#outlaw robin buckley

[undead-supernova]

The AUs

Cochise by @deadboyfriendd

Get Off — @palmtreesx3

Satisfied by @stevesxyellowxsweater

The Killers

Shouldn’t Be Attracted To A Criminal by @asimpforthe80s

The Monsters

Eddie the Victorious by @xoxovivafics

sympathy for the devil by @munsonsbtch

warm like moonshine by @somnambulic-thing

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Is it three lines per bat, or three lines per ask?

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Just for you I decided to do three lines per bat so here's around 24 lines of megalomania!

He moves to the door, preparing to open it before Robin's body slams into his own causing him to stumble into the wall. His elbow nearly puts a hole in the fancy wallpaper as his eyes squint suspiciously at the smaller girl. 

"Robin, why are you not allowing me to leave this room?" His suspicions are to the roof as he moves adjusting his balance so that he doesn't completely topple over from holding his best friend's weight along with his own.

"Because.." Robin drags out, eyes looking anywhere but at Steve as she purposely tilts her head at an angle. 

"Because why?" Steve tries his hardest not to come off as annoyed but after the amount of shenanigans Robin has put him through he was slowly not finding them funny anymore. No matter how much he loved her, he was slowly becoming desperate for one vacation. A vacation that wouldn't feel right because she wasn't there next to him. Damn them and their weird platonic bond. However, he wouldn't have it any other way if it meant he had this wonderful being for the rest of his life.

"Because I may or may not have taken us to the Cunningham's residence," Robin finally looks at Steve, looking like a kicked dog as she begins to chew on her lip. Which was going to scab up if she didn't stop. 

"First off, stop chewing your lip I'm not going to help you take care of it again, and secondly.." He takes a moment to pause, dramatically clearing his throat before he continues what he's saying. "Why the hell are we at Chrissy's? You know how bad you get around her, it's bad enough we are on the run because you are a witch, which isn't your fault, and being on the run is fun but it would make it ten times worst if they find out you are also a lesbian as well Robby." Steve doesn't yell, his voice stays in a rough whisper. Trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

Robin's mouth falls open a little bit, clearly becoming a bit more upset the more they talk. "Neither of those things are my fault, Steven, Why should we silence ourselves in an attempt to adapt to a life they want us to live in? It's so fucking unfair!" Her voice has always been raspier than Steves and because of that Robin could never stay that soft with her words so that others couldn't hear.

[medusapelagia]

14 The betrothal

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Lake), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: prince and princess ), @aug-kissed (prompt: Hand Kiss) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: omegaverse, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Beta Robin Buckley, violence, blood and injuries, vomit Words: 1563

If Steve was a proper omega he wouldn't be on that stupid carriage, to be shipped from Loch Nora's Kingdom to Forest Park like an unwanted pack.

A proper omega would honor his family, stay home, cross-stitch animals and flowers, and learn poems and music. But Steve never was a proper omega and after he rejected his last suitor his father told him that he wasted his last opportunity to choose a proper alpha and that he was going to find one willing to take in a rebel omega like him.

Male omegas are a blessing and a curse: they are very rare, so Steve's father was able to ask for a high dowry from whoever wanted to marry him, but there weren't many alphas willing to tie their life to a male omega. 

Steve has heard talking about Forest Park. A lot. And never in a good way.

They have a very bad reputation, but they are rich, so Steve has no doubt that his father got a really good dowry for selling him to those people. Well, not selling, betrothing him.

Thankfully, Robin is coming with him. Moving from one Kingdom to another and being completely alone would have been terrible, at least his beta best friend is trying to make him laugh by making silly comments and distract him from the long journey.

Even if the carriage is big and cozy, spending hours sitting on a carriage isn't that comfortable, and Steve's royal ass is in pain.

He doesn't even have enough space to stretch his long legs because in the carriage with them, there are the two guards King Munson himself sent to escort the future bride.

The guards are heavily armed, as they were expecting something to happen, and Steve isn't totally surprised. After all, Forest Hill has a terrible reputation. Their King was an outlaw before he rebelled and became king by killing everyone and conquering the castle, so Steve isn't really looking forward to moving in the same bed with a notorious assassin. But it’s not his choice anymore.

Savages, that's the kindest word Steve’s mom used to define those people, while what everyone thought but none dared to speak out loud was that King Munson was the new Warlord.

A warlord. Not a high-born, just a man with enough power and money to hire the strongest knight and mercenaries to help him keep his power. And Steve is going to get married to a Warlord’s son, or nephew, he's not really sure. Bloodlines are mixed in their Kingdom and they don't give a fuck about dynasties and the only blood that they care about is the one the blood spit by their enemies.

Steve has heard terrible stories about how cruel and violent those people are. One of Steve's servants has told him that Prince Munson killed his first wife with his own hands because she wasn't too sick to give him a child.

Being a male omega Steve knows he can bear pups, even if his heats are irregular and it's harder for him than for other omegas, but he never thought that the ability to bear a child or not could have been the cause of his premature death.

His scent gets sour and acrid while he thinks about the monster that he's supposed to wed. Maybe he should have been more pliant with his previous suitor. Lord Hagan wasn’t that bad after all. A little bit too presumptuous for Steve’s taste but he doubts he would have had him killed if he wasn’t able to bear a child.

"You ok? Do you want to take a break? Stretch your legs a bit?" Robin proposes, drawing soothing circles with her thumb on Steve's hand.

"Yeah, that would be nice." He confirms, rubbing a hand through his hair.

"No break and no stretching. We are still in hostile territory." One of the guards replies without even looking at Steve.

"Couldn't we stop just for a moment?" Robin insists, "We have been on this stupid carriage for hours!"

But an arrow flying through the window and ending his journey a few inches from her face makes her shut up.

"Stay down!" One guard yells, yanking Steve toward the carriage’s floor so abruptly that he falls badly on his own wrist, spraining it, but he doesn't have time to yelp because the carriage stops in the middle of the woods.

"Stay inside!" The first guard yells, jumping out of the carriage and drawing his sword. For a moment Steve catches a glimpse of a bloodied body staring blankly at him with a long arrow in the one eye socket.

