#sean macguire rdr2

[nutluvs]

not sure if your requests are still open but I'd devour your take on how rdr characters would react to you giving them a hot lunch while they are hunting. Like they are sitting at the top of the hill with a hunting bow in their hands and you sneak up to them, handing them a hot meal prepared for them.

preferred characters are javier, sean and kieran but you can add your favourites as well, I will gladly read your take on that about any character! :)

also don't feel pressured if you don't feel like writing it! much love anyways, have a nice day :))

- 🦎

hot n' ready 🍰 various rdr2 characters x gn! reader

!! divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more ♡ !! hi sweetheart ! i hope you're doing amazing today ! ♡ this is my favorite request i've gotten in ages ! it's so cute. thank you so much for sending it in. ♡ i'm so so sorry it took me so long to write, i've had like.. 0 motivation to write lately, and this is just to get back into it. i'm also very sorry if this sucks and if i didn't portray any of your favorites right, i'm only really used to writing a few characters. synopsis:bringing your dearest some good lunch you made just for him while he's out hunting. pairings (in order): ♡ charles smith ♡ arthur morgan ♡ javier escuella ♡ eagle flies ♡ sean macguire ♡ kieran duffy ♡ john marston ♡ the boy warnings: none, this is just fluff !! mentions: @pursuedbyamemoryy @deaddoedonoteat

charles smith:

he didn't expect it. at all.

although, that doesn't mean he didn't appreciate it.

when you crept up to him, his focus was entirely on the doe, whose head was tipped down to nibble at the grass beneath her hooves.

as soon as you prodded at him with the tip of your finger, he jolted and made a discontented, uncomfortable sound.

he was quick to whip around to see who it was, gripping his bow a little tighter, but when he realized it was you he visibly relaxed almost instantly.

he greets you and asks you what you have in your hands, disregarding the doe immediately. you were more important.

"a warm lunch, just for you. i know pearson's meals aren't so satisfying to eat, especially since they lack seasoning and any variation, so i made something of my own. i also made myself something, that way, we could have some lunch together.

when you say that, he feels his face go warm.

he has to clear his throat before attempting to tell you that you didn't have to do this for him and that he didn't want to be a waste of time, but you were quicker, promising him that he deserved a break from low quality food and that he deserved something nice.

so, now understanding you were absolutely sure, he takes his warm lunch from your hands with a smile, and you eat together underneath the shade of a tree, sharing conversation and warm, loving smiles.

arthur morgan:

he was a bit frustrated.

he had tried to get his hands on this damn buck for so long, but every time he'd try and shoot, the thing would get spooked off by quickly passersby.

so now, here he was, sat atop a hill, grumbling to himself about how irritating the prey was, fidgeting with an arrow and trying to calm himself down.

he had heard hoofbeats on the grass and quickly turned to see who it was, and as soon as he saw your face, all of his anger was gone. he put the arrow he held down onto the grass with his bow, and watched you approach. he noticed you had something in your hands.

"hey, darlin'. what's that you got in your hands?" he asks, watching you sit down beside him with a bit of a smile present on your features.

"some lunch for you. made it myself." you say, smiling bigger. "i figured you'd like something that isn't as bad as pearson's cooking... so i made that something."

arthur was a bit shocked, taking it from your hands when you held it out to him. he looked from the box up to you, unsure. "i don't deserve this, darlin', it's.. you didn't have to."

"i wanted to."

this makes his face go red, because he wouldn't really figure someone would want to do something like this for him. but it made him happy, and he really enjoyed your cooking. who knew you were so good?

javier escuella:

he's more of a fishing guy, so that might make it a little harder for you to reach him, but that doesn't deter you.

he went down to the dakota river to do some fishing, and he asked you to tag along, but you initially said no. he was a little sad about that.

however, when he was in the middle of wrapping a smallmouth bass so he could return it to camp, you prodded at his shoulder, causing him to yelp and drop the fish.

you apologized quickly, but he was quick to put the apology down. he wasn't mad at you, he could never be. plus, he insisted he should've been more aware of his surroundings.

after that, you handed him the lunch you made.

