#sean x Reader

[red-dead-do-over246]

I'm in love with your witings , You are really talented ♡♡ ! , and I was wondering if you could write something like How will the gang members [arthur,dutch,micah,and anyone you like] react to f!reader who wears glasses because she had a very bad eyesight? (she's very insecure about it) and its fine if you dont want to

Thank you anon!💖💖 I think I will also add Sean to this list XD

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The Gang Members (Arthur, Dutch, Micah, and Sean) React to Fem!Reader Who Wears Glasses Because of Poor Eyesight

Arthur Morgan

-We all know it's hard for Arthur to express himself a lot of the time, especially when it's around a lady as pretty as yourself. When he first notices your glasses, he pretends he doesn't notice as to not make you feel weird or anything.

-But he's a piss poor actor (Hosea's working on it), so you just make a comment yourself to reel him back in.

-You explain how poor your eyesight is without them, and that you need them to see practically anything. You were insecure about it, so Arthur's hesitation was well intended. But you could also sense that Arthur was going to be awkward until you told him.

-Sometimes he overreacts and thinks you are deathly blind, which leaves you embarrassed and having to remind him that you are just fine with your glasses.

-He's a respectful man to those he likes, so you knew you had nothing to worry about when it came to him teasing you or something. Arthur still noticed your discomfort and apologized if it was his fault.

-This led you guys to having long thoughtful discussions about insecurities and what not. The two of you trusted each other, so there was no worries. Just closure.

-And if anyone dared make a comment on your glasses, Arthur would send one of his sharp insults their way to shut them up.

Dutch van der Linde

-Dutch is a master with words and charm, and he takes interest to nearly every female body in camp, you included. To be honest, Dutch didn't even notice your glasses at first. All he paid attention to was the books you were reading.

-It takes a comment from Hosea to you about your glasses (cause you trusted the olde man), to make Dutch realize that you don't only wear them when you read.

-Dutch being Dutch confronted you smoothly on the matter. He was a curious man after all and none of his other gang members seemed to wear glasses. You were shy about answering. Not only were you insecure about the whole thing, but this was also Dutch here.

-You eventually were conned into telling him, Dutch using all his pretty words into making you cave. You were ashamed that he wouldn't want you here because you couldn't basically do anything without your glasses.

-But Dutch seemed to find you more endearing, like a fragile flower.

-He doesn't bring your glasses up again, acting like they aren't even there for the sake of your self-esteem. However, you can catch him staring at some points, like you were a deer who would bolt if he dare made a move.

-But not words were ever brought up by anyone ever. He made sure of that, and he made sure to give you some books now and again to keep a smile on your face.

Micah Bell

-We all know that Micah would be an absolute asshole at first. He may be a bit "softer" on the women, but he picks out anything he sees as a weakness and attacks. Some others know about your glasses, but when they notice that he notices, they get worried.

-He practically snatches them from your face, causing you to shriek as he examines them with a squint in his eyes.

-Your sudden fear is what shocks him the most, not understanding why losing (what he considers) such a stupid trinket would cause you to panic. When you tell him that you can't see, he gives them back to you as you scramble to put them on. Of course, he makes a sly comment.

-Did he give them back to you out of pity? Fear of getting Dutch on his ass? Something else? Micah himself didn't really know. All he did know is that your eyesight was very poor, which is why you never went out on any missions.

-It takes a couple days, but he eventually works up the stomach to apologize to you. It's forced and not very convincing, but it was enough to get you to admit why you freaked out, confirming what he thought.

-It was a weird conversation to have with him because Micah never seemed like a caring type. But then, after a moment, he asked if they really worked, so you offered to have him try them on. This was the one time that you seemed to smile with him, especially when he said he was more blind with them on.

-He may tease you from time to time, raising your insecurities somewhat. But eventually, the nickname "four eyes" became something of a term of endearment. In the end, he actually offers to teach you how to shoot.

Sean Macguire

-Sean is the most endearing little bean that makes everyone smile. He is probably the only one who makes you forget about your insecurities because he is so good at making you laugh and feeling like you are special.

-But he's also someone who won't leave you alone when he becomes interested in something. So when he sees your glasses, he's glued to you.

