They were riding out of the town that they stayed in. 

Stan and (y/n) rode their horses next to each other and talked to each other a little, then suddenly, a brown horse would've caught up to their speed, grabbed (y/n) by her waist, lifted her off her horse, and took her so easily.

During the chaos, (y/n) shouted for Betsy to go home, which was a phrase that she knew well, and she had an amazing memory so her horse went home. 

It would've been two men, the one in the back would've tied her tight with robes and tied a white cloth around her mouth so that she wouldn't yell anymore. 

Stan recognized one of the men as the one that (y/n) smiled at when they first arrived and went into that bar, he whipped the lease to get hotshot into a run to chase after the two men, getting close enough to where he pulled off the rope that was attached to his belt, tying it into a quick bowline rope, then throw it around in the air to create momentum, and throwing it to perfectly go over (y/n)'s head and down to her torso where he'd tighten the rope around her, he started to stand up in his saddle to gain a little height before tugging on the rope hard which pulled on (y/n) and out of the man's grip on her, riding hotshot to catch her in his arms. 

It was a very easy save from her little kidnapping, it was a rush of adrenaline to Stan like he still had the ability of Wild West.

With Stan being able to completely prevent the kidnapping, the two men had no interest in taking (y/n) back because it was just supposed to be a quick take, but then it wasn't. 

He held her close to his chest, slowing Hotshot down to a stop, his frown from the two men softened when he turned his focus and gaze towards (y/n) who was tied up and gagged with a white cloth tied around her head. 

Stan removed the gag from her mouth by tugging it down to fall and rest on her collarbone, just a regular white bandanna, he scanned her face carefully, ".. You alright, darlin?" 

And he swore that he was listening to her while she spoke, he listened to her thank him, and how she was impressed by the way he used his rope to throw around her and pull her. 

Then things started to get a little fuzzy while his eyes traveled down to her collarbone and her cleavage which was accentuated by the tightness of the ropes. It was more prominent, sincerely, better than her corset that hugged her tight.

 Jesus, it was almost unbelievable how perfect her chest looked with those ropes around her bodice, Stan started to shake his head at it while he felt her lean into the crook of his arm a little more. 

(y/n)'s words trailed off while she watched him shake his head, furrowing her eyebrows gently towards him, ".. Are you listening to me?" She noticed how he didn't meet her gaze at all, so she didn't think he was listening to what she was saying at all about how she'd have to ride on his horse since Betsy went home. 

And Stan gently kissed his teeth, growing into a smile, ".. They tied these ropes.." pausing to take a moment to look at her chest, ".. Tight" and (y/n) was been quick to let out a scoff, nudge him away with her shoulder to say, ".. My eyes are up here"

The way his eyes slowly started to wander across her chest to her collarbone, up her neck to her lips and finally her eyes made (y/n) blush, he always had such flirty, soft eyes towards her. 

(y/n) started to get a little shy towards him, letting it grow a little quiet while he looked into her eyes before saying gently, ".. So.. untie me"

So begrudgingly, swaying his head back and forth until Stan nodded his head, giving a soft, okay, before lifting her a little against his shoulder to hold her close so that she didn't fall onto the ground. He got one more look at her chest before turning her around, ".. For the record, I was listenin'" Looking at the knot, he started to try to loosen it. 

(y/n) shook her head gently, ".. Then what did I say?" her question made Stan stop for a second, and grow into a lazy smile, tugging on the rope which gradually pulled her a little closer towards him, ".. You thanked me and said you were impressed by me" touching his fang gently with his tongue while he heard her softly laugh.

".. What else did I say?" (y/n) challenged, she was met with silence from him while he thought and tried to recall what she had said to him, though failing to, Stan smiled, ".. What else was left for you to say?" like the compliment was more than enough and anything more than that would just feed his ego.

(y/n) shook her head again, ".. If your head got any bigger, we'd oughta.." her sentence stopped abruptly with an ow because Stan accidentally pulled too hard on the ropes which pulled her back against his chest while trying to loosen the knot. 