"It's ok. It's ok." Robin tries to soothe him, releasing beta relaxing pheromones, but the other guard stops her, complaining that he can't afford to get relaxed by her pheromones, so Steve and Robin hug each other, trying to hide themselves from the attackers.

"He's here!" Someone yells, kicking the carriage door open, but the second guard is quick to pierce the intruder from side to side, what he wasn't expecting was someone else opening the door on the opposite side and grabbing Steve with no kindness, yanking him by his hair.

Robin screams, reaching out toward Steve, the guard turns his head just for a moment and another attacker takes his chance to stab him in the leg while Robin keeps screaming, but the clenching of the metal armor is so loud that Steve almost can't hear her.

A strong hit on the back of his head makes everything turn a warm black and he loses consciousness.

***

When he opens his eyes, Steve is surprised to find himself resting with his back against a big oak tree. In front of him the bluest lake he ever saw.

He puts down his hand, trying to get up, but immediately desists when a bright pain makes him whimper.

"I would stay put if I were you. Your wrist is sprained and you took a nasty hit to the head. Are you feeling dizzy?"

Steve startles, looking around himself, and finally finds a tall man with dark eyes and a nasty scar on his face staring at him with an amused smile.

His kidnapper!

The omega tries to crawl backward, but the unknown man is right, his wrist hurts too much and he still feels lightheaded.

"I think I'm going to puke…" he mutters, before turning on his side and emptying his stomach on the green grass.

Surprisingly, his kidnapper is quickly at his side, holding his hair out of his face, whispering encouraging words while he holds him to his chest with one arm.

When Steve's body gets limp into the kidnapper's arms, he takes a moment to breathe in his scent.

Embers and earth.

An alpha.

A proper omega should never be left alone with an alpha who's not family!

Steve tries to wriggle out of the stranger's hold, but he gently chuckles and pushes Steve's neck closer to the scent gland on his neck, "You're fine, omega. Nothing to worry about."

"I'm betrothed." He objects in a soft voice, while the alpha pheromones make him pliant and docile.

"That's what you're worried about? your honor?" The unknown alpha chuckles. 

He has a nice laugh, Steve decided in his drugged state of mind, and he smells delicious. No other alpha ever smelled so good to him.

Steve must have said something because a very pleased rumble comes from the alpha's chest.

"You don't smell bad yourself, sweetheart." 

Steve should be ashamed of himself, but the alpha's sturdy body is holding him tight and for the first time in his life he feels safe in an alpha's embrace.

"That's good. Come on, sip some water for me to wash away that bad taste."

The omega prince doesn't really know if the alpha is using his alpha's voice, or if he's already scentdrunk or whatever, but the only thing he wants to do is obey this alpha.

Steve spits a few times to clean his mouth from the horrible taste and then drinks some water, while the alpha keeps holding him tight.

The man’s wearing a beaten armor, stained with blood, and for a moment Steve wonders if he will kill him, but the way he keeps holding him makes him think that he’s affected by Steve’s scent as he is from his.

They aren't left alone for long. When Steve turns his head someone is riding toward them. Too many people.

Steve turns toward the alpha with eyes wide with worry, "You have to go. My future husband will kill you. He's a warlord! He won't be pleased you kidnapped me!"

"Kidnapped?" The alpha asks, staring with confusion at the omega, feeling Steve's head with gentle fingers, "How badly did they hurt you, omega?" he asks worriedly, and this time is Steve's turn to frown in confusion.

“I might not look so but I’m a prince. And I was on my way to wed the Forest Park’s Warlord's son. If they catch you, they’ll kill you.”

Eddie bursts out in a loud laugh, shaking Steve who quietly complains of being jostled by the huge Alpha's body.

"Let me introduce myself," the alpha says, grabbing Steve's uninjured hand and kissing the palm of his hand in the most chivalrous way, "I'm Edward Munson, King Munson's nephew, your betrothal." 

[momotonescreaming]

I went digging through my fics, and found this. Absolutely no idea when I wrote this, or if I shared it already, but I can't stop thinking about it. Enjoy.

It’s the 1800’s, and Steve is the first born and only son of Richard Harrington, heir to the Harrington fortune. Expectations have been placed upon him since he was born, and it only got worse as he got older. He was too kind, liked flowers, and playing in the mud, and learning about horses and carriages and trains, and sitting with his mother while she put on make up and had her ladies maid do her hair. Then came the lessons from the private tutor (since the Harrington’s were too good for the local school) and Steve wasn’t as book smart as his father wanted him to be.

His father was mean and his mother was scared and so Steve spent a lot of time out in the fields as a young boy, wandering the land his father owned, picking up sticks and pretending to be a sheriff or an adventurer riding a fast horse into the sunset.

So he played until it got dark and Steve still didn’t go back home. Dad would yell and Mom would give him That Look and he didn’t want to change into his fancy dinner clothes. So Steve stays out late and wanders.

There are things living in the woods.

Things with teeth that hunt and kill and make people disappear. But no one tells poor little Steve this. He gets attacked by a wolf that isn’t quite a wolf, and screams so so loud.

Nobody hears him.

One of his father’s farmhands find him in the woods in the early morning. His clothes are ripped and he’s dirty and covered in blood but he doesn’t have any wounds, save for one single wolf bite. The man rushes him back to the Harrington Manor House, and someone calls the doctor. Steve is bathed, and fed, and checked over and the doctor tells his parents that he’s lucky it wasn’t worse. He gets better and goes back to his lessons.

Next month he gets a fever. Steve is sweaty and delirious, and hungry and itchy and restless and nothing quite helps. He blacks out one night and when he wakes up he’s curled up on the hardwood floor and all his furniture has been ripped apart. The servants whisper the word “werewolf” in the halls.

His parents fire half the servants, pay them off to keep their mouth shut, and hire someone who can help. A friendly woman named Mrs Henderson, whose dead ex-husband was a werewolf like Steve. She teaches him what she can while Richard Harrington hires men to build a stone basement underneath a small cottage at the very back of the Harrington Land. Where no one can see.

