Red Dead Redemption 2 - One Shots, Lemons and Imagines

Lenny Summers: Flowers For A Lady

(Ever since you had become a member of the Van der Linde Gang, it seemed that Lenny had taken a liking to you. However, this fact doesn't seem to ever make itself known to you, even after receiving a gift from the lovable outlaw.) 

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   From the very moment you had stepped foot into camp, it seemed as though you were going to be an excellent addition. Not too long after your arrival, Miss Grimshaw spared no time in assigning you daily chores to complete to keep the camp running like a well oiled machine. 

   Giving that Dutch had so generously allowed you to stay, you figured you were going to do everything you could to earn your keep. Whether you needed to stitch together all of the men's tattered clothing, or scrub all of the dishes a million times a day. You wanted to send the message that you were thankful for your place in the camp, and that you were willing to continuously work for it. 

   And after several weeks sending this very message, Dutch and especially Miss Grimshaw began to notice. But other members of the gang had noticed as well. Including one young man that seemed to become captivated by your presence. 

   It was the very first day in the new camp dubbed Horseshoe Overlook. It appeared to be the most tranquil, peaceful spot that you had ever visited. The weather there also never appeared to be too smoldering hot or too blistering cold, not like up in those godforsaken mountains. But because of this picture perfect weather, it practically made everyday the most perfect day to sew as much as you could. 

   Of course, this was the first task of the day that you had been assigned. 

   The very moment you had finished your small helping of coffee, Miss Grimshaw approached you, marching as if it were an urgent matter. And it her mind, it always was when it concerned the camp or the well being of the main men of the gang. 

   That particular morning, you had been sitting on the crate separating the two canopies that the rest of the women would normally relax underneath. Except Miss Grimshaw and Molly O'Shea, of course. To your left side, relaxing on one of the blankets on the ground was Mary-Beth, who was possibly the sweetest gem you'd ever meet. 

   "When you're done, miss, I need Mr. Summers' shirt and coat stitched back together, as soon as possible." Miss Grimshaw requested, thrusting the button down shirt into your lap. "They seemed to have been torn a bit during his misadventures with Mr. Bell the other day." Miss Grimshaw explained, standing over you with a straight back and staring down at you with her somewhat cold eyes. You examined the tears in the jacket and the button down, the both tearing the seams that connected the right sleeves to the shoulders of the clothing. 

   After the brief examination of the clothing, you set your empty coffee cup down beside your feet and met her eyes. "Consider it done, Miss Grimshaw." You answered simply, not wanting to rebel like Karen seemed to sometimes. 

   "Very good." Miss Grimshaw nodded simply in reply before turning on her heel and marching off. Mary-Beth simply watched in astonishment after the older woman stomped away. 

   "Wow. That might've been the only time she's never yelled in response to someone." Mary-Beth managed to whisper quietly in your ear, causing a little giggle to spill from you. 

   "You might be right." You answered simply, reaching for a nearby sewing needle and matching threads to both of the items of Lenny's clothing. "Didn't you find that odd though? You think Karen finally slipped something into her morning coffee?" Mary-Beth questioned hastily. From the adorable glimmer in her eyes, it almost seemed as though she wanted that to be the case. Yet another giggle escaped your lips as you threaded the needle with the white thread, matching the button down shirt.