"What’s That Notion App On Your Phone?"

LINGER (p.1)

outlaw!lottie matthews x farmersdaughter!reader

summary: after weeks mourning the recent death of her father, y/n decides it’s time for her to take responsibility and fix the family farm her father left her. just when she’s about to give up and go home, she ends up housing—and hiding—the infamous outlaw of the west.

warning(s): not historically accurate, mentions of crime, mentions of death, mourning, angst, slow burn, secret romance, cursing, possibly ooc!lottie

a/n: this is supposed to be set around the 1890s, but if women and poc actually had rights bc like why not 🥲 also they’ll be using somewhat modern language bc idk how people in the west spoke

word count: 705

you should be at home, tucked away in bed with plenty more time left to sleep. you should at least have been rising peacefully by now, waking up to the sound of chirping birds and the rumbling of distant trains and the quiet stirring of street wagons. but no, you’re not home, and there is no exciting city ambience. where you are is slouched in a small run down saloon. you move the damp slabs of ham around with your fork and poke at the cold scrambled eggs. you finally spot the busy saloon waitress, a short woman around your age with shaggy dark hair. she has the striking hazel green eyes and arched dark brows. she had served you your eggs and ham, and offered some strong alcoholic drink, which you turned down. looking back on it, maybe you should’ve taken the offer.

“ehm, excuse me, ma’am? uh.. could i get that drink, actually?” you chuckle hesitantly. your friends back home would most definitely judge you for drinking this early in the day.

“the food that bad?” the woman asks sarcastically, with a charming smile. “coming right up.”

“no, the food’s.. great! i just got a lot on my mind.” you stutter nervously with a tight lipped smile, trying to be polite. “and thank you, ma’am.”

the woman slides the glass mug of liquor over to you from across the bar. “it’s no problem. and you don’t need to call me ‘ma’am’.” she says matter-of-fact-ly, with a raised brow. “‘name’s natalie. you can call me nat.”

“oh. thank you, nat.” you smile, offering out your hand, which she takes in a firm handshake. “y/n.”

“well? what are you here for?” natalie asks, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter.

“i’m visiting my dad’s farm.”

“hm. fun.” natalie says sarcastically.

“why do you say it like that?” you chuckle.

“why would you want to be hanging around some old man?” natalie scoffs.

“oh, uh.. i won’t be around him, actually.”

“yeah? why, where will he be?”

“uh, he’s dead.”

“oh!”

“yeah.”

“shit, sorry—“

“nah, no worries, it’s no problem. really.”

you take a long sip of beer, quieting down after the awkward encounter. nat continues cleaning the bar, serving customers. one of the guys at the bar points at a poster hung up by the door.

“what’s that about?” the man asks.

“hm? oh, yeah, the sheriff is making everyone hang up those wanted posters.” nat scoffs. “some felon on the run, i dunno what she did, but she’s a big deal apparently.”

“‘she’?” he questions.

“fuck yeah, ‘she’. women can be criminals too, y’know.”

the further you traveled through the quaint little town, you more Wanted posters you saw. a few of them were of old criminals, dating back from a few years to a few weeks old. however, you saw a lot of these new ones from the saloon, of that woman. the road began to get dirtier and the buildings started to lessen. soon enough, you ended on a dirt road with short, thin trees.

you can see a few farms in the distance, but keep on your track. after a while, you can see the house. increasing your pace a bit, you jog over. the house looks bigger now than it did when you left. you, your parents, and your siblings seemed so crowded, but now it’s looks so lonely. nobody bothered to come around after your dad died. there are still farm animals lazily stumbling around.

you take the time to lay out some food for the birds in the chicken coop, pile some hay and put out water for the horses, and toss some grains out into a pile for the goats and the pigs, all of the animals having run slim due to only having grass around.