"querida, what's this?" he asks, inspecting it closely, as if unsure. it wasn't like you'd give him something that'd kill him, so he stopped his looking.

"a lunch i made for you, since pearson's cooking tastes like shit."

"it has a few of the meals you told me your mother used to make you, and i wanted to sorta give you some sense of home. i hope my cooking is as good as hers, and that i captured the flavors right."

his heart warms, and he feels a bit of a hitch in his breath. you took the time out of your day to make him one of the dishes from home? oh, you were just the sweetest.

he holds the lunch carefully as he brings you into a hug and kisses your cheek, thanking you before quickly sitting down to enjoy what you picked to make him.

eagle flies:

today's hunt had been very successful, and he was proud of that.

he had managed to shoot down some rabbits, and he wanted to finish off a deer as well. he found it most refreshing when he did this.

when you came over the hill, he was poised to shoot, rough fingertips pulling back on the string of his bow.

you decided to stay quiet, watching him release the string and puncture the unaware doe's neck. you smiled when he released a pleased sigh, standing to go collect the arrow and the fresh kill.

"that was a good one," you say, spotting him turn and smile right back at you. "thank you." he replies. he'd known you were there, but he had already gotten the opportunity for a perfect shot, so he didn't greet you despite how bad he'd wanted to.

you watched him pluck the arrow from the carcass and hoist it over his shoulder, bringing it back to his horse before helping you down from yours.

"so, why'd you come?"

"made you something." you say, handing him a small box lunch. "you deserve a treat for all of the hard work you've been doing lately. i know it's the least i could do for such hard work, but i was in a rush."

eagle flies smiles at the gift, his heart fluttering. "thank you, my love. i appreciate this a lot. i've always liked your cooking." he says, leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to your temple, before sitting down to eat the meal you made specially for him.

sean macguire:

he didn't know why he came on this hunting trip. hunting irked him.

he wasn't even all that good at focusing on the prey, let alone shoot it in a vital spot to kill it. he wouldn't admit that, nor the fact that he'd rather be doing something more entertaining.

he just about tossed away the bow, but you twined your arms around him in a hug and gazed up at him, a smile on your lips.

"hi honey." you say gently, "i brought you something to eat. hunting isn't your forte, and i know you like my cooking. maybe it'll calm you down."

sean stared at you for a moment, his expression flat before it grew a bit embarrassed, "i can hunt just fine!" he snapped, and you laughed. "i saw the anger in your face, honey, you hate it. here."

you pushed the box meal into his hands, and he wasn't going to deny this. as you said, he loved your cooking. he'd never say otherwise... even if he didn't like the flavor of something, he was the biggest fan of your meals and would eat up the whole plate.

he was quick to slump down underneath a tree with you, blabbering on about his day with you leaning against his shoulder. he didn't have any manners when eating, but that was fine. at least he was back to being happy.

kieran duffy:

he prefers being back at camp with the horses, let's just say that.

he didn't like the idea of hurting animals, preferring to take care of them. so, he purposefully made this a bad hunt.

he didn't even know why they asked him of all gang members to go out and hunt... although, he'd still try. he wanted them to trust him at least a little bit more. he wasn't just some o'driscoll..

he sat crouched behind a bush, expression a bit worried as he aimed the bow he borrowed at an unaware rabbit.

when he let go of the string, he jolted back, the squeaky, high-pitched sound from a pained bunny not meeting his ears. only the sound of panicked scuttling and the small thud of an arrow.

"oh..." he sighed, a bit displeased with himself. although, he sorta preferred that he didn't kill something so innocent.

"kieran?"

the sound of your voice caused him to jolt once again, and he looked up at you. "o-oh, hey, darlin'.. um, i uh.."

"i see you haven't caught yourself anything."

