red dead redemption 2 • pref. and imagines

goddamn spiders • van der linde

requested by @DeadlyNightshade292

"Bless this morning light. You look angelic, Y/N." Tilly commented, making you squirm from the compliment.

"Oh, Tilly... I need to go grab some stuff from my tent. I'll be back in a moment." Before you could even reach the tent on the opposite side of the camp, holding the laundry, someone grabbed your arm, tugging you behind a tent. "Dutch!" You squealed.

"Miss L/N... What a pleasure bumping into you..." You rolled your eyes, turning to go put the laundry away, but he grabs you again, only to push a feverish kiss on your lips. "As beautiful as usual."

"Shut it." You give him a playful smile and move into the tent. He follows you like a puppy, with a bright grin, but a light tread. He didn't want anyone to know about this, and honestly, neither did you. Imagine the teasing. Bending down to put the clothes in a basket, you yelp. A huge spider has pleasantly made its way straight into the basket. "Oh, my." A quick brush with death, you'd say.

"What? Oh, fuck!" He jumps practically out of his skin at the large arachnid, and shakes his head. He's gone stark white. "No, no, no..."

"What? The spider? Can you grab it, I'm awful scared." He gave you a single, shocked and surprised look. He wrung his hands nervously and stares at the creature. "Dutch... Dutch Van Der Linde... Are you scared?"

"You mustn't tell a soul, please. But..." He pulls you in close to his lips. "I'm so very scared of spiders."

There's a resounding moment of silent before you let yourself explode into laughter, directing most of the eyes around camp in your way. Dutch drags you further into the tent and gives you a dark look.

"I'm sorry... Just sneak out the back and I'll go get Arthur. Go, you silly man." You laughed through words, ushering him out of the tent flap. "Goodness sake. Arthur?"

"Yes?"

"Could you help me?... There's a spider in here and Dutch wouldn't grab it. I'm simply terrified."

"Why wouldn't he grab it?" He asks, taking a step into the tent. "He scared?" Arthur chuckles to himself, but luckily is facing away from you, and you try to stifle the laugh that is threatening to slip.

"Goodness, I don't know. That man is a puzzle."

"He is indeed."

PLEASE REQUEST AND SUGGEST. I MIGHT START PUTTING THE SUMMARIES AT THE BEGINNING.

but I need your soft lil entries