-Sean's instincts tell him to compliment you because your a woman, but his childish curiosity tells him to ask about your glasses. So, he does both at the same time. Telling you how pretty you look with your glasses.

-Of course, this leaves you as a flustered mess, so you eventually tell him that they aren't there for show but rather you need them to see because you are practically blind without them. Sean doesn't really understand and takes the glasses from your face to look at them.

-Sensing your worry, he puts them on his own face and jokingly asks if their magic and will help him read better. His goal to make you giggle is a success, so he hands your lifeline back to you.

-Sean sees himself as the only one who gets permission to bring up your glasses, so anyone else who does (even if it's an innocent comment) get to face him and his Irish accent stating how no one else but him gets to talk to you like that.

-He's the one who makes you feel better about your glasses, and you love how much he loves to make you smile. Your insecurity is almost nonexistent around him. God bless Sean for being in your life.

[sweetandabitspycho]

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x Grimm! Reader

Request; YES

Summary: After Sean gets shot after trying to protect you, a grimm who doesn’t know about him now has to make sure he knows you love him

Warnings: kinda au, female reader.

Ps, first time writing in a bet so sorry if it suck’s donkey dicks. Request are open.

Masterlist

“Please?” It came out no more then a whisper. A soft beg, begging him not to not die. The room was dark. The only light was the monitor that keep reminding her that he was alive.

The only sound was that annoying beeping that in the she loved to hear. It was the only thing that helped her. As she wiped her teary eyes.

She let out a soft breathe before looking up at her love. He still looked as handsome as the day they met.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me. Please wake up.” She said moving her fingers to his face. Down the jaw she loved to kiss. His cheek. How? How had she not known? She wondered, she was a Grimm after all.

It has been a day since the attack. A day since he took a bullet meant for her. That moment played on repeat in her mind. The look on his face when he lost control and woge and pushed her behind him. When he saw the gun pointed at her. The sound of the gun being fired as his body hit the floor. She grabbed her gun and shoot the man in front of her.

The look on Sean’s face when he saw her as she held him. A light smile appeared on his face when he knew she was safe.

She placed his head in her lap as she begged him not to die. As the tears rolled down her face. Her hands covered in his blood. Trying to keep pressure. His hot sticky blood seeped into her hands.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, fighting to keep his eyes open. She shook her head. “No.” She kissed his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” She says not looking into his eyes. She focused on keeping her hands on his stomach. “I’m the one who is sorry. This is all my fault.” She cried out when he lost consciousness.

Tears rolled down her face as she closed her eyes. Grabbing his hand in hers. Her lips pressed against his hand. Praying to anyone and everyone that he would live.

“Don’t cry.” A voice told her. As she opened her eyes she saw Sean was awake. “Hey handsome.” She said his fingers wrapped around hers before he smiled at her. “You stayed.” He said in a small voice. Shook laced in, as if he really did excepted me to leave him. He looked at me with loving eyes. Before I could say anything the nurses walked in and asked me to leave.

After a hour I was able to go back into the room. Sean was laying down looking at the ceiling. “Why?” It was his turn to ask as he closed him eyes. “Why what?” I asked sitting back in my chair my his bed.

He looked at me. His green eyes staring at me. “Why did you stay?” He asked again. He look at me with confusion. “I love you, Sean Renard. You stayed with me knowing I was a Grimm and you loved me. I love you to much to let you go now.” I said putting my hand on his bed. Looking at him, those green eyes looking at me. “You took a bullet for me, why?” It was my turn.

“I love you. You are the only thing that matters to me.” He said scooting over and pulling me to lay with him. My head on his shoulder. He looked at me for a second before looking at the ceiling again.

“I didn’t want to lose you. I love you to much to let you go. I would give my life over and over for you.” He said as he kissed my head.

“You will never lose me, I love you Sean.” I said kissing his lips. Once we pulled apart I smiled at him before asking him. “So you are half Zauberbiest?” He held me as he explained everything.

Once he was done he looked at me as if to make sure I was still okay with everything. “So you are a prince? That’s awesome!” I said as he held me tighter. “So my prince, how are you feeling?” I asked kissing his shoulder.

“Better with you in my arms.” He smiled at me.