So Steve grows up, he falls in love, he finds out his sweetheart Nancy doesn’t love him, he befriends Dustin Henderson, and then Robin Buckley - a  dorky local girl who plays the trumpet and works at a store in town. And once a month, he takes himself down to the basement of the cottage, and turns into a werewolf. Mrs Henderson could only help so much, not being a Werewolf herself. His control is better than it was, but he still doesn’t trust himself. So chained in the basement it is.

Then there’s Eddie Munson, the poor son of an outlaw living with his uncle in a tiny house in the town of Hawkins. Grew up learning how to break the law with his father, how to live off the land, how to shoot and hunt and survive. He hated it, little Eddie wanted to learn to play the guitar and read and tell stories. But Pa didn’t give him much of a choice. Until Ma died and Pa spiralled and ended up getting caught and shipped off to prison. So he went to live with his uncle Wayne. And he made friends, and told stories, and started writing.

And then he watched a girl die and got blamed for her murder. So he’s on the run, and he knows how to survive but not when he doesn’t have any supplies. And not in a town where everyone knows his name and his face. So he runs. And he hides. First in his friend Rick's, who’s away in jail or on a job or something. Eddie's not sure and he really doesn't care right now. But he gets close to getting caught again. So he runs again until he finds a barn, semi abandoned in the middle of nowhere.

He’s close to the Harrington’s land, this he knows. But everyone knows they travel for business all the time, so it’s fine.

Except it’s not.

He’s tired and hungry and scared and it’s dark. There’s a light in the distance - lantern. He ducks down, waiting. Except it’s not the Sheriff, or Jason Carver (who took it upon himself to become a bounty hunter, to avenge the death of his sweetheart). It’s Steve Harrington. The semi-estranged, semi-reclusive Harrington heir, who looks grim and angry as he storms across the field. And he doesn’t see Eddie, doesn’t look at the barn, doesn’t even have a horse.

Steve goes into the cottage and Eddie doesn’t know whether to stay put until he leaves in the morning or make a run for it. Eddie is still paralysed with fear and indecision when he notices the full moon in the sky.

He hears a guttural scream, the snap of bone, a howling; and Eddie remembers the stories his Uncle Wayne would tell him of the things that live in the woods.

[steddiebang2024]

A Lick and a Promise | Teen | 36k 

Author: @blipblot 

Artist: @arelliann

Beta Reader: ItsAllShitTed | Ao3

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Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Wayne Munson, Martin Brenner, Jason Carver, Chrissy Cunningham 

Tags: Alternative Universe - Western AU, Enemies to Lovers, Slow burn, Outlaw! Eddie Munson, Bounty Hunter! Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a horse girl, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Descriptions of head injuries, Steve Harrington has bad parents, Mutual Pining, Platonic Stobin for life, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Steve’s terrible cooking 

Trigger Warnings: No Warnings Apply 

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Summary: “It is my honor on behalf of the town of Hawkins, Colorado to tell you, Edward ‘The Freak’ Munson, that there is a warrant out for your arrest not only for your crimes of cattle rustling but now, more importantly, murder.” 

“M’rder?” Eddie yells through the cloth, trying in vain to once again buck Steve off, cursing and spitting out muffled threats through his gag. 

“Yes sir, murder-” Steve dusts his hands off on his chaps before standing and placing a heavy boot square in the middle of Eddie’s back. “-and it’s my duty to bring you back to stand for trial.”

[quixoticall]

MASTERLIST

18+ mdni IN-UNIVERSE REQUESTS ARE OPEN

STRANGER THINGS

Look at us Now

Everybody knows famous 80s pop rock band, The Downsides, but no one knows the reason behind their mysterious breakup at the height of their success. Rumors of love triangles, infidelity, drug addiction and more than one onstage fight have swirled around for years following the band’s split in 1989. Years later, one determined journalist is uncovering it all through a series of interviews that will finally reveal the truth.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x f!reader, Steve Harrington x f!reader, Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

View Between Villages

Steve Harrington offers to be your ghostly tour guide after your mysterious, unexpected death.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x f!reader, one sided!Eddie Munson x f!reader

To Hell I Go

He was supposed to be dead and you were supposed to be married off to some new money oil tycoon in Carlsbad. Instead, you and Steve Harrington end up on the opposite ends of a pistol duel—you as the outlaw that he’s been tasked with bringing to justice and him as the Sheriff’s Deputy come back from the grave. Or the Wild West!AU.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x f!reader,

[violetpixiedust]

MASTERLIST

₊ ⊹₊ ⊹ you can find all of my works down below! happy reading!

fluff: ಇ / angst: ➴ / smut: ✩

STRANGER THINGS:

steve harrington

steve x shy reader having quiet time while robin and eddie have a heated movie debate: ಇ

soft!steve as your boyfriend: ಇ

steve always wears one of your rings on his pinky, but doesn’t leave you empty handed: ಇ

steve breaks his self inflicted promise of taking things slow after being tempted by shy!virgin!reader: ✩

king!steve harrington x sinclair!reader angst: 1 / 2. ➴

older!business man steve harrington x younger!reader: ✩

boyfriend!steve telling you that he loves you for the first time: ಇ

king!steve harrington x virgin!suicides!reader on a hot summer day: ft. punk!eddie munson: ✩

eddie munson

innocent!reader’s reaction to eddie calling her dollface: ✩

robin buckley x vicky

pb + j cookies: ಇ

OUTER BANKS:

jj maybank

shy!kook!reader spending time with bf!dom!jj on the beach: ಇ ✩

rafe cameron

grumpy stepdad!rafe cameron finds relief with mean!stepdaughter!reader: ✩

14-02-21: (ex!dad!rafe cameron x ex!mom!reader): 1 ➴

BILLY THE KID:

billy antrim / william h bonney

innocent!angelic!burlesque reader captures the attention of notorious outlaw billy the kid during a bar performance: ಇ

innocent!angelic!burlesque reader x billy the kid after her performance: (smut): part 2 to the blurb above, but can be read as a stand alone. ✩

