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Shooting Lessons- Steve “Dirty Steve” Stephens x Reader

(Or shooting lessons that turn into something else ✨very quickly✨)

I am not a writer, and I know I’m not a very good one either. But there’s a significant lack of Young Guns content and as Thanos said, “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

So here you go.

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Tunstall’s Ranch

I sat by the small fire that the boys had made before their ride into town for supplies, turning the gun I had absconded earlier that day in my hands. It felt heavy in my palms, like it didn’t fit; didn’t belong to me. But I had found it fair and square, abandoned on the dusty ground in the middle of the street, no owner to claim it. It looked like a regular six-shooter revolver, maybe a Smith and Wesson. Could even be a 38 special…

A snore broke my thoughts, and my attention was turned to the young man leaned up against a nearby tree. Steve smacked his lips, hat brim over his eyes as he slept. Richard had told him to help me watch the ranch for any unwanted guests, but even direct orders couldn’t break that man’s sleep schedule. I stood up and marched over, leaning down and nudging his shoulder lightly, “Steve…c’mon get up, I can’t watch this place alone.”

He snorted before shifting and pushing his hat brim up with his thumb, “Huh..? Oh hey, darlin’…” he yawned as he sat up, rubbing a gloved hand over his scruffy face. He spat tobacco juice onto the ground before getting to his feet with a grunt. “Why’d ya wake me up? Somethin’ wrong?”

“Nothin’ wrong, Steve, just wanted you to stay awake with me.” I replied, giving the spinning chamber of the gun a few experimental clicks. I felt his gaze on me and looked up. Sure enough he was staring curiously at my new gun.

“When did you buy that?”

“I didn’t buy it. I found it.”

“Where the hell did you find a gun?” His eyebrows furrowed, nose wrinkled with a doubtful grimace. “You didn’t steal it off somebody…? Tunstall don’t like us stealin’ stuff…”

“Relax, it was on the ground in town and nobody had made an effort to get it.” I reassured him. “Besides, I was hoping you could teach me how to use it.”

Steve nearly choked on his spit. “Wha- me?” He asked, clearly shocked. “What ‘bout havin’ Billy teach ya? Or that Navajo Chavez?”

I smiled softly and nodded towards him, “I could have them do it, but I’d rather it be you.” I stepped closer to him, lowering my voice as if someone would hear, “Don’t tell the others, but you’re my favorite.”

Steve’s cheeks darkened quickly, and he pulled his brim over his face as he looked at his feet.

“Aw….shucks…” He murmured, chewing on the wad of tobacco in his mouth thoughtfully. “Yeah, I can teach ya.”

I grinned and looked at the revolver in my hands with excitement. I couldn’t wait to actually learn to shoot, even better to be close to Steve…it caused a swarm of butterflies to break loose in my stomach. Billy would give me hell for days if he found out I chose Steve’s help with my gun simply because I liked him. Not that I didn’t like the other Regulators, they were my only family.

But over the months I’d been on Mister Tunstall’s ranch, the more I felt the dynamic between Steve and I shift. It got to a point where I just let it happen, my head swimming with thoughts and dreams. The sound of hooves thundering on the ground and hollering snapped me back to reality. The boys were back.

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“Now, ya gotta loosen yer stance…not too loose, now…yeah like that…like that.” Steve murmured as he held my hips, standing behind me as he guided me to be more in sight of the target on a nearby hay bail.

The smell of whiskey and tobacco swirled around my nose, his warm breath on my neck as he hovered behind me, hunched down to see what I could see. I let out a breath and gingerly pulled the trigger.

BANG! A shot rang out, echoing through the open land before burying into the hay bail near the outer ring of the bullseye.

“Alright…alright…” He hummed. “Hit it pretty good.”

“You think so?” I asked, looking up to him to be greeted with the warm, bright sun casting light and shadow on his face as he looked down at me. It stopped my breath and left my stomach in knots.

“Mhm.” He spat tobacco juice onto the ground. “Good job, darlin’.”

That simple praise went straight to my head, among other places, and I felt my face grow hot. Without much thought in my mind at the moment, I suddenly pulled him closer to me. I ignored the surprise in his wide, brown orbs.