[yourimagines]

Can you do a Sean Strickland smut where reader wakes up to him hump!ng her because he got hard you can do the rest !!

It’s a bit short, I’m sorry

Darling please…

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers; 18+, Smut, Swearing and Fluff

Sean POV

I was still wide awake, staring at the ceiling as my girlfriend y/n was asleep next to me, she was laying on her side, her back was facing me. ‘Beautiful.’ My eyes went over her body, her legs crossed and her ass was slightly covered by the shirt she wore, in fact it’s my white shirt she’s wearing. ‘Fuck…’ I felt my pants tighten as I tried to ignore that horny feeling. ‘It’s too early, I need some sleep.’ I looked away from her and started to think about something else, about something stupid. ‘I really need a break from all of this tho…the media and shit.’ A small noise came out of her, a whimpering noise. I immediately turned my head and looked at her, she was hugging her sheets. ‘Fuck darling.’ Her back was arching a little bit, making her ass popping out. I carefully moved over, my horny brain took over my body and I started to touch her hips. My hands roamed over her body and I slightly raised the shirt back up, revealing her black panties as my hands roamed over them. “Fuck…”

Y/n POV

I felt something heavy on me as I slowly woke up, I tiredly opened my eyes and felt Sean was humping me from behind, his groans and whimpers filled my ears. “Fuck…” he growls softly and moved against my legs. My panties became dampened and I pressed my ass out against him. He moves closer and kisses my neck. “Sean…” I moaned softly out and he grabs my hips, pressing my ass against his fully hard dick. “Oh fuck darling.” His hips moved faster and his dick moved against me. “Let me use you darling…please?” he pleaded as he kept humping me. “You already woken me up, so please do your thing.” He immediately pushed my panties to the side and pushes himself in. He let out a deep groan and moved rapidly in and out of me. He shoved me deeper into the mattress as he starts to go rough and deep with me.

The room was filled with low grunts and soft moans. Sean had a quick pace as he shoves his dick in and out. “Fuck…” his hands squeezed my ass and I moaned against his pillow. “Such a good girl for me….” He grabbed me a bit firmer and pulled my ass a bit up, making me arch my back a bit more. “Sean..!” He hit my g-spot with a rough pace, making my mind go blank. “That’s it baby, let me hear you.” He was relentless with me as he kept fucking me like this, rough and deep. I kept moaning his name over and over again as my face was pressed against his pillow.

I came twice and he just released his cum inside of me. He was out of breath, panting as he lay us on our sides, his dick still buried deep inside of me. “Sorry for waking you up darling.” His hand was tracing my stomach as he placed soft kisses on my shoulder. “It’s okay, you needed some help.” He smiles against my shoulder. “Man how did I deserve this….” I placed my hand on his arm that was wrapped around me, protecting me. “You deserve this Sean.” I said tiredly and yawned. “Are you tired baby?” I nodded and closed my eyes. “It’s okay, I’m here baby, I promise I won’t wake you up again tonight, maybe in the morning.” He joked and kissed my shoulders. “I love you Sean.” I whispered as I slowly drifted away. “I love you darling.”

[robin-writess]

hi I'm the anon that was requesting the Sean thing

it was so late at night I wrote Javier instead of Sean in my request and it became really messy, I'm so sorry. It was all meant to be only about Sean idk why I wrote Javier...

(it's 1am rn it's again - really late, I'm sorry if the things I write make no sense, I'm struggling😭)

Ohh okay! Don’t worry I do the same thing sometimes😭😭 also I am so very sorry for the long wait!! Please forgive me if this is bad I really hope you like it !!

🎀Sean x Fem!Reader ; ‘you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’🎀

• summary : You and Sean were invited to go with Dutch to a fancy party in Saint Denis, in which you’ll need to dress real fancy and nice. The whole reason y’all went was to find job opportunities, but Sean couldn’t concentrate on his main goal during all this, he’s too busy drooling over you.

“Come on!” You hear Dutch yell, “if we’re gonna make it to this party we sure as shit better clean up a little.”

You take that as your cue to get ready as you head toward the old, decaying house to get dressed. Around ten minutes later, you walk out in a beautiful long, flowy dress (something like this, or this), your hair done beautifully and your makeup so stunning.