FARGO:

gator tillman

being the object of gator’s desires and knowing it: ✩

THE BEAR:

carmy berzatto x sydney adamu

confessions: ಇ ✩

© violetpixiedust, 2024. do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

The Pain Must Be Part of the Cure

by cheshiredog

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Joyce Byers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Western, 1800s, Outlaw Eddie Munson, sheriff Steve Harrington, acab because steve doesn't actually want to be a sheriff, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fake Character Death, Fluff, Smut, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Dom/sub, Dom Eddie Munson, Brat Steve Harrington, Rough Sex, Gross, seriously didn't intend to get so gross..., Bondage, Praise Kink, Degradation, Boot Worship, Facials, Spit Kink, Spit As Lube, Come as Lube, Unsafe Sex, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Comeplay, Breathplay, Overstimulation, Prostate Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Aftercare, period inaccurate underwear because i refuse to write them wearing union suits, Happy Ending, i cannot stress enough THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING Words: 8,338 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“Already so needy, aren’t you?” he muses. “Well. You know how this goes, don’t you, Sheriff?” “What’re you going to do to me?” Steve asks breathlessly. He’s missed this, missed their game and the high it comes with. Better than drink or opium or any other vice. Eddie is Steve’s vice. Can a man grow addicted to another person? That’s how it feels on those nights alone in bed, recalling their times together, and aching for the next as if in withdrawal. If Eddie is his addiction, Steve wouldn’t mind overdosing. The only drawback is this. The sneaking around and pretending for the sake of their ruse. It’s part of the thrill, but like a junkie needing more and more to satisfy the cravings, Steve wants more out of what they have. Famous outlaw Eddie Munson makes one last stop on his farewell tour heading to the state penitentiary.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Vickie moodboard with a fictional comment from Vickie herself.

".  .  . You hate me, but I don't know why, and I don't think you do either. . .what did I do? I can't think of anything. Robin says there's nothing wrong with me, then there must not be. It makes her hurt when people don't like me, when they say hurtful things and make me out to be the bad guy. I'm a nice person, I try not to say mean things about other people. . .unless they hurt the ones I love. They hate me because I give Robin a place to belong, a place to rest her head where she doesn't feel like such a freak. Now, I don't give a shit what people say about me or I try not to, but if it's hurting my girl. . .then you better watch out. You mistake me for the kind of sunshine that will just keep you alive, keep you warm and sure I'm that, but if I wanted to, I'll burn you alive. You lust after a child abusing racist but turn around and hate me. What's my crime? If my only crime is falling hard and fast for Robin Buckley then call me a fucking outlaw. I'll commit that crime every day of my goddamn life. You make my girl cry, I'll turn you to ash. I can be your worst nightmare or your favorite sweet dream. I can be both too. You decide. . ."

[littlefirefly42]

tysm for your response!! could i possibly request for cg!eddie and little!steve? maybe little!steve has a fascination with eddie’s hair and is always playing with it and eddie can never say no because he thinks it’s too cute? i can totally see little!steve trying to outlaw haircuts for eddie because he thinks it’s just too pretty, and i’m sure eddie would really appreciate his little’s dramatic approach lol! if you can’t tell i’m very biased towards extra fluffy subject matter lol. if for any reason at all this idea doesn’t work for you, no worries! thank you for your consideration regardless! have a very pleasant morning/afternoon/evening and/or night! 💘💘💘

Ahhh this is so short I'm really sorry!! Thank you so much for your request!

Braids

Pairing: CG!Eddie/Little!Steve

Warnings: Cheerio violence

Summary: Steve can't help but play with Eddie's hair. Who is Eddie to refuse the little prince?

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Eddie woke up rather rudely to an aggressive tug on his scalp. He squinted, his eyes still adjusting to the dark of his room. He heard a little gasp.

“Sorry…”

Eddie turned. The shadowed figure of one regressed Steve Harrington was perched on his knees on the bed.

“Didn’t mean to wake ‘ou up.”

“That’s alright kiddo,” Eddie said with a yawn, propping himself up on his elbows. “What time is it?”

“Umm…” Steve’s face lit up hopefully. “Breakfast time?”

Eddie gave him an amused smile. “Mm. No.” He flopped back down onto the sheets.

“Oh.” Steve sounded disappointed. Eddie sighed.

“Cuddle time first okay? Then we’ll get breaky.”

“Okay!” Steve, seemingly satisfied with this compromise, snuggled close to Eddie and began playing with his hair again. Eddie didn’t mind, even fell asleep again, until he felt another tug. This time, Steve had a lock of Eddie’s hair in his mouth, sucking on it absentmindedly while he picked at the seams of the comforter. Eddie chuckled.

“Well, if you’re that hungry.” He pulled his hair away, swapping it out for the paci on his bedside table. He stood up, stretched, and picked up his toddler, carrying him to the kitchen and setting him on the counter. “What do you want for breakfast, bud?”

“Chee-o’s!” Steve cheered kicking his legs. Eddie poured two bowls of Cheerios, one with milk and one without.

“You want to tell me why you woke me up at the asscrack of dawn you little punk?” Eddie teased, tickling Steve’s ribs. Steve squealed with laughter.

“Dada! ‘ou said a ba’ word!” He exclaimed, throwing an accusatory Cheerio at Eddie.

Eddie gasped dramatically. “You’re right, I did! How horribly indecent of me! How tragically profane!” He clutched his chest and stumbled back dramatically. “Your majesty, please have mercy upon me!

Steve giggled. “No!”

“No??? Then pray tell, what sentence must I face for my crimes?”

“Ummm… ‘ou’re banished!”

Eddie gasped again, this time clutching his shirt and stumbling back a little for full dramatic effect. Steve threw another cheerio.

“For a million billion years!!” He exclaimed excitedly, kicking his legs.

“You better stop throwing your cereal or you’ll be banished for a million billion years.” Eddie jumped onto the counter next to Steve and pulled the toddler into his lap. “Seriously though, the sun isn’t even up yet. Are you having trouble sleeping? Or having nightmares again?”

Steve shrugged. “Just woke up. An’ I wan’ed to braid your hair.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Buddy, no offense, but I don’t think you know how to braid hair. Remember last time?”

