#cleverslimepruneeggs

[hoeseamatthews]

So I had an idea.. it’s probably smutty. You can easily take it to smut. But the idea is that maybe reader is a tough mfer, male or female both work. Kinda one of those super cool cigarette between lips sultry smoky kinda people. If that makes sense. And maybe Sean and/or Kieran is a little scared of them. They’re a little terrifying, but there’s something about the way they are, their aura or something.. that makes you drawn to them.. maybe you want to learn everything about them.. maybe fuck?

Pairing: Sean MacGuire x Reader

Word Count: 962

Sean eyes you from across the camp, still trying to figure out exactly what it is about you that’s so alluring to him. He’s been this way since day one, and he’s never quite been able to place the exact thing that’s kick-started his fixation on you.

Honestly? Sean probably never will come clean about it, but he finds you quite intimidating. Now that he’s thinking about it, perhaps that’s why he’s subconsciously steered clear of you. He knows he can be a bit much at times, and he’d be a fool to push his luck that bit too far and get on your bad side after the tales he’s already heard about you.

And Sean definitely finds you attractive. The smoulder, your build, your features, the way you hold a cigarette between pursed lips while you sit by the campfire and oil your gun up, and how you carry yourself all just do it for him. He can’t lie, he’s found his mind drifting towards some…impure thoughts about you from time to time, too, but it’s probably the mystery surrounding you that attracts him the most and has him needing to know more about you.

Dutch and Hosea have the lowdown on you, of course, but to the majority of the camp, you’re still quite an enigma. All that’s really known about you so far is your name, that you’ve proven yourself useful and more than willing to earn your keep in camp, and that you’re definitely not to be fucked with.

After considering it way longer than he’d intended to, Sean rises up to his feet and stands up straighter, inwardly screaming at himself to not back out of this while he sees off the last dregs of whiskey from the bottle he’s currently white-knuckling.

He’d hoped the liquid courage would help, but he clearly hasn’t drank nearly enough if the nerves still seem to be creeping through. He’s not quite as piss-your-pants scared as he thought he’d be, but he’s still forcing himself to stride on over to you and act seemingly confident so he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of you or anyone else in camp.

“I’ve been thinkin’,” Sean begins while he’s sauntering over to you, clearing his throat in hopes of concealing a slight waver in his voice, “We ain’t had the chance to really get to know each other yet!”

You hum in response, taking a second to pluck your cigarette from between your lips and flick it to the ground before stubbing it out with the heel of your boot. It’s such a simple action, but Sean is still completely enthralled. His eyes don’t stray from you for a second, whereas it’s quite the contrary on your part.

“Maybe there’s a reason for that. Bet you ain’t been thinkin’ about that.”

You roll your eyes, and you still don’t even bother to so much as cast a glance in his direction. You’re hoping he’ll take the hint and fuck off from whence he came, but no, of course Sean persists.

“Could I tempt ya with a drink? They’re on me.” he gives you a boyish grin, leaning in closer now that he’s gradually beginning to calm himself, “And who knows where the night’ll take us, eh?”

Sean suggestively waggles his eyebrows at you, and to his surprise, you shake your head chuckle, clearly amused. Except you’re not laughing with him, but rather, at him.

“I know what you’re gettin’ at, and trust me, I really don’t think you could handle this.” you motion your hands up and down your body, finally making eye contact with him, “Best you run along, now.”

Sean smirks at that, clearly still refusing to leave you alone. He’s finally found his feet, and he has no intention of turning away now. He’s got a slight laugh and eye contact out of you, which is more than he’s ever managed before, and he’s still aiming to get even more.

“Oh, don’t ya? Why don’t ya come show me a good time, then? Trust me, I know I can handle ya.”

You have to admit, this boy sure is persistent to the point of it being admirable. With a quirked brow and a smirk on your face, you take a proper look at Sean. He’s absolutely right in thinking you’re sizing him up, and though it had momentarily subsided, those damn nerves creep their way back into his system.

“You know you can? Wow. How cute. Never heard a man tell me that before.” you hum, taking a large step closer to him, staring him down with a wicked grin, “Tell you what, if you can hold your liquor as well as you run your mouth, we might just get along.”

Sean’s stomach does flips when your eyes meet his, and he swiftly swipes his tongue along his lower lip while he musters up a reply. He still can’t quite read you, and though he’s absolutely certain he’s jumping to conclusions, possibly risking being shot down in flames for doing so, it also has the potential to reap a high reward in the long run.