Dutch and Sean stand near the stagecoach as they wait for you. “Ah there she is,” Dutch says as he stops talking to Sean and looks over at you, “you ready?”

“Yep, all set.” You say as he helps you up into the coach.

The two men follow behind you and take their seats.

“Now what were you saying Sean?” Asks Dutch.

“Uh- I uh.. can’t remember,” Sean stutters, causing Dutch to stare at him in silence before looking over at you and back to Sean with a knowing look.

There’s a smirk on his face as he chuckles, “well anyways, about this party…..”

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The coach comes to a stop as you’ve finally arrived. One by one you all step out and start making your way towards the entrance, handing all your weapons to the guard before entering.

“Sean, you do your thing,” Dutch says under his breath so only you and Sean can hear, “go talk to people, try to get as much information as you can. Y/n, you too.”

“Yes sir,” you both say in unison.

Stepping out onto the balcony, you see Bronte and a few other men. “Ah, the angry cowboys, you’ve arrived!” He says, “and you’ve washed!”

You take in your surroundings, hearing the sounds of people chatting and laughing together, music playing, and smelling the fresh air. You look around at all the fancy decor, the well dressed men and women in the crowd, but the feeling of someone watching you brings you back to reality. You see Sean eyeing you up and down from the corner of your eye.

‘That’s a little odd..’ you think to yourself, ‘he isn’t usually this quiet.’

“This is quite a party you’ve invited us to,” Dutch smiles and shakes Bronte’s hand. “Yes, quite something..” he replies.

The Italian man starts rambling on about the mayor, the natives, a major in the war and his young wife. It starts to bore you, you grow weary of the fake smile plastered across your face.

“Y/n,” Sean whispers, “I think we should get going.”

You nod in response. “We’ll be on our way sir,” you say to Bronte before going down to join the party with Sean.

Of course you still see that Sean’s attention is all on you as you make your way toward the crowd of people.

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, “something wrong with my dress or something? You’ve been staring at me the whole time Sean.”

“N-no there’s nothing wrong with your dress,” Sean nervously says, “and there’s nothing on your face.”

“Then what?” You chuckle.

“Uhm..” before Sean could even get his sentence out you all hear a loud noise, followed by “ooh”s and “wow”s from the crowd.

You both look up and see the most beautiful colors exploding in the sky, it’s like nothing you’ve seen before. It puts a huge smile on your face.

“Sean, look it’s so pretty!” You smile brightly at him before turning your attention back to the sky.

“You’re so pretty…” Sean says, not taking his eyes off of you despite the rare sight in front of him.

“Huh..?” You turn back to him, your smile faded into a confused look.

“Y/n, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen..” Sean starts, “especially tonight.. you look so pretty in that dress, your eyes are so stunning I just get lost in them every time you look at me.”

You feel your face heat up as he says all this. “Woah Sean, that was so random… are you serious?” You ask.

“I mean it.” He says.

You’re speechless. Did Sean really just say all of that to you?

“Sean I-” he cuts you off, his lips press against yours and his hand caressing your cheek.

“I love you, y/n…” Sean says as he pulls away.

“I-I love you too Sean…” you stare deep in his eyes, still at a loss for words.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Thoughts on the Xmen lads (whichever you wanna do) dealing with a y/n who is the biggest "motherhen" when it comes to them going on missions? Think any of them would get annoyed with it or just melt a little bit? 💕

Sure!! I hope you don't mind me discarding the term motherhen for a more gender neutral insert though! So anyone can read it :)

•Saving the world was a big deal

•And you were damn happy to be a part of it

•Finding the school for the gifted in its early statges was probably the best decision you'd ever made in your entire life. Not only did the place come to help you love yourself and mutation more, but you found a family within it

•But with a found family there always comes some worries

•You had no qualms going on missions yourself. Neither did anyone else for that matter. You could handle yourself well enough

•But when it came to any other member of the team—Charles, Sean, or god forbid Hank? You would bite your nails down to nubs with worry

•To most of them (i.e Charles) it was quite sweet of you. No one had necessarily worried about them before besides each other, and even that was on occasion. The only person who really gets annoyed by it is Logan, and that because he's reiterated a thousand times to you he can take care of himself fucking fine

[jewels-writes]

how i think rdr2 characters would cuddle with you

Arthur Morgan

You and Arthur Morgan had been riding through the wilderness for days on end, the long hours on horseback leaving both of you weary and sore. As night fell and the temperatures began to drop, you both decided to make camp and rest for the night.