Steve huffed. ‘Last time’ was two weeks ago, when Steve had accidentally tied Eddie’s hair into a knot that took him three hours and a full bottle of conditioner to untangle. “That was ‘posed to be a FRENCH braid. I can do a normal one good! Ask Robin!”“Alright alright, I’ll admit I’ve seen you make pretty sick braids for Buckley. Just next time, maybe not at five in the morning, yeah?”

Steve nodded. “Mkay! I do it now?”

How could Eddie say no?

[cwstau]

Glossary

A note about phrasing: You’ll notice that a lot of the Killjoys drop words from sentences, phrase things with not proper grammar. It’s just part of their vernacular/the way culture has grown up after the Rad Wars (also known as the Analog Wars).

Our [Current] Stranger Things players (will add as chapters go on):

The Invizible Man/Viz: Eddie Munson

Pony Boy/HaHa: Steve Harrington

Brain Freeze: Robin Buckley

Pom-Pom: Chrissy Cunningham

Hargrove/HaHa: Billy Hargrove

Definitions under the cut!

Dracs/Draculoids/”Getting Drac’d”/Draculoidization: Draculoids are people who wear “Drac” masks–basically on the outside they look like a very piss-poor dracula mask. However, “Draculoid masks are used when a prisoner or detainee is deemed suitable to serve as a BLI employee. The mask will wipe away all personality. They can be used on the living or the recently deceased that have died with minimal bodily harm.” When someone is “Drac’d” not only are they turned into a mindless drone, their soul is completely extracted, sent to places unknown. Permanent death does not bring the soul back.

Ghosted/Clapped/Dusted: Killed/Murdered

Fabulous Four: Four Anarchistic Killjoys who protected a girl who they thought held the key to saving the World from BLI. Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, and Jet Star. Killed saving the girl after her capture. Girl is now in places unknown.

Zones: The area around Battery City. After the Analog Wars (where radiation bombs were dropped), it became a lawless desert-scape, separated into six sections. It’s where the Killjoys and any other ‘free’ people from the city live. Little water and food is to be had, so resources are precious and guarded.

Crows/Scarecrows: The human ‘grunts’ who work for Exterminators. Go back to homes after their shifts, akin to lower level cops/enforcers. Can think for themselves (as much as people in Battery City think).

Killjoys: Raiders, rebels, outcasts, outlaws. People just trying to survive in the Zones. Some run in gangs, some run solo. Above all else, they have personalities and emotions.

Exterminators/EX: The most elite of BLI’s enforcers, they are the ‘special forces’--ruthless and usually assigned to specific missions with a crew underneath them to take out bad actors.

Runners: Killjoys who do supply runs/attempt to find supplies for others. Often ‘running’ from BLI.

BL/I, BL/Ind, BL Industries: Also known as Better Living Industries. They control everything and everyone in Battery City. A ruthless corporation that requires citizens to take emotion suppressing medication, force feeding propaganda to brainwash the masses. The only known city that still exists. Food is there, water is there, a safer climate is there. But the tradeoff is your personality. Have a better day. :)

Battery City: The City that BLI controls. At the center of the Zones, also known as Zone 0.

Mom and Dad/Mother Father: The name of the current leaders of BLI (Mom) and the Exterminators (Dad). Often only heard via static television screens.

Rad-bats: Like so many things in the Zones, radiation has affected the flora and fauna. So basically, mutant bats.

‘Above’: “Above Board” aka a person who can be trusted.

The Tube: A machine that BLI uses to recondition higher end “property” aka people who are causing problems but they’d prefer not to lose. It will allow them to re-write their personality without turning them into drones like Draculoids.

Mad Gear and The Missile Kid: A band out in the Zones that produces music loved by the rebels

X list: The kill list BLI has for specific Killjoys.

Contraband Containment Area (CCA): An area accessible to Exterminators to place contraband-radios, paint, unique clothing, anything that could be considered rebellious.

Level: “okay”

Brainwash: Living in Battery City, every citizen is required to take pills that suppress emotions and make them compliant. It’s often referred to as brainwashing. 

de-Cleaned: to Detox from BLI Meds

Power Pup: The food of champions!! ....really one of the few food sources around. Canned dog food. Edible, but barely.

Costa Rica: Things taking a turn for the worst/going badly

Cam-Bots: Surveillance cameras run by BLI

Vend-Hack: There are neat little Vending Machines in the Zones (and Battery City) that have things people need. Killjoys create Vend-Hacks to “hack” the machines to get what they want for free. 

Dead Pegasus: A gas station company. No one knows if they existed before the Wars or sprung up after--but most stations are defunct but the pumps still exist. Rarely, pumps are found to be functional, with good fuel. 

Cut Cord: Escaped from BL/Ind

[sweetronancer]

idk how my mood gets ruined so quickly. i just. idk i was talking about western/outlaw!robin buckley to my parents and stuff and my sister told me to shut up and i like shut up immediately but it like. hurt my feelings idk. its stupid.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Just gonna drop this and run <33

The Righteous Hand of God || Wild West Ronance Drabble || 1003 words

(inspired by Hell’s Coming With Me by Poor Man’s Poison)

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Red eyes. A flash of fangs.

The tang of blood in the air.

A dead man, with Robin’s fangs sunk into his throat.

These were the images that flashed through Nancy’s mind as she sat at the bar, blue eyes focused on Robin Buckley’s rhythmically swaying form. The outlaw had her head thrown back with laughter, boots stomping as she and the rest of the patrons of the saloon danced. The band was playing some jaunty tune.

Nancy scowled at the sight. She scowled even deeper at the way her chest panged with desperate want to join Buckley on the floor. Her grip on her now empty glass tightened, a soft crack only her ears could hear the only warning that it would soon break.

She couldn’t watch this any longer.

Nancy stood and smoothed her skirt, leaving the bar behind. Her footsteps were light as she made her way upstairs, through the upper floor to the balcony that overlooked town.

It was quieter up here, and she could get a breath of fresh air. She could still hear the muffled music below, the tap of boot heels and click of spurs. The wind whistled like a warning. The sky was scarred crimson—the sun was setting. Crimson.

