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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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Ivy - Part 6

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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: this chapter is nsfw - 18+

Minors DNI

Chapter summary: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lmfaooo

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Relief was such a wonderful feeling.

You were smiling and breathing again; because he was.

“Wild horses, sir. Just...wild horses,” you heard Garcia say. You were so grateful for her. Seeing her hugging him and giving him a kiss on the forehead made your heart swell. Aaron deserved to be loved like this.

She turned around and her smile grew even bigger when she noticed you standing on the door. Your hand was soon in hers. “I’ll call everyone. Sean too,” she said. You had sent Sean home, knowing he was running on a few hours of sleep. “You go to him,” she added.

Penelope winked at you and you wondered if she knew. You didn’t mind.

“Two minutes. I left for two minutes,” you said, walking towards his bed.

“Sorry, I needed some peace and quiet waking up,” he replied.

“I knew you did it on purpose.”

His laugh was weak, but genuine.

You sat on the chair next to him, but pulled it closer so it was almost attached to his bed.

Aaron lifted his hand to touch your cheek with his fingertips. “What’s that?” he said softly. “Have you been crying?”

You placed your hand over his and kissed his palm. “Of course I have. I didn’t know if you’d be okay.”

“As if I’d ever leave you,” he whispered.

“It was so scary. I’ve never had anyone I lo-” you held yourself back and stumbled over your words. “Anyone close to me,” you corrected yourself, “In a hospital before.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, sweetheart,” he said.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Aaron let out a heavy sigh and spoke again. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything in the world,” you smiled.

“Jack is coming. I hate that he has to see me like this again. Can you please stay? You’re a comforting presence to him and I think it would be good for him to see you here too.”

“Aaron, of course.” Of course.

You stood next to Jessica, watching the way Jack clung tightly to his dad. Their bond was special, and you supposed that Haley’s passing had only made it stronger.

When they broke their hug, Jack made himself comfortable next to Aaron, his short legs hanging off the side of the hospital bed.

“Aunt Jess,” he said and pointed at you. “This is Y/N. She’s my other aunt!” he added with pride.

“Oh, the famous Y/N. He talks about you a lot,” Jessica said and offered you a kind smile.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you said, shaking her hand. “I wish it was under different circumstances.”

Leaving Aaron alone with Jessica to give them some privacy, you ended up with Jack on your lap. Your hand was playing with his blond hair as you were chatting with him.

He had many questions and you couldn’t blame him.

“Is daddy in pain?”

“Not anymore,” you said. “The doctors made him okay.”

“Then why is he still in the hospital?”

“It’s because the doctors have to make sure he stays okay.”

“But is he coming home soon?”

“Of course.” You left a sweet kiss on the top of his head to comfort him.

“Will you come with us?”

“I’m sorry, my angel, I can’t. I have to go home to uncle Sean.”

Jack pouted and rested his head on your chest. “I wish you were daddy’s girlfriend instead.”

Sean insisted on picking you up from the hospital himself.

You found him outside, leaning on his car and bringing a cigarette between his lips.

He was wearing a black leather jacket. And he looked good. He looked like a bad boy out of a movie.

It reminded you of your first date. That was exactly how he had been waiting for you outside of your house that night. Back then your heart was beating like crazy.

This time, your heart was just sad.

He took a drag of his cigarette as you approached him. “How is he?”

“He’s gonna be okay,” you said.

“Are you okay?” You couldn’t tell whether his tone was caring or passive aggressive. “Now that you saw him awake?” he added.

You weren’t sure what to reply.

“You were pretty upset.”

“I hate hospitals,” you simply said. It wasn’t convincing. He pretended that it was anyway.

You wanted nothing more than to be there for Aaron when he returned home; to take care of him, cook for him, hold him…

But after that short conversation with Sean, you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him. Especially when it came to his brother. You couldn’t risk sneaking out. Not that soon.

So you went back to the thing you and Aaron knew how to do best: phone calls.

The problem was they weren’t enough. They never were.

And now some time had passed and Aaron had already returned to work and you still hadn’t seen him.

“I was just now thinking of you,” you said, answering your phone.

“Hey,” Aaron said. Just one word from his mouth was enough for you to decide what kind of mood he was in.

“Tough case?” you asked.

“Yeah. Just needed to hear your voice.”

“I wish I was there to hold you,” you whispered. You didn’t hide your thoughts from him anymore.

“Come to me then,” he simply said.

“Aaron, don’t say things like that to me because I’ll do it,” you warned him.

“I want you to.”

There was a moment of silence and you had both made up your minds.

You hopped in the shower before wearing your prettiest underwear. Something inside you was telling you that you were gonna be doing more than just hold him.

Aaron opened the door and a second later you were in his arms, his lips pressed against yours.

“We’re alone,” he murmured against your mouth.

“Good,” you said and let him lift you up in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He was strong again.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” you asked him as he led you to his bedroom. It was more teasing than concern. You knew he was okay, he reassured you about it every single day.

“Don’t worry,” he said and softly laid you down on his bed. He crawled on top of you and looked into your eyes with a smirk. “I’m healed. And I can finally fuck my baby the way she deserves.”

His lips were finally on yours again and you pulled him close to your body using both your hands and legs.

“Need you…” you whined.

“I’ll give you everything,” he said. “Everything.”

You helped him out of his clothes and he did the same until you were both in your underwear.

He kneeled between your legs, looking at you, staring and admiring. You had never felt prettier than you felt that moment under his gaze.

“I bought them for you,” you said, running your hands over your chest and down to your panties.

He smiled.

“He’s never seen them.” You didn’t need to say his name for him to understand you were referring to Sean.

He leaned in and kissed your lips. “Good girl,” he said and your tummy felt funny.

Aaron started pressing kisses against your cheek and then your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, your stomach…until his face was between your legs.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He mouthed you over the fabric of your lingerie. “You were just as desperate the first time I touched you,” he said. He lifted his gaze to look at you, removing his mouth from you for a moment.

You held back a whine at the loss of contact, as if it would cover up the desperation he had just mentioned.

“Can I take them off, baby?” he asked sweetly.

You nodded your head and he grabbed the sides of your panties, pulling them down.

Aaron was taking his sweet time and the anticipation was killing you.

“Aaron…” you said with urgency.

He wrapped an arm around your thigh and brought it over his shoulder. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?”

He left a few kisses on the inside of your thigh. You thought that he was trying to drive you crazy – and even though he was doing just that– you soon realized that he was simply trying to savor every moment of your first time.

The feeling of his tongue on you made you arch your back and shut your eyes. Your hands went immediately to his hair, tugging at it at every wave of pleasure that went through your body.

Aaron’s hands were gripping your thighs, and you would be worried about your skin bruising if you weren’t feeling so damn good.

You opened your eyes to look at him. Seeing his black hair between your legs reminded you of your first fantasy about him.

“Fuck…” you moaned at the feeling of him sucking on your clit. “Mm Aaron…”

His hands went to your bra, cupping your tits; your nipples hardening under his touch.

“Take it off,” he ordered and you did without wasting a second. His hands grabbed them again.

Aaron moaned with you - his voice muffled since his mouth was occupied – and that was exactly what you needed to finally let go and cum against his tongue.

He gave a last long lick to your pussy that ended at the beginning of your stomach and then he kissed his way up to your neck. “You’re perfect.”

You cupped his face and made him look at you. “I want you finally inside me.”

His lips were shiny and it was all because of you. You couldn’t resist tracing his lips and then slipping your thumb into his mouth. Aaron sucked on it and then took it out of his mouth, kissing the pad of your finger.

“I want you so bad,” you admitted. “I’ve never wanted anyone like that before.”

“Me neither.”

Soon he was out of his boxers and with a condom in his hands that he had just grabbed from his nightstand.

You stared at him as he put it on. You wanted to see him, observe him, memorize him. You could finally see all of him. That was all you ever wanted, to see and know all of him; know the man that was so closed off and serious, in ways everyone else didn’t. You weren’t the first woman to see him naked but maybe…maybe, you hoped, it was different with you.

He towered over you and lowered himself to kiss you. You wrapped your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. You could feel his cock pressing on you and it made you even more impatient so you used the heels of your feet to push him closer to you.

“Now, Aaron,” you said.

He pressed a soft kiss against your forehead and suddenly he was inside you.

You were moving slowly at first, his hand was wrapped around your neck but not with the intention of chocking you but more to keep your face in place so he could keep staring into your eyes.

You never knew you could love eye contact that much.

Aaron then grabbed your hands and pulled them over your head so he could intertwine your fingers. You kept looking at him even though he wasn’t forcing you to anymore. Pleasure looked good on him.

“Go faster. Please,” you said breathless and you didn’t need to ask twice.

“Fuck, it’s so good, baby,” he sighed. “It’s so good, it’s perfect.”

He wasn’t going to last long, it was obvious, but you didn’t mind. You were close too.

“I wish I didn’t have to wear a condom,” he said, his hands now on your hips, pushing you harshly against him. “I wish I could fill your pretty pussy with my cum and make you mine.”

“I’m already yours,” you moaned. “Yours.”

You wrapped your arms around him as he came, wanting to feel as close to him as possible. Your own orgasm followed right after his.

He collapsed next to you and you both turned your heads to the side so you could look at each other.

“Shit,” you said with a weak breath and the two of you started laughing.

He kissed the tip of your nose and threw the condom away as you made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back he was waiting for you with a glass of cold water.

“My prince,” you joked, taking it from his hands and bringing it to your lips. It was exactly what you needed.

Aaron lied down and stretched out his arm, signaling you to join him in bed. You, of course, wanted nothing more than to cuddle with him so you were in his arms in no time.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. “This isn’t enough, I need to crawl inside you,” you said making him giggle.

“Y/N?” he said, playing with your hair.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said it with no hesitation. After almost losing him it was clear to you who your heart belonged to.

“I’m gonna leave him,” you said after a few moments of silence. He didn’t reply so you continued. “I made the decision the moment your lips touched mine for the first time. I was gonna do it the next day I swear.”

He used his finger to tilt your chin up so he could look into your eyes.

“But then he started talking,” you said. “He said all these things about finally being happy. About how grateful he is to have me. And I couldn’t do it, Aaron. I couldn’t. And I hate myself for it, because what I’m doing to him now is much worse.”

“Hey…” he whispered and moved his thumb back and forth against your cheek. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t. But his voice was so soft and sweet that you believed him. Even if it wasn’t okay, it would be, as long as you had him by your side.

“I’m never gonna leave you alone,” he said as if he had read your thoughts. “We’re gonna figure everything out together. I promise.”

“Why didn’t I meet you first?” you whined, hiding your face on his chest.

“I wish I had a time machine,” he said. “I would walk into that bar the night you met him and I would tell you ‘Hello, I’m Aaron. You don’t know me but I’m saving us from a lot of trouble right now.’ Then I’d pick you up, throw you over my shoulder and steal you away.”

You giggled. “What’s concerning is that I’d show no resistance ‘cause I’d think you’re so handsome.”

He laughed loudly and pulled you so close to him you were on top of his body.

“Is that right?” he smirked.

“Mhm…” you nodded and kissed his lips with a lovesick smile. He kissed you back with the same smile on his face.

Part 7

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clouisluvr · 1 year

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part two to dating sean diaz headcannons maybe??

hi beautiful people❤️ i hope you’re all doing well, im sorry about how long this has taken it’s definitely overdue🫠 im gonna try and keep slowly making my way through requests so bare with me! hope you guys enjoy this <3 also please cutely pretend to not see any potential typos LMAOO

incoming summoning of all sean diaz lovers …

- sean is the type of boyfriend to buy you so many squishmallows but be pretend jealous at how many hugs you give them😭 jokingly says you probably love the squishmallows more than you love him but will still always buy you more when you see them together at costco trips

- a slow kiss enthusiast! sean prefers a more sensual and intimate make out sesh rather than a fast and rushed one, definitely has his hand cupped on your cheek, with the other resting on your thigh as his thumb gently rubs the skin there. will stop for a second to make deep eye contact with you and tell him he loves you before leaning back in😵‍💫 (i Fear i need him expeditiously..)

- if u have/want piercings he’d totally get them with you! cute matching septum/nose piercings methinks

- one of yalls fave things to do would be chatting shit ab bad tv LMAOO. like yall are always tuned into love island, too hot to handle etc. you both pretend it’s Insufferable but really you love hatewatching it (unfortunately daniel cannot watch with yall, esteban tells him its too inappropriate😭)

- MARIO KART MATCHES ALWAAYSS!!! after friday sleepovers yall will spend saturday mornings after breakfast playing! sean gives meeee… luigi or link main vibes? i think hes pretty good at it tbh, lowkey competitive but will happily throw the match the second you pout ab losing (unless ur an s tier mario kart player in which case yall will race against each other all day LMAO) oh and Ofc daniel plays with you guys but i think daniel would be absolutely HORRIBLEE at mario kart, everyone just lets him think hes good LMAOO

- in my last sean post i said that he prefers small displays of affection in public but in private he’s a lot more comfortable with touching you. nonstop cuddles, kisses every part of you he can see. loves for you to straddle or lay on top of him, will rest his hands on your hips or small of your back. likes for you to be kinda laid on top of him as yall laze around for a while, he basically uses you as a weighted blanket. sean loves doing nothing with you - sometimes just being quiet in your presence is perfect for him. unfortunately for sean its rare that he gets to be as affectionate as he wants with you because daniels alwaayss hovering around yall, and if not daniel, its esteban making sure his bedroom doors not closed😭

- esteban definitely works extremely hard and slightly struggles to make ends meet but would still wanna spoil sean and daniel -so any family trip he manages to save up for you are absolutely invited! sean would happily be a slightly cringe couple at disneyland with matching mickey ears, (not the kind of couples that cling to each other in the line for rides though LMAO). and every time daniels too short for a ride, sean will always always tease him and you have to give him a lil whack on the shoulder and then comfort daniel. when esteban (eventually) takes sean and daniel to see puerto lobos, he invites you along. you’re considered a part of the diaz family so esteban wants to share where he comes from with you and his sons :’) lots of long beach days with sean and daniel there!!! sean probably gets a lot of art inspiration from seeing you by the beach, probably having a playful water fight with daniel. he thinks you’re in your element when you’re being totally carefree. your joy is radiant for sean and inspires some of his greatest artworks :’)

- i think sean would need some reassurance from his partner. karen being an absentee mother has most likely given sean some abandonment issues so he’ll tend to feel anxious and insecure from time to time. genuine love and patience from his partner will help sean continue to open up and feel more secure in his relationship with you

- arguments with sean would be … a bit terrifying ill be real! the man is scary when he’s mad, i think he’d try his best to keep his emotions under control but frustrations get the better of us sometimes and he may end up saying something hurtful💔 he instantly feels guilty and apologises profusely but also understands saying ‘im sorry’ isnt always enough to take away the hurt caused. if you give him the silent treatment for a bit, i imagine he’d actually turn to daniel for advice! i think daniel would actually give weirdly helpful advice LMAO. he’d probably tell sean to start the conversation off by giving you something you like, like a choc-o-crisp. it sounds stupid at first but sean would probably attempt to bake you something (and fail horrendously) but seeing the effort he puts in to try and make things right is the perfect first step to resolving the argument :’) sean would definitely value communication in a relationship and wouldn’t want you to hold back about any potential problems!!