when the sun begins to set, you decide it’s best to go inside. as you lie beneath the weight of the heavy quilts, the flickering candlelight casts warm shadows on the old wallpaper. the night is silent, except for the occasional bleat of a goat or low rumble of a cow in the yard below you. each breath hurts, your heart aching. outside, the wind picks up, howling through the trees, and in the distance, you hear the faintest sound of hooves. you begin to fall asleep, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

what you don’t know is that a dangerous woman is drawing nearer, her intentions as shadowed as the night itself, and soon, the quiet of your father’s cabin will be disrupted.

the dev patel girlies have KNOWN how hot he is for years and years but the little giggle I heard from a grown man seated next to me when he took his shirt off in monkey man tells me it's truly over for everyone else. god bless

debbie downer and negative nancy should lez out

DEV PATEL FRENCHIE... SAVE ME DEV PATEL FRENCHIE... you were iconic for that one

HE ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMESTRY, we were talking about it with a few friends and what the fuck it was a missed opportunity tbh

that right there? frenchie season 4 ep. 1, dont let people lie to you ever again :/

official petition to rename jackieshauna ship name to frostbite please and thank you

dumb autistic mouse

yellowjackets fandom core

I was promised nerdy loser Fandom obsessed freaks but you're all like beautiful women with multiple degrees and a circle of friends

A Moment in the Woods

Travis Martinez x reader

Warnings!

Mentions of a gun, shooting said gun, kissing (cheek kiss)

A/N; WOOO MORE TRAVISS

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The crisp morning air was filled with anticipation as you and Travis Martinez made your way through the dense forest. The sun peeked through the towering trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, while the sounds of nature surrounded you. It was just the two of you, a rare moment of peace in the chaos of your lives.

Travis walked with a confident stride, his eyes scanning the surroundings. You admired the way he moved—each step deliberate and purposeful. It was clear he felt at home in the wilderness, and his enthusiasm was contagious.

"Are you ready?" he asked, turning to give you a reassuring smile.

You nodded, the weight of the hunting rifle in your hands grounding you. You had been practicing for this moment, and now it was finally here. The thrill of the hunt mixed with a hint of nervousness bubbled in your stomach.

As you ventured deeper into the woods, Travis pointed out signs of wildlife—tracks in the mud, broken branches, and the occasional rustle in the underbrush. You listened intently, soaking in every piece of knowledge he shared.

After a while, you found a clearing with a perfect view. Travis motioned for you to stay low, and together you settled into a hidden spot. The quiet was almost deafening, your hearts beating in sync as you waited for a deer to wander into your line of sight.

Time seemed to stretch on, but then suddenly, there it was—a majestic deer stepping into the clearing. Your heart raced as you steadied the rifle, focusing on your breathing. Travis whispered words of encouragement, his presence a calming force beside you.

With a steady hand, you aimed and pulled the trigger. The sound echoed through the woods, and time seemed to freeze for a moment as you watched the deer fall. A wave of exhilaration washed over you, mixed with disbelief.

"Nice shot!" Travis exclaimed, his voice filled with pride. He looked at you with wide eyes, filled with admiration, and you felt heat creep up your cheeks.

You smiled back, feeling a rush of joy at his approval. "I did it!" you said, surprised by the excitement in your own voice.

As you both approached the deer, you could see the admiration in Travis's gaze. He turned to you, a soft smile on his lips, and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek. The warmth of his lips sent a jolt of happiness through you, leaving you momentarily speechless.

“Holy shit, good aim,” he said, his gaze lingering on you.

You could feel the blush spread across your face, and all you could manage was a shy smile in return. As Travis moved closer to the deer, you found yourself lost in thought, replaying the moment over and over in your mind.

This was more than just a successful hunt; it was a memory etched in your heart—a moment shared with someone who made the wilderness feel less wild and a little more like home. You watched him work, the pride swelling in your chest.

In the depths of the forest, amidst the chaos of your lives, you had found a moment of connection, laughter, and warmth. And as you stood there, heart racing, you knew that this was only the beginning.

Last Update; November 28th 2024

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ — · ciaren/kie — ·

: bisexual · any prns · multifandom :

1. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 2. 𝐟𝐚𝐪

- will write:

- poly

- wlw

- queer reader

there’s always two dumb bitches (hi nat) telling each other “exactlyyyyy”