Hello (Micah Bell x Reader)

Boy Drama

It's been a week after the little scene with Arthur, and everybody still avoids me well except Micah...

I walk over towards the girls to see if they wanted help with the mens laundry, Ms. Grimshaw just shoves a basket full of Micah's clothes into my arms. "Wash those since you fancy him."

I blushed. "I-I don't fancy the man, I just met him a week ago."

"Well you are a whore, I heard Kieran talking to Dutch. Telling him how you slept with Colm." She growled, while scrubbing at Arthur's muddy shirt.

"Now ma'am, I understand you hate me. But don't judge when you don't know the full story, and last time I checked all of you were whores, even Abigail. Oh and I was a mercenary for Colm not a whore, all of the women in that camp were raped, including me. So I'm sorry, but next time you call me a whore, or mention me fucking Colm I will not be afraid to cut your tongue off." I growled and puffed up getting into Ms. Grimshaw's face.

"Now young lady! I am the boss, YOU do not tell me ME what to do! I give the orders to the girls including you, so you listen!"

"Why should I listen when I'm being held hostage, I only came here for help. But look where it got me, trapped in this camp with horrible people! The only people I will show kindness to is Dutch and Micah, for they have been the only ones to show me kindness!"

Ms. Grimshaw just grumbles and storms off, I smile with pride. I actually won the fight!

"Now is that the way to treat your elders young lady?" A joking voice murmured from behind me. I chuckle and turn towards Dutch. To admit I have been getting feelings for Dutch, but I also have them for Micah... and they both know it.

"Walk with me Ms. L/N." Dutch murmured with a flirtatious smile. I nod and loop my arm with his, he leads me towards the river down the hill from camp.

"Where are we going Dutch?" I ask, I wonder what his intentions are right now. Its so hard to read him, I love it but hate it at the same time.

"Why we are going to the river to have a nice picnic." He murmured while nudging my shoulder playfully, I giggle.

"Oh, a picnic? why do you want to have a picnic with me?"

"Well your kind, beautiful and best off all, your not scared to back down from a fight. Your always ready for one, alert and ready to show you are not the type to be messed with." I smile at his words, well until we run into Micah who is fishing next to the spot Dutch chose to have a picnic.

"Micah, what you doin here?" Dutch called.

"Oh I don't know, maybe trying to stop you from flirtin with Y/n. You know I like her, she's a beautiful girl, so I won't let you take her."

"Now now boys, stop arguin. why don't you join our picnic Micah, why don't we just get along." Dutch looked up with pleading eyes, begging me to tell Micah to leave, but he soon gave up when he saw I made up my mind. 

"Alright, I'll join. But you better not touch my girl." Micah warned Dutch.

"Hey! I'm not a piece of property! I can choose who touches me, an who dates me. I will not have you claiming me without me agreeing to being yours." I growl out, trying to hold my anger in and not beat Micah to a pulp. But soon I feel Dutch's hand on my shoulder.

"Y/n right, she is not a piece of property. We do not own her, and we do not control her like a piece of trash, or treat her like a child."  I nod to Dutch's words, but deep down I knew Micah was still going to call me his. To admit, I kind of like hearing him call me his.

"Alright! Sorry, I just don't like seeing other men touch her is all, she's not a whore for a random man to just touch for no reason." Micah murmured with a hint of a growl in his voice.

"Now boys, why don't we start our Picnic!" I call while clapping my hands together.