You nestled into your bedroll, wrapping yourself up in your blankets as tightly as you could. But despite your best efforts, the cold still seemed to seep through, leaving you shivering and unable to sleep.

Arthur noticed your discomfort and immediately took action. He gathered up the extra blankets from your packs and wrapped them around you, creating a cocoon of warmth.

"Better?" he asked, sitting down next to you.

You nodded, feeling the warmth begin to seep into your bones. "Thanks, Arthur," you murmured, snuggling closer to him.

Arthur wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As the fire flickered beside you, you felt your eyes begin to droop. You fought to stay awake, wanting to savor every moment of this quiet, peaceful moment with Arthur.

But eventually, your exhaustion won out and you drifted off to sleep.

Arthur continued to hold you, his fingers running gently through your hair as he watched over you. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at you, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm light across your face.

"Sleep tight, darlin'," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I've got you."

He settled back against his bedroll, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep himself, determined to keep you safe and warm throughout the night.

John Marston

You and John Marston have been riding hard all day, chasing down a band of bandits who had stolen some valuable supplies from the camp. The chase has taken you through rough terrain and you are both tired and aching. As the sun starts to set, you make camp for the night.

John gathers some firewood and starts a small fire while you set up the bedrolls. Once everything is ready, you both sit by the fire and enjoy a simple meal of beans and cornbread. After dinner, John pulls out a bottle of whiskey and offers you a drink.

You take a small sip, savoring the warmth as it spreads through your body. You and John talk for a while, reminiscing about old times and discussing the plans for the next few days. As the night grows darker, the temperature drops and you start shivering.

John notices and pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. You close your eyes, taking deep breaths and enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around you.

As you start to drift off, you feel John's grip tighten and his body tense up. You hear him whisper your name softly, and you open your eyes to see his worried expression.

"Hey, you alright? You're shaking." He asks, concern evident in his voice.

You nod, but the shivers continue and your eyes start to close again. John realizes that you are falling asleep and starts to panic. He knows that if you fall asleep, there is a risk that you might slip into hypothermia.

John starts rubbing your arms and legs, trying to stimulate circulation and generate heat. He even starts to hum a tune softly, hoping to keep you awake. He tries talking to you, telling stories and cracking jokes, hoping to keep you engaged.

As time passes, you feel yourself getting warmer and more comfortable. You sink deeper into John's embrace, feeling safe and secure. Eventually, you fall asleep, your head resting on his chest.

John continues to hold you close, making sure you stay warm and safe through the night. He brushes your hair softly and whispers words of comfort, wishing that he could protect you from all harm.

As the first light of dawn breaks through the darkness, John carefully shifts you onto the bedroll and covers you with a blanket. He watches you sleep for a while longer, his heart full of love and concern.

He knows that you are strong and capable, but in that moment, he feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He vows to always be there for you, to protect and care for you no matter what challenges lie ahead.

Dutch Van der Linde

You and Dutch sat on a couch in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets as a blizzard raged outside. The storm had forced you both to take shelter in a cabin deep in the mountains.

As you sat there, you felt the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Dutch's arms around you. You leaned into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. The sound of the howling wind outside only made you appreciate the safety and warmth of the cabin even more.

As the night went on, you began to feel tired, your eyes growing heavy. You let out a soft yawn and snuggled closer to Dutch, resting your head on his chest. His arms tightened around you, holding you close.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, feeling safe and content in Dutch's embrace. But before you fully succumbed to sleep, you felt Dutch shift beneath you. He gently lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed in the small room, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable.

Once he was sure you were settled, he returned to the couch, sitting quietly and watching over you as you slept. He didn't want to disturb your rest, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards you.

As the night wore on, Dutch stayed awake, keeping watch over you as the storm outside raged on. The only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the occasional howl of the wind. But with you sleeping soundly in the next room, Dutch felt at peace. He knew that as long as you were safe and comfortable, everything else could wait until morning.