- you’d become a bit of a motif in seans artwork! he’d unintentionally draw some of your features or favourite interests in the background of his art, it becomes a sort of signature. you’re his muse!

- couples costumes for halloween are a must. for oct 2022 yall would show up to parties (and trick or treating with daniel) as miles morales and spider gwen!!

- i think the diaz family have a family game night every now and then that you obviously attend! they don’t hold back with you though, they will stack uno cards against you like crazy if you’re about to win😭 and daniel most definitely cheats at monopoly and takes extra money from the bank, to which sean always complains🤭

- during yours and seans early days of dating, he’d probably go out of his way to keep you from meeting his dad and daniel. not because hes ashamed of them.. more so he knows how embarrassing they can get and he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird. he’ll explain this to esteban after inevitably being badgered to bring you over for dinner one night, to which his dad will tell him that if you’re really right for sean and genuinely like him, you’ll accept his family too. besiiidees how ‘embarrassing’ can they really get? well .. i think your first time meeting seans family would be a bit disastrous. sean would insist on cooking dinner, i think he’d attempt lasagna but would leave it in the oven too long. as you arrive, daniel is probably in the midst of attempting another zombie costume project whilst sean and esteban freak out over the burnt lasagna now setting the smoke alarm off. once you arrive and knock on the door the muffled chaos from inside goes SILENT followed by the sound of some rushed movements and whispers. sean lets you in with a slightly panicked smile and despite the smell of smoke wafting into your nose, the ear piercing ringing of the smoke alarm harshly hitting your ears and the sight of his little brother drenched in what you hope is fake blood, you smile back at him and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and all of seans worries about you coming over are instantly soothed.

- seans the type of boyfriend to be totally down with a pamper session. he’ll happily let you play aesthetician with him, applying multiple face masks, plucking his brows, waxing his legs, shaving his face, doing his makeup etc. sean seems like the type to have relatively clear and healthy skin but he’s left glowing after yalls little spa sessions!

- lyla ADORES you. you guys are probably incredibly close friends (actually i think lyla most likely introduced you and sean) you and sean are aware of lyla’s fear of her and sean not being friends one day, so you both make an effort to not leave her out of things. you guys definitely go to concerts and new movies together and make a bunch of amazing memories.

- sean has a polaroid of you in the back of his phone case❤️ his lockscreens reserved for his dad and daniel!

- absolutely adores you borrowing his tshirts or hoodies… he loves seeing you in his clothes but more so loves how they always smell like you after you wear them. if you’re bigger than sean he’d love borrowing any cute graphic tees or hoodies you had too.

- i think sean would spend christmas eve with your family and you’d spend christmas day with his! sean would paint you the most beautiful portrait of a candid photo of you, alongside a personalised photo necklace (these are so so cool - you can place a customised photo inside of the necklace, and you see it once you look inside the heart pendant!!) it’s probably of a picture that esteban took of the two of you during your holiday in puerto lobos. its one of the most beautiful meaningful gifts he could have gotten you, and you wear the necklace every day.

- i think when sean falls for someone he doesnt fall fast but once he does fall, he falls VERYY deeply in love. you bring him so much happiness and he loves expressing that through big and small gestures. randomly surprising you with flowers during the week, suddenly being overwhelmed with a wave of songs that remind him of you prompting him to make you a mixtape, writing you love letters, absentmindedly finding himself doodling you on a post it note mid class and handing it to you. sean loves you with all his being and shows it to you every day.

#life is strange 2 #life is strange x reader #sean diaz x reader #life is strange #lis2 imagine #lis2 sean

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Night owls

I've been wanting to write a Kieran Duffy one shot FOR AGES. He's my ultimate fave along with Sean and Arthur and I deeply wish we could give him a good hug in game. 💔 OMG I MESSED UP WITH THE TITLE IT'S "NIGHT OWLS"

Next mission : Part 2 of Fairest of Them All ! I already have the whole plot, now I just need more time :')

Please excuse my aweful grammar mistakes. Like I said, I'm mostly writing these one shots by night due to my new job ! I can take requests if wanted, it might just take some time. ☀️

Kieran Duffy x GenderNeutral!Reader

Word count : 2.5k

Short summary : You and Kieran are two night owls who found one another on the dock of Clemens Point to gaze at the stars.

Tags : cute, our favourite horse boah, Chapter 3, Clemens Point, Kieran being cute asf, insecurity, stargazing

"O’Driscoll."

Here’s what Kieran heard most of the time, in the most scornful tone. No matter what he was doing, no matter what he was looking at, no matter what he was talking about. He was an O’Driscoll boy, and almost everyone in the gang reminded him about his former allegiance, even little Jack. He always felt safe around horses, they would not yell at him for a simple mistake, or openly pick on him like Sean would do. Kieran was a shadow, hiding from the rest of the gang despite Bill’s or Arthur’s best efforts to have, at least, one beer with him. Kieran was scared of many gang members, but certainly not of you.

Since Arthur brought Kieran, first tied up in Colter’s stable, you had been overwhelmingly kind to him. You had given him food and had the right to untie him for him to relieve himself. You hated Dutch’s decision to keep him tied up and not having the right to feed him, but your own motives won over his orders. You could not stand Kieran’s endless cries for food, you just wanted him alright. Since he was free and taking care of horses, Kieran kept offering you his gratitude by picking a few flowers nearby, carefully placing them on your cot. He was too shy to directly give his bouquets to you… and you never knew who gave you all these gifts.

Just like Mary-Beth, you had fallen for him. When you were not on guard duty, you enjoyed looking at him from enough distance for him not to spot you. You were too shy to talk to him, somewhat intimidated by his gaze. His large green and arched eyebrows always made him look like a lost puppy, which was quick to make you forget about what you wanted to tell him. But one thing was quick to make your heart rate increase in a mere blink of an eye : whenever your gaze met his, he would quickly blush and smile at you. He was deeply fond of you and, despite being quite awkward with the rest of the gang members, was quick to show his emotions to you.

That night, you were resting by the dock of Clemens Point. Not a sound could be heard but the faint noise of campfire’s burning logs, or Arthur’s snore as you passed by his tent. Even Dutch was silent after his numerous arguments with Molly, which were now a routine. You had wandered around the tents to see if there were no other lost souls, night owls like you… but everyone was asleep. You had walked to the dock and sat there, taking your boots off and pulling your trousers up, allowing your feet to rest in the cold water. You were facing West, taking time to appreciate how beautiful the sky was, with the Milky Way showing its most beautiful stars above your head, giving you a beautiful picture to enjoy. Gazing at the sky by night was something you often cherished as it was relaxing.

"M…M-May I join you ?"

You turned your head to your right, noticing that Kieran was standing there, dressed in his underwear. His voice was so faint and calm that you had barely heard it. You could tell he was blushing, his hands clenching on the bottom of his shirt, nearly tearing it in the process. You shivered, still intimidated by his presence, gently nodding while patting an empty space beside you.

"Sure." you smiled

It had taken about two or three days for Kieran to make this first move with you. He had mentally rehearsed his speech, from his moves to his facial expression, deeply scared of making you run away. He awkwardly moved forward and sat beside you, the tip of his feet touching the water. His heart rate was incredibly quick, he could not come out with any decent word to make the conversation. In fact… neither could you. His sole presence felt calming enough for you to enjoy the moment, but you were terrified of saying a word, believing he would also run away from you. How wrong the two of you were !

"Crap! It’s cold !" Kieran gasped, quickly dragging his feet out of water

"C’mon, it ain’t so cold." you smiled as Kieran turned to face you

"It is !"

His reaction was heartwarming enough for you to chuckle. The simple fact that he wanted to do things like you, plunging his feet into water despite its temperature was not hot enough, made him look adorable. You had seen Kieran trying to fit in with the rest of the gang by mimicking them on a daily basis, often trying to hold himself like Arthur, sitting by the fire like Sean or helping Ms. Grimshaw with morning chores by repeating her tasks with her proudly watching him do better than the girls all-together. He had genuinely believed the water was somewhat warm when he saw you bouncing your legs back and forth and wanted to join you into this harmless activity.

As soon as he noticed you laugh a little, Kieran blushed and turned his head down. He believed he had ridiculed himself before you, and was wrong ! He turned his head back to you and smiled as he quickly understood he had no right to be ashamed, judging by the comforting glance you gave him. He was so confused and charmed at the same time, enough for him to smile even more. At this moment, he understood that there was nothing to be scared about. In fact, he felt comfortable enough to speak again.

"You… you like gazing at the stars, right ?" he asked

"Yeah. I find it relaxing, especially after tough days. What about you ?"

"Same for me. I love watching stars move above my head… it makes me realise how actually small we are compared with what’s up there."

Your eyes open wide to this statement. Just like you, Kieran loved watching the sky, acknowledging how tiny humans were, and how vast the universe was above you. Centuries ago, you would have been called mad by believing something existed beyond Earth and probably burnt at the stake for heresy. What was above your head was fascinating enough for you be feel lost in your thoughts, but never could you have imagined that Kieran felt the same as you, especially since he could neither read or write.

"My mammy used to say we’re tiny beings." Kieran restarted. "She used to bring me to fields to gaze at the stars and often told me stuff about constellations. Can’t but think about her when I look at the sky now."

"What we she like ?" you asked

"Beautiful and kind. She had her ways, but she loved things that weren’t good for ladies. I was ‘bout six when I lost her and pappy to cholera."

"I’m… I’m sorry."

"Don’t be. It ain’t your fault."

You could help but feel bad about Kieran’s past. The way he childishly called his parents mammy and pappy made you remember your own life, how you had lost your family at a young age too. Having been left alone in the streets of your hometown for years, Dutch and Hosea finding you felt like a miracle, providing you with a family you never expected to have, with Arthur and John as your two older brothers, watching over you since your induction into the gang. Kieran was certainly not as lucky as you, having joined the army for some time before leaving, living on his own before the O’Driscolls got him. Poor Kieran had it worse than many folks of your gang, being an outcast for most of his life.

As far as you remembered, you were still young when Colm and Dutch’s feud occurred and had time to see how cruel the leader of the O’Driscoll boys was with his men. Dutch had shielded you from him, not allowing you to be nowhere near Colm or one of his men. You could remember Arthur and John never leaving you alone when Colm was walking by, even dragging you behind them when he was glancing towards your direction. You felt terrible you heard Kieran speak about him by the fire, how cruel and merciless he was, how many of his men he killed to just replace them, believing he went through hell while riding with the O’Driscoll Boys. At least he was safe with you !

"B-by the way… it was me." Kieran mumbled

"You ?"

"I… I-I’m the one w-who puts flowers on your cot."

You shivered and blushed at this sudden confession. It might have taken so much courage for Kieran to admit such thing to you ! You had been questioning a few gang members for weeks about these gifts, not knowing who would give you flowers and why someone would even gift you something anyway. You were close to mostly everyone, but probably not enough for anyone to give you flowers.

"You’re the one who’s been bringing me flowers all this long ?" you blushed, feeling your heart rate increase

"Y-yeah… You’re so kind to me, and… you know, you didn’t treat me like a monster. And… well… you…"

Kieran kept loosing his words, turning his head down. Saying he was the one who was secretly giving you these beautiful flowers was already such a big step forward ! He could not even think about what he could say next, being overwhelmingly terrified about your rejection, still being somewhat aware that you were receptive to his sweet charms. Kieran kept his head down for a moment as his large eyes twitched a little towards you.

"You’re really attractive…" he mumbled

Your heart stopped beating for a second. If Kieran had told something like this during the day, he would have seen you turning red. Your mouth was half-open, you could not even respond to his sudden compliment. How sweet and genuinely kind Kieran was ! Enough for you to completely forget about your surroundings, and about Dutch who had been woken up, looking at the two of you between his tent flaps while Molly was asleep. The rest of the world did not matter much as you and Kieran, two night owls gazing at the stars above, finally found each other. Yes, finally.

"You… it’s alright… you can tell me to stop…" Kieran mumbled, shyly turning his head away while closing his eyes. "I ain’t probably the one you expected…"

"N-no ! Don’t ever stop, please." you gasped. "Don’t !"

Despite feeling a vast amount of butterflies and bubbles inside you, you could not hold it any longer. You took a deep breath and dragged your feet out of water, moving a little closer to Kieran. Your hand rose to his directly, you lifted his face by gently holding his chin. What a move ! You could feel him shiver as he quickly opened his large eyes to look at you, still surprised. He even looked a little scared… like the lost puppy you thought him to be.

"Y/N…?"

Your other free hand made its way to his cheek, his eyes opened wide. Nobody had even been so gentle towards him, so kind ! And there you were, there you were. His sunshine, his wildest dream. He would have never expected you to be this receptive to his words and act so gently with him. His eyes got filled with tears of happiness, he even moaned of pleasure as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. The very last time someone had touched his face so gently was his mother herself, on her deathbed. It felt good enough for him to smile, bending his head for you to keep going while looking deep into your eyes.

"You’re such a treasure, Kieran…" you smiled. "My treasure… I’m so glad I found you… "

"I’m… I-I’m happy I finally f-found you too…" Kieran stuttered

As you looked into his eyes, you had not noticed that Kieran’s hands had moved to your waist. He rose a little, moving his legs aside as he dragged you a little closer to him, carefully enough not to scare you. He did not want you to run away, he could not allow this… neither could you. You had found each other, and it felt like the beautifulest dream anyone of you could ever imagine.