I pressed a little kiss to his parted lips, tasting whisky and tobacco on his mouth. He didn’t struggle, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

“Sorry-“ I started as I pulled away, only for him to yank me back, our chests flush. He didn’t say a word before kissing me again, deeper this time. I closed my eyes, melting around him as we backed up against a nearby tree. In that moment I didn’t care about it being broad daylight nor the fact that the boys would be back soon enough, my only thoughts were on him. I broke the kiss, breath puffing in quick succession.

“If you take that crap outta your mouth, I’ll kiss you proper~”

I had never seen him spit his tobacco out so fast. He grabbed his nearby canteen and rinsed his mouth out before closing the distance to me again, pulling me in against him. His eyes were playful, mixed with something deep and raw. He started the kiss and I reciprocated, kissing him deeply and properly, our tongues brushing as we enjoyed each other. I groaned softly, “what if the boys see?”

“They can whine about it till they’re blue…” he grumbled against my lips. I moaned softly, melting back into him. I knocked his hat off, running my fingers through his hair before tugging gently as I bit at his lip. A satisfying groan escaped his throat, and his hands suddenly gripped my hips tight enough to bruise. He pressed his hips against mine, a level of desperation in his movements.

“I don’t think….” He whipped around, pushing me against the tree, breath hot and heavy.

“Please…” He grunted.

I gave in, pulling myself against him as he gripped my lower back and started to rock his hips-

“Now what on God’s green Earth is going on here?!” Richard squawked. We both froze, realizing that at some point the boys had returned. All of them watching us. Both Doc and Richard shared looks of tiredness, though it seemed they were both expecting for something like this to happen. Billy and Charlie shared something under their breaths that sent them into a fit of chuckling and earned them a sharp look from Richard. Chavez just simply shook his head, smirking softly as he headed off to get cleaned up, muttering something in Spanish that I couldn’t catch. Steve and I broke apart, trying to make ourselves presentable as if we hadn’t just been caught almost with our pants off. We were never hearing the end of it, that was for sure. But even after dinner and sitting near the fire reading the newspaper with Mister Tunstall, we both knew that everything would be okay.

“Steve and his partner sittin’ in a tree-“

“Shut it Billy!”

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Let me know what you think, maybe if I’m feeling confident I’ll do more

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Longing - Part 3

P1 P2

By the time you made it back to the ranch, you had cried yourself to sleep. Tears stained Chavez’s black shirt, and his coat was wrapped around your shoulders. Dick gently pulled you from your safe space in Chavez’s arms while he dismounted. Silently, Chavez took you from Dick and carried you to your room. Your eyes opened as your tense body fell against the softness of the mattress, and the agony from the morning hit you again. Frantically your eyes searched the room for comfort and you choked back a sob. “Chavez..Please. Please tell me he isn’t gone. Please.” It felt as if Murphy himself was ripping Chavez’s heart out of his chest while watching the tears fall freely from your eyes, your body shaking from the sobs and heartache. He pulled you to him, holding you so tight that he may crush you. The two of you sat that way, clinging to each other like burrs on a saddle. When all your tears had been cried, you listened. Silence. Something you had always craved, but was now so unwelcome.

You stood surrounded by your boys, Alex, and Susan as your father was laid to rest. “For as much as it hath pleased Almighty God, in his wise providence, to take out of this world the soul of our deceased brother, we therefore commit his body to the ground. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.” Susan led you to the wagon while Alex led the boys to JP Wilson. “You can stay with us for as long as you need to Y/n. I know how hard it will be to try to go home now.” You gave her a soft smile as Alex joined you, driving you towards home.

“Deputized?! Alex no! First of all I was his DAUGHTER! I should be there right along with them. Am I not allowed justice? And second, you’re going to let hot-headed Bonney go off with AUTHORITY?” “Y/n. You are a lady.” Alex’s voice grew stern as he send an almost disapproving look to you. “I know that you are more than capable of taking care of this and yourself, but this is not something you need to do. As for Billy, he has five other level headed young men to keep his straight. They’ll serve their eleven warrants, and it will all be over.”