Sadie Adler

You and Sadie had always been close. You both had experienced loss and pain in your lives and had bonded over that. One night, you found yourselves cuddling together by the campfire. Sadie had her arms around you, and you were resting your head on her chest.

As you relaxed into her embrace, you could feel her fingers softly running through your hair. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of her heartbeat, which was steady and calming. The warmth from the fire and Sadie's body made you feel safe and at ease.

Gradually, you began to drift off to sleep. Your breathing became slow and even, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into Sadie's embrace. She noticed your breathing change and held you closer, making sure you were comfortable.

Once she was sure you were fast asleep, Sadie carefully shifted her weight and reached for a blanket, tucking it around you both. She then rested her chin on top of your head and closed her eyes, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.

In the quiet of the night, Sadie thought about all the hardships and struggles she had faced in her life. She was grateful to have found a friend like you, someone who understood her pain and could offer comfort in times of need.

As the night wore on, Sadie stayed awake, keeping watch over you and the camp. She felt a sense of protectiveness over you, wanting to make sure nothing would harm you while you slept.

When the first light of dawn started to appear in the sky, Sadie knew it was time to wake you up. She gently shook you awake and helped you sit up, making sure you were fully alert before letting you go.

As you stood up and stretched your limbs, you felt a sense of warmth and gratitude towards Sadie. You knew that she would always have your back, no matter what challenges lay ahead. And as you looked into her eyes, you knew that your bond would only grow stronger with time.

Lenny Summers

You and Lenny have been spending a lot of time together lately, both on and off the battlefield. Tonight, after a long day of fighting, the two of you find yourselves lying together on a bedroll, cuddled up under a blanket. The warmth of his body against yours is comforting, and you feel safe in his arms.

As you start to drift off to sleep, Lenny whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You snuggle closer to him, feeling his arms wrap tighter around you. His fingers trace lazy circles on your back, soothing you into a state of relaxation.

As you start to fall asleep, you feel Lenny's lips press against your forehead. "Goodnight, my love," he whispers. "Sleep well."

You dream of nothing but peace and comfort, nestled in Lenny's arms. You're unaware of the passage of time until you start to stir, feeling Lenny's gentle movements as he shifts his weight. You slowly open your eyes to see him watching you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You're awake," he says softly, his voice low and soothing. "How are you feeling?"

You stretch lazily in his arms, feeling your muscles unwind. "Better now," you murmur, snuggling closer to him. "What time is it?"

Lenny glances over at his pocket watch. "It's early yet," he says. "We've got a few more hours before we have to get up."

You smile sleepily, feeling content in his arms. "Good," you say. "I don't want to move just yet."

Lenny chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "That's fine by me," he says, wrapping his arms around you once again. "We can just stay like this for a while longer."

Kieran Duffy

You and Kieran had been spending more time together lately, getting to know each other better and enjoying each other's company. One evening, after a long day of riding and hunting, the two of you found yourselves curled up together by the campfire, enjoying the warmth and the quiet of the night.

As you snuggled up next to him, Kieran wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. His warmth was comforting, and you couldn't help but relax in his embrace. You talked for a while, sharing stories and laughter, but eventually, the conversation trailed off, and you both fell into a comfortable silence.

As the fire crackled and popped, you began to feel drowsy, your eyelids getting heavy. Kieran noticed and pulled you even closer, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You let out a contented sigh, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

As you drifted off to sleep, Kieran continued to hold you, running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He watched you sleep, taking in every detail of your peaceful face, and feeling grateful to have you in his life.

When he was sure you were sound asleep, Kieran carefully adjusted himself so that he could lie down next to you, still holding you close. He pulled the blanket up over the two of you, snuggling in for the night.

As he drifted off to sleep, Kieran couldn't help but smile, feeling lucky to have found someone as special as you. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy, and to cherish every moment he spent with you.

Sean Macguire

You and Sean have been traveling together for a while now. The two of you have shared some great adventures, but tonight feels different. As you both sit by the campfire, Sean seems to be a little quieter than usual. He stares into the flames as if deep in thought.

After a while, he turns to you with a small smile on his face. "Come here," he says, holding out his arms.