“Is that a yes? Knew ya wouldn’t be able to say no to me!”

Somehow, Sean keeps up the act of faux confidence, maintaining eye contact with you, but he still anxiously shifts on the spot. He’s hopeful, but he’s not getting his hopes up too high. He swears up and down that he earns a flicker of a smile from you before you shrug and slink your way back to your tent, not saying yes, but not saying no, either.

You’re leaving him in limbo for now, but you’re sure he just might start to grow on you by the time you eventually take him up on that drink.

[somethinwickedthiswayrides]

Can I have something like reader joins the gang after Kieran but they like them a lot, reader is just a really cool kinda person who can make money without trying that hard, just kinda a really good luck. And they see Kieran and all his bad luck and how he sleeps on the dirt and just starts spoiling the shit outta him. Giving him bed, blankets and tent and stuff, but is too cool to really say anything. Just hands him stuff silently, pats his head and walks away

Cleverslimepruneeggs asked: Also I would love to read your version of a story idea I was thinking of doing myself. I think I’ve made it clear I love Kieran, how about his reaction to a reader who nonchalantly goes out, collects money and things per usual, but then comes back with a coat, then next time a bedroll, then a tent, until over time Kieran has almost as nice a setup as Arthur or John, Reader just keeps spoiling the cute boi.

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ALRIGHT! :D Combining these two asks cause they are very similar~

I wasn’t sure how to end it, but I left it off with a favorite trope of mine.

Also going to tag @reddeadrevival in this cause she’s a Kieran stan and this’ll make her mushy! :D

You always were a lucky one.

A lucky birth, to presumably a lucky death.

Being a curious soul, you wanted to see just how far your luck could take you.

You fell into the Van Der Linde gang not too long after they set up camp in Horseshoe Overlook.

Everyone there was warm, welcoming, and friendly.

With maybe a few distrustful gazes.

But you weren't too worried.

You were a crack-shot with a gun, and you never seemed to cut yourself with your knife.

Next to no one could beat you when it came to games based around luck like Blackjack, though poker had it's learning curve.

Every mission you went out on was completed successfully with only minor setbacks.

It wasn't long until you become the gang little good luck charm.

But there was one that you noticed who had very little luck.

You asked Arthur about him and it turned out that he used to belong to a rival gang.

The O'Driscoll's.

He sold out his old gang to save himself, though he stood against hunger, thirst, filth, and abuse for nearly a month.

They didn't trust him with much more than taking care of the horses.

You watched the man, he clearly knew a great deal on horses and tack care.

You tried talking to him, though he kept mostly to himself, he didn't trust you too much.

You started feeling bad for him, cause he does so much around camp, yet he doesn't even have a bedroll of his own, let alone a tent.

After your next mission out you took a little detour, and from your own cut of the profits, you bought the man a bedroll so he didn't have to sleep in the dirt.

You handed it to him and he took it, though not without some protesting.

And it just went from there, after the first gift you just kept giving them.

After you found out where he set up his bedroll there was a small lean-to tent.

Then the lean-to became an actual full-sized tent.

Then the bedroll became a cot.

Then there was a table, and a chest, and a rug.

Kieran once caught you installing a leather table cover and he just stared at you.

You got a lot of flack from the other camp members, mostly teasing you about presumably having a crush on the man.

But you paid them no mind, You liked the boy and wanted to share your luck in spoiling him to pieces.

He works hard and he deserves it.

Kieran, he honestly doesn't know what to think.

Here he is, just being himself, taking care of the horses and giving Pearson fish, and he's getting so many comforts from you.

You give him clothes, a place to sleep, sometimes you'll even bring him his food, or a canteen of water while he's working.

And what do you ask for in return?

Not a damn thing.

In fact, you outright run away when he tries to repay you.

He decided to adopt your habit of just putting it into your tent rather than handing it to you.

He's left you flowers, pretty herbs, shiny rocks. Little trinkets he'd thought you'd like.

Honestly, the entire camp is probably making bets as to how long it'll take before one of you finally cracks and admits you're in love.

[have-some-gotdamn-faith]

AH I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER but this one is more 🧐 and less 😏😍. I was thinking. I wonder how everyone in camp would react to reader somehow attaining a pet wolf. A certified good boy™.

