. He just would not shut his mouth." Javier rubbed his eyes and made his way into camp with you. "That's Sean for you. The Irish are known to have loud mouths and tones of energy." You explained the stereotypes Ireland had with many more to come. "Don't remind me, I can still hear him and he's not even talking." Jaiver moked as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from the inside of his coat offering you one. "Oooooo, thank you." You smiled taking the offer and also used Javier's lit match.

During the first hour of Sean's return, Sean thought he'd give the full camp a rather useless speech and then get drunk within the hour, possibly so he could catch up with Karen. Javier had also been persuaded to sing a few songs around the campfire with his guitar and you LOVED it. Javier had such a beautiful singing voice that anyone could listen to for hours and to make it even better, he mainly sang in Spanish which made it more elegant to listen to. Once Javier was done with his little talent show, Uncle brought out the banjo and hit up a few tunes with that, giving you and Javier time together.

Over the next couple of hours, almost everyone in the camp was ass over tit drunk. Sean and Karen had a little bit of fun. Dutch and Molly then Arthur and Mary-Beth were dancing with the music Dutch was playing. Uncle and Reverend Swanson were having a laugh as they bonded. Then you and Javier were sat together at a table away from the middle of the camp laughing at nothing but each other.

"So... I never asked you this but err. What's orange and sounds like a parrot?" Javier questioned drinking from his ninth whiskey bottle. "What?" You shook your head having no clue what Javier was talking about. "A carrot." Javier answered with his terrible drunk man joke to impress you.

For a moment there was nothing but silence coming from you two... Till you burst laughing like a drunk lunatic slamming your free hand on the table then onto Javier's hand to get a little bit closer.

"Ohh that's a good one Javier!" You continued to laugh away loving the joke you don't even remember. "Oooo aye up, we have a visitor." Javier chuckled with a little grin and held your hand as a hammered Micah Bell made his way over to you two.

"Now then, what do we have here?" Micah stumbled up to the table and took a seat in front of you and Javier. "A carrot." Javier answered Micah with a grin and leaned back in his seat to then fall off. "What?" Micah shook his head in deep confusion as you and Javier were still laughing at the word. "N-n-nothing, what do you want, Micah?" You held your mouth shut and put your beer bottle back down as you couldn't drink any more from the humour. "You, why don't you stop wasting your time with this drunken greaser and come with me. I could show you a REAL good time." Micah leaned across the table to try and impress you with his rat like charm hoping a "good time" with him would get you. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No. If I were to sleep with you, I'd probably catch a disease." You couldn't help but howl at Micah for even trying it on with you. "Ohh I've got no diseases, darling. Just charm to get you underneath me." Micah didn't take to the hint trying again. "Look... Carrot. " You stood up from your seat trying to be serious with Micah, but instead you burst out into tears as you named Micah carrot by accident.

"The only way you're gonna have your way with me is if I'm ten times more drunk than I already am or if you rape me. Good luck there." You then got serious and tapped Micah at the side of the face hinting "fuck off" to him. "I'll stick with the second option, just you be careful." Micah nodded at his rejection and trotted away not keeping his balance. "Asshole." You rolled your eyes and went to pick Javier up as he was still on the floor.

"Ohh carrot. Who came up with that?" Javier chuckled as he laid out on the floor with his hands on his stomach. "Come on, Javier. Get up." You crouched down to help your friend off the ground. "Ok, you're really pretty. You know that?" Javier stood up looking directly at you. "Says you handsome." You cheekily smirked back running one of your fingers through Javier loose hair. "And what makes you say that, cariño." Javier took hold of your hand getting a bit closer to you. "Well... You dress well, you're hygienic, you're hair and facial hair is well groomed and that sexy deep voice of yours can tell a good joke." You rested both of your arms on Javier's shoulders as you listed the reasons why you took a liking to Javier based on his looks. "Hey, hey, hey, let's keep this serious, yeah?" Javier made a move as he places his hands around your waist and back. "Javier, we're drunk, how is any of this serious." You rolled your eyes not knowing that would hurt Javier if he was sober. "Ssshhhhhhhh, we'll make this serious." Javier hushed you with a single finger in a deep sexy voice.