Without a second thought, you snuggle up to him. His strong arms wrap around you, and you feel his warmth radiating against your back. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As you lay there, feeling safe and loved, you start to feel yourself drifting off to sleep. You fight against it, not wanting to ruin the moment, but your body betrays you. Your breathing evens out, and you slip into a deep sleep.

Sean notices your change in breathing and smiles softly. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before carefully shifting your weight so he can lie down on his back with you snuggled against him. He adjusts the blankets so they cover you both, keeping you warm in the cool night air.

He stays awake for a while longer, enjoying the peaceful moment with you. He listens to the sounds of nature around them, and he thinks about how much you mean to him. As he starts to drift off to sleep, he holds you closer, never wanting to let you go.

Charles Smith

You and Charles had been on the road for days, traveling through the harsh winter weather. You were both exhausted, but finally found a moment of peace in the warmth of the cabin you had rented for the night.

As you settled into Charles' arms, you could feel the tension and weariness melting away. He held you tightly, his large hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as you snuggled closer to him.

The sound of his heartbeat lulled you into a state of comfort and relaxation, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep in his embrace.

Charles didn't want to disturb your slumber, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he looked down at you. He gently stroked your hair and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

He held you close all through the night, letting you sleep peacefully in his arms. As the sun began to rise, he carefully shifted you so he could stand up, being careful not to wake you.

He carried you over to the bed, laying you down and tucking you in with the blankets. Charles sat beside you, watching you sleep with a content expression on his face.

Eventually, you began to stir, and he smiled down at you, whispering sweet nothings and asking if you had slept well.

You nodded sleepily, snuggling up to him once more as he held you close. Together, you watched the sunrise, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

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My sweet sweet boy Sean did nothing wrong, ever, we neeeeed more of him in the fanfic world, yo could you please write Sean x reader who's rich. We know this man hates the rich, but what if the gang meets someone who's really fucking rich who also helps people. They get wind of some rich person in a town not too far away, and obviously they think it's some old mean man, who exploits other, but that's far far far from the thruth. Like people in the town are actually praising the reader for the work they have done, the way the town improved, less criminals etc. And when the gang goes to meet the reader they find out that they never wanted to have this much money and the try to get rid of it in a way that helps others because it would be a waste if some criminals just stole it, but somehow whenever they find a good cause they can spend their money on and just put out as much money as possible, it ends up making them more profit, and the reader just wants a simple live and go on some adventure etc. , yk?

I know this is a strange idea I was just thinking. And Sean kinda falling for the reader because of their kind heart, i just love loverboy Sean wo much

Kiss the girl (Sean X FemReader)

A/N : I love love love this idea so much! I did my best to give this idea justice as it gave me so much inspiration so thank you. Sorry if the ending seems rushed. I am accepting constructive crisicism <3

Summary : Y/n was lucky enough to have been born into a wealthy family, but that money was tainted by her ancestors sins. To make up for it, she tries her best to give to the community. This attracted the attention of a opportunity hungry gang, pleasantly surprised when she turns out to be a pure soul willing to help.

Words : 3.8K

Warnings : Minor gore

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Saint Denis was riddled with rich trash, and not so subtle exploitation of the working class. It was no surprise when Dutch's Posse received word of a possible job there. Many, in fact. But none caught their eyes so much as Y/n's did. Her last name was deceiving when her first name was unknown. The family name. Dutch assumes it was some rich family on the edge of the city. "Done some unholy things to achieve that amount of money, i assume" He chuckled to himself, twiddling his mustache as Hosea and Sean sit in, listening to his debriefing.

Y/n was wealthy, alright. But it was never the life she wanted. That money was tainted, blood money. Dutch was right. Her family had a red stained passed surrounding their riches, and y/n hated it. When her family were away on business trips she did her utmost best to spend it. Whether it was giving to a homeless man, a charity. Or donating to help build the new church. Anything positive to benefit the community around her just to rid herself of those coins. But to her dismay, it only grew her family name. She was respected. Loved. Y/n despised the positive charm she had given her name, given her family history. She felt trapped.

John had gotten the tip from a homeless man in Saint Denis, in return for a few pennies. He had drunkenly babbled to him about a higher power perched on the coast of the city. She had a beautiful aura surrounding her, helping those who needed it. "You're makin no sense old man" Johns patience was running thin, arms crossed as he looked at the helplessness sprawled at his feet.