OH BOI, I like this idea. I like it very much >B) Let’s go down the list, shall we?

Cut for length cause this is way more than I intended tbh

One Good Boy™ and the Gang

– Abigail –

GODDAMN TERRIFIED

will NOT let Jack anywhere near it

you will get an absolute earful of precisely why it’s the absolute opposite of a good idea to keep a wolf around

will threaten to kill you and drag her family away from camp

in that order

– Arthur –

equal parts fascinated and ‘are you off your gotdamn rocker??’

always has a rifle on hand

tension is Palpable but does his best to hide it

makes a genuine effort to understand why you have a fucking wolf as a pet

does his best to help keep Jack away from it

will absolutely take the opportunity to draw it though

– Bill –

same as Arthur: ’The hell are you thinkin’–?’

but he’s also a dog guy—wolves are just danger dogs, right?

will ask the best way to approach the Good Boy, and takes your advice

it’s the most he ever listens to anyone, probably because it’s a fucking predator he’s tryna give Pets

will give Good Boy meat scraps to curry favour

damn near cries when it lays its head on his lap

– Charles –

is equal parts impressed and…not entirely happy?

this is a predator of the wild, not some pet

respect the wild and its inhabitants

but also he looks at you in a whole new light

the Good Boy and Charles can inhabit the same space and he won’t bother its peacefulness

they’re both happy to just Be

– the Girls –

neither Karen, Tilly or Mary want to get close to it

that is, until the wolf casually starts laying near them anytime they’re all congregated for gossip, sewing, reading, etc

they’re Uneasy, but there doesn’t seem to be any immediate threat

Tilly’s the first to start grabbing pieces of meat from Pearson’s cart

the rest soon follow, and they’ve all begun spoiling Good Boy

he protecc

– Dutch ‘n Hosea –

losing their damn mind, at first

literally everyone in camp is in Danger, til they see how much the wolf listens to you

still not entirely convinced, but Dutch is an opportunist and will absolutely cajole them into using the wolf as an intimidation venue

Hosea is literally ‘put that thing back where it came from or so help me’

extremely uneasy, very slow to convince that you have absolute control over Good Boy

– Javier –

won’t go anywhere near it

he doesn’t like the idea of a wolf in camp, period

of course the wolf approaches him curiously cause this one hasn’t tried to touch me, whym’st?

just like a cat, honestly

and he’s just ‘nopenopenopenope’

Javier is doing his damnedest to keep his distance and the wolf just keeps following him

he is Distressed, help him

– Jack ‘n John –

Jack has this wide-eyed curiosity

John has the good sense to leave well enough alone

needs to wrangle his son away from Good Boy constantly

he’s both worried for Jack, and what Abigail will do if he’s not helicoptering the boy at all times

Jack is found one morning sleeping with the wolf and everyone loses their fucking minds, but he’s happy as a clam

the wolf has taken Jack as its pup and now John is Distressed

– Kieran –

Scared For His Life

he’s almost certain the wolf can smell his fear, and rarely comes out of the comfort of the horses

the wolf just lays patiently outside camp sometimes, doesn’t even spook the horses

some of them even come up to nose Good Boy, cause they don’t sense any danger

this makes him curious, and he’ll gradually start to get closer and let the wolf sniff him

still scared tho

wakes up in the middle of the night with the wolf resting its head on his stomach—suddenly he feels a lot more safe

– Micah –

‘Get that goddamn thing outta here—!’

honest to God hates it, and the wolf hates him

constantly snapped and growled at

only reason he doesn’t shoot the damn thing is cause half the camp will riot if he does

they’re both happy to keep the entire camp’s distance from each other

will practically throw himself at any opportunity to stay out of camp and away from Good Boy

this elevates the wolf to a much higher level of acceptance tbh

Bonus!

– Pearson –

‘Just keep it away from the food and me, and we’ll be just fine.’

[reddeadrevival]

Can I ask for HCs if reader is an O’Driscoll spy at first, but falls for Sean or Charles, gets close to everyone in camp like family, and decides to stop reporting back. Then all hell breaks loose and everyone discovers the person they trusted was a spy for a month and a half, and the cause that many things happened. If this sounds interesting to ya ☻

Please check if the ask box is open AND read my “What I write” post before sending in an ask. Thank you.  