Before your drunk brain realised, you were extremely close to the man you had fallen in love with a while back, you were that close in fact, you may as well kiss him on the lips. Like no one gets a millimetre away from your face unless they wanna kiss you and that's exactly what happened. It was just a light smooch on the lips, but both of you couldn't help it and keep your hands off each other. You were highly drunk and secretly in love with each other, you just hadn't admitted it to one another yet. The pair of you got more and more carried away with the kissing than you intended. You hung your arms around the back of Javier's neck and playing and tugging with his shiny black hair that he still had down. Javier, however, was caressing your cheek and keeping hair out of your face as his other hand explored your back and ass getting a lovely feeling of it.

"I think we should go back to your tent before someone sees us." Javier suggested in a soft yet very seductive tone in your ear. "Yes, señor." You replied and held Javier's hand as you both walked to your tent.

Luckily not many people were now awake to see you and Javier wonder into your tent and if they were, they wouldn't remember by morning; after all, it was only one thirty in the morning.

"You sure about this, dulce corazon?" Javier entered your tent after you and closed the flaps behind him. "Yes, now come here, lover." You answered having a full understanding of what was going to happen.

It didn't take you and Javier long to get down to business and to say Javier was almost as drunk as you, he was being extremely passionate with you from: cupping your cheeks, biting your ear lobe and neck, touching you up with all of your clothes still on and keeping the perfect kissing in his lead. You, however, were taking a more rough approach to things: you followed in with Javier's kissing, continued to tug on his hair that you knew he was enjoying as it got him more flirty and you also started to stripe Javier from his clothes. Firstly, being his smart blue jacket he usually wore along with unbuttoning his vest and shirt, untying his red tie, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. From then on you two had some rather drunk, passionate, kinky, loving sex that lasted up to a good fifteen to twenty minute before you both finished and collapsed yourselves to sleep for a few hours.

Time Skips Four Hours

Some hours later after your little sleep with a fun night form Javier, you woke up. Not from any disturbance, just randomly out of the blue. You held your temple feeling a little bit of a hangover coming on but with some more sleep and some water, it would easily go away. But there was no chance in you getting any of those right now, you had to think of a minute for why Javier was asleep next to you and most likely naked under the sheets. Then you snapped the memory back remembering that you agreed to have sex with him last night. You don't remember a lot from last night but you remember little bits such as: drinking, Javier saying something funny, drinking, drinking more, someone bothering you, drinking a lot more and then coming back to your tent to fuck with Javier. Right now Javier had his back to you fast sleep, you didn't know if you should wake him but you needed to check the time. You squinted around your tent and found Javier's jacket with a silver pocket watch sticking out so you reached out for it to check the time.

"What's the time?" Javier questioned as he rolled over and streched. "Ten minutes to six." You answered him and covered yourself with the bedsheets. "People will be getting up soon, I best go before someone sees me coming out of your tent." Javier yawned and rubbed his eyes with his plan. "I suppose. Do you think anyone heard us last night?" You questioned hoping you weren't loud. "No idea, but if they did, there wouldn't be a point in hiding it. It'll be forgotten about before you know it." Javier sat up not worrying about other people so much and made a search for his clothes. "I guess you have a point." You nodded but was a little more worried than Javier about people hearing you two last night. "Is anyone out there?" Javier asked you and buckled his belt back on. "Just Uncle, but he sleeps where he drops so you should be fine." You poked your head outside of the tent just to see Uncle passed out in the middle of the camp. "Alright, I'll see you later then. Make sure you get some more sleep and cover up that mark on your neck." Javier opened up the tent and explained to you before he left with his jacket over his shoulder. "What?!" You held your neck and snatched a little pocket mirror you had sat on a nightstand. "Sorry. Guess I was in the heat of the moment." Javier nervously chuckled with his apology. "Damn you, Javier Escuella." You couldn't help but let out a little smile and point at him. "I'll see you later, dulce corazon." Javier mentioned and snook back to his tent he shared.

A few hours later a few people had woke up fully just like yourself. You had got changed and searched for some water as you were gasping, Micah rarely slept so he was awake, Abigail was up with Jack, Pearson was preparing the daily stew, Arthur was sat at the campfire then Dutch and Molly were sat outside of their tent reading a book together.

Basically, after you'd duncked your head into the water barrel that was next to Pearson's wagon you shook yourself fully awake a grabbed an apple from Pearson for yourself.