"nope.." he mumbled, gaze straying elsewhere. he listened to your soft laughter as you sat down beside him. "that's okay," you promised, earning his eyes on you again, "don't worry. i'll catch something later. anyway, i brought you something."

when you handed him a box, he felt the warmth seep into his palms. he looked at it, then at you. "what's this?"

"some lunch. i made it specially for you, you deserve a break from all that harassment they give you. even though it's not much, i thought you might like it."

kieran blushed at this, putting the box on his lap and managing a small-voiced "thank you."

you made him feel so dizzy, so stupid in love. but he liked that. he liked it a lot.

john marston:

he was pretty self confident in today's hunt.

he'd managed a few kills, a deer and some birds. nothing too big. but he was still pretty proud. and with this confidence, he felt he'd be good with another kill.

however, as soon as he plucked an arrow to shoot with, he noticed you coming up the hill. he was quick to smile all dumb, shoving his bow and arrow away.

when you came over the hill, you halted your horse, looking to him as he made his way over to you and pulled you from your horse.

you noticed quickly that he was in a good mood, as he began to swing you around when you were in his arms. "there's my angel! how are you doing?" he asks, nuzzling you as he sat you down, listening to your giggles.

"great! i don't think i have to ask you how you are..." you tease, before stepping slightly back from him. "made you a little something, by the way.

this caught his attention, and he raised a brow, "what's that?" "made you a lunch, with your favorites." you said as you handed him the lunch. "i figured you'd like it. you've told me about two million times that my cooking's your favorite." holy shit, was this day going good. john was through the roof now.

john grinned like the idiot he was and took the box from you. "thanks, my angel. always did like your cooking, you do it real good. i always wonder who taught you." he admits, wrapping you up in his arms again, careful not to spill what he has in his hands. you giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw, "i try, and i'm glad my hard work is met with a good product."

"mmmhm. now, wanna sit down and share?"

the boy:

he wasn't usually the type to hunt.

however, today, he went out hunting, and it wasn't going so good. he ended up pouting on the forest floor, leaning against a tree.

"honey?" you call out, which distracts him from his moping. he looks like he lightened up a bit, but not as much as you hoped. you sighed when he looked back to his hands.

"not much of a result, huh, love?" you ask, dismounting your horse and approaching him. you squatted down beside him, putting a hand on his cheek and tipping his head up. he grunted a "no."

"huntin's stupid. i'm the best 'round here, but these damn animals.." he huffed. you only smiled softly, leaning in close to him and pressing a kiss to his temple. "will this cheer you up?" you ask, putting a small box in his hands.

he looked at you, confused, blue eyes searching your face and waiting for an explanation.

"it's lunch i made for you. i know you're not the biggest fan of hunting, so i decided i'd make you a lunch to cheer you up... and before you ask if there's any watermelon, yes, i put watermelon in it."

he grinned dumbly, his face growing warm and dusting with a rosy color, leaning in and giving you a quick peck on the nose. "thanks, i always did like your cooking... makes me feel better 'bout this."

"oh, i know. you're blushing all silly."

"i ain't!"

here's this! i hope this suffices for my first post in 8 centuries. i hope you enjoyed, have a nice day! love you guys ♡♡♡♡

[moonlightkitties]

Saw this on insta and it immediately reminded me of Arthur and Sean when they burned down the Gray's fields.

[honeyzephyr]

my half of an art trade w/ mischief.maari on ig!

(also ppssssttt… moots my trades are open to all of you)

[charredhare]

SEAN MACGUIRE'S HOLY TRINITY; SULKY, ANGRY, AND SCAR FACE.

[zzzsnok]

Sean who loves to ruffle your hair while passing you at camp, usually saying good morning or saying hi while doing so.

[spongeyspot]

General Modern Sean MacGuire HCs

- Alcoholic (it’s a given)

- Party Animal. Fr the life of the party or the problem, no in between.