First I wanna say sorry this took literally forever for me to do

This got really angsty… I uhhh couldn’t really give it a happy ending just warning you now…hope you don’t mind. More a deconstructed thing than HCs. Went with Sean.

You had a job

It was simple

Infiltrate

Assimilate

Report back

Don’t get caught

But then he came back to their little family

You’d already grown to like everyone in the Van Der Linde Gang

They all cared about each other and seemed to care about you too

You’d sit around the fire at dinner time

Listening to stories and singing songs

You felt loved, you felt belonged

Colm made them all seem a lot more cold-hearted that they were

You had started to regret every time you left to report back

You were already considering just stopping

But then the day came they’d rescued him from Pinkertons

The moment you’d heard him speak

With his thick, cocky, Irish accent

You knew you were done for the moment he directed it at you with a grin

You’d always been a sucker for Irish accents

It’s actually one of the reasons you’d joined the O’Driscolls

(Though you’d never admit to that being one of the reasons)

To say you two hit it off was an understatement

…

Now Kieran was under the impression that you’d run away from the O'Driscoll’s gang

So he didn’t say anything about you having been one cause he didn’t want you to be harassed the same as he’d been

For the last month you’d been secretly reporting back

It wasn’t until you met Sean that you stopped

…

Everything was going great

You’d laugh and joke with Sean every day

He’d flirt all the time

Even when the two of you were out on a job

You were falling hard

And it was safe to say he was doing the same

Everything seemed to be looking up

…

Of course Colm knew where the gang was

It was one of the first things you’d told him

So when you stopped reporting

And some of his boys saw you in Valentine, alive and well, laughing at something Sean had said

He sent an ambush

His men shouted ‘traitor’ as they fired at you

Now, everyone assumed they were directing this at Kieran

It wasn’t till the last man had fallen dead did Kieran turn and look at you

He hadn’t been suspicions at all about your arrival because he remembered how Colm and the others treated you

He had noticed you leaving every few days

But he didn’t question it because he trusted you

But he saw the guilt on your face now

He looked sad and confused but most of all betrayed

When Dutch started shouting

Asking how the hell they knew they were here

When he turned on Kieran

You spoke up

You came clean

Eyes glued to the ground because you knew what you’d see if you looked up

Anger

Betrayal

Sadness

Confusion

You told as much as you could, not knowing when any one of them would cut you off with a well deserved bullet

You finished and dared to look up

To a familiar ginger

Who couldn’t even look at you

You had started crying halfway through your confession

You told them all how much you regretted everything

How you wish you’d met them first 

Or never agreed to do this to them

You gave them one last heartfelt apology

Then you closed your eyes and waited for the bullet

They knew what you were bracing for,

They knew that they should kill you

Even you knew you deserved it

But the bullet never came

Kieran, as hurt as he was, tried to reason with Dutch

You’d die out there on your own

Colm’s men would find you and it wouldn’t be pretty

Either way he was killing you

But you stopped him, told him it was alright

That you deserved whatever Colm decided to do to you

For breaking their trust, their hearts

His heart

So you left, without a word to him

Sean knew he shouldn’t have

But he watched you go

His chest aching

Before he grabbed a bottle to numb it

I didn’t know how else to end this. I’m sorry if you wanted happy! =(

(Master List)

[cupofcowboys]

I was wondering what Javier would think of a reader who is just kinda average at everything, doesn’t stick out a whole lot, but one day asks Javier to borrow his guitar and suddenly plays and sings the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. Voice an angel would be jealous of. Would he fall in love maybe? (If you are interested in writing this! I ♡ u)

I loved this idea!. It’s so cute honestly, and Javier would be a sucker for anyone with a passion for music. I hope this is what you wanted 😊 Thank you so much for always supporting me, I appreciate you so much 💕

I used this song to help inspire me

Javier Escuella/GN-Reader - Average Guitar Strings

TAGS: Spoiler Free, Gender-Neutral, SFW, Fluff

849 Words

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Javier had nestled himself in a quiet corner of the camp. The afternoon sun shone down upon him as he strummed titbits of tunes on his guitar. Quiet times were rare and so he spent the precious few he had burning off his creative energy. Usually he perched himself somewhere more publicly, playing a tune for the ladies as they worked or inviting others to the campfire. Not now though, for now he wanted the freedom of no audience.