"Thirsty much, (Y-N)?" Pearson questioned as he diced up some venison Charles brought back from his hunt. "Gasping. Do you know the time, Pearson?" You nodded and asked back. "Ten thirty." Pearson told you as he stopped to check his pocket watch for you. "Thanks." You mentioned and went to sit at the campfire with Arthur for some company.

"Mornin' Arthur." You greeted your friend and sat opposite him on a log. "Good morning, (Y-N)." Arthur nodded his head at you coming out of his daydream.

"Have fun with Javier last night?" Arthur quizzed with his poor conversation starter with you. "I-I dunno what you're talking about." You shook your head and put your hands on your lap. "Yes, you do. Look, you don't have to hide your one night stand from me, I can keep a secret." Arthur explained to you. "...Does anyone else know?" You rolled your eyes thinking of the best question to ask Arthur. "Not that I'm aware of. If people knew they'd be talking about it like Sean and Karen last night." Arthur explained that you were possibly in the clear from people hearing you two. "I'm guessing Javier and I weren't the only lucky ones last night?" You nodded making a little joke out of it. "So it seems. So you don't have a hangover?" Arthur moved the conversation along seeing you didn't want to talk about it. "Not really. Just a bit of a headache but it'll go within an hour or so. What about you?" You told and returned the question back. "My head is spinning. The only thing I remember is having a dance with Mary-Beth then drinking way too much." Arthur explained and poked the campfire with a stick in his hand. "Ooooooo Mary-Beth." You teased Arthur. "Ooooooo Javier Escuella." Arthur turned back to you so you wouldn't say anything else. "Shut up, cowboy." You squinted your eyes at him and tried not to smile or even laugh from the teasing.

Time Skips A Few Weeks

Over the last couple of weeks, things had kind of gone back to normal but haven't in away. You carried on with your chores around camp and helped out on a few missions with the gang. But unfortunately, you had to move camps. Cornwall had found Dutch in Valentine and his men had guns to yours, John's and Strauss' head. Luckily, all five of you made a safe escape... Accept Strauss since he'd been shot, but none of you were dead which mattered. The only people that were dead were the law and Cornwall's men.

As Dutch was figuring out where he could safely set up a new camp, Micah suggested a place called Dewberry Creek, so Arthur and Charles scouted it out as everyone else got packing. In the end, Dewberry Creek turned out to be too open and people were already there so throughout Arthur's and Charles' journey, they found Clemens Point. It was safe, well hidden, big enough for the camp, close to a town for supplies and had a good water source.

It wasn't long till everyone started to get settled down and back to work. All of the tents and campfires we're going, it was just gonna take the gang to get going again. Dutch, Hosea and Arthur had gone out fishing for a bit of boy time and you didn't blame them. Dutch was stressed. Hosea hadn't spent any time with Dutch and Arthur in ages that didn't involve robbing or killing people. Then Arthur was just fed up of the same old stuff. Once they left and you got your things in order you thought to see if you could get a hold of Javier.

Ever since you slept with him you haven't spoken to him as much as you usually did. You could have been overthinking it since you really cared about him. But after all, you were both busy with camp chores and missions with the gang so you didn't have much time together.

At this current moment in time, Javier was sat at the table in the middle of camp polishing his boot since he liked to make himself look presentable. Javier's looks really mattered to him and it was for multiple good reasons. He was brought up to look presentable, it keeps him occupied much longer, it'll keep him health with how hygienic he is and it catches the ladies attention and especially yours.

"Hey, Javier." You greeted him. "Ohh hola, (Y-N). You ok?" Javier looked up from his shoe to say hello back to you. "Yeah, I'm alright to speak with you for a moment?" You thought to ask since things weren't busy. "Sure, what's up?" Javier put his boot polishing cloth down and invited you to sit down next to him. "Nothing. But could we talk just outside of camp, please? Just along the shore if that's ok with you?" You questioned and twiddled your thumbs. "Of course. You wanna take the horses?" Javier nodded and stood up. "No, on foot should be fine." You smiled and walked just outside of camp with Javier.