Blood.

Fangs.

Red eyes.

Robin Buckley, the outlaw. Robin Buckley, the vampire. Robin Buckley, the monster. Robin Buckley, Barb’s killer.

Nancy’s sensitive ears picked up another sound—footsteps that followed her own. The scent of honey and sweat and leather—maybe a little whiskey—confirmed the person’s identity. Robin’s calloused hand rested on Nancy’s shoulder, and she tensed.

“Nance? What’s wrong, darlin’,” the outlaw asked, her voice a deep rumble that Nancy could feel in her chest.

“Don’t call me that,” Nancy muttered. Her heart couldn’t take it.

“What?” Robin questioned, voice thick with hurt. Her hand withdrew, hovering uncertainly.

“You’re not who you say you are,” Nancy murmured, surprised at the steadiness of her voice. She didn’t feel steady. She felt ready to keel over.

“What do you mean?” Robin asked. She placed her hand on Nancy’s cheek instead, and Nancy allowed her to turn her head, blue eyes matching soft stormy gray.

Nancy’s expression hardened into something fierce and angry, while Robin’s softened, concerned, fond almost. Nancy shoved her hand away.

“I saw you,” she began, one hand on Robin’s chest while the girl stared at her in wonder and fear and confusion. Like she was a god. Like she was something to worship.

The background noise faded to nothing. Nancy focused on Robin.

“You killed that man.”

Robin’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Nance, it’s not what you think—“

“All this talk about monsters, and you’ve been hiding that?” Nancy seethed, no longer in control of her anger. She shoved Nancy back, something cold and angry settling in her stomach. “You’re just like me. You should look in the fucking mirror for once, Buckley,” she continued, shoving Robin back again.

Robin didn’t protest. Her face fell, pained—but that fucking wonder stayed. The girl dropped to her knees like a prayer, one hand gripping Nancy’s skirt.

“I haven’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it,” Robin murmured. She sounded genuine. She believed her words. “He was a criminal—a violent one.”

Nancy didn’t know when she pulled the weapon, but she held the pistol now in her shaking hand. She met Robin’s gaze evenly. Blue turned to gold—a blazing desert fire, the setting sun on judgement day. Robin’s own flashed red, unreadable, uncertain—but pleading. Desperate.

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong. You killed an innocent,” Nancy whispered. She touched the barrel of the gun to Robin’s chin, wondering if the metal was cold on the outlaw’s suntanned and freckled skin as she lifted Robin’s face. It was a cold weight in her hand. “And I’m going to bring you to justice.”

She held her breath a moment, trying to steady herself. The name stung as she spoke it, dragged from her lips. “Barbara Holland.”

Robin’s eyes widened in recognition.

“It wasn’t me, Nance,” Robin, staring pleadingly up. She gulped, but she didn’t move away. She didn’t even try to fight. Nancy could hear her steady, calm heartbeat. She should have been angry. Maybe she was, but for the wrong reasons. Robin should be scared. Nancy should have already pulled the goddamned trigger.

Nancy’s hand was shaking violently, and she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or anger. Her throat tightened painfully.

“Then who was it?” she managed, voice dripping with venom.

Robin choked—a sob maybe? Panic? Nancy couldn’t tell. It frustrated her. “I can’t say,” Robin whispered. Nancy got the sense that if her gun wasn’t holding Robin’s face up, the outlaw would have looked away. It only fueled Nancy’s fury.

“What was it you called me?” Nancy scoffed, a bitter note, eyes watering with the words. Her heart ached. Her rage burned. “The righteous hand of God?”

Robin raised one hand, a gesture almost reverent. She gripped Nancy’s wrist with unbearable gentleness, stilling Nancy’s trembling and guiding the barrel downward. Stormy gray eyes never left seething gold as the gun pressed to Robin’s chest. Nancy’s grip went white knuckled.

This was it.

She knew this was coming, didn’t she? This was her life’s purpose for years. She had spent years traveling, learning of Robin’s whereabouts. She was always going to hunt down Barb’s killer. Hunt down Robin Buckley.

Fangs. Blood. Red eyes.

Fangs. Blood. Gold.

Robin’s eyes became Nancy’s mirror. She searched those gray depths for any trace of a beast. Any hint of violence. All she could find was warmth and care and a hint of fear—and a deep, drowning sadness that threatened to drag Nancy under.

She saw her own face reflected back. Blazing gold eyes and face twisted into ugly fury. She had seen this before, hadn’t she? Reflected in a different set of eyes. The memory hit her like a gunshot.

Barbara Holland.

Robin didn’t kill Barbara.

Nancy knew who had. She remembered now.

She knew what she had to do.

A bang echoed through the saloon.

[moonlit-imagines]

Thirteen

Robin Buckley x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “thirteen by big star (robin)”

You and Robin walked home from school side by side, talking about your most recent encounter with your most annoying teacher. Robin almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. You reached her house and walked her to the door.

“So, uh, senior prom is coming up and I was wondering if you would be my date?” You asked her and she tried to fight the giant smile that was about to form.

“I’d have to think about it,” Robin paused for half a second, “yes.” You two laughed together as you pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek.

“Great, it’s next Friday so I’m thinking I’ll pick you up and you can sleepover at my house that night. Sounds like a plan?” You asked.

“Will we be matching our outfits?” She smirked.

“Duh.” You chuckled. “Are you down?” Robin nodded and you leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, then left the Buckley residence and went on your way home.

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You and Robin both wore yellow to prom. You picked her up from her house and the radio was playing Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones.

“Every time I hear this song, I think of Jonathan Byers unironically quoting it, do you?” You asked as she stepped intobthe car. She immediately burst into laughter.

“I’ll never be able to listen to this song without thinking about that now, thanks for that.” She giggled as you turned the music up. You headed for the location of senior prom.

“You ready to have the time of your life with the gal of your dreams?” You joked.

“You think they’ll judge us for being like, ‘lovey-dovey’ tonight?” She asked quietly.

“Probably, but this is our night. We’re like...outlaws, yeah. Outlaws don’t give a shit. And we won’t be like those other cringy couples, we’ll stay mellow. Leave all the super fun stuff to when we get back to my place, do we have a deal?” You asked you beautiful date.

