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─ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

summary: she tries to deny it, but truth is, she's falling in love with him

warnings: language, angst, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking

pairings: johnny ringo x outlaw!oc (⨍)

“You make me feel…you make me feel,” she said quietly, fiercely, a tremble on her lip and bottle clutched so tight she swears it’ll shatter in her hands, “and I don’t like it. I want it to stop.”

He looks at her, quiet and foreboding as he’s always been, thumbs tucked in his sash as they always are, hat dipped below his eyes like it always is. She hates when he looks at her that way.

Quiet. Hungry. Carnal.

She hates when her heart races and leaps into her throat when he tilts his hat just so, hates when her knees quiver with every step his take. Ever so languid — smug, even — towards her like they’re the only two in the damn roo. She hates how dizzy he makes her when his fingers lace through her sash, tugs her close enough she can see the hazel in his dark eyes and smell the lingering cigar smoke on his breath.

She hates how it makes her feel.

Weak. Vunerable. Desired.

She hates it.

And yet…

She never wants him to stop.

“Everly…”

She can’t bear to look at him.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Rough fingers hook under her chin, tilting just so his lips are a moments away from hers she can taste the whiskey on his breath and inhale the lingering fumes of cigars. It leaves her dizzy and shaken and drunk on only the feeling of him.

“Johnny…,” she whispers. A warning. A plea. A prayer on the tip of her tongie all he has to do is reach out and taste it.

The thought thrills and scares her.

Something shifts behind his eyes, darker as they flutter down to her lips, her nose, her brow before they return to her own.

“What do I make you feel?” He whispers the words into her mouth, her head swimming when his fingers hook into her sash, pulling her so close her hips knock into his, and she swears her heart’s stopped beating right in her chest.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I love you.

The bottle slips from her hands.

“I look at you, and I just love you,” the confession is so small, so quiet, hardly above a whisper. A mere note hanging on the end of a song he can hear that damn lunger playing just a few saloons down.

He hears it. He hears it and hangs on to every word.

“I love you, Johnny. And it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.”

Hi lovely!!!

Can you write a head cannon about how Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo behave when they're jealous seeing the reader flirt with another man. 🙏

Oh my gosh when I tell you I got so excited for this. I hope this isn’t too much like the other one I did previously but there might be some carry over

Curly Bill

He is livid. Absolutely fuming. He hated watching these sad excuses for Cowboys come up and try to win your affection over a drink or a few pretty words, but when you choose to do it? Oooo you’re in for it.

You both had gotten into a fight. It was a silly fight, really, but his pride and your stubbornness refused to let the sleeping dog lie. You couldn’t even remember what the fight was about (a product of the liquor you both consumed that night having a massive part to play in that) but Brocius was refusing to even utter a simple ‘hello’ to you

Alright, two can play at that game

You decide to pick yourself up off the floor and get dressed in your best. If he was going to be furious with you, you were going to make sure you damn well earned it

It started with ignoring him completely as you left camp, letting McMasters help you onto your horse (you knew Brocius liked to reserve that task only for himself, all to his testament that he would be the only gentleman you needed to turn to)

You knew he’d follow you into town sooner or later — he could never stay away from the night life for long, so you made for the saloon you both preferred to frequent

The night is still young, ladies and gentlemen just starting to fill the saloon, and you blatantly ignore the red sashes that filter through the black and gray suits

“More champagne?” The tycoon whose name you’ve already forgotten offers with a smile, chuckling as you raise your glass to him. He was charming, you had to admit. He had something warm in his eyes, but they never compared to the fire that burned in Brocius’s, that spark so devilish you had no choice but to follow in sin

Suddenly you feel a hand on your waist, nearly yanking you out of your chair into the embrace of a warm figure

Your hands find purchase in a familiar red tunic, and you glance up to see the man of the hour himself, looking positively red and furious. (You never knew Brocius could turn such a shade, no matter what attitude you threw his way you’d never seen him even change color)

You take a quick glance between the two men, immediately clocking the tension in the air, and fueled by the stupidity and pettiness of alcohol, you decide to make it worse

You slither out of Brocius's grip, and saddle up right next to the tycoon, a smile on your face all the while. "Good evening, Curly Bill. I see you've met my latest friend. He and I were just discussing the latest improvements to the Oriental. Care to join us?”