"We haven't spoken in a while, have we? Well not like this anyways." Javier brought up since that was the truth. "That's why I asked you to come out here with me, it's been pretty loud in camp recently." You mentioned and started walking and talking. "You've got that right... So... I've been thinking. About that night we had together, when Sean returned." Javier went along with you and started to talk about what he needed to talk to you about. "Ohh yeah?" You said as this was also the reason you brought Javier out to the shore. "It hasn't damaged our friendship, has it? Because, I like you... and I mean REALLY like you, (Y-N). And I don't want to lose what I had with you because of something we did when we were drunk." Javier spoke as something started to come off his chest. "What are you try to say, Javier." You rolled your eyes thinking Javier was going to friend zone you. "Te quiero." Javier sighed with a bunch of nerves packing up. "And that means in English?" You questioned not knowing what Javier just said. "I love you." Javier stopped walking with his confession.

"Ever since you saved my life with Dutch a few years back to now, you've been the most beautiful woman I've seen. And ever since I learnt to speak English and spend time with you, I fell deeply in love with you. I've just struggled to confess my feelings for you." Javier continued to blabber on with how he's actually been feeling for you for such a long time. "You're so sweet, Javier." You held your arms out to him. "So what did you wanna talk about?" Javier gave you a hug moving the topic on. "What you've just said to me. Believe it or not, but I love you too." You explained and looked up at Javier to see how he reacted to that. "...Will you be my partner?" Javier gently stroked your hair out of your face hoping to form a relationship with you. "Yes." You continued to look up at Javier and went in to kiss him.

Your first real kiss with Javier was loving, passionate and easily going to be remembered. Javier was a great kisser and knew how to make a woman happy when kissing her. He wasn't light and soft but he also wasn't rough and hard, it was more in the middle and you loved it. You also appreciated that he didn't use tongue and only his lips too.

"HEY, YOU TWO! IF YOU'RE GONNA DO THAT, GO TO ONE OF YOUR TENTS!" Hosea shouted from the paddle boat he was on with Dutch and Arthur. "We're only kissing, Hosea! It's not like we're having sex here!" You pulled out of the kiss as you were laughing at Hosea for interrupting you. "That can be arranged." Javier mumbled in your ear. "Javier!" You playfully slapped your new partner from his rude but yet charming comment.

"Told you those two had something for each other, Dutch." Hosea turned back to Dutch as he was leaning back all relaxed in the boat. "So you did. I hope you two make something of your new relationship." Dutch nodded at Hosea and clapped at you and Javier out of happiness.

"Way to go, Señor. Seems you had the balls all along." Arthur mocked Javier for his past shyness as he rowed the boat onto shore. "Shut up, brother." Javier spoke with a smile since he wasn't so shy with you anymore.

Time Skips A Few Hours.

It was your first night at Clemens Point and you were sat around the campfire with Javier behind you. Javier had his legs at the side of yours, his body against your back, his arms around your torso and his head resting on your shoulder.

"Aww, would you look at that. A couple having a little cuddle around the campfire." Arthur teased you both. "You can join if you want?" You funnily offered Arthur holding your arms out to him. "No thanks, people will think we have some form of threeway going on here." Arthur declined and sat in front of you and Javier. "I'd only consider that if you were a woman." Javier blurted out with a playful smirk. "You're really dirty minded aren't you, Javier?!" You turned your head back to Javier. "You'll get used to it, my dear." Javier grinned at you giving you a smooch on the jaw bone and going back to relaxing his head on your shoulder.

"Say, if I photograph this. I can get this printed out for you if you like? I know a photographer and you'll officially have a portrait together." Arthur suggested to you two hoping he could use his new camera. "That would be nice, Arthur." Javier nodded at him. "Yeah, thank you." You also agreed and relaxed yourself into Javier some more so the picture would be sweet, relaxing and romantic. "Ok, I'll ask him next time I see him." Arthur nodded once he snapped the picture of you both. "Alright, thanks again." Javier mentioned to him just before Arthur left.

"You wanna stay in my tent tonight?" You quizzed Javier hoping he'd accept so your hugging could continue elsewhere. "Ohh yes. And if you're up for it, we could have some fun too." Javier instantly took the invitation and lightly kissed your neck in between sentences. "You're a passionate man, Javier Escuella." You giggled like a little girl. "Passion is what you deserve, mi amor." Javier explained and turned you around to kiss you on the lips.

The End.