For days you were a nervous wreck. There had been no word from or about the boys, and worry began gnawing at your thoughts. Your nail beds had become red and raw from anxiously picking at them. Mindlessly, you floated towards the barn searching for a distraction. Before you could reach it, Alex came riding up the road pulling the wagon to a stop next to you. “Any news, Alex?” Your voice was soft and quiet, but full of hope and worry awaiting any news of your boys. Alex sighed as the paper passed into your hands. “You may have been right about Billy.” He snapped the reins and headed to the house, leaving the dust swirling around you. “"Nine men lay dead or at death's door yesterday noon following a gunfight between Lincoln resident Henry Hill, forty-five, and what patrons have called a ‘kid’. A local miner has identified 'the Kid’ as one Henry McCarthy, also known as William H. Bonney, nineteen or twenty. In a flaming shootout 'the Kid', Billy, killed Mr. Hill then took on an onslaught of Hill's partisans bringing the damage to six verified slayings. Bonney is believed to be the captain of a deputized gang.” Murphy is going to kill them all.

chavez pov

There had to be a way out of the mess Billy had created for them, and Chavez only knew one way to find the answer. Snow crunched beneath his bare feet as he searched the ground, gathering what he needed. Darkness soon surrounded the Regulators, with only a soft light from the fire to illuminate the cup being passed around the circle. “We've come to a place where we are lost, no? When an Indian is lost, he must reach into the spirit world to find the way. On the Spirit Road, he'll be shown a sign. This is the way to the Spirit Road. We're lost right now. But I'll find us the way.” Steve rolled his eyes as the cup made its way to him, “Oh Christ, Chavez! That's all we need is some more of your red-ass Navajo mambojahambo. We're running out of time here, Chavez.” “Is that any good? Chavez, what is that?” Charley looked worried looking at the cup being passed around. A simple reply was given, “Peyote.”

The sun was rising over the mountains, the light slowly filtering through the dust and smoke surrounding Chavez on the ledge he was standing atop. Slowly he turned facing North. East. South. The land was red and the rivers ran with blood in every direction. There must be a way. Please Great Spirits, show me the way. Turning to the west, the blood vanished. A woman turned to greet him, her arms outstretched and her hair flowing in the soft breeze. He reached towards her, only to watch her be pulled onto a golden brown mare and riding off towards Old Mexico. West.

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Longing - Part 2

P1 P3

You were trying not to laugh at William ’s attempt to feed the pigs when they rode in that afternoon. The sound of horses alerted you before you ever saw them.

“Daddy! You better come quickly!” You stood tall and proud as Murphy rode towards you with a smirk across his slimy fcae. Your father came to stand next to you. “Good afternoon, gentlemen.” “Good afternoon John.” Sheriff Brady leaned forward on his saddle horn to address your father. “Mr. Dolan and Mr. Murphy are complaining about their merchandise wagon being plundered. They think you’re behind it.” In sync, you and Dick started forward, “That’s a fargin’ lie and you know it!” “Richard. Y/n.” Dick backed down, but you stayed on edge. “Mr. Murphy is going to continue coming to you and claiming I’ve taken his property until I’m pronounced a thief and shaken out of Lincoln. I’ve never touched his property. I have no cause.” “Well! The Belted Earl has spoken.” Murphy locked onto your eyes, immediately making you uneasy. “Look behind you Earl. All I see are hired thieves. Shame such a pretty girl has to be here with this filth. You could have a fine place with me lass.” The men with Murphy and Brady laughed, all knowing exactly the place Murphy had in mind. “You son of a bi—“ Your words were cut off when Chavez yanked you back, covering your mouth. His soft whispers tickled your ear, “No querida. Not now. Things will only be worse.” You watched as Murphy dropped from his horse, whispering harshly to your father. Chavez pulled you behind him, shielding you from the men’s view. Peering from behind his arm, you watched Murphy mount his horse, readying himself to depart. “You are ambitious Earl. But you’d be better off selling ladies’ undergarments in Hamstead. Get ready for hell!” With the last threat, the group rode off back towards town. You stayed in your place behind Chavez until your father came for you. “Thank you for protecting her. I’ve got her.” Chavez’s warm gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then he turned away. John looped your arm through his and guided you back inside. “Pay him no mind Y/n. He’s just a cruel old man.” But there was more to Mr. Murphy than just cruelty. You could tell from the cloud’s in your father’s eyes that he was worried.

Knock. Knock. “Y/n, dear, could you get that?” You weren’t sure who to expect when you opened the door, no on e really came out to the ranch, and none of the boys knocked. A tall, lanky young man stood at the door, bags tossed carelessly over his shoulders. “May I help you?” The door was open just wide enough for half your body to be seen, and the young man looked taken aback. “Uh, I’m sorry ma’am. I must be at the wrong place. I’m looking for the Tunstall ranch.”“You found it.” The door swung wide, and you were shooed away, barley catching the young man’s name. McCloskey.

