Just some random one-shots of a fandom people don't even know about.
Filled with random One-Shots and short mini series.
*Reader Insert Friendly (M/GN/F)
*Rating: Mild to Diablo
*Slow to Update
*Requests: OPEN (Just Slow-Read First Page Rules)
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🆆🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶: Cussing|Swearing|Cursing, Xenophilia,Stalking, Female!Reader, Crack Fic, OOC, Human!Reader, Reader Insert, AU|Canon Divergence 🆃🅷🅴🅼🅴: Old West 🅿🅰🆁🆃: 1/?
[1]Within the early morning hours, eyes scanning across the land like a hawk looking for prey. Using your hand as a shield to block out the glaring sun.
"Do you see anything, Betty Lou?" You said with a giggle, you adjusted your seating upon your prized cow, she mooed in response. Patting the cow's neck, "Yeah, you're right. Nothings going on." With a sigh, you made a motion, steering Betty Lou in the direction of your Ma's farm. "Let's get going before that woman dies from worry." Upon your journey home, you spotted your elder brothers teaching new riders. You stuck your tongue out at them, they probably didn't see it anyway, too focused on the project at hand. They were the morons that got you a cow instead of a horse, they thought it would be funny! And your dad went with the idea before he up and left back to the military. Assholes. Soon you spotted your mother sitting in her favorite rocking chair,
"[NAME]!" The woman called out, you knew you were in some form of trouble. She wasn't even looking in your direction when your mom spoke, "You got mail!" You perked up at this, you barely got any, maybe it was from your father! "Now get off that darn thing and come over." With a huff, your feet touched the ground. You patted your cow one last time before heading into the porch, upon approaching the graying woman. She slid the white envelope into your hand as she shuffles through the rest in her tan hand, you were kinda jealous of that. The sun tans your ma's skin so well and to add that marvelous muscles to boot. Sometimes you thought your ma was a bodybuilder half of the time. You spotted Betty Lou chasing a chicken as you entered your home, you smiled at her silliness.
"Thank you, Ma." She hummed in response, "Let's see what we got here." Using the silver letter opener, the paper ripped with ease. You couldn't wait to read this parchment, discarding the outer case onto the counter next to the sink. Letting out your held breath as you unfolded the paper, you took notice it was even and not the slightest off. That was satisfying in your end. Your face fell, [EYE COLOR] narrow, lips pressed into a thin line. Oh no, another love letter... You hate these. Every couple of months to a year you've been receiving them, you didn't have a clue who the person was. They never signed it, but the handwriting was so beautiful. You could never read it, it was one of those super old fashion cursive writing. So you always had your Ma read it to you, she too was a master at this writing style along with Grandpa and Grandma. You made your way to the living-room, making a poor attempt to read this darn thing.
"What do ya got there darling?" The voice of your grandma made you look to the elderly lady,
"Another one of those sorry sorts of letters that I can't read." You waved the parchment, your grandmother made a come here gesture.