"I... l-love you." he whispered

You had no time to respond to such a beautiful sentence, Kieran had quickly moved forward to passionately kiss you. Your hands moved to his shoulders, you clung onto his shirt as you were softly pushed down, laying beneath Kieran who could not back away anymore. He kept kissing you so passionately that you even forgot about time and your surroundings. Nothing else mattered but the two of you, finally fusing into one being beneath this endless star-filled sky. Kieran rose a little above you as you gently caught his face between your hands, gazing into his beautiful eyes.

"I love you." you smiled

Kieran smiled and arched his eyebrows, being overwhelmingly thrilled by what you had just said. No one had ever told him such thing ! He wanted to cry, but having you so close to him, ready to receive another kiss from him made him forget about all these negative and nostalgic thoughts he usually kept for himself. He kissed you one more time as you heard someone walk on the dock, causing the two of you to quickly stand up. Dutch was there, his arms crossed on his chest. You and Kieran stood still, turning your head down like two children who had been caught red-handed after messing around, which made Dutch smile.

"What are you doing here ?" he asked

"Gazing at the stars, Dutch." you responded

"We weren’t doin’ anything wrong, S-sir." Kieran added

"You sure weren’t, now go to sleep. Y/N, you’re on guard duty tomorrow, and we need Kieran to take care of horses."

The two of you nodded, causing Dutch to chuckle a little as he watch the two of you walk away in line. Right before separating, you dragged Kieran inside your tent and closed its flaps. In no way could you just leave Kieran sleep by the tree alone again ! You allowed him to lie down on your cot first. He opened his arms to greet you into his embrace.

"Cuddles ?" he whispered

Your heart melted one more time, you could not resist. You obliged and lied next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your head quickly nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he placed a blanket above the two of you.

"All good ?" you asked

"All good."

It had been such a long while since Kieran did not get the right to lie down and enjoy a bed, even a bedroll, anything more comfortable than the bare ground ! He was quick to feel a relaxed, slowly drifting into sleep as he snuggled into your thin mattress. You rose a little to kiss his cheek, causing him to moan while holding you closer to him, held into your embrace on a comfortable bed, hiding under a warm blanket. He had forgotten how great it felt to have covers above him, how great it was to be loved. And, with you, he would remember what love felt like.

"Goodnight, Kieran." you whispered

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missgeevious · 4 months

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Five-Star Reads

I see folks all over social media giving their list of the best books they read in 2023. I decided to do mine here. If you read this and are inclined to post your own list, please tag or repost me so I can add your recs to my TBR. Because what good is a TBR unless it's so huge that you will literally never be able to read all of them? And if we're all reposting and adding to the list.... imagine how many recommendations that will be. *cackles with glee*

Secret Service by Tal Bauer. Listen. Just pack up all your belief and suspend the hell out of it. Then sit back and let this happen to you. It's a fun, sexy ride, and we will need to talk about that airplane scene afterward.

The Rest of the Story by Tal Bauer. If you are a fan of found family and hockey boyfriends, get on this book ASAP. I literally finished it and went back to page 1 to read it again.

Never Stay Gone by Tal Bauer. Look, I promise it's not all Tal Bauer books, but I can't not put this one on here too, ya'll. It's cowboys. And a murder mystery. And a second-chance romance. AND COWBOYS.

Melting by Sean Ashcroft. See? Not all Tal Bauer books. This is a low-angst, fluffy, hug of a novel. If you're looking for a comfort read, this is a great contender.

Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid. This was a reread. We're not going to discuss the number of times I've reread it. If you haven't had the pleasure, you need to make it a priority. Enemies to lovers, hockey boyfriends, a hot Russian, and epic love story. Get reading.

Until I Saw You by Dianna Roman. A man who's recently lost his sight falls for his new caretaker, who has secrets of his own. Angsty hurt-comforty goodness of the first order.

The Seven of Spades series by Cordelia Kingsbridge. A detective and a bounty hunter chase a serial killer and each other. My reading group had a TIME as we tore these up, reading as fast as we could.

Like Real People Do by E.L. Massey. There are three books in this series so far and you are going to eat them up and ask for more. Cute. Sweet. Adorable. Funny. Heartfelt. Great banter. These are going to become your new comfort hyperfixation.

Please feel free to come yell at me here or in my DMs if you read any of these. I love when people love things I love. And I hope your 2024 is full of love and light.

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Hello, hope your having a good day/night?

I dont know if your still taking requests but if you are could I request HH Arthur Morgan x LH Male S/O

A/N: I'm sick, so I might write more fanfics now. Hopefully you'll enjoy <3 I'm sorry if it's not what you had in mind!

HH Arthur Morgan x LH Male Reader

"Crazy bastard"

You were sitting by the fire late at night, drowning your sorrows in some whiskey. It was the usual time where dark thoughts came over you. You were a bad man. A horrible one. You lived a bad life. Not by choice... You had to adapt to the life you were thrown into.

Taken in by a strange couple and their unruly son when you were just a kid. Saved from getting shop by an angry shop lifter. What an interesting day.

"Hand them over boy..." The man growled at you. You hugged the two cans of beans closer to you, glaring at him. You were desperate, starving. You didn't know how to use a gun, how to hunt, so you had to steal. This time however, you got unlucky.

"Piss off" you hissed at him. The man looked furious, pulling a gun out, pointing at you. You froze, feeling like a caged animal. Nowhere to go, getting killed over some food... Not exactly how you wanted to die. Your pa would be disappointed.

No, he'd be disappointed if you gave up. You won't. You held the cans tighter, only raising one hand slowly. The man watched you, hoping you'll pass the cans over to him, and instead was greeted with a middle finger. You gave him a grin.

"I am not dying yet partner" you pushed down the fear, getting ready for a bullet. If you're going to die, then at least with some honor.

There was a gunshot.

But the bullet never came. Instead, the man fell on his knees, wide eye, blood slowly leaving his mouth. He fell on the ground, face first. You looked at him confused before noticing a hole in the back of his head. There was a quiet chuckle behind him.

"Nice work Arthur" said a black haired man, you soon-to-be leader, walking over the man, approaching you. "Now who do we have here?"

From that day on you joined Dutch's boys, becoming their second son. You grew close with Arthur, akward conversation turning into late night talks. But, it wasn't a family you hoped for.

You killed many people. Men, women, children sometimes too. Robbed people, both wealthy and poor. Became an errand boy, especially when Herr Strauss joined, having to go around collecting debts. Beating the crying people who begged for mercy.

You were there when the Backwater mess happened. When John got brought back from being torn apart by wolves. When they brought the woman, Mrs. Adler and the "not O'Driscoll" in. When they brought Sean back home.

And now you were stuck near Rhodes, staring at the fire, thinking how your life would look if you'd try to be a good man. If you tried to behave. If you didn't stole those damn beans.

You got up, sighing heavily, feeling the alcohol go into your blood. You headed over to your tent, passing Dutch. You could've stayed quiet, but something pushed you to open your mouth.

"There he is... When are we going to Tahiti, boss?" You scoffed at him, only to get a confused look. You narrowed your eyes "we both know you plan is bullshit, so how about you tell everyone the truth that we're fucked?" You growled. Dutch, now turning irritated turned to you.

"Cut it out, son. I get you're stressed, but we don't need that right now."

"oh I ain't stressed... I'm just seeing clearly" you grinned, but got yanked away to the side. You blinked confused and turned to yell at whoever grabbed you, until you realized it was your beloved Arthur Morgan.

"What are you doing Y/N?" He frowned and looked at Dutch with a sigh "he's been drinking again.... Don't mind him. You'll work it out, you always do" he nodded to him, pulling you away. You rolled your eyes, pushing him away, yet going in the same direction he was pulling you to - his tent.

"Why do you have to lick everyone's ass?" You muttered, walking in. Arthur frowned, following you.

"We're in a tough situation, no need to steer up more commotion" he walked closer to you. You turned to him, glaring at him.

"Of course, because you're the high and mighty Arthur 'Perfect Son' Morgan, aren't you?!"

He looked at you surprised. To be honest, you yourself wasn't quite sure where that came from.

You loved him. He was the love of your life, you'd never hurt him. But you were jealous. Jealous about how he was better than you. How he was nice to everyone, how they all adored him. How he got smiles and pats on the back while you got scowls and scoffs. You were a bad man, you knew that. But you wanted to be adored. To be known.

Yet being nice seemed to be pathetic.

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, placing his hand on your cheek. You let out a quier sigh, turning your head away. He was looking at you a bit, then cupped your face, turning to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" you pushed his hands away "go be adored. Go find someone who won't ruin your reputation. Go suck everyone's dick so they love you"

"The hell are you talking about?" He laughed, but stopped, noticing you were serious. He frowned, taking your jaw, turning your head to face him.

"I am not leaving you."

"I'm not good for you, Arthur!" You glare at him. "I'm a monster! A good for nothing killer, I don't deserve you, I'm not good for you!"

"Horseshit" the man rolled his eyes. "You're perfect for me"

"I'm not! Maybe you're perfect, but I-" you couldn't even finish because Arthur captured your lips in a soft kiss. You wanted to push him off, but sighed, melting into it. He snickered quietly to which he earned a hit (more of a tap) on the chest. He slowly broke the kiss, looking you in the eyes.

"That's not true" he smiled. "You're everything I could ask for"

You were staring at him quietly, before burying your face in his chest.

"... You smell like cigarettes" you changed the subject. You always did when you got embarrassed or didn't want to face the truth. He sighed softly, petting your head.

You stayed like this for a bit, before you could hear his voice again, jumping a bit as you didn't expect it.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Have you had the dark thoughts again?" He placed his head on top of yours, petting you softly. You blinked.

".... Maybe a bit"

"You know what it means~" he hummed, one of his hands sliding down, grabbing your ass. You tensed up surprised before chuckling quietly.

"Crazy bastard...."

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immajustvibehere · 1 year

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Drunk Kisses - Low Honor

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

Summary: A drunk reader gives Arthur Morgan a kiss. (Low honor version! For high honor click here!)

drabble: 730 words

The celebrations were loud and merry. Sean had been brought back pretty much in one piece. At least his mouth, though missing a few teeth, was in pretty good shape, because he didn't stop talking for the life of him. Arthur had enjoyed a couple of beers and even joined in singing some songs, now he sat alone on a barrel, watching you dance with Lenny. This was what he wanted to do, he had to admit to himself; watching you. And Arthur couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. You were happy and drunk, swinging and torkling in Lenny's arms who too, seemed to have a splendid time.

Lenny and you stumbled. Quickly, the young man snaked his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug to prevent you from falling. For both of you, this was a moment of drunkeness friendship, but Arthur could hardly bare the gesture and readjusted his position, spreading his legs and gruffly putting the beer bottle in between them.

Lenny laughed and slowly toddled in a spin with you. He caught Arthur's intense gaze just for a second and avoided eye contact immediately. Lenny's face was already pressed against your neck, so he didn't have to raise his voice above a whisper.

"I think Arthur would enjoy your company", he suggested with a smile.

"Really?", you posed the rhetorical question. Lenny had known for the longest time that you have a crush on Arthur and it didn't exactly need a detective to figure out that Arthur felt something for you too. But you had chosen to remain oblivious to those signs. Since you never found the courage to make a move and Arthur being rather famous for not admitting any feelings, the situation had remained unresolved for months now.

"Come on, go to him!", Lenny urged with a grin, peeling you off him.

"What if he reje-", you started, doubt creeping in.

"I bet ya twenty dollars he won't", Lenny countered quickly.

You shook your head smilingly. Drunk as you were, twenty dollars seemed a good compensation for possibly getting your heart broken by a rough outlaw.

"Arthur!", you slurred, now staggering towards him.

"Enjoyin' yer time?", Arthur asked, the cruel feeling of jealously leaving his body when he saw Lenny leaving and joining the others at the campfire.

"Would enjoy it more if ya danced with me", you mumbled, coming closer.

"I'm not much of a dancer, sweetheart", Arthur was surprised at how easy the nickname came from his lips but saw with great pleasure how it made you blush.

"Please", you said. You bravely put your knee in between his legs on the barell, which had him quickly pull away the bottle which he had rested there. Arthur's eyes shot to your leg now in between his, he would only have to close his legs and pull you onto his lap to...He forced his gaze away.

"I don't know...", he teasted.

"I'll reward you handsomely", you offered, searching his face for signs that would give you any idea about what he was thinking at the moment.

"With what?", he raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"A kiss", you slurred. Even drunk, this had taken some courage to say.

Arthur breathed a hum and supressed a cocky smile.

"Mind payin' in advance? Don't wanna see ya runnin' off after I embarrassed myself dancin'", he asked, tilting his head slightly upwards to you. Honestly, it was easy to lean in and close the distance between your lips. It was so natural, and you had imagined doing it many times before. Both of you tasted the liquor on the other's lips and it felt so intoxicating, neither of you wanted to pull away. When you eventually had to, just to take a breath, Arthur's hand found the small of your back and pulled you onto his lap.

"What about the dancin'?", you chuckled, getting comfortable.

Oh, he wanted to absolutely ruin you - in the best ways of course. His inebriated mind immediately went to the most nasty places, but for a split second, when he saw you smiling at him, this feeling was joined by the sheer happiness of finally holding you in his arms. He'd take good care of you, he swore to himself.

"How 'bout we do things my way, darlin'?", he asked seductively, his mouth heading towards your neck to plant many suggestive kisses.

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supercriminalbean · 11 months

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No secrets without lies.

Chapter four—An interesting turn.

Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader. (AFAB)

Summary: You go out on a date with your ex but once things get awkward and aren’t what you thought, you leave him and you ring the person who always gives you the comfort and reassurance you need. MINOR DO NOT READ.

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Drugs, Ex, alcohol, swearing. Smut, R18 minors do not read. Sir kink. Creamie pie. Unprotect sex. Hair pulling. Badly written smut warning for that. If I've missed anything let me know.

A/N: So the first spicy part of this series. its not great so apologizes. if you would like to be tagged to this series let me know, taglist at the bottom.