William accompanied you and your father into town in the days leading up to New Year’s. William needed nice clothes, and you were allowed a new dress. William and your father smiled as you stepped onto the shop’s porch in your new dress. “Why Miss. Tunstall you look mighty nice!” You smiled at William and gave a twirl, “You clean up nicely too William.” John went to ready the wagon and William helped you up into the seat. “Y/n, I’m mighty thankful for you and John welcoming me in the way you have.” “You’re family now Billy.”

Waiting outside the ranch home, the boys watched as Chavez threw his knives into the well bucket and admired his skill. Shots were fired from the roof, startling them all. “Regulators!” William’s laughter died down, and the men all looked towards John. Charlie was the first to speak, “Y/n’s coming isn’t she?” “Who gets to be her escort this year?” The men’s voices began to merge with each other, all eager to see you. Before John could answer, you stepped out onto the porch. “To answer your questions: Yes, I am coming. And no, I do not need an escort. I would like a dance with each of you tonight though.” The boys all grinned and agreed, while your father walked you to the wagon.

You sat with Charlie, Steve, and McCloskey laughing at Billy’s attempt to dance. The music slowed, and eyes fell on you from feet away. Chavez came to you, gently pulling you to your feet. You laid your head onto his chest, and he pulled you tightly against him. Softly, your eyes closed, and you inhaled, drinking in his scent. Warm leather and worn wood filled your senses as he silently swayed and twirled you to the music. As the song came to a close, you looked up to meet his eyes. Dark and earthy like the ground after a fresh rain, illuminated gold by the flickering fire. He leaned in to you, impossibly close. His warm breath fanned across your lips, but just before he melted into you, gunshots rang out. “Happy New Year!” His lips were so close you could feel his words on yours, “Happy New Year querida.”

The sun had just begun to rise on the ride back, and the boys were joyfully singing off key. Your father looked to you, but you were still back in Lincoln, dancing with Chavez. “What’s on your mind dear?” Your eyes kept a far off look, and your voice was soft. “Daddy, how did you know you were in love with Mother?” Memories glazed over John’s eyes and he smiled. “I imagine it was much like what you feel with him.” You head would have flown clean off your body if you had turned any faster, “Him?” John chuckled, “I’ve seen the stolen glances. The longing looks. The dance, just tonight. Chavez is a fine suitor my darling.” A faint blush covered your cheeks. How could your father know what you were just starting to figure out? The sound of horses behind you pulled both of your from your tender father-daughter moment. “Not the girl.” You started to turn toward the sickening voice, but your father stopped you. “Remember my dear, I will always love you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as the bullets flew and he fell to the ground. “DADDY!!!!!” Your body hit the cold, hard ground when you jumped from the wagon. “Daddy no. Please. No. Please.” Your bloodcurdling screams alerted the boys, and both Billy and Chavez began racing towards you. Doc stopped Billy and guided him away as Murphy’s men came barreling towards them. Chavez managed to get to you without being seen, but you refused to move. He found you laying across your father, sobs racking your body. His usually gentle voice was pressing and urgent, “Y/n please, we have to get you out of here before they come back. Querida please.” Screaming, you hit at him, banging your fists against his arms and chest. “NO! Just leave me here to die!” Chavez finally managed to pull you from your father and get you onto his horse. The kicking and screaming subsided, instead turning to silent sobs, as Chavez rode with you held tightly against you.

[slutforbuck]