It would've grown a little quiet between them while her back pressed against his chest, and he leaned a little forward where she could hear his breathe gently against her ear, her heart would've quickened, turning her head slowly, to touch her cheek to her shoulder, she blushed while he whispered through a teasing smile, ".. This is why you shouldn't smile at people" and (y/n) broke into a smile at his own 'I told you so' hoping that her heart would calm itself down while she looked forward again with an annoyed hum, "..mhm"

When Stan finally got her untied, he was so excited to share the same horse, fantasying about the way she'd ride in the front with his arms securely around her, whispering in her ear to make her laugh and using his hand to travel a little up her skirt to squeeze and hold her inner thigh, the way he'd think about the way she'd laugh in such a flirty way and tell him to mind his hands. 

But felt a little disappointed when they stood in front of each other next to Hotshot, waiting for the other to climb on to ride in front. Stan stared at her carefully, squinting his eyes gently at her like they were in a standoff, with his hand offered to help her up, ".. Go on, get on"

(y/n) looked so confused with her furrowed eyebrows, crossing her arms to look at him, shaking her head gently at him, ".. Aren't you supposed to get on first?" watching how he placed his offered hand onto Hotshot's coat, feeling the softness of it before saying, ".. well, I would just feel safer if you were in front" Stan growing into a smile, ".. With my arms around you so that no one could.. get at ya" 

(y/n) thought about it for a second, how flirty he was, and how incredibly sweet his reasoning seemed, tilting her head a little to think before simply saying in an even tone of voice ".. get on the horse" starting to break into a smile towards him while he frowned and begrudgingly climbed onto Hotshot, but still offering his hand towards her to help her climb onto the back which she also refused, pulling herself up on the tall horse.

Settling on the horse, (y/n) adjusted herself behind him, and carefully placed her hands on his hips, over his belt, she wasn't sure where else to place her hands to hold onto him. He was too tall to hold onto his shoulders, and she thought that wrapping her arms around him would be too intimate, so his hips were the safest thing to hold onto. 

Stan stared straight ahead, holding the leash of the horse and waiting patiently for her to be settled, frowning a little at the placement of her hands, he let go of the leash to move her hands. Gently pulling them forward where her arms pushed through his arms and wrapping them around his torso, her hands on his chest, Stan grew into a satisfied smile when hearing her laugh while she pressed her cheek against the middle of his back, ".. There, nice and safe" rubbing his thumb gently against her wrist before letting go and holding onto the leash again, whipping it and hitting the side of his feet against hotshot to get him going again. 

Stan grew to like the warmth of (y/n), her hands and her body were so warm against him, he could wrap himself in her embrace all day and through the night.

They traveled like that while getting onto a forest path, and it grew a little quiet between them.

 (y/n) messed with a button on his shirt, twisting it with her index finger and her thumb while she thought in silence, before saying, ".. You know.. when I first saw you in that bar.." pausing for a second, she wasn't sure if he heard her from behind him, until Stan reached his arm back to hold the side of her thigh, making a quick joke about what she'd say, ".. You thought I was good-lookin?" growing into a teasing smile, that turned into a brighter smile when (y/n) continued, ".. I thought you were short" 

Stan crackled loudly, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, what she said was funny, and shaking his head a little, "What brought that on?" (y/n) smiled against his back, lifting her shoulder to touch her cheek softly to act as a shrug, "I don't know, I was just thinking about how tall you are" 

Stan's laugh gently settled into a smile, letting it grow a little quiet while he thought about the first time that he saw her, what he thought about her, ".. Well.." he started, absolutely rubbing the side of her thigh with his thumb while he thought about how to explain it, ".. I thought you were beautiful when I first saw you.. like.." pausing for a second, then continuing while he found the words, ".. Needing to desperately know your name type of beautiful" and he did, he had an instant attraction towards her like it was magnetic. 

If she wasn't looking for him, he would've gone looking for her. 

And (y/n) pulled an arm away to push hair behind her ear, "Because I'm (hair/color)?" pushing her arm back through the space between his arm that held her thigh and his torso, she thought that it was of her hair color, but it wasn't. 

Stan remembered how there was a brief moment when their eyes met before she looked away from him, it was only just a moment, growing quiet while he thought about it, shaking his head, ".. Because of yer eyes.."

The way they shined, how carefully they perceived things, admired things, even judged things gently, it was her (color) eyes that enamored him, he just didn't know how to express it in words. 

(y/n) couldn't help but blush a little, wondering why it was her eyes, she couldn't help herself but like him, the things he'd say, how he'd say them, and especially the way he'd hold her, touch her. 

It was easy to fall in love with that.

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I'm such a slut for Stan, idc.