Much to his annoyance, it didn’t take long for you to magically appear by his side. He often found that his playing drew your presence regardless of your current occupation. But damn if he didn’t want some space right now. He continued to play, even though his shoulders had grown tense which caused him to skip or botch notes.

You sat soundlessly beside him, making no comment on the misplayed notes. He supposed you could hardly tell that they were, having no incline of musical talent in your body.

Eventually he grew so impatient with his foiled musing that he stopped playing with a rough brush of his fingers on the strings, sending out ear-splitting notes.

“What do you want?” He demanded harshly, wanting to take his frustration out on you.

“I didn’t mean to bother you.” You responded calmly. “I wanted to borrow your guitar.”

Javier stared at you in disbelief. His guitar was his most prized possession, being one of the few parts of his life in Mexico that he had left. Handing it over to someone with no idea how to work it was on par with handing it to a clumsy child.

“What for?” He asked suspiciously, unsure whether you were tricking him.

“To play, of course.” You smiled nervously. “I used to when I was younger and I felt the need…”

He watched as your voice trailed away and you began fumbling awkwardly with the buttons on your shirt. He had never heard you so much as hum. In fact, he had never seen you show any particular talent. You could handle yourself and brought in plenty of dollars, but you were nothing exceptional. You were thoroughly average. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel curious about your supposed abilities.

So, despite all his reservations, he carefully passed his guitar to you. He watched as you gripped it with clear familiarity, placing your fingers against the strings and giving them testing plucks. After trying out each string a few times and adjusting your grip accordingly, you began an unfamiliar tune.

To his surprise, you played with no small amount of skill. A sweet, almost sad, lilting melody began to fill the surrounding air. Javier’s eyes went wide at the deftness of your skilled fingers.

He was about to compliment you when you opened your mouth and began to sing.

Your voice swelled in a beautiful, melodic tone he would only have attributed to an angel, singing heartfelt words of love and longing.

Words and breath failed him as he watched, utterly entranced by your previously concealed talent. Your cheeks flared with colour as you continued, singing just loud enough for him to hear. But as the melody continued, and you got deeper into the lyrics, you lost yourself to emotion. Eyes falling closed, letting your feelings swell into the words, forgetting all about your shyness and nerves. All the while Javier hung onto your every syllable, overwhelmed with an emotion of his own. Until you opened your mouth to sing, he had hardly noticed how beautiful you were.

Now that you were sat inches from him, lost in the music of your soul and sharing it with the voice of an angel, he realised the full force of who you were. An unsung member of his family, so easily overlooked and neglected that even he was guilty. Yet you never complained, never tried to prove yourself, never pushed to be the best. Comfortable to be who you were, completely unaware you had talent to challenge any musician in the world.

Slowly, your song drew to its inevitable end. You played out the last few notes, gradually lowering the volume until it petered out.

With a small smile, you slowly handed Javier back his guitar. He took it instinctively, barely noticing that he was doing it.

“Thanks, Javier.” You nodded and got to your feet. He watched, truly speechless as you walked away, wiping off the tears that had rolled quietly down your face. Your absence allowed him to process everything that had just happened uninterrupted. He wanted to, no, needed to hear you sing again and again. He could never grow tired of such an incredible voice. He needed to play for you, to have you sing along to his playing. It was a yearning ache that reminded him uncomfortably of the words you had sung.

He got up and began following you, eager to discover exactly how you had hidden that talent for so long… and to uncover if he could tap into those previously unknown emotional depths you had displayed only to him.

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AO3 / Masterlist

[biillyhargroves]

Ok so I’m just gonna scroll your entire blog but I did wanna ask if maybe u have a fix master list? I’m gonna have to read all of them my doctor said so

Oh gosh, you’re so sweet! I do have a Harringrove masterlist, and I have some things up on AO3. I’m working on a masterlist for Billy-centric fics as well, but I’m not entirely sure when that will be posted. All of my fics are under the tag #lex writes fics!

[forineffablereasons]

Where did you get the cool emojis What keyboard is it

just my iphone? i sometimes use emojipedia like an old person to get emojis on desktop though so they can be copied and pasted from there

[aint-no-odriscoll]

Every time I see you trying to sleep all sad on the ground I just wanna pick you up and lay you a nice comfy, warm bed, and tuck you in with some fluffy blankies and let you sleep comfy and safe

“Oh, you got no idea how much I’d appreciate that. Honestly, just a bedroll would be nice as well, at this point.”