- happy/stupid drunk

- “I’m a good drunk driver”

- isn’t even an okay driver when he’s sober

- Serial DUIist

- in his teens, he once ran from the police and got away, but he had dropped his wallet during the chase, and they later showed up at his house after looking at his ID

- still probably drives even after his license is revoked/suspended/taken away

- the biggest pothead you’ll ever meet

- hotboxes his car so bad that you can’t even see inside through the smoke

-fry cook at a fast food place

- low key a klepto

- never touches the money in the register but this man’s apartment is stocked up with food and other stuff from his work

- paper towels, toilet paper, plastic forks/spoons/knives, ketchup packets, even the fucking mop and yellow bucket too bro

- probably a pretty hardcore gamer

- streams occasionally, and is probably actually a little popular. The kid is funny, it’s only natural.

- 100% has an anime body pillow and titty/ass mousepad

- apartment is a pigsty

- pizza boxes and takeout containers litter all over the floor

- absolutely does the thing where he’ll start to clean but he’ll find something he thought he lost and he’ll play with it until he gives up on/ forgets that he’s cleaning

- ADHD diagnosis up the ass

- also probably mildly neurodivergent

- air guitars/drums along to songs

- also does it when no music is playing and makes the noises with his mouth

- 100% swears by drinking the bong water

[tempting-andromeda]

can we pls get more sean hcs🫠🙏

Sean MacGuire Headcanons

Goofiest smile ever

Can’t even do a charming one

It’s toothy and it makes his eyes crinkle

Can’t keep his hands to himself ever

He’s touching everything

Grabbing your shirt, touching the grass, feeling the wood on a table, etc

Causally tries to pickpocket you just to if he can

Doesn’t know how to use his inside voice

It’s loud or nothing!

There’s always something wrong with his clothes

Shirt is half untucked, shoes on the wrong feet, his jacket is bunched up

Hates doing things by himself

Y’all know that one bf on TikTok that boos his gf?? That’s Sean

Likes when you play with his hair

Refuses to admit he’s little spoon but will pout if he’s not

Dates usually start casual but they end in the most absurd ways

You once said you liked a horse so he stole it for you

Has a stealing problem

He can have the money but he just liked taking it

Begs you to let him steal for you

Loves making a scene to embarrass you

Will drop to his knees in public and have the most dramatic scene of pretending you said the crudest thing just because you asked him to stop pinching your butt

Does not stop though

He’s always working hard in camp (HE LITERALLY DOES SO MUCH) and loves when you give him attention

He usually gets in trouble when you do but he still encourages it

Has begged you to marry him

With tears

Thinks it’s funny to randomly lift you up

Cannot handle if you playfully make fun of him

Insist he’s a big strong man! And not a baby girl!

Loves to be in your personal space

It’s his too!

Dating him is just always bursting into giggles and he loves making himself a fool for you

Acts like an orange cat shamelessly

Things it’s apart of his Irish charm

[xmimikyuxxx]

GUYS HEAR ME OUT ON THIS HEADCANON

So Sean and Kieran they would have been such a nice couple because quiet person X talkative person is a very nice dynamic and I love it , because like Kieran would listen to literally everything Sean rambles about just because he likes his voice, And when he’s tired and they are cuddling, he makes Sean read to him(even tho he can’t really read) or makes him sing Irish songs to him, I also feel like Sean would actually decide that it’s a amazing time to learn more about horses since he’s dating the horse hand, And that’s really the only time Kieran rambles because he hates interrupting Sean (even tho he gets mad at everyone else, he could never get mad at Kieran)

[stuart-little-anti]

shout out to sean for banging his girl in johns 'room' still hilarious

[eiffeltornet]

rdr2 ch 3 "A Short Walk In A Pretty Town" spoilers

Do you guys ever think about how Seans death affected Bill?

Bill was the one who got them all together, it was mostly his idea (i think?). And then Sean got shot dead, infront of their eyes. https://youtu.be/9di7VvZyEQk?si=L7ghscB28aDxJN7H This. Bill feels like its his fault Sean died, like he could've prevented it, even though, he couldn't've stopped it. He had no idea. It has him crying because he feels so fuckin guilty about it. About something he couldn't help. Something he couldn't've stopped. And based on what he said, that guilt is probably so overwhelming. "I don't know if I can keep this down…I still feel bad… about Sean… I mean. How was I to know?" He's so overridden with guilt that it seems to be sickening him. It is eating him alive. Imagine how terrible he'll always feel about the fact Sean died, and he feels it's his fault. It wasn't. But he'll forever feel like it was, and that guilt will always be there. He might not constantly feel it, but it'll always be there.