Aaron had dropped you back at your apartment, giving you lots of time to get ready for the night. Currently you’re flicking through your wardrobe trying to find something nice and sensible, but also something that shows off all your curves. Hearing your phone buzz, picking it up to see Aaron had texted you. Having sent you a cute photo of Jack, playing with two of the dinosaur cookies. With a text saying, ‘He won’t just eat them’. Making you giggle, as you imagine Aaron trying to get him to stop playing, and just eat them. Texting him back, ‘Just like his dad he's not good at following directions huh?’ Flinging your phone onto your bed laughing, always finding pleasure in teasing that man.

~~~

Posing in the mirror, you were trying to find the right angle to take a photo, wanting to show your outfit off for Garcia. Your black jeans hugging your body, showing off your ass. You're wearing your black fading into a red top that hangs off the shoulder with long sleeves, with a V neck that shows off your chest. Wearing little to no makeup, that consists of light pink lipstick and mascara, trying to stay low-key. Having short hair meant you didn't have to worry too much about it, letting the curls fall to the sides naturally, using some mouse to stop it from fizzing up too much. You're wearing your new pair of black boots that Garica had gifted you for your birthday. Smiling softly as you feel comfortable in your body, taking a few too many photos in silly poses, sending one to Pen, with the caption. ‘Out to get some hopefully, if not I’ll come over to your’s ;) .’

Putting your phone down as you walk around your apartment, making sure everything is closed, and locked up tight. Picking your phone back up hearing a text come through, smiling as you see Aarons name pop up, clicking into his message. Your heart drops, freezing up, as you see the text you meant to send to Garcia was accidently sent to Aaron.

‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) ’

Reading his text, you can’t help when your cheeks start burning, your heart speeds up. You know he’s just teasing you, probably knowing you meant to send it to someone else. Yet his offer was too tempting, Aaron once again making you rethink about cancelling tonight.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone rings.

“Hey, sorry I know I'm running late I'm just about to leave” Taking a deep breath trying to steady your breathing again.

“Oh that's alright (Y/n), I was just ringing to let you know I was on my way” His deep voice filled with joy, making you smile, having missed the way he sounds.

“Why am I not surprised we are both running later.” Laughing along with him.

“That's always been us babe, I'll see you” Rolling your eyes at the boring pet name, hanging up on him.

~~~

Swinging your legs underneath your chair, as you sip on your cocktail, waiting for him to show up. He chose the bar to meet up at, the one you both used to come to weekly, you decided to wait for him in the same spot you met, up at the bar by the fire.

“Sorry i'm late (Y/N)” He breathes heavily, having walked rapidly from his car park to get to you. Jumping up quickly, smiling excitedly.

“Sean it's been too long” Wrapping him up in a hug, hearing his low chuckles leaving his lips.

“I know, whenever I'm around you're stuck at work” He slowly pulls away, his cologne lingers in the air as he takes the chair beside you. “Ah you remembered my drink” Smirking as he picks his drink up.

“You being a basic beer drinker helps” Snickering as you tease him.

“There no problem with having basic taste, better than your fruity weak drink”

“Hey my drink has three different spirits, making it stronger and also taste way better than yours” Rolling your eyes as you scoff at him.

“Still like rolling your eyes at me huh?” Smirking mischievously, winking smoothly at you, making you laugh. You had forgotten how relaxed and more yourself you always feel around him.

~~~

The night goes by smoothly, you have a few drinks as you two eat. Filling each other in, on what's been happening in the last year or so.

“Yeah the restaurant in New York has been going great, I'm actually being trained up to be the head chef, as our one leaves next week.” He smiles proudly as he sips his beer, your heart warming up with pride.

“Wow, I'm going to have to come see you next time I'm in your city then” Picking your drink up, sipping it gradually. “I can’t believe how much you've changed Sean, getting your act together, no longer sitting around buying drugs with your family's money” Joking lightly, as you both used to do years ago.

His smile falters slightly, cleaning his throat. “Well I’m glad you think so, I saw my brother earlier today, and he kept focusing on the negative, he doesn’t think a restaurant job is going to take me far in life” He huffs out annoyed, his posture tensing up, taking a big swig of his beer. Your smile softens, you knew their relationship was tough. You knew a little of his childhood, the abuse and disappointment he faced as he grew up. His brother grew up and found himself a promising career working with the FBI, actually at Quantico where you work. He works with the government while Sean went in a different direction.

“I know you two have your issues, but you know he means well, he just wants you to have a good future”

“Maybe” He scoffs faintly, his smiles returns slowly, “I'm surprised you haven't ran across him at work yet”

“Yeah me too, I thought I would have by now, what does he do again?” Smiling lightly as you study him. He was still tense, his leg bouncing up and down, something he does when he's nervous, his hand rubbing up his neck through the back of his hair.

“I'm not entirely sure, but he does a lot of paperwork and travels around, helping arrest people” He shrugs, finishing off his drink.

“That describes half the people who work there Sean” Laughing shaking your head at him.

“That's true, i'm going to head to the bathroom really quick” His smile sliding off his face easily as he walks away, observing him closely as he goes. There was something off about him, but you couldn’t figure it out.

~~~

Fresh drinks are placed in front of you, as you wait for Sean to return. He has been in the bathroom for close to five minutes now. Tapping your foot gently as you grow a little nervous, pulling your phone out for a distraction, clicking onto Aarons name. Staring at the last text he had sent you.

‘Well I hope tonight doesn’t work out for you then, my doors always open ;) .’

You couldn't stop wondering if he really meant what he said. Maybe he was just teasing you, you had found out, in the last few weeks, he does enjoy making the odd dirty jokes. Biting your lip gently, as the image of Aaron kissing you, his hands running down your body, enters your mind. Those thoughts are quickly being forced away as Sean sits back down.

“Sorry for the hold up” Smiling forcefully as he picks up his drink.

“Oh it's no problem” Your eyes scan his face automatically, trying to read his emotions. Stopping as you notice a tiny white smear under his nostril, which is slightly red. Your face dropping, your blood running cold, your anger rising rapidly.

“Did you just do drugs Sean?” The accusation dripping from your voice. The anger takes over, your eyebrows narrow as your lips form into a tight line. Your hands clutching the table as Sean's face drops quickly, automatically wiping his face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about (Y/N)” His voice hardening, becoming defensive. Straightening up his body tensing up crossing his arms.

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me, You know I don’t deal with you when you're on drugs” Scoffing loudly standing up.

“Oh come on (Y/n) You never used to care when we dated” He snaps at you, glaring daggers.

“That was before the last time I saw you drugged up” Snapping back at him, pulling out cash, leaving it on the table, as he stares at you.

“Text me, when you get your shit together Sean” Huffing as you turn away from him, hearing his call out your name as you walk out.

~~~

Sighing as you pull out your packet of cigarettes, thinking of having one as you calm down. You were tipsy and angry, these two combined can only lead to a disaster. Your phone buzzes, as you place a cigarette in your mouth. Opening up the text seeing its from Aaron.

‘How's the date going?, my offer still stands if you need ;) ’

His text makes you smirk, deciding to ring him instead of replying.

“Well this is a surprise” You can hear his smirk leaking through his words.

“Tonight sucks so badly Aaron, should have just stayed with you” Giggling softly, using the confidence the alcohol has given you.

“I'm sorry (Y/n/n), well Jack in bed you can come over, if you need to talk” His concern for you over taking the teasing he had planned for you.

“Maybe I should come over, but I don’t want to talk, Aaron, I just need a distaction” Biting your lip, gulping softly, hoping you don’t come off desperate.

“Well I can differently distracted you darling, I did like what your text implied early” His voice deepens, making you blush.

“Oh yeah, and what did I imply huh?” Giggling as you run your hand through your hair, trying to calm your nerves.

“Oh Doll, you know what the first text implied, don't try and act like you're so innocent all of sudden” The way he confidently taunts you, making you blush deeply, gulping for air as your heart races.

“You sound so confident Aaron, I would come over, If I didn’t think you were all talk” Smiling wide as you tease him, the alcohol running through your veins giving you confidence. You can’t help the light gasp that slips out, when you hear him growl quietly.

“Are you really trying to tease me right now, come on sweetheart, you know I always follow my words up, If you come over, I won’t let you leave disappointed” Lust dripping throughout his words. Making your breath hitch, your brain is unable to think properly.

“Aaron, I can be there in ten If you really do want me there” BIting your lip, hoping he wasn't just joking. Anxiety building, what if he doesn’t mean it. The doubtful thoughts trying to ruin this moment.

“My door will be unlocked” Are the last words you hear as the line goes dead.

~~~

Climbing out of the taxi, as you stare up at his building, heart thumping in your chest. Your mind is running with ideas of what will happen when you walk through his door. Taking a deep calming breath, walking inside the door and climb the stairs up to his level. You're getting excited at the idea of being distracted by Aaron. Reaching his door you knock gently, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay. The door is open hastily, Aaron standing there a smug smirk on his face, pulling you inside quickly, making you giggle.

“Well hey there” Biting your lip softly, your arm burning under his touch, he slides his arm around your waist pulling you close.

“You came” He smirks at you, his eyes full of lust.

“Not yet I haven't” Winking up at him, as his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

“Oh that will change” Closing the gap inbetween you, capturing your lips in his. His lips feel soft against yours ,the kiss being full of rough passion. One of his arms stays wrapped around your waist. The other hand, travelling up to rest on the back of your neck, playing with the bottom of your hair. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer while you melt into his touch. You lean into him, deepening the kiss, as his tongue slides in. His hand slides down your waist, grabbing your ass, making your groan softly. He pulls away from the kiss, attaching his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin. Your heart beating fast, breathing hitches as he finds the spot on your neck, that makes your legs feel like jelly. Tilting your neck to the side to give him more access, one of your hands running up through his hair.

“Fuck, Aaron” Panting lightly, cleanching your legs together as you feeling one of his hand sliding down your chest.

~~~

He pulls away from your neck, breathing deep.

“Wait (Y/n), we should talk about this” Taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, while all he wants to do is touch you.

“Can we just talk tomorrow?” Leaning into his touch again, trying to take deep breaths, slowing down your racing heart.

“I need to make sure, you want this, I am your boss after all” His smirking enlarging, licking his lips as he looks down at you in his arms. Taking in how darken your eyes are with lust, the way you bite your bottom lip as you stare up at him. Making his pants feel even tighter.

“Aaron I swear if you don’t take me into your bedroom right now” Shaking your head grinning mischievously at him, relaxing as you notice his eyes light up. He spins you around, so your back is resting into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body. Kissing your neck as you both walk, stumbling slightly towards his bedroom. The door slamming closed behind.

~~~

Quickly turning around to face him, pulling him in for another kiss. His hands slide down your front, playing with the hems of your shirt. You deepen the kiss, your hands slide down unsure of where to place them. You can just feel the wetness pooling between your legs. Hotch breaks the kiss making you whimper softly, as he pulls your top off. Revealing your lacy blue bra, and the upside down larged winged bat tattoo that you have just underneath your left boob. Aaron growls deeply, his hands sliding up your stomach, slowly up to your breast. His thumb sliding across the tattoo, as his other hand unclips your bra tossing it away. Your legs hitting the end of bed, as he gently presses you down, getting on top of you. His eyes black with lust, stay fixate on your tattoo. Clenching your thighs together, trying to get any friction.

“Do you like it?” Your voice is light as air, feeling at ease under his touch.

“God, your fucking gorgeous” Licking his lips, one of his hands toying with your nipple, earning a faint groan in response. He places a tender kiss on your chest, before he takes the other nipple in his mouth. Closing your eyes as your hand, runs through his hair, focusing on the way his mouth feels. The room soon fills up with your light pants and soft groans as you tug on his hair.

~~~

Opening your eyes, as you feel Aaron pull away, straightening up as he pulls his shirt off. Your eyes scan over his chest, checking on all of those muscles. Landing on his shoulder, seeing them flex as he throws his shirt away.

“Holy shit, you're hot” Swallowing thickly, licking your lips. Hearing a small low chuckle in response.

“Thanks doll” The pet name making your breath skip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

His hands are at your jeans unbuttoning them, lifting your hips as he pulls them off swiftly.

Aaron gulps, licking his lips hungrily as he notices that the blue lacy panties you're wearing are soaked. His hands sliding up your thigh, making you shiver under his touch. Smirking as you see him stop, as he finds another one of your tattoos. A dragon twirled around two large red roses and beautiful green leaves surrounding them.

“You are full of mystery, aren’t you darling” His breathing became more uneven, his pants feeling tighter. He traces your tattoo with his finger lightly, almost teasingly.

~~~

“Aaron I need you please” Whimpering, shiving under his touch.

“You need to learn to be patient” His voice comes out low, as he moves closer to the throbbing mess between your legs. Pulling your panties off slowly, kissing up your thigh as he does. Finally pulling them off completely and tossing them away. His finger brushing lightly between you slit, earning a quiet whimper as you lift your hips, looking for more. His hands are pushing you back down harshly, smirking at you.

“I thought I told you to be patient, doll” Sighing with playful disappointment, making you whimper even more.

“Please I need more”

“If you want me to continue then you need to be patient, understand?” The sternness comes through stronger, making you hold back a groan as you nod. “Words, sweetheart”

“Yes sir” You smirk up at him which soon fades, as you see his lip curling up. Gulping, taking a deep breath as you realise teasing him might not be working well in your favour.

“What a good doll” His finger slides through your slit, collecting some of the wetness. Closing your eyes, focusing on the pleasure, groaning as you let yourself enjoy it. His finger rubs circles around your clit, pinching the bundle of nerves between two fingers. Earning a soft whimper, gripping the blankets underneath you. He pulls his fingers away earning a whine from you but before you can complain he quickly replaces it with his tongue. Licking a strip up, making you shiver, trying to stop yourself from clenching your thighs close.

~~~

“Your pussy tastes so sweet darling” He grows darkly, as his lips curl around your clit, sucking and pulling at it. The sound leaving your mouth goes straight to Aarons cock, he slides his finger in you. Feeling how tight and wet you are, enjoying the way you are clenching around him. He pulls off your clit, taking a deep breath as he enjoys the taste of you on his lips. Sliding a second finger in, hearing you groan softly.

“Damn darling those sounds you make, have got me feeling so hard”

Hearing those words coming from him pushing you so close to the edge.

“Aaron I need to cum” Whimpering as your body shakes, arching your back, your hips lifting as you clench around his fingers. He pushes you back down on the bed, before he places mouth back on your clit. His tongue draws patterns around it, pushing you over the edge, letting out a long line of moans. His name falling from your lips so easily, as if it's the only thing you're able to think.