His features turn sour (if such a thing was possible, he was looking positively green mere moments ago) tongue rolling over his cheek, and you know you’ve got a long night ahead of you

Johnny Ringo

If you thought Brocius was bad Johnny is a god damn nightmare

Don’t even get me started on the lengths this man would go to when establishing that you belong to him and no one else — even when the two of you weren’t even courting

Johnny always had a watchful eye, even more so when it came to watching you. Even before the both of you began courting, you’d catch him staring in crowded saloons or high up in the boxes of the Bird Cage Theater.

You didn’t mind it. You’d knew about the infamous Johnny Ringo, heard the legends his name carried, saw the way he carried himself. Always on the hunt for something. Head always on a swivel. You wanted to know the mystery behind the man, what life had been conjured up behind those dark eyes of his.

You finally had the chance to meet him one night at the Oriental, chatting with your friends at the bar when he walks past. He locks eyes with yours and instantly your entranced by the quiet outlaw

To save face, you flash him the smallest of smiles (to be polite, you remember telling a friend) and turn back to the giggling mess your friends have turned into

You don’t watch him leave, but you feel a set of eyes on you all night, even as Mayor Behan introduces himself to your little group with that charming smile of his and wicked sense of humor. He offers your group the finest of wines and champagnes, and while your friend indulge themselves in the Mayor’s money, you prefer to keep an eye on the man you can’t stop thinking about

You notice he likes to watch, too. He’s tucked away in his own little dim corner of the bar, puffing at a cigar as he plays a hand of poker with other Cowboys. Every now and then his cigar lights up his features under the brim of his hat, and his gaze is always set to you. Waiting. (You’re not sure what for; you’ve always loved to play Cat and Mouse, and if he was willing to look at you like you’re dripping sin just for him, you were going to made sure he worked for it)

And just like that, a little match sparks an idea

You turn away from the Outlaw entirely, leaning in closer to Behan as he spins a tale about rescuing a poor kitten out of a tree. A few friends of his arrive too, joining your little group as they vouch for him. You hit it off with one of them right away. Cole, his name is, and he makes you laugh nearly as hard as your brothers did when you were kids. He’s a nice little distraction from the Outlaw lurking in the corner — and a perfect motivator.

You never expected your little game to end so soon

Just as Cole reaches for another glass of wine to pour you, a quarter leaps between the both of you, recoiling in shock as a gray outfit squishes between the small space Cole had once filled

You’re completely surprised to see Johnny Ringo, looking as deadly as the Grim Reaper and oozing sin. He orders a shot of whiskey, eyes set directly on you, before adding another glass of champagne to his order. “That is your weapon of choice tonight, am I correct?”

Your cheeks burn with the question. You expected this game to last a little longer, if you were playing a game at all. He seemed to skip all of the pieces on the board and went straight for your king.

It takes you a moment to recover yourself, but Cole is quicker, interjecting until Ringo’s fingers fly to his holsters.

“Best leave us alone, or it’s your body they’ll be parading down these streets in the morning.”

“I don’t remember asking for a white knight in shining armor to come to my rescue, Mister Ringo.” You say, watching Cole storm out of the bar, ears burning red and face a little pale.

He leans in close, invading your space with the presence of him, tipping his hat just so it’s the two of you. “You didn’t. I’m not the knight you read in fantasy books.”

“No?” You tease, hand over your heart in faked shock. “Then what character will you play in mine?”

“The dragon.”

[ i am so sorry y’all this feels so rushed AND ITS SO LATE. life has been kicking me in the butt lately and i so desperately wanted to get this out sooner but my brain pan is currently on fire and there’s no fire extinguisher in the kitchen. let me know if you want to see more! ]

Hi lovely!!

