Red Dead Redemption 2 - One Shots, Lemons and Imagines

Micah Bell: I'll Kiss It Better

( The reader, gets into an argument with Dutch, then proceeds to go to practice her shooting before Micah comes onto the scene, following her on the heels of the massive argument.) 

Word Count: 1392

Reader's Point of View: 

   "Damn it, (Y/F/N)! Why don't you want to keep the faith with me now?! Are you really going to stoop to the level where Arthur and John have? Are you going to betray me? Doubt me?" Dutch screamed in my wake as I stormed to the hitching posts. "How are we betraying you, Dutch?" I screamed back at him as I turned from my steed, raising my arms and feeling stinging tears forming in my eyes. I was screaming and arguing with the man that had taken me in, taught me to read, write, and survive. Now, that man's mentality was going down the tubes. 

   "No one around you was against you before you suddenly began losing it!" I added, watching as his face turned red with anger. "You three are all the same! You don't trust in my plan, you need to trust me, stay with me!" Dutch berated, pointing to me, John and Arthur, with them both giving him such looks of hatred. If looks could kill, Dutch would be dead on the spot. 

   "And what great plans you make, Dutch! Almost every single one ending with one of us losing our own, and we can't take it much longer. You won't accept the fact that this blonde snake and whoever else is getting into your mind and poisoning it! If anyone here is being unfaithful, its you! You have been the one doubting us!" I found myself ranting and before I even knew it, his calloused hand that had reached out for my own when I was a starving orphan, had brought down a swift slap across my left cheek. As the sound of his skin striking mine echoed through the camp, the members who had been brave enough to stay all gasped and began whispering as they continued watching the scene unfold. Meanwhile, Micah was sitting at the table near the entrance of the cave and Dutch's tent. 

   Huffing harshly as I brought my gaze back to meet his, he stuttered, "(Y/F/N, I... I'm so sorry... Oh, my precious girl..." Pushing him with both arms, I hissed, "Fuck off away from me..." Dutch actually allowed himself to stumble back, watching with a defeated face as I mounted my horse and turned her reins from the post, screaming for her to gallop from the camp. Tears continued stinging my eyes as I rode out of Murfree Country to my favorite spot in the depths of the woods. Ever since the beginning of his downward spiral, I'd begun using this spot as a getaway from the chaos, using it for reading, writing, and shooting. And right now, I needed something to shoot before I aimed my rifle directly between Dutch's eyes. 

   Instead of hitching my steed to a branch as a post, I allowed her to wander and graze the grass while I pulled my rifle from her saddle bag. "That's a good girl." I praised her as I patted her man, causing her to whinny happily in reply. 

   I walked away from her and proceeded to kneel on one knee and take aim through the scope at the trees across the ravine and waterfall just feet below me and where I knelt on the edge of the cliff. I used every single inch of bark on each and every tree in the surrounding area as a target, pretending that Dutch's face was my target instead. Tears began to sting my eyes once more as I focused my eyes through the scope, repeatedly shooting one specific tree that was directly across the waterfall and ravine from me. Eventually, the tears began rolling down my cheeks and dripped onto the area where he had slapped me just moments ago and caused the red patch of skin to sting even worse then the tears of anger that were forming in my eyes. After a moment of not firing another shot, I dropped my rifle to the ground and sobbed loudly, holding my cheek and just remembering the times he and I spent together, the memories we had made. 

   Teaching me how to read Evelyn Miller's works, teaching me to write simple and complex sentences, helping me learn to ride the same Tennessee Walker that I still owned, loved and maintained to this day. Were all of those memories and moments just lies? Or had those memories faded from his poisoned mind and been replaced with plans and ideas that only led us into death?

   Sobbing and crying more from that possibility, I held myself and hugged tightly, coughing as the sobbing had intensified too much. "Crying won't solve your problems, y'know." A harsh voice greeted me. 

   I turned around and found that blonde rat, Micah standing behind me, with his back slightly leaning to one side as he stood and watched me break down. "Get the hell out of here, you goddamn snake. I had about enough of you, same with him." I motioned my hand for him to scurry off, which only made him walk closer and closer towards me. "You know I respect and love Dutch as a brother, but you also should know that I don't think it was even remotely right for him to hit you like that." I scoffed at Micah's words. "Oh please, Micah," I laughed slightly. "You know I don't believe one goddamn word you just said. You treat every woman in this camp like the dirt you walk on, including me. So how would I believe that you even remotely feel bad for how Dutch just treated me?" I harshly berated him. Normally, I'd feel bad for yelling at anyone even close to anything like this. But when it came to Micah, every time that I spoke to him this way, I was never even close to sorry. 

   "Look, (Y/F/N), I know you and I didn't quite get off on the right foot when I first came round here and I think it's best that we start over." Micah approached my back and I rolled my eyes at his words. "Now, don't give me that look, Miss. Maybe we can try it?" Micah asked as he held his hand out for mine to pull me from the ground. I rolled my eyes and picked myself up and off the ground myself. "Independent, ha. That's one thing I always liked most about you, y'know." Micah blurted out. "Huh?" I asked and he chuckled nonchalantly. He snatched my hand and quickly brought my body against his, wrapping his other arm around my waist. My breath hitched in my throat as my wide eyes met his twinkling ones. "W-What do you think you're doing?!" I asked. However, before he even bothered to answer me, he pressed his chapped lips against mine, closing his eyes and forcing mine to grow even wider as I watched everything in the last few seconds unfold. 

   After a few seconds, a blush grew across my cheeks as he continued kissing me. His arm held me tightly against what felt like a bigger belly then what I had usually seen from him, while his other hand still held my own, tightening as he forced the kiss to grow ever more passionate. Eventually I relaxed and allowed both of my hands to travel up his body and hold both sides of his face while both of his arms held my body tightly against his own. After what felt like forever of holding the same kiss, Micah and I managed to pull away from each other and he looked into my twinkling, (Y/E/C) eyes, releasing another nonchalant chuckle. 

   Before releasing his hold on my body, Micah pressed his lips against the red mark that Dutch had created, which had begun to fade before Micah even kissed it better. Or attempted to kiss it better. Chuckling once more, Micah stated, "See you back at camp, Miss (Y/L/N)." Micah then continued to let me go from his grasp, but not leaving before grasping one of my hands and kissing the tops of their knuckles, and sauntering back to his horse.