“Yeah, we have a deal.” The two of you stepped out of the car. Robin wore her graffitied red Converse, which you loved a lot. The red really went with the short, yellow ruffle dress she wore. You’re surprised she wanted to wear a dress. Your dress was a bit more flowy and had sequins all over the torso. They sparkled in the light, which made it a bit more fun to move around.

You had the tickets for the night and handed them in to the ticket collector. Robin grabbed your hand and you walked into the dark room. The strobe lights gave you a headache, but you didn’t let it get in the way of your fun.

You danced the night away with your beautiful date. Slow songs, party songs, all that jazz. It all went by so fast, you were shocked when Robin told you it was time to go. You had barely eaten after all the excitement, but there were leftovers at home that you needed to finish. You grabbed Robin’s hand and walked her back to the car, opening her door for her. You trip back home was full of laughter and retelling of stories that only happened recently with each other.

You let her into the house and warmed up leftovers to eat together. You didn’t change out of your dresses, you just sat on the couch and watched a movie, with brief cuddling. You enjoyed being able to do this with her, sit there, kiss and cuddle without the world weighing you down. It was new, it was calming, it was happy.

[personalarsonist]

Characters from various medias (a good amount from horror movies or shows) that I had a crush on as a kid and crushes have as an adult that makes wonder wtf my sexuality is:

Sorry in advance because this is gonna be a long post...

Females:

Carrie White (Carrie, both versions 1976 & 2013)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Anita "Needy" Lesnicki (Jennifer's Body)

Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses)

Tiffany Valentine (The Bride of Chucky)

Janus "Alice" Prospero (Action/Horror movie Resident Evil)

Selene (Action/horror(?) movie based off of Marvel Comic/Comic book: Underworld)

Princess Leia (Star Wars)

Sarah Connor (Terminator)

Princess Diana/Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (Wonder Woman)

Laurie Strode (Halloween, 1978)

Yamazaki Asami (Audition, 1998)

The Bride/Beatrix Kiddo (Kill Bill/The Bride)

Tia Dalma (Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest)

Marie Laveau (American Horror Story Coven)

Ramona Royale (American Horror Story Hotel (Honestly Angela Bassett is hot and gorgeous in general ))

Sally Hardesty (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974)

Vanita "Stretch" Brock (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 1986)

Elvira (Elvira, Mistress of the Dark)

Vampira (The Vampira Show, Vampira 1974 & 1994)

Lily Munster (The Munsters)

Star (The Lost Boys 1998)

Morticia Addams (The Addams Family 1964, 1991 & 1993)

Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family 1964, 1991 & 1993)

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Cat Woman/Selena Kyle (Batman Comics and The Gotham City Sirens)

Poison Ivy/ Dr. Pamela Isley (Batman Comics and Gotham City Sirens)

Harley Quinn/ Dr. Harleen Quinzel (Batman Comics, Gotham City Sirens, Suicide Squad and Harley Quinn Comics)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Heather Holloway (Stranger Things)

Veronica Sawyer (The Heathers, had crushes collectively on these characters)

Heather Chandler (The Heathers)

Heather Duke (The Heathers)

Heather McNamara (The Heathers)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Lady (Devil May Cry)

Trish (Devil May Cry)

Zarya/Aleksandra Zaryanova (Overwatch)

Sombra/Olivia Colomar (Overwatch)

Brigitte Lindholm (Overwatch)

Mercy/Dr. Angela Ziegler (Overwatch)

Pharah/Farheeha Amari (Overwatch)

Symmetra/Satya Vaswani (Overwatch, Okay,look Overwatch ladies make me go absolutely feral)

Widowmaker/Amélie Lacroix (Overwatch)

Tracer/Lena Oxton (Overwatch)

D.VA/Hana Song (Overwatch)

Mei-Ling Zhou (Overwatch)

Ana Amari (Overwatch)

Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe (Overwatch)

Moira O'Deorain (Overwatch)

Yamamura Sadako (The Ring)

Males:

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2003 & Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning 2006, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre Comics (such as About a Boy))

Michael Myers (Halloween 1978 & Halloween 2007/2009)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974, 1986,1990)

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader (Star Wars)

The Yautja (Predator)

David (The Lost Boys)

Dwyane (The Lost Boys)

Paul (The Lost Boys)

Marko (The Lost Boys)

Michael Emerson (The Lost Boys, I actually had a crush on the teen vamps collectively as a kid and kinda still do)

Asa Emory (The Collector & The Collection)

Jason Vorhees (Friday the 13th (all))

Billy Loomis/Ghostface (Scream)

Stu Macher/Ghostface (Scream)

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas 1974)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Jason Dean/JD (The Heathers)

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dante Sparta (Devil May Cry)

Jason Todd/Robin/Red Hood (Batman, Teen Titans, The Outlaws/The Dark Trinity)

Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil)

James "Jem" Carstairs (The Infernal Devices)

William "Will" Herondale (The Infernal Devices)

Magnus Bane (The Bane Chronicles, The Infernal Devices, The Mortal Instruments)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Jesse McCree (Overwatch)

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper (Overwatch)

Shimida Hanzo (Overwatch)

Shimida Genji (Overwatch)

Blade (Blade, Blade 2, Blade Trinity)

Okita (Soji?) Souji (Hakuouki)

Harada Sanosuke (Hakuouki)

Nagakura Shinpachi (Hakuouki (technically all Japanese names should have surnames first))

Sorry for the long post.

Inspired by the horror movie girl crushes post by @0shark-babe0

Edit: added more characters I heavily like too much and this list is by no means organized or numbered from most favorites to least, even though I put my most favorite male at the top of the guys list.

[scoutbot]

the night it all fell apart

i bet yall thought i forgot about the yeehaw outlaws

Gal Buckley stood at the peak of a hill, overlooking a large bank. She stood with unwavering confidence, her grinning expression displaying her excitement over the raid. Her shoulder length black hair stuck out from under her gambler style cowboy hat, carefully positioned so as not to hide her dice earring. Her neck was covered by a simple chain necklace laid over a green bandanna.

