red dead redemption 2 • pref. and imagines

they first start flirting with you°

Arthur

He wouldn't be particularly obvious about it, but moments alone with you would be his favourite. He would be able to flirt easier then and it would be much more obvious. It wouldn't be anything dirty, but comments about your eyes and smile would be his favourite. Without the moments alone, you'd not be able to tell he was sweet on you. The gang noticed sometimes and wouldn't say anything while you were there, but when you were gone, all hell would break loose.

Dutch

No one would breathe a word when they watched you two. You were perfect matches, and the gang enjoyed watching the back and forth. He would tease, whether it be playful or dirty. He took you out often, bought you a drink, stopped his horse to pick the flowers from the bank. Normally, when he left camp, he asked people to keep you company or give you gifts he had left. His flirting was relentless, and you enjoyed it, especially when you were alone. Thinking back on these moments made Dutch smile.

Javier

Speaking to you would be a gift for him. He'd insist on waiting for you to arrive for anything, not before bigging himself up to the boys. His words were gentle, but biting, and he began teaching you Spanish. Only for you two to flirt in the language. He'd sit beside you and strum his guitar, humming his own tune about your beauty, and he'd sit in your company just to tease you. The boys would joke all the time, only for you to get flustered. Javier would laugh and chime about your beauty till the day ended.

Charles

To say the man adored talking to you would be an understatement. He'd wait for you to arrive back from somewhere, only to spring from the shadows to playfully tease you. Some might say he didn't flirt, but they were wrong. He would take you out on trips, and then the flirting would be obvious. He hated doing it in front of anyone. You simply smiled and played along, only for him to compliment your eyes again. He loved your eyes.

Sean

He was an obvious little bugger. He didn't care who saw or who said, and he'd display his affection for you in front of the entire camp, or sing an Irish tune for you. Arthur would be his wingman. On nights of merriment, he would be the first to ask you to dance, and he would flourish compliments over and over, making you embarrassed. The entire gang would be laughing and jeering, making fun at Sean. He wouldn't care. He wanted your attention and no one else's.

Lenny

He was sweet. The sweetest. Nothing playful or dirty, he was young and much more innocent than the others. He didn't want to hurt your feelings, nor let you take your eyes off him, so he was kind. He liked your hair. And your smile. He was a sunbeam when days were rough, and he'd just come sit while you were reading or washing, speaking in a soft tone with gentle words and a humourous vibe. Everyone knew he was sweet on you, but they were blind to make fun of it.