~~~

Your heart is racing, trying to take deep breaths as you calm down from the amazing high Aaron had just brought to you. His fingers slide out of you, letting you have a small break, bringing his fingers up to your mouth.

“Open” The simple command making your cheeks burn, as you respond immediately. Your tongue twirling around his fingers, sucking everything you could off them.

“You're so obedient for me, aren’t you? tasting how sweet your pussy is off of my fingers” His voice is dripping with lust, making you groan softly around his fingers.

“I need you so badly, Aaron” Your whimpers making him chuckle slightly.

“You are so needy, aren’t you?” He stands up pulling his pants off, his underwear barely able to contain the tent in it.

~~~

Your eyes almost drop out of your socket as he pulls them off. His cock flicks upwards, and fuck is he big, and thick. You haven’t seen anything as glorious as him before.

“Fuck your huge” You gulp, breathing heavily as you see his hand wraps around it, smirking down at you.

“Mm I thought you would like it” His cocky tone, making you roll your eyes, pulling yourself onto your knees in front of him.

“I want to touch it” Your words coming out sounding shy and desperate, as you wrap your hand around his cock. Your hand is barely able to wrap around it completely, biting your lip softly. Feeling how hard it is, as it throbs in your hands, making you squeeze your thighs together. His hand is quick to tangle in your hair, making you look up at him. Gulping thickly at the harsh tugs, which makes your heart beat fasten.

“You do not get to roll your eyes at me like that, unless it's from pleasure understood?” The stern look he gives you makes everything melt from your mind. Unable to form words, you give a simple nod, which apparently wasn’t the right thing. His grip tightens in your hair, making you groan softly. An amused look on his face as he stares down at you, his chest pounding. The sight of you down on your knees, with his cock in your hand, as you struggle to think straight. Is enough to push him over the edge, and want to flip you over and slide himself straight into you.

“I want words doll, tell me what you want” He takes a deep breathing calming himself, as he

stares straight into your eyes, that are filled with want and lust.

“I want to suck your cock, please Sir” Pleading up at him, a small pout on your lips.

“Oh so polite doll, go ahead, taste it” The smirk on his face making your face heat up before wrapping your lips around his throbbing cock. You bob your head up and down slowly, your hand stroking the parts you can’t reach. Feeling nervous that you weren’t doing a good job, trying to take more of it in. Your nervousness melts away as you hear a low groan escaping his lips. That was the reassurance you need as confidence fills you up, your hand sliding down to play with his balls. Managing to take more of him down your throat, his groans getting louder, his hand playing with your hair. Glancing at him slowly, and god are you glad you did. His head is tilted backwards, his eyes closed, his mouth agape. The pleasure he was feeling evident on his face, the way he groans out your name. Soon becoming one of the most precious things you have ever heard. The way you swallow around his cock, making him grip your hair tighter. Thrusting a few times hitting the back of your throat, feeling you gag around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder. He knows your mouth can say snarky things, but never could he imagine how good it could feel around his cock. The way your tongue slides under it, pushing him close to the edge. Pulling you off his cock, breathing heavily as he looks down at you. Tears sliding down your face, as you breath hard trying to catch your breath, smiling proudly up at him.

~~~

“Your mouth feels amazing, but I wanna cum fucking you” Holy fuck, his voice does so many things to you. You never thought he would be into talking to you like this, ever. Swallowing thickly as you nod before remembering the rule.

“Please, fuck me sir” He pushes you down, landing softly on your back, head hitting his pillows.

“Good manners” He chuckles as he moves to his bedside draws, looking for a condom. “Shit” Huffing as he slams the draw closed. Turning to face you, slowly. “I don’t have a condom”

“Im on birth control” Biting your lips as you gaze up at him, the stress fading from his face. He leans down, kissing you softly as he gets on top of you. Trailing kisses down your neck, kissing just under your ear, his voice coming out low but sweetly.

“Want me to fuck you raw doll?” Teasing you lightly with his cock.

Swallowing down a whine, bobbing your head yes. “Please Aaron, I need you” Whimpers slightly as he growls deeply, pushing in slowly.

“God you're so tight” Groaning softly, holding back from pounding straight into you. Not wanting to hurt you, as he pushes all the way in.

Moaning softly as he starts moving, at a slow pace at first.

“Damn those sounds you make, are so pretty darling” Groaning softly, his hand slides up your chest, playing with your nipple.

“Sir, faster please” Whimpering softly, your eyes closing, as he picks up the pace.

“You don't get to order me around” Pinching your nipple, making you whimper, clenching around him. “You like that huh?” Chuckling, groaning as he goes harder.

He falls into a fast but gentle pace, making you moan louder, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders. Opening your eyes, and fuck, the pleasure on his face. The way his eyes are half closing, the sweat on his face, as he pants deeply. The sweet sound falling from his lips making you shiver. Never have you ever heard someone groan as pretty as him. He moves leaning in closer to you, leaving a travel of kisses across your shoulders. His position changing, his cock hitting deeper, finding your G spot. Your eyes roll back, pleasure filling you up quickly, pushing you close to the edge. Trying to let him know you were close, but all you could get out was an incoherent line of moans. Clenching hard around him as your orgasm hits hard. Shivering uncontrollably as you're gripping onto his shoulders hard, nails pinching into his skin.

“Holy fuck, doll squeezing me so hard” He groans loudly, thrusting a couple more times. Pushing himself over the edge, his cum filling you up.

~~~

The room is filled with heavy deep breathing, both of you struggling to catch your breath. Smiling up at him, as he pulls out of you gently. A groan escaping his lips as he sees his cum dripping out of you. Resting your head on the pillows, managing to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe you have just had sex with your closest friend, with your boss. Aaron lays down beside you, glancing at you. You're staring up at the ceiling, feeling awkward. What do you do now, should you leave? You both finished so there is probably no reason why he want to keep you around. Negative thoughts once again trying to ruin the moment.

“(Y/n) are you alright?” The concern, softness of his tone, sounding completely different to what you were hearing only minutes ago. You turn to look at him nodding gently, your eyes gone soft, starting to feel self conscious. Aaron sighs gently, wrapping his arms around you pulling you into him. Relaxing slowly at his touch, moving onto your side, resting your head on his chest. Closing your eyes as you listen to his heart beat, feeling safe in his arms. His hand softly stroking your hair, kissing your forehead gently.

“I’ve got you (Y/n), you're safe with me” The gentle caring tone, pushing the negative thoughts out of your brain.

“Thank you” Smiling lightly, keeping your eyes closed.

“You don’t need to thank me darling” His hand is playing in your hair, as you both calm down from the highs.

~~~

Opening your eyes slowly, seeing Aaron smiling down at you softly.

“That was amazing” Smirking up at him, feeling relaxed and calm once more.

“Oh that was better than amazing” He chuckles faintly, as he watches you looking peaceful in his arms. He never thought that tonight would end like this.

“Stay here okay” His voice is calming, nodding as he pulls away, walking out. He returns quickly, holding a washcloth, and a bottle of water.

“Drink you need to hydrate” Smiling gently up at him, taking it from him.

“You don’t need to look after me Aaron”

“Oh I know, but I will anyway” He smirks at you smoothly. Moving between your legs, using the cloth to clean you up gently. You can’t help but wince slightly as he brushes past your clit.

“Are you hurt?” The concern and worry quickly fills him, as he stares at you, worried he was too rough with you. Giggling softly at him, shaking your head.

“No, I'm just sensitive” Blushing lightly, liking the way he wants to look after you.

“I'm sorry doll” The pet name makes you giggle again as he pulls away.

“I like that name”

“Oh I noticed that sweetheart” He winks at you as he straightens up, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “Finish your drink, then have a shower while I clean up okay?”

“Oh let me help clean up” Standing up, your legs wobble, making you grip the drawer beside you to stop yourself from falling over. Laughter fills the room, turning around to glare at Aaron, who has a big proud grin on his face.

“Ass” Shaking your head as he walks over.

“What was the darling?” Grinning at you as he wraps his arms around you. Rolling your eyes leaning into him. “I prefer it when you roll your eyes under me next time” Teasing you lightly as he kisses you gently.

~~~

You're having a hot shower, relaxing under the water as he cleans up the bed. Allowing the hot water run over your tensed muscles. Taking your time in the shower, when you finally get out, the bed is remade all nicely and cleaned. The bedroom is empty, looking at your clothes on the floor, not wanting to sleep in them. You move over to Aaron's wardrobe flicking through it. Trying to find something that will be more comfortable and will fit you to sleep in. Finding one of his larger hoodies, sliding it on. You're finishing pulling it on as he walks in, his eyes sliding down your body, enjoying the way you look in his clothes.

“Really?, that's my favourite hoodie” Laughter rolling off his lips, the sound makes joy fill you up. Turning around to face him.

“It is extremely comfy” Giggling faintly as he wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead.

“I like this” He mumbles quietly, liking the way you fit in his arms.

“So do I, I know we need to talk, but I'm really tired” Leaning your head into his chest.

“We can talk tomorrow” He smiles softly as he leads you back to his bed. You both lay down getting comfy, his arms wrapping around you pulling you close. Resting your head on his chest, feeling at home in his arms. Closing your eyes as he kisses your forehead lovingly.

“Goodnight (Y/N)” He mumbles his lips resting against your head.

“Goodnight Aaron” Yawning softly as you let sleep take you.

~~~

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sushisocks · 6 months

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cmon you cant just say how queercoded sean is and then not expand on itผ(•̀_•́ผ)

/lh

My need to constantly talk about Sean MacGuire is really being indulged lately jnhbvbjnbh Thank u dear anon <3

oKAY so like, anon, I will be the FIRST to admit that me calling Sean queercoded might've been a strong choice of words all things considered (especially compared to ACTUALLY explicitly gay Bill Williamson which could go for queercoding considering it's only really explicit if you look for it or catch it). I read Sean as queer in a lot of ways, and that is probably in no small part because I'm queer myself. BUT in my defense, what am I supposed to take away from the developers cuffing Sean's jeans like that?? His queer little swagger???? The outfit with that haircut?????? That is a BISEXUAL MAN if I've ever seen one!!!

^me rn fr (always, about Sean and Lenny in particular. My gay Lenny headcanon is a lot more solid though, I'll be frank, and I'm honestly waiting to go the fuck off about it properly here some day lmao)

On a more serious note though, I definitely think Sean's admiration for Arthur can be read as a little bit of a crush in certain instances. Not that I particularly ship that pairing, but certain ways Sean responds to Arthur has always had me 🤔🤔 For example (and I'm really gonna out myself and how often i rewatch his missions here) in pouring forth oil, when Arthur gets mad forreal for a sec and threatens Sean (after Sean has a tantrum abt not being invited along which.... come on), and Sean laughs, there is DEFINITELY a crush-related way of reading that interaction & Sean's response. Not to mention the lil lookover Sean gives him I mean COME ON he's not even that subtle!

Not to speak of the fact that the first thing he does after being rescued from bounty hunters is ask Arthur for a hug - how many of yall Arthur Morgan horny ppl wouldn't die to do the same? Sean was ahead of the game. He's one of you, I swear.

I think Sean being queer makes sense with his personality too, as the sort of laid-back and easy-going one. Though I also think, given the time and the fact that I think he's bi, it's probably not smth he's ever thought very hard about? You know, heteronormativity etc etc, him and Karen having their messy thing going on etc etc, but Sean WOULD kiss a homie and not really have a problem with it. He'd just -- not think about it much harder, you know?

It's that same attitude he has, which leads me to believing if given the chance he'd be very gnc. I know I've said it before but I do headcanon that modern au Sean would def fuck around with skirts and makeup and nailpolish, and have a very loose relationship with his gender as a man at best. It makes sense to me, for someone who is both that easygoing, and has that sense of interest in societal issues, to at some point have the realization of 'oh gender roles are made up' and act accordingly, you know?

And then I'm also taken with, and sort of speaking from, this sort of perspective of the gang at large as very queer. Speaking of it in that academic way, as a sort of rejection of normative society - heteronormative society in particular - there's absolutely an inherent queerness to this entire gang of outlaws doing as they will. When being queer has always meant being ostracized from society, it is easy to read characters ostracized from society as queer; in this way, and in my opinion, the queercoding is inherent to this game, and these characters. It's there at the very foundation of their situation and way of living, and it's why I personally am never going to argue against any type of queer headcanon (and why I'm a proponent of many of them myself lol). Me seeing queerness in Sean and Lenny, is no different from me seeing it in Arthur and Charles, or Sadie and Karen, or Hosea and Dutch, or literally ANY other gangmember.

I feel like I went on a tangent here, again, as I am prone to do, BUT my main point is: Sean MacGuire is so so queer bcz I said so, and becuase why the fuck else would he be like that?

#JOKING at the end there but also absolutely not #thank u anon for asking me abt this lmao #ultimately sean is harder to argue for as queer bcz he has the least amount of screentime of the gang members. we have crumbs to work with #but i SWEAR he has been reading as queer to me from the moment i first saw him #mf 'can i get a hug arthur?' DUDE who the FUCK else asks that 😭#sean macguire #rdr2 #red dead redemption meta #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 meta #arthur morgan #lenny summers #teki talks #rdr thoughts #asks #rdr asks #meta asks

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eaaaazygurl · 2 years

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Violet Flowers

Pairing - Arthur Morgan x F!reader

Summary - You find John Marston staring at you longer than you'd come to appreciate. As you confront your friend, he can't help but let it slip that Arthur has a big surprise for you.

Wordcount - 7000+ (a long read! May need some time to finish.)

Notes - Slightly modified Canon: Sean was taken by O'driscolls instead of Bounty Hunters, the events of RDR2 take place over the course of years in the three states rather than just one year (because only playing as Arthur for 1 year in game time is CRIMINAL and this is an established long term relationship!) Fluffy Morgan obviously, Dutch being a dick without actually making an appearance, John being a supportive best friend and brother.