A group of lower ranking criminals flanked her, all belonging to the yeehaw outlaws; the faction Gal led. They were almost ready to start the raid, but someone was missing.

Anna Armssmith. Or well, Anna Buckley as of yesterday. She wasn't gals' right hand, that honor went to the Russel twins, Rory and Robin. But Anna was the love of her life.

Almost on cue, as Gal looked down at the shiny ring on her finger, Anna’s motorcycle, custom built to look like a horse, roared over the desert sand. Normally the noise would be an issue, but a trustworthy source had told them that, due to a series of coincidences, the bank would be completely unguarded for the night.

Anna was wearing a black leather jacket with spiked shoulders over a simple white tshirt with a skull and crossbones. Calling her hat beat up was an understatement, the flat brimmed cattleman style hat was cut completely through in several places, and the structure looked like it was about to collapse at the slightest disturbance. By some miracle the curved spikes on the edge of the brim had been totally untouched. Anna’s face bore a jagged scar, going directly over her left eye.

She dismounted her motorcycle, exchanging pecks on the cheek with Gal before starting to head down the hill.

Gal followed after, the rest of the present outlaws following behind. On the way down, Gal kicked a stone to the side, inadvertently causing an outlaw with a hat and bandanna patterned to look like cheese to trip.

“Sorry, Cheese.” Gal offered a hand, Cheese grumbling as she helped him up. Gal paid it no mind, she had known Cheese long enough to know they were usually crabby.

This was a reminder of Gal’s power. In this world, a lucky few were granted some sort of superpower. It was usually something minor, like levitation, but rarely, someone could have something major, like going back in time after death or manifesting items out of thin air, or even rarer two powers, minor or major. Gal’s power was in the middle. She was supernaturally lucky, at a cost: Gal’s luck worked by screwing others over if it could. 

The yeehaw outlaws snuck down into the valley where the bank was, excited chatter bouncing between them in the dark. For many of them this was their first raid, which was very purposeful on Gal’s part. This was going to be a breeze, even with a bunch of barely eighteen year olds in tow. 

One of them shifted to the front of the group to pick the lock on the door. Though their hands shook with nervousness, they had clearly practiced this before.

The lock clicked open. At the exact same moment, the lights in the bank snapped on, revealing hundreds of police officers.

It was a trap.

It was an obvious trap.

Gal’s heart sank. How had she been stupid enough to belive the ‘unguarded bank’ story was true?

The lockpicker stood up. And with a bang, they fell back down, blood cascading from the bullet wound on their forehead. Their head had been positioned just in the right place to protect Gal’s heart from the bullet.

Gal froze. The yeehaw outlaws had no weapons. Why would they? They weren't expecting anyone to be there. But the police had guns and attack dogs and, from the look of it, homicidal intent.

In an instant, everything fell into chaos. Gal rushed away from the bank doors as the police charged through. Gunshots rang through the air, young outlaws fell to the ground bloody. The deaths seemed to follow Gal as she tried to find a way to do something, even if that something was running.

Out of the corner of her eye, Gal saw Anna deliver a gut punch to a cop, causing them to drop their weapon. Gal dove for it, immediately shooting its original owner in the forehead. 

Shortly after, Gal processed something. It was a machine gun. Possibly the best weapon she could have in this situation. 

The sand beneath them bagan to stain red with the blood of the cops, every bullet Gal fired a lucky headshot. For a moment she forgot the seriousness of the situation, lost in a high unlike any other. But as the magazine began to run out, Gal realized that, as they got farther away from her, there was less carnage among the crowd and more arrests.

They were trying to kill Gal. her luck, once again, was making things worse for everyone else.

This situation was lost; Gal needed to get the fuck out of here and hopefully minimize yeehaw outlaw deaths.

She looked around for Anna. she was running up the hill to her motorcycle, looking like she had also realized how hopeless this was. Anna stopped at the top of the hill, seemingly searching for Gal, who ran up to her.

The pair turned to Anna’s motorcycle, their ticket out of here. As Anna stepped towards it, a bullet went through the gas tank. A police officer stood on the other side of the hill’s peak.

Anna rushed towards her motorcycle, knowing that a bullet through the gas tank isn't enough to make a motorcycle explode. Gal almost followed, but stopped short. She could see the cop loading his shotgun, and she recognised the bullets he was using. Incendiary rounds.

“Wait, Ann-” Gal’s cry was cut short by Anna’s motorcycle exploding.

Anna was blown backwards, gal just barely far enough away to not be affected by the explosion. Her hat landed right by Gal’s feet. She couldn't tell whether Anna was dead or unconscious, and there was no time to check or pick her up. Gal swiftly went to grab her hat, to save that for her when she was broken out of jail, or at least to remember her by if she was dead. 

Before Gal’s hand could even brush the hat, a policeman’s boot crushed it. Gal looked up to see a cop grinning down at her with a cruel smugness, the barrel of his shotgun pressed to her forehead. 

Gal squeezed her eyes shut, sure she was about to die. 

The shotgun clicked. A jam. 

Taking the opportunity, Gal shoved the shotgun up, hitting the cop in the face and stunning him. She ran blindly into the desert, not daring to look back, even as she heard the footsteps of the cop that had tried to kill her pursuing. Until she heard two extra pairs of footsteps running behind her. Gal looked behind her, seeing two other officers joining in pursuit of her. None of them seemed to have weapons, likely having abandoned them after they ran out of ammo or jammed without the time to fix it.

Gal looked back ahead of her, running as fast as she possibly could, straining herself to go faster until her legs burned.

Soon, they began to enter the wild majority of the desert, straying from the civilized area surrounding the bank.

A cry of surprise rang out behind Gal, prompting her to look back once more just in time to see a rattlesnake sink its fangs into one of the cops leg. The other cops stopped their pursuit, rushing to his side and giving Gal exactly what she needed to lose them.

Even after she was sure she had lost them, Gal kept running. She kept running long after daybreak, until she couldnt run anymore. 

As she collapsed on the desert sand, the weight of everything that had just happened hit Gal.

All she could do was cry.