Longing -- Part 1

P2 P3

Quiet. The chill wind nipped was you as you perched on the old wooden fence next to the porch. Quiet is hard to come by when living with five rowdy boys, and every moment needed to be savored. Your eyes closed as the wind whipped your hair and skirt, letting the moment wash over you, drowning in the silence. At the time, you were not aware of just how blissful your life was, with or without silence. The quiet moment lasted but just that, a moment. A soft, angry voice cut through the air, “You wanna play games pendejo?” Coming down from your perch, you could not hide your irritability. “You’re a red ass Mexican greaser, you do it with your horse!” Crunch. Crunch. You loved the boys, but damn if they didn’t get on your nerves. Just once you would like Steve’s nose to crunch under your fist the way the dirt did beneath your boots. He always had to find a way to get under Chavez’s skin. Tobacco flew through the air, narrowly missing you, but hitting its target: Chavez. “Mexican greaser!!” The men continued arguing, oblivious to both you and DIck advancing on them. Glaring at you, Dick yelled at the men to stop before locking eyes with you. “John’s back. Go get washed ups and into your supper clothes.” Noone moved. Dick broke eye contact with you, turning his attention back to Chavez and Steve. “NOW! Y/n. You’re going to get yourself hurt one day if you don’t stop sticking yourself in between those two. I know your daddy taught you better than that.” A warm smile welcomed you as you sat at the end of the dinner table, across from your father, with the newest Regulator on your right, and Chavez on your left. “So. Who’s this pretty little filly?” Ice took over the room, as all noise froze and everyone turned their attention to the boy on your right. His words seemed to hang heavy in the air. Then, they shattered. Chavez’s chair crashed to the floor as he started to lunge across the wide table. Charley grabbed him by the vest, trying his damnedest to hold him back. John spoke gently, but firmly, “Chavez,” before turning his attention to the stranger. “William. That “filly” is my daughter, Y/n. She is to be treated properly and with respect. If you do not, you will not be welcome. Understood?” William’s eyes widened to the size of your plate before dropping his head in embarrassment. “Yes sir, I apologize. Ma’am, please accept my apologies for my disrespectful behavior.” You offered a tight-lipped smile and a short nod as acceptance. Tension filled the air as the Regulators began eating. Warmth spread across your left hand, and your eyes connected with Chavez’s. You stared into his deep, chocolate brown eyes and soon found yourself lost in them. “Did either of you even touch your supper?” Charley’s voice jerked you back into reality. “What?” Begrudgingly, you tore your gaze from the warmth of Chavez’s stare, and realized that the three of you were all that remained in the empty dining room. “John has already started tonight’s reading. Y’all best hurry.” John looked up as the two of you slipped into the room. He rose from his chair and took your hands into his. “Is everything alright dear?” His eyes clouded with worry as you softly answered, “I’m fine Daddy. Just a little tired; I believe I will retire early.” A soft kiss was placed on his stubbly cheek, and you sent a goodnight wave to the boys. “Night Y/n!” The chorus of voices echoed through the halls of the ranch home, fading as you walked away.

You tried to sleep that night, truly you did. However, your mind was racing with thoughts, and no matter how you tossed and turned, you weren’t able to achieve peace. With a huff, your feet hit the cold, wooden floor, and your hands found the cold, stone wall. A coat made its way onto your body, and you silently slipped out the door. A small patch of grass sat atop a tiny hill, feet from the porch, and there is where you found yourself. Pulling in a deep breath, you sat and leaned back on your hands, head tilted towards the dark sky. A gentle breeze whipped your face, and you could already feel your skin becoming chapped. Your mind drifted back to dinner, to Chavez. Platonic love is all you had ever felt with the boys, but something tonight felt…DIFFERENT. The way his warm eyes bore into yours, making you feel like a thick blanket was draped around your shoulders on a cold night. Warm. Safe. Loved? A crunch behind you jerked you from your thoughts, and you pulled a small knife from your coat pocket. Shakily, you stood and turned slowly toward the sound. Crunch. The sound was coming from near the house, and there was nowhere for you to try to hide. Your spine straightened, preparing yourself for attack. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” His quiet voice was almost unheard as he stepped out of the shadows. Waves of relief crashed over your body as Chavez came into view. “Why aren’t you in bed querida? Come, let’s get you inside.” He reached for your hand, but sill overwhelmed by your swirling thoughts, you hesitated. “I’d rather stay here…” You spoke to the dusty ground, hoping the breeze would carry your words. Watching you carefully, Chavez sat looking out to the fields. “I couldn’t sleep either. It can be difficult to sleep when your mind isn’t still.” He kept his eyes forward, pretending to not notice as you sat next to him, laying your head on his shoulder. The stars had begun to disappear when Chavez walked you to your room. “Sleep querida.” Your eyes never left his as he lifted your fingers to his lips, gently leaving a kiss right above your fingertips. He was almost outside before he turned away from you.

NOTES:

There are some racist/discriminatory words in this, those are not thought up by me! I stay very close to the script for a lot of my writing. The argument scene between Chavez and Steve is direct from the movie.

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