PS: My apologies if I have irritated anyone. I've reposted in hopes that the read more works. I didn't realise you actually had to add a read more! So thank you to the person who kindly pointed out that adding one would be a good move ^^

Marston was staring at you again.

The scarred Outlaw stood at the steaming stewpot, sharp eyes stuck to you, unaware that you had obviously taken note.

It was just past 7pm, you had been taking in the thick, pungent aroma of the Bayou Nwa swamps that surrounded the Van Der Linde's new camp; Shady Belle, a quaint rundown plantation house that had been without repair or proper inhabitants for what looked like a decade now. Whilst somewhat unpleasant, you had been here in the stagnant water and shit-filled silt before when you were once just a small posse of seven men and women, all of them friends and family, off to explore the supposed wonders of Saint Denis just beyond the border of the Bayou - or rather - you had gone to scope any easy pickings and see the potentiality of robbing the city's main bank before heading back to your camp in the Heartlands of New Hanover. So yes - you were already accustomed to the smell of rotten corpses and Alligator excrement by now.

You sat idle upon the rotting wooden bench just beside the plantations main doors where you and Sadie had shared a good laugh on the situation of things; Little Jack had returned, saved by the men of the gang. You had never seen Abigail beam a smile so bright as she charged through the commotion to lock her young son into a death grip of a hug, tears of joy streaming down her rosy cheeks as she cried out many thank-you's to the boys. There had been a party that night, one that descended into an entire gang sing-along whilst Javier struck the cords of his trusty guitar. John and Abigail had retreated just after one song, wanting to make Jack comfortable in their new camp, and you had scouted around the group to find your partner: Arthur Morgan.

Your relationship had blossomed the day he returned back to Clemens Point, black and blue and horrifically injured by Colm O'driscoll and his boys. Your extensive knowledge on tending to injuries had come in useful that night and you were able to clean the awful gun wound to Arthur's shoulder whilst effectively voiding any fever or infection. Your feelings towards the Outlaw had been apparent for months; having been good friends for just over a year beforehand, running the O'driscoll Boys from the Heartlands so that your posse and Arthur's gang might be a little safer. Clearly you had pissed them off one too many times, and you spent the next few weeks blaming yourself for Arthur's kidnapp. During those weeks of you aiding Arthur; washing him, tending to his beard and hair and making sure he was well fed and hydrated, you had both admitted to eachother your true feelings. The entirety of the Van Der Linde gang had caught on many months prior but you both had been blissfully unaware until then.

It had been - and still was - a beautiful, fruitful relationship. You were both extremely gentle with eachother, attempting to outmatch the other with gifts, words or physical affection. But, you were also an unstoppable duo when it came to getting jobs done. Wherever your names were known, people knew not to piss the both of you off when you came into town, lest they want a bloodbath.

A deep sigh of relaxation escaped your lungs as you sloped down on the bench in deep thought as you remembered back on the events prior to Shady Belle, ignoring the seats complaints as the beams of wood creeked under your weight. Sadie had left a little while earlier for a small scouting mission around the Bayou alongside Lenny, voicing her goodbyes with a 'See ya later.' Kieran passed on by with a little wave and small nervous smile, prompting you with a cheerful "Afternoon, Duffy."

Your eyes met the little pot of stew just ahead once again, investigating who had gathered round to take a bowl before you decided to go in and offer yourself some of the contents: Tilly, Jack and John were huddled around the pot, Jack attempting to take himself out a ladle of the sloppy liquid.

You eyed John once more out of instinct, feeling his eyes burning into you yet again. You were confused, feeling irritation begin to bubble in the pit of your stomach. Marston knew your relationship with Arthur and he knew what consequences he would be facing if he attempted anything - even now he would be getting a rather hard clip around the back of the head for staring as much as he was. Besides, he had Abigail and they seemed happy! Happier - at least, and yet, he still hadn't taken his eyes off of you. That's when you decided to act, pulling yourself up with a stretch and then sauntered over towards the pot with a lick of your lips, your stomach aching. You were hungry, afterall.

"Wolfbite." You addressed John as such, a silly little nickname Arthur had given him when you had both found John drunk as a fool and harassing the general store clerk inside of Rhodes. You had to drag him out of the shop by his arms, and as you recall Arthur had berated him for such actions; "God dammit Wolfbite, you go five minutes in the town and yer already tryin' to get us shot at!"

John shot you a displeased glare at the comment, but he knew ultimately it was just a fun little nickname - nothing as irritating and uncomfortable as Micah's retorts. Besides, you were one of John's closest friends within the gang, irritating eachother for the fun of it was just in both of your nature: "Y/n." He addressed you back, watching as Jack struggled aimlessly with the ladle.

You watched intently as John eventually came to his son's aid, gripping the handle against Jack's little hand, "Here, this is how you do it," He pulled the ladle down so that the bowl of the object took a big dip into the stew. Jack studied the way his father brought the ladle up some and then spilled the contents into the silver bowl; "Now you try, without my help."

Jack pursed his lips, focusing hard as he preformed a very similar action to his father, taking a dip and then pouring the liquid into his bowl, "I did it!"

"You sure did, Jack." John praised the boy with a ruffle to his brown hair, then began nudging him away, "Now go on, back to your mother before you drop your hard work all over the floor."

"Thanks, Pa." Jack had turned to reply, and although you spotted a brief flinch from the man, he relaxed rather quickly and replied with a, "You're welcome, son."

Jack soon made his way back, leaving you and John alone at the pot. You bent down to take your own bowl, draining some stew into it, "I'm proud of you, ya know."

"Why?" John took a small step back to allow you some room.

You drew back after filling your own dish, glancing up at John with a smirk, "Just you and Jack. You've really changed your way with him since Horseshoe."

John awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he too bent down to collect a bowl, "You weren't even with us at Horseshoe Overlook?"

"No," You took a spoon of soup, "but Arthur tells me a lot. Said he didn't understand why you shyed away from your own son for so long, how you and Abigail were fightin' all the time." As you blew on the hot contents within the dip of your spoon, you watched curiously as John let out a deep sigh, waving his empty bowl around as he groaned, "Of course Arthur tells you everything. What else has the old man rambled on about?"

You gave John a soft laugh and shrugged, taking a mouthful and swallowing, "Nothin' much. Just how you bellyache all the time, especially since you became a wolf's chew-toy. But between you and me? Sean had the biggest mouth," as you mentioned Sean's name, you frowned deeply.

The events over the course of the past few weeks were awfully troubling and your escape from Clemens Point had forced you all to leave Sean behind. The Greys had put a bullet through his head - he hadn't even been on the defensive from what Arthur told you.

You could see the pain in your lover's eyes as he explained the situation, how Sean had been dishonorably shot, Bill too although he had survived. How the boys almost wiped out the entire Grey family and dealt with the drunken Sheriff. The locals might have said that ridding the town of those two parasitic families was a blessing, but all blessings come with their consequences, and poor young Sean had been the unknowing sacrifice. He was your friend long before you knew of the Van Der Linde gang and Arthur. You recalled many a night of drunken laughter with Sean and your posse. He had even been the one to properly introduce you and Arthur, pushing the Cowboy to help you out when Arthur had freed you after the raid on the O'driscolls to save Sean himself. Now, Sean was gone, and even if the Irishman could be a little gutter-brained and irritating at times, you all missed him dearly.

"I do miss that kid, even if he was a little shit at times. He was an annoying little brother in a way." John was now filling his bowl though a little sluggishly as he shook his head at the reminder of Sean Macguire.

"Arthur said the same." You reply, taking another mouthful and briefly looking towards the sky as if in search of something. You then clear your throat to remind John of your previous talk before the sore subject of Sean came up, "Anyway... about Arthur."

"What about Arthur?"

You hush John with a sigh, leaning more on one foot than the other as you squint slightly to capture the man's attention, "He worries about you John. He just wants you to bond with Jack, to have what he didn't because of..." your voice trailed off, but John carried the conversation onward: "Issac and Eliza... yeah, I know." He took a small stroll over towards where a small campfire had been smouldering, setting himself down onto one of the wooden crates whilst you took your place at a fallen log.

John continued, "I've got something that he had and cherished, and that was taken away from him. I was throwin' that all away whilst he was suffering his losses. I'm a damn fool."

"I don't think you are." You chimed in quickly. You'd had a conversation of some sort similar to the one you were having with John now, remembering how Arthur understood his little brother's worries but wished he'd come and confided in him before running off for god knows how long. What you said next was almost a direct repeat of what Arthur had said to you: "I think you're misguided yes, but not a fool. Besides, you're making an effort now. That's more than enough, and Arthur seems to think so too."

John glanced up at you from his stew with a small startle, "He does?"

A soft laugh escaped your throat as you finished your meal, throwing down the bowl to rest your arms against your knees, "He's happy for ya John. All he wished for was that you and the boy got along. Seems like that wish is coming true."

John shared the smile with you, appreciating your little talk. You gave it a few seconds before prodding John with the question you had originally planned on asking him: "So, there's another thing I was gonna ask you,"

John placed his bowl below his feet in a patch of sodden boggy grass, "What's that?"

What you said next had John freeze, tighten his lips and sit up straight.

"Why were you staring at me? Wasn't hard to realise concidering I had full view of the camp from the plantation house." You leant forward slightly, a brow raising as you smirked, "Y'do realise if Arthur found out he'd have your head?"

There was a brief silence, and then John answered with a short and stubborn, "Wasn't nothing like that and you know it. You got Arthur and I got Abigail. B'sides you're my best friend who would I-"

"Easy there John you might end up losin' your voice at this rate! I'm just jokin' with ya," You shook your head, amused when John slowly forced his jaw to shut, eyes narrowed and mouth pouting as though he had been a child scolded by their mother, "I was just lost in my own head okay?" He managed to speak out bluntly.

You clearly weren't satisfied with his answer and at the right time, too. Thundering hooves alerted you to someone's return. As you and John both glanced over towards the hitching posts, you spotted Arthur skidding to a stop upon his white Arabian mount, gracefully slipping from her side to give her a gentle brush and feed before hitching her up.

You slowly twisted your gaze back round to John, a smug look crossing your face, "Great timing on Arthur's behalf. Sure you don't want me to call him over?"

"No!" John had snapped back, not out of anger, but anxious fear, and not the terrified fear but one that he usually felt when Arthur was mad with him, like a scolded child, "No- please don't. Arthur WILL have my head if I tell you."

"Tell me? Tell me what?" That statement had confused you, and clearly it hadn't meant to slip because John was now writhing awkwardly on his perch, cursing under his breath. You wanted to pry further, now completely invested in knowing what it was John was trying to hide, "Marston, are you and Arthur upto something? Come on tell me, I won't say a word. Promise."

John tried to throw his mind onto something else but to no avail. He tried averting his gaze but it was too much. His eye briefly caught Arthur, still tending to his horse. The pressure began to mount. Your eyes were staring with an intensity that almost burnt: "A robbery? Some sort of big job? Please tell me, pleassseee?!"

"Okay fine! I can't tell you everything, that would ruin it but-" He ducked a little and brought himself forward so his voice could be lowered, quickly checking on Arthur to make sure he wasn't striding over. Your confused expression only deepened as John shuffled closer and quietly spoke, "Arthur's got a surprise for you, but I can't say anything else." You guessed that, so you frowned, displeased. John then hissed a whisper, eyes wide with warning, "It would really ruin it- and don't say anything! If he finds out you even have the smallest idea he'll throw me into the swamp!"

You knew the threat of Arthur launching John into the water was one that made his body shudder. It was common knowledge within the camp that John Marston could not swim, and a common joke shared amount the many to tease him with. Even Jack took a few digs from time to time, leaving John to snap back a "Don't you start imitating your Uncle now!"

And so, you agreed, placing a hand onto John's shoulder in reassurance, "Okay, I won't say a word. Promise."

"Say a word about what?" Arthur had somehow managed to come up behind you and John without a sound, a brow raised with a dark shadow falling over his eyes from the brim of his hat. He rested his large hands upon your small shoulders, leaning down so that his mouth came to your ear, "Is Marston botherin' you darlin'?"

"Oh no not at all!" You gave Arthur a soft smile, pressing your cheek against his own, his short beard tickling the soft velvet of your skin.

John sat upright and smiled awkwardly, holding his hands upwards in a gesture, "We were just talkin'."

"Yeah I guessed that, but about what?" As Arthur spoke, the beard tickled earning a little giggle that made the Outlaw internally melt.

"About little Jack. John's been teaching him how to pour his own dinner. He's even gonna take him fishing soon." You gave John a look as if to say 'go along with it.' Whilst not entirely a lie, John had just showed Jack how to handle a ladle, the fishing part was false.

Arthur's interests had peaked at the mention of fishing. John hated the water, so this was a first, "You? And water? Fishin'? Well I never thought I'd see the day! You really are trying to bond with that kid,"

John gave Arthur a slow nod. He was anxious and he knew exactly where this was going. He couldn't escape this now...

"Looks like you an' me are goin' fishin' then, Marston! Not now, obviously. But soon. Proud of ya, brother." As Arthur gave John a gleaming smile, he cleared his throat, gently cocking his head a few times to encourage Marston away. Almost instantly he clocked on, grabing his bowl and yours too, "Well I'm off. I'll get these cleaned for you Y/n, no need to thank me. See you soon." John threw his hand to the side in a 'goodbye,' scurrying off into the crowd.

"Hey there, sweetheart." Arthur, now finally alone with you, sat to your side and gently nestled you into his side, placing his chin against the top of your head, "You okay?"

"Better now you're here," You enjoyed the warmth Arthur's broad chest brought you, inhaling the scents of tobacco and various herbs, mint being one such iconic scent. It wasn't often you and Arthur could settle against eachother without the threat of danger lurking nearby. Usually Arthur would be hurled into one of Dutch's crazy plans, hunting for the gang or out on scouting missions. You often joined him on them, but Dutch had been strict on making sure you two were in for the job rather than the time spent together. You weren't one of Miss Grimshaw's slaves luckily, Dutch and Hozier saw your great potential and wanted to put that to good use.