Will you write a head cannon about Curly Bill Johnny Ringo hurt the reader's feelings...🙏💕

Ooo we already starting this one out strong. I’m such a sucker for anything angst (just ask my cowriter on our other blog I’ve got emotional breakdowns to a science at this point) so this was such a fun one to do. This is going to be a female centered POV

Curly Bill Brocius

Since you’d met, he’d always claim you were the one for him. There wouldn’t have been any other

You always believed him. He always seemed so head-over-heels in love just seeing you walk up to his tent, compliment your every outfit no matter how dirty or torn it was, calling you his starlight every chance he could. Nothing you could have done would have turned him away

It seemed you both were in it for the long haul

Until you caught him in a brothel with another woman

She was everything you weren’t

Where your skin was calloused from years out on a ranch, she was smooth as butter. Where you were stout and toned, she was thin and delicate.

You heart sunk and shattered when he uttered your nickname to her

You couldn’t take it any more, turning on your heel and racing off into the night.

You couldn’t believe him. After everything you shared, all you’d done, every silly little fight and every dance he swept you up in was nothing but a lie. Every memory shared under the canopy of the stars, whispering futures of fortune and fame to the heavens, and he had thrown it all away

Johnny Ringo

Johnny was never an emotional man. So much more reserved compared to the loose cannons the Cowboys were infamous for. But not your Johnny. Never. Always the reserved man, the first to arrive and the first to leave. Never sticking around too long where he knows he wasn’t needed. It’s just how he was.

You loved him for it. Loved how he was the eye in the hurricane the Cowboys would bring through Tombstone. He was the roll of gentle thunder after a flash of lightning, the wind coaxing the beginning flames of a forest fire.

You only ever saw his resolve break when Billy died.

You try to lure him back to the tent, back to the comfort of your arms, and it’s a war to fight back the sinking in your heart when he shoves you away.

“Get off me. Can’t you see I don’t want you here?”

Fuck…that…

That hurt more than any bullet could

You don’t bother to shoot back a snarky reply — your heart and pride too wounded to even conjure up one — instead choosing to brush at dirt you know isn’t there on your coat and spin on your heel back to your tent.

You know he didn’t truly mean it. He never could. Not after he promised you the sun and stars. The heavens and the earth. But the anger, the hate, that flooded his features towards you was too much for your already fracturing heart to bear.

Wow this one feels like it kind of sucked. Writing has been hella difficult lately, so I’m sorry this isn’t as good as I could have made it to be. I am working on a few projects so hopefully those will redeem me

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Thank you for your writing!!

Can you do Ringo and Curly Bill first date with reader?🙏

ahh of course! this would have been out sooner but the holidays got the better of me lol

Curly Bill Brocius

This man is excited

He’ll go on for days leading up to the date all the ideas he wants to do with you

It takes Ike nearly bashing in his skull for him to settle down and really think

While he’s the life of the party, he wants something for just the two of you. He can get very possessive when he wants, and he doesn’t want to leave anything to chance, especially when it comes to his future relationship with you

So he opts for a picnic out in the country. He picks a few small things up from a shop and maybe a bottle of whiskey (or wine, if you prefer) and takes you for a trail ride

The whole way he’s pointing out the animals you two encounter, and tells you the time he mistook a Gila Monster for a Longnose snake and nearly got bit. He’ll point out the kinds of flowers that grow best in the spring after the thaw, and which plants heal sunburns best.

When you arrive, you see that he’s taken you to a small little spring tucked away in the mountains, where the both of you listen to the water and get to know one another better

Johnny Ringo

He chooses quieter locations, but knows with his reputation it’d be best for your peace of mind to be out in the open

He takes you a quiet little restaurant on the edge of town, just far enough out not to have Cowboys hounding the both of you constantly, but close enough you feel like he isn’t going to just up and have his way with you (as if he would ever do that, his mother would rise from her grave and beat him with a wooden spoon)

Dinner’s a teasing affair. While he’s with the Cowboys, Johnny’s usually reserved and quiet, never speaking unless spoken to. But with you? On your own? The man’s an absolute tease. He’ll pick tables that are just a little too short and will playfully grab fistfuls of your clothing and run it between his fingers just to watch you struggle to keep your composure. He’ll teach you phrases in Latin and sport the biggest grin when he translates the naughty sentence and watch your face burn bright red. It’s all in good fun, though. If he notices you aren’t comfortable with it, he stops

After dinner he’ll take you on a walk, and the two of you will point out the constellations you see