[moonlightkitties]

First Snowfall of the Year - Sean MacGuire x Reader

Plot: You and Sean celebrate the first snowfall of the year with some needed quality time.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 522

Ever since Colter, you've despised the snow.

It's been eight years since then but the memories of almost freezing to death were still raw.

That's why when you awoke in yours and Sean's newly built homestead and saw that it snowed overnight, you audibly groaned. Sean grumbled at your groaning and turned over, his green eyes fluttering open "What is it?" he asked, sitting up. You pointed to the window, the ground was covered in a soft, white blanket.

Sean blinked sleepily, his brow furrowing as he followed your finger to the window. He chuckled once he saw the snow "There's no reason to be groanin' bout' a lil snow, love," he said, laying back down on the bed. You let out a sigh "It is," you tell him "We have chores to do and I don't want to do it in a bunch of snow," you finish, sitting on the edge of the bed, about to get up.

You felt a hand wrap around your wrist and your body being pulled back on the bed. Sean chuckled and kissed your forehead, as he looked down at you "Stay with me, love, just for a few more minutes," he said, laying down and pulling you to where your back was pressing up against his chest.

"Fine," you, teasingly, sigh and let him rest his head on your shoulder. Thinking more and more about the snow made you anxious, you shoved the thoughts away, you had Sean and a warm house, you weren't going to freeze to death.

"Always so eager," he said, kissing the back of your neck "Chores can wait, it's just me an' you now." You smiled softly, basking in his attention, even though you both had tons of chores to get done today. "It's just...after Blackwater, we had to travel in the freezing cold, you weren't there of course, but I almost froze to death if it wasn't for Arthur," you explained to him, your heart tightening in your chest at the mention of your fallen friend. Sean sighed "I know, love, but you're safe now, you're not in the middle of the mountains, you're with me."

"Just lay in bed, stay with me for a while, chores can wait," he murmured, feeling up your body. You smiled and turned your head towards him "What do you think you're doing, Mr. MacGuire?" you ask. Sean smirks "I think ya know what I'm doin, Mrs. MacGuire." Sean rubs his hands up and down your body, and before you know it, his hands are tickling your sides. You squeal in laughter "Sean!" you shriek "Stop!"

He laughs at your pitiful attempt to escape. "Sean!" you laugh as he kept tickling you. He stopped after you lost the ability to breath after a while and you gasped for air, still laughing. "That was not funny!" you gasped. Sean smirked "I think it was," he said, wrapping his arm around you "But seriously, love, let's lay down for a least a few more minutes."

As your heartbeat settled, for the first time, the snow that was falling outside didn't worry you one bit.

[omgwhatchloe]

one of my fav macsummers headcanons is, if they didnt have to eat that poison i mean mr pearsons stew and had actual plates of food, they’d defo just steal from each other’s plate until they had basically combined their meal.

like, lenny would be eating and sean’s hand would just sneak over to him plate and take a handful of food he doesnt even like that much, but because its on lennys plate he’s stealing it.

[miguel-owhora]

SEAN MACGUIRE MASTERLIST

SEP. 2024

FINGERING HIM

[charredhare]

SEEING KAREN AND SEAN BE,,, HOW THEY ARE HAS TO BE LIKE SEEING A COUPLE IN THE HALLWAYS OF SCHOOL FOR THE REST OF THE GANG. GET TO CLASS? GET TO BEING ACTUALLY HELPFUL AROUND CAMP.

[spawn-of-santa]

Bombastic side eye

[deadeye-macguire]

" Real fuckin' funny shit you are, John Marston. "

SEAN MACGUIRE !!!!!!!!!

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