Now you could just relax, taking in the gentle chatter of the camp and quiet cooing of an owl overhead. Distant gurgles of Alligators could be heard some ways off. Your ear then met the gentle thudding of Arthur's heartbeat. Bliss could not come in many forms but this just had to be one of them. Usually Arthur wouldn't be so forward and open with his emotions in front of prying eyes, he tended to keep that confined to less crowded areas but tonight was different, Arthur simply didn't care for what others thought. He was still the same tough man that could load two hay stacks onto his shoulders and walk a mile without a bother as much as he was the gentle, kind and sweet man that had won you over.

Eventually Arthur pulled back from you, eyes gleaming and face a slight dash of red. You'd noticed it in the orange glow upon his face - his eyes had brightened and cheeks darkened slightly, giving away his blush. His hand found the rim of your jawline and gently nudged your head upwards to meet his gaze, "I got somethin' for yer."

"Oh?" Intrigue had your eyes widen as you sat up a little more, shoulders lax and smile cheerful. You never got used to the little gifts Arthur would bring back for you, and so you were excited to see whatever it was next. A new gun, perhaps? Maybe even a fine bit of jewellery he'd managed to pickpocket. Whatever it was, you were curious. Arthur took your hand and stood, you following suit close after. He was walking you past the plantation house towards the overgrown garden that bordered the swamp. In the near distance your eyes could pick up the glow of amber and a structure you'd never seen before. It was something like a bandstand but smaller, a wooden gazebo, creeping vines completely overtaking it's structure with little white flowers growing from each stem. From what you could gather at a glance, the shrubbery had been cut back extensively and the vines looping the wood prunes and trimmed to give it a much neater appearance. The murk had been swept away and cleaned to the best of it's ability.

You were now inches away from the structure. Awe overtook you as Arthur gently ushered you onto the steps, your eyes meeting a number of half melted candles, their flames dancing in the soft breeze. Little purple flowers were scattered across it's interior - the same flowers from Big Valley, yours and Arthur's favourite spot. There were also yarrow petals from what could have been Clemens Point, and tiny yellow orchids from up in West Elizabeth. Slowly, you began to make a connection: these flowers were from key areas you had been in during yours and Arthur's time together. The yellow orchids reminded you of the day Arthur had freed you from the O'driscolls, the yarrow a flower you had used to heal Arthur's injuries from his own kidnapp and the purple flowers in Big Valley, the place where you had both realised your feelings.

"It's beautiful Arthur..." those words escaped your gaping mouth, Arthur watching you with a wide smile as you examined the decor with sparkling eyes; "I'm glad you think so, darlin'."

"You didn't have to go through all of this effort for me... it must've taken you days to get to all of these flowers." Curiosity began to ebb once more. Your gifts had often been small and sweet, picked up by chance on the cowboys adventures across the states. Only this time... these flowers hadn't been picked by chance.

Arthur simply replied with a small nod, "It did. Three days, in fact. That's why me and John were gone three days but uh- don't tell Dutch." He cleared his throat and lowered his tone, smirking, "He jus' thinks we went out on some robbin's across the states."

"Got ya, I won't say a word." You gave Arthur a small gesture that imitated locking your mouth and throwing the key before you returned to studying the flowers and candles, "You really outdid yourself this time. How am I going to get you a better gift now?"

"There ain't no need darlin' this ain't a competition." Arthur chuckled sweetly as drew his fingers through your soft hair, gently removing some of the debris that had accumulated where you could not see - bits of grass and sticks from what he could only assume was haybales for the horses. You'd been busy.

"Still doesn't seem fair to not get you anything in return though..." You whimpered quietly. Arthur brought his hands to your face, his right hand palming your soft cheek whilst brushing his thumb across the velvety skin whilst his left thumb gently trailed across your bottom lip. Your eyes met his brilliant pools of ocean, dilating as you gave his thumb a gentle kiss. Your eyes then danced around the gazebo, attempting to take in every fine little detail. It certainly must have taken days to get this place into shape, for again you'd never noticed it before. You wondered how Arthur had found it, let alone cleared it without you noticing. You were now completely turned from Arthur who had stepped back to give you some room, your back facing him as you studied the interior some more, "Honestly Arthur how on earth did you manage to fix this thing up without me realisin' you was upto something?" The Outlaw remained silent, a little out of character to not respond to you with something sweet or sarcastic, "Oh, I get it. I ain't allowed to know. It's a secret then?"

By the time you'd finished speaking, the wooden floorboards of the gazebo creaked, and you felt a sudden change in pressure. It as if by instinct that your body decided to turn in a slow fashion. Arthur was no longer stood, but crouched. He was bent down. On one knee. His eyes wide and full of anxiety as he pulled a hand out to hold just underneath you.

"Y/n." He began, a slight stutter forming as he spoke, "The day I met you was the day I felt my world change. Ain't nobody else that has ever made me feel this way."

Your eyes were wide, bright. You stood there, your head cocked downwards meeting Arthur's gaze. From the corner of your eye you could see a brief movement within the treeline and recognised the frilly dress of Mary-Beth and the hat of Sadie. Had the gang been watching you and Arthur all this time?

"We've been on our fair share of dangerous missions, had a lot of close calls... so I guess what I'm tryin' to say is-" Arthur's throat convulsed as he took in a deep breath, taking your hand in a vice-like grip. You could feel the heat radiating from them despite being gloved - an obvious sign that his palms were sodden with anxious sweat.

"Will you take my hand in marriage?"

The world became silent, still. It was as though time itself had stopped, because you swore you couldn't feel your heartbeat anymore. Even the gentle noises the Bayou made were all but noisy. It was dead quiet.

You felt an excitement build in your stomach and a deep blush fill your cheeks. Your eyes were in a state of shock, glittering in the moonlight overhead and the flickering of candle fire below. Arthur Morgan was asking for your hand. You! You'd never even imagined a man as handsome and kind-hearted as Mr Morgan would want you in such a way, and now you were on the precipice of becoming Y/n Morgan. You wanted this so bad, but the anticipation of your longer than comfortable silence had Arthur squirming, his grip on your hand loosening. Before he could pull away in shameful defeat however, you tightened your own hand and yanked the Outlaw up, letting out an excited "Yes!"

A perfectly wide smile overpowered Arthur's emotions as he beamed happily at your response, taking you into his arms and spun with you, the most brightest and extatic laugh erupting from his chest as he brought you back down into a loving embrace.

An eruption of cheering and applause had the both of you startle before Arthur could shower you with tender kisses. He let out an irritated "Christ sake!", his eyes narrowing at the crowd. Once he recovered from the startle Arthur brought you into a tight embrace once more sighing softly against your hair, "Of course Hozier told the entire gang..."

Your eye caught Hozier skipping down from the Plantation house like a youthful young man once more, his face glowing with pride and happiness as he began to stride a little quicker over to you both with open arms, "Congratulations my boy! Oh look at you both!"

"Hozier," Arthur tipped his hat, one arm coiled around your waist, "Thank you for uh... helping me set this all up."

Hozier had been Arthur's fatherly figure alongside Dutch since adopting him into the gang all those years ago. Unlike Van Der Linde, Hozier had more of a nurturing approach, teaching Arthur how to read and write and hunt. Many of the things Arthur could do was all taught by Hozier, even horse riding, whilst Dutch was more or less the one to teach Arthur the ways of the Gunslinger, how to pickpocket and rob and strengthen himself up. With Hozier, there could have been no better man to help him organise this. That's how you hadn't noticed the Gazebo preparation. If Hozier wasn't distracting you with stories and tales, Arthur was at your side.

"Oh my pleasure Arthur, I did the same with Bessie. Only it wasn't in a swamp... or under a rotten gazebo- but you get the point." Hozier flailed his hands in the air before placing them upon Arthur's shoulder, "I am so proud of you. Both of you."

Hozier hadn't only taught Arthur. When the man had taken his hiatus with the gang alongside Bessie, they had found themselves within these here states, mainly New Hanover and Ambarino. He had actually stumbled upon you and your twin brother, Archer, along with a few members of your posse. You must've only been about seventeen at the time, maybe a little older, but you could hardly read or lift a bow. You had been the daughter of a rancher family, made an orphan when the O'driscolls had burnt down your home and everything you knew over an 'unpaid debt.' Even Hozier had been rather surprised and concerned that they had made it this far East, but alas, it had only been a small portion of the gang and the O'driscolls were plentiful. Colm had still been back where Van Der Linde's gang settled, butting heads with Dutch in a rivalry that felt as old as time itself.

You had spent many months alongside Bessie and Hozier. He had taught you how to hunt and fight as well as handle yourself with a gun and Bessie taught you how to cook - properly. It wasn't until Bessie had become gravely sick that Hozier left you and your posse. He had originally planned to take her to a doctor and return, but a man whose heart had truly belonged with his gang? You understood. Hozier had returned to Dutch and it wasn't until spotting him in the streets of Valentine that you reunited.

"Thank you Hozier, truly." With your face pressed against Arthur's chest, you sighed deeply, a smile overtaking your features. Arthur somehow managed to bring you closer, "So where's Dutch?"

"Upstairs I'd presume. He knew this was going to happen, but you know what he's like when he's in a mood." Clearly that was a dig. Hozier narrowed his eyes towards the plantation house, a scowl forming. He and Dutch had been neck a neck recently, you even recalled Hozier accusing Dutch of being way over his head, cocky and arrogant. You had to agree, Dutch had been running loops around you all recently, getting you into more trouble than it was worth. He'd even ignored Hozier's warnings of Colm's fake parley which had ultimately gotten Arthur into a life threatening situation those few months back at Clemens Point.

Arthur frowned. He had expected Dutch to at least make an appearance and congratulate you both, but he hadn't. Clearly it had gotten under his skin, so you brought Arthur's hand up, removing a glove to plant a gentle kiss against the back of his hand, "I'm sure he'll come down eventually. If not, talk to him tomorrow."

Hozier bowed his head in agreement, "Yes, let him have his moment. Besides, we've got a wedding to plan and little time to do it!" With that, Hozier scurried away, his face bright with excitement. You turned your attention to Arthur who glanced back down at you, a soft smile forming, "I'm sorry I couldn't get you an engagement ring. Figured if we're always on the brink of death then why not get wed in say... a couple of days?"

While many woman would startle at the sound of a wedding so soon, you understood the risks of an Outlaw's life. You had lived it for many years afterall, and you wanted nothing more than to take Arthur's name and call him your husband. Besides, the camp's spirits were already at it's peak with Jack's return. The Pinkertons wouldn't find you for the next few weeks, at least. There was no better time, and so, you agreed with a nod, looping your fingers around your soon-to-be husbands, "I'd want nothing more."

A couple of days had passed since Arthur's proposal. Whoever had remained awake that night congratulated you with excitement and chatter, and the next morning wasn't any different. The girls were all around you within an instant, prodding and poking you with ideas and questions alike; what dress did you want? What food? Did you want any decorations? To each of those you politely declined, knowing the gang's funds were needed for food, medicine and ammunition. Nevertheless, they all still were successful in making some arrangements.

Arthur on the otherhand found himself in conversation with Javier, Charles, Lenny and John that following morning. Bill had no desire to talk about love, but despite that, he was happy to be given an excuse to drink on the eventual day of the wedding, and Arthur knew deep down Bill was happy for him. Dutch hadn't been seen since the proposal, off gallivanting around Saint Denis with who Arthur assumed would be Micah. Hozier was more than displeased with that man's behaviour as of late, especially not showing for a majority of their adopted sons proposal and planning. Kieran in Dutch's absence had offered to make trips around the city to gather goods to which Arthur gratefully agreed, it would be the first time Kieran could leave the camp grounds without Dutch tethering him down with an iron fist. You could tell by the twinkle in Kieran's eye that he was most excited to be able to actually escape the confines of the gang.

Midday soon rolled around. Arthur was at your side, messing with your velvety hair as you both took refuge in your shared room from prying eyes and endless questions, "It ain't gonna be a big fancy weddin', gonna have to have it here cause of the Pinkertons. We ain't got the money for anything much either-"

"Arthur." You paused him in his tracks, smiling up at him innocently, "I don't care about all of that. All I care about is being able to call you my husband. Nothing more, nothing less."

The idea of calling Arthur your husband tickled you. Two of the West's greatest Gunslingers unified in marriage - a danger to truly behold. Nevertheless, you were overjoyed to take Arthur's last name. Y/n Morgan. It had a nice ring to it.

"So, who's gonna be your best man?" You quizzed Arthur curiously, slowly laying downward to rest your head against the Cowboy's lap to which he began carding his fingers through your hair.

Arthur paused for a second, humming to himself. There was a slight nervous energy and you could see his jaw muscles working themselves, "Guess I'm stuck between John and Lenny..."

"Oh?"

"Lenny's a brilliant man and a great friend. The youngen' definitely has life to him, got me out of a few binds now. Dare I say he's probably one of the members I'm closest to- aside John." Arthur dug fingers into his stubble and scratched, indicating that he was deep in thought. It was one of the many small things he did that you took notice of with a sweet smile.

"Marston and me? We're practically brothers. I've known him fifteen years. Sure, he ran from us for a time but he's proven his loyalty. Ah- I don't know..."

"Well," you squinted slightly to get a rough idea of what you were going with, "Why don't you make one of them the ring bearer and the other your best man?"

Arthur's brow rose slightly, jaw parting in a little gasp of triumph before he turned his gaze to you with a wide grin, "You little genius!"

"Eh what can I say? I'm good with organisin'." Your shrug was half arsed with a smug smile plastered across your face. Quickly you were hoisted from Arthur's legs and your head embraced by his giant hands only for him to bring you upward, planting a heavy kiss against the tip of your nose. Arthur was obviously excited, it had you fluster and giggle sheepishly. After all this time with you swooning over eachother Arthur still found ways to make you shy and giddy.

"Well then Cowboy, if the weddin' is tomorrow you'd best get your arse off the bed and go organise your new ring bearer and best man!" Your eyes shifted to the sky outside, noting that midday had well and truly passed. There was still a lot to do and time was seeping through the cracks faster than you liked. Arthur took note of your suggestion with a low hum in agreement and a nod, gently shifting you aside. He scooted towards the door, paused, galloped back to place a soft kiss against your lips and was off once more, only this time he'd actually left. You could've sworn you heard a hushed giggle of excitement echoing down the hallway as he scampered down the stairs of the plantation house.

Rolling your eyes with amusement you hoisted yourself up and shifted yourself towards the outside balcony just ahead of you. You had already ran your plans by Miss Grimshaw and the girls, so you didn't need to go and make any last minute changes or decisions. You'd been up most nights to arrange that, so fatigue gripped you like the talons of an Eagle. You'd rather spend the rest of the day resting up for tomorrow.

Leaning your arms heavily against the banister of the balcony, a fresh cigarette finding your lips, you scanned the clearing below. You spotted Arthur over towards Pearson's stew pot exchanging happy conversation with Marston and Lenny. Grimshaw was pacing the entire camp with a keen eye, making sure the girls were hard at work on whatever it was they were tasked with; sewing clothes, fixing up the camp and discarding debris - you name it.

Javier, Bill and Swanson were exchanging sharp glares, their hands gripping firmly onto cards that they had tucked against their chest around an old wooden table. Whatever sort of card game they were playing - it was serious. You caught a glimpse of Kieran running his hand slowly through the mane of his own mount and surprisingly exchanging words with Sadie, the both of them smiling and giggling with eachother. Who'd have thought... Mrs Adler making amends with an ex-O'driscoll? Kieran was a fine soul, an anxious mess and hardly an O'driscoll at all. The poor kid couldn't even lift a gun without chewing five layers of skin from his lips. Nevertheless, you were happy the two were exchanging words without Sadie threatening to remove his jugular.

You struck the matchstick, carefully lit your fag and took a long drag, allowing the smoke to escape through your nostrils as you took a deep sigh outwards.

"Hey." The voice behind you had you almost drop your freshly lit cigarette from your lips, though the paper had luckily stuck to the bottom of your lip, flopping around before you nestled it back into the left hand corner of your mouth. Spinning, you came to face the man who had almost ruined your moment of tranquility: John Marston. He had left Arthur and Lenny's side some time ago whilst you studied the rest of the camp, and now Arthur was sat beside Hozier under the canopy of one of the tents, his arms flinging to and fro in some mad explanation of god knows what.

You turned your attention back to John, patting the wooden rail beside you, inviting him to take a spot beside you, "almost made me drop my cigarette," You gave John a narrowed glare, watching as his expression went from relaxed to anxious within a matter of seconds as he met your gaze, "Oh- sorry y/n I didn't mean to scare ya-"

"Oh shut up ya big wuss I'm only jokin'!" You gave Marston a gentle shove against the shoulder, earning an amused smirk from one of your best friends within the camp. Aside from Arthur, John had always been there for you. He saw the chemistry between the both of you before anyone else, noticed the way you both gazed at eachother and even teased Arthur a great deal around camp before you'd even been invited into the gang. You couldn't even count the amount of times John had saved your arse on missions, and whenever a robbery had came up, it was always you, John and Arthur to take the call of the wild. You as a trio were truly a force to be reckoned with.

"Thanks for not gettin' me in shit today. I'm really happy for you both y'know," John had whipped out a cigarette of his own, now giving you a hearty shove whilst tweaking his eyebrows, "Jokes on you, I've got premium cigarettes! Not those flimsy shit sticks you got hanging out that gobby mouth of yours, half-eye."

"Uhm!" Letting out a playful snigger you crossed your arms and removed the now stumpy butt from your mouth, pinging it from the balcony with an agile flick of your fingers, "I'll have you know I still have both my eyes, Marston." You made emphasise on 'Marston', earning a soft chuckle in response as he rest his arms against the beam of the balcony, eyes tracing the camp to find Arthur now red faced and scoffing at a very pleased looking Hozier whome fiddled with Arthur's ring finger, tongue poking from the corner of his mouth in concentration. Your eyes too caught the scene, smiling softly at the sight before you, "Hey, does this mean I get to call you brother now too?"

John tipped his head, his bottom lip pronounced a little more in thought as he spat his own cigarette butt from his mouth and turned to face you, "Y'know what, I think it does."

"Well then, I'm gaining a pretty cool brother tomorrow too," You shot John a little smile, watching with a smirk of amusement as John blinked, stood and began to imitate himself throwing up. He then snorted a laugh, opening his arms and beckoned you in for a friendly embrace, "All things considered though Y/n, that man down there?" His thumb pointed down towards a now very chipper Arthur listening to Hozier's rambling. You gazed down with a soft smile and returned your attention to John, taking a step back with hands against hips leaning heavily to one side as John continued, "He loves you. Loves you one hell of a lot... don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."

"Well it's a good thing I love him one hell of a lot too then ain't it?" A buzzing sensation passed through your spine as you sagged yourself halfway over the banister, sighing happily as you watched Arthur and Hozier, a rosy blush filling your cheeks.

John slowly nodded, "Yeah, it is good. Everythin's good... well, Arthur made me his best man and Lenny the ring bearer so I guess I'll be off. Got plannin' to do."

As John went to leave, you turned your attention to him, calling for him to stop before he disappeared. John peered round the corner of the balcony doors at you, a questioning gaze.

You simply smiled, a genuine smile of happiness and thanks as you softly sighed, "Thanks for keepin' me company. You know you mean a lot to us both, right?"

John huffed a sigh, a wide smile in response, "Yeah, I know. You know where to find me if you two need a helpin' hand." And then he slipped away, presumably in search of his own little family.

Taking in a deep breath whilst steadying yourself on the rails with your hands, taking in the rather relaxed atmosphere, you dipped your head in comfort, a gentle smile dawning your features. All was well, all was pleasant... the sound of chittering Sparrows and the low rumble of Alligators brought a rather fair harmony to the Bayou, you'd all by now gotten acquainted with the smell of rotten bog water, and for what it was worth, everything felt perfecrly balanced for once in such a long time.

Arthur turned his attention up towards you, watching on as the golden rays of sunlight glowed against your soft features, awestruck and beaming a lovestruck smile as the wind caught your hair ever so gently.

Nothing could encompass this feeling - such a rarity that you longed to last forever.

Pure bliss.

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Ivy - Part 3

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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2

Chapter summary: You have a fight with Sean, and find shelter in his brother's house.

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“No way,” you said to your friend who was on the other end of the phone. “Shut up!”

Sean was switching channels on the TV, unable to decide what to watch. Your reactions to whatever your friend was telling you caught his attention, and made him even more uninterested in watching television. He was more interested in you.

“Send me pictures as soon as you get ready tonight. It’s going to look so stunning on you, especially with your black dress,” you squealed with excitement. “Okay, talk to you later. Love you!”

“What happened?” Sean asked, curious, when you hung up.

“Okay so, remember when I went to Madeline’s the other day?”

He nodded, urging you to continue.

“Well, we were looking at jewelry and she showed me this necklace she has been obsessing over for months now, and obviously she knew she could never afford it ‘cause it’s like four thousand dollars. Anyway, she left the tab open on her laptop by accident and her boyfriend saw it and bought it for her as a surprise, can you believe it?”

Sean stayed silent, so you felt the need to explain yourself.

“I mean I’m not into that kind of stuff, but she loves jewelry so she got excited-”

“You don’t have to do that,” he cut you off.

“Do what?”

“Try to make me feel better about myself.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” you defended yourself.

“Come on, everyone likes expensive things,” he said.

“Well yeah, but that’s not what I prioritize in a relationship. That’s not what I care about.”

“Y/N, I told you, you don’t have to do that,” he raised his voice slightly.

“Why are you trying to pick up a fight over nothing?”

“I just don’t like being pitied.”

“That’s not what’s happening. I just didn’t want you to think that I expect gifts like that from you. I only got excited for my friend,” you explained to him.

“Sure.”

That annoyed you. “Okay, Sean, I’m not gonna do this right now. If this is something you’re insecure about, you can’t put it on me; not when I’m being nothing but supportive on your new beginning.”

“Don’t you get it that just by saying these things you make me feel small?”

“That’s enough,” you raised your tone. “We’re supposed to be together in this. You’re not supposed to be embarrassed about how much money you make when it comes to me. We’re supposed to be doing life together.”

“How can I do this when you’re swooning over a gift that could pay our rent for god knows how many months?”

“I didn’t ask you to buy me the fucking necklace, Sean! I didn’t even know you felt like this. I thought…I thought we were doing good.”

“We are,” his voice softened. “We are. You’re the reason I’ve am in the place that I am. You are the one good thing in my life.”

“Then what was this?” your voice softened like his.

“I just feel like I’m not good enough for you.”

“Sean…If you don’t work on yourself - no matter what I say or do - I’ll never convince you you’re good enough just the way you are.”

You tried to move closer to him, comfort him with you touch, but he stopped you.

“Not right now.”

Sean had left the house not even twenty minutes after your fight. He wanted his space and you respected that, so you didn’t call or text him. He’d come back when he was ready.

Still, you were left alone with your thoughts, in an empty house, overthinking the argument. You had stopped crying, but your chest was feeling heavy and your heart was beating fast from anxiety. Fighting with your boyfriend never failed to make you feel sad, stressed and really fucking lonely.

You wanted to talk to someone, you needed a hug, but it was getting late and you didn’t wanna bother anyone by waking them up over a possibly stupid problem.

You couldn’t help your thoughts from traveling to a certain someone. He was definitely awake at this time. Your heart fluttered at the thought of his face. His furrowed brows and dark eyes focused on a piece of paper, refusing to sleep, determined to figure out a case.

Suddenly you needed to see him.

Maybe you could drive to his house. And if he wasn’t there, he would simply not open the door and you’d drive back home. No damage done.

So you followed the plan. Arriving at his house, though, you finally realized what you were doing. And what you were doing was one word: stupid.

What if Jack was there and he was asleep? You’d wake the kid up just by ringing the bell.

Or what if Aaron had someone over? You cringed at the thought of the door opening, and you standing there with eyes red from crying, looking up at Aaron and then noticing a girl in a pretty dress, sitting on the couch behind him and asking him who’s at the door.

You shut your eyes to shake the thought away. What an awful image. You hated the girl in the pretty dress already.

“What if you just texted him to check?” the little devil on your shoulder suggested and who were you to say no?

You: Are you awake?

Aaron: Yes. Is everything okay?

You: Yeah don’t worry. Are you home?

Aaron: I am. Is something wrong?

You: I’m outside. Can you open the door?

You heard his footsteps and your heart got crazy. Soon the door opened and you saw him.

Casual Aaron: the best Aaron.

“Y/N, are you okay? What’s wrong?” his voice was worried and soft and it made you melt and soon the tears were back in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go,” your voice broke.

“What happened?” he asked, and walked closer to you. His hands touched your shoulders. “Are you hurt? Tell me.”

You shook your head no. “I’m fine. Sean and I had a fight and-” you paused because of a sob, “and I didn’t wanna be alone. I’m sorry if you have plans, I can go, it’s totally fine.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said and moved his hand on your back to urge you to walk into his home.

You took a look around. No girl in a pretty dress on his couch, thank God.

“Can I sit?”

“Of course. Do you need anything? Some water maybe? Or tea to calm you down?”

“Maybe later,” you smiled and sat down.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” he asked when he took a seat next to you.

“We fought over the stupidest thing. And I’m starting to doubt if it was even his fault in the first place. Maybe I hurt his feelings without realizing? But then again, before today, I had never talked about guys spoiling their girlfriends or anything. So what was that? I don’t know…”

Aaron listened to you without saying anything.

“You must think I’m talking nonsense,” you said.

He smiled. “It’s a bit hard to understand you fully without context, but most of your words make sense to me. It’s normal not to know who’s at fault after a fight. Sometimes in the process of trying to understand the other person’s feelings we invalidate our own. ”

“Okay, Oprah,” you sniffled.

He glared at you. “That’s the thanks I get for trying to help.”

“Sorry,” you giggled. “Thank you. And thank you for letting me in.”

“Y/N, of course. My home is always open for you.”

Somehow you already knew that. That’s why you were there when it was almost midnight.

“Is Jack here?”

“Mhm…he’s sleeping,” Aaron said. “He had a football game today so he was exhausted. He fell asleep in two seconds. I didn’t even manage to finish reading him a single page of the book.”

“Sweet angel,” you laughed fondly.

“If you stay here tonight, you’ll see him in the morning.”

“Aaron, I don’t wanna intrude. I’ll be just fine,” you quickly responded.

“There’s no way I’m letting you drive back home this late alone. And because I can’t leave Jack here to drive you myself - unless Sean comes here to pick you up - you’re staying,” he said.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“Okay,” you whispered.

You sat there in silence for a bit. Until you decided to break it.

“Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Can you hold me for a bit?” you asked and in a matter of seconds he had pulled you into his strong arms.

You buried your nose in the crook of his neck. Of course he smelled like heaven. Why did he have to smell like heaven?

This hug was exactly what you needed to finally let go. Your eyes felt watery again and you started crying, quietly this time.

You cried because Sean didn’t feel like he was good enough for you. You cried because Sean loved you, he really did, but there you were, in his brother’s arms, and there was no place you’d rather be. You cried because the thoughts you had about Aaron the night before made you feel dirty. You cried because being held by Aaron felt safer than anything in the world. You cried because you realized that your heart had finally slowed down just by beating against his.

“Y/N!” Jack’s sweet voice filled the kitchen.

“Hi, angel,” you gave him a hug as he ran to you. “Good morning!”

“Good morning! Are you gonna have breakfast with us?” he asked, and started jumping up and down when your hug was over.

“I am,” you grinned.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Of course,” you said and pulled him on your lap. “Your daddy made pancakes. But we have to add some fruit too, right?”

He made a face.

“Jack,” you scolded him, but were biting back a smile.

“Fine,” he said and grabbed a fork from the table.

“Maybe I should have you here every morning, if you can convince him that easily,” Aaron interrupted.

“Best job ever,” you joked and kissed Jack’s cheek.

The two of you laughed and Aaron joined you at the table.

Who knew that eating pancakes with two cute Hotchners could be so healing? You had almost forgotten that you had cried yourself to sleep the night before, with Aaron’s scent on his sheets being your only comfort. You felt so bad that he had slept on the couch because of you, but it was obvious that there was no way he’d let you sleep there instead.

After taking the last bite from your plate, you noticed the screen of your phone light up.

Sean: Babe I’m sorry. Where are you? I wanna talk.

You lifted your head and your eyes met with Aaron’s.

“All good?” he mouthed at you, so Jack wouldn’t notice.

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

You could steal a few peaceful moments with them before you had to deal with real life. It was safe there and you weren’t ready to let go just yet.

Part 4

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