"That woman has gods money. Y'all ever need help, you go see her. She has the grace of our lord and the beauty of his mistresses" The old man chuckled to himself, clutching at the almost empty bottle of whiskey.

John would have scoffed, calling him crazy. But this city was the city of opportunity, and wealth. So who was he to dismiss this claim. He had seen a lot crazier over his time. He had informed his mentor of this tip, who seemed as hesitant as the rest of the group. "We already have Bronte to deal with, we don't know anything about this family" Hosea offered a word of wisdom to the pondering mustache.

"Bronte is good for nothing player for our dear friends, the government. L/n might be a better angle for money" He stroked the hair on his chin. "We need a break from that bad mouthed Italian, anyway."

"You sure about this, Dutch?" Arthur was leaning on the opening of his tent, listening in to the small crowd discuss.

There was no questioning or persuading Dutch once his mind was made. They would start with a simple conversation with the woman, scouting out the place and seeing who she is as a person. Him, John, Sean and Hosea would go. To try charm her.

Her home was large, beautifully carved pillars at the entrance of the building inviting them in like a colosseum. "Stealing the house should be an option" Sean chortled to himself, hoisting the strap of his handle over his head and taking off his hat as they began to knock on the door.

"Do we even have a way about this?" He spoke again to the man in front of him. He was given a knowing look in return, one that said 'be quiet and trust me'.

The doors swung open, revealing the typical Butler on the other side, accompanied by a herd of guards to see what the unexpected intrusion was about. Dutch's hands flew up in surrender, followed by an unruly smirk plastered under the hair on his lip.

"What do we owe this... Pleasure" The butler looked down on the delinquents in front of him, expecting trouble not to far away.

"No need for the guns boys" Dutch chuckled "We are here for miss l/n. We hear of her good nature and are in need of her help with a certain matter"

"We don't just let anyone through these doors mister..."

"Cornwall" he tipped his hat "At your service"

The mans eyes widened, both with embarrassment and fear. "Leviticus Cornwall?"

"That's the one! Apologies for the state of me, we've been on the road for quite some time. I see how my looks can be deceiving"

Not long passed before they were in a lush dining room, each at a chair of their own with a hot beverage in their grasp. Guns still surrounding the room for safety, but not pointed at them at least. A well dressed woman soon appeared, catching all their attentions. Especially Sean's. He was no stranger to attractive woman, being the promiscuous rascal that he is. But she was a whole other word. What caught his attention was her short hair, and the fact she wore trousers. That wasn't very common for women of these times. Her refusal to be conventional was enchanting him to look more into her features. That homeless man was onto something. She was really carved from the heavens above, and he had pleased the gods enough to be in her presence in this moment.

John had noticed him staring, hitting him on the back of the head. "Focus, horny bastard." He mumbled to him. Hosea was first out of his seat to kiss the lady's hand, formally introducing the group as if they weren't a herd of criminals. Y/n waved her men away, and they hesitantly left with the door shutting behind them.

"I know who you are, Van der Linde. It's hard not to when your face is plastered on every corner of every street" Her tone sounded like it should have been serious, but the smile on her face showed an ounce of... happiness? Dutch couldn't even begin to backtrack before she spoke again. "No need to worry. I'm not going to turn you in. But why don't we start with what you want from me? Hm? Money i'd assume?"

Dutch took his hat into his hands and smiled as dearly as he could muster. "I suppose money is an easy way to put it" He began "If we are being honest with each other, miss l/n, we have been working hard these past few months to escape this retched country. We don't want your money, as such, but we do want your status to help us get away from the law for a while"

Hosea threw Dutch a confused scowl, John followed his lead. They were here for money, not protection. How dare he even suggest they were hopeless.

Y/n took a seat at the end of the wooden table, her face perfectly framed the the light shining through the large window on the side of the room. She sighed, bringing her hands to her temple.

"Listen... I honestly don't care what you want. You can have it all" Her voice was hushed. "I just want a break from all of this. If you can help me with that, you can have all the riches and men you need" Her eyes pleading, as she locked with Sean's.

"You want out of this life?" He had to stop a laugh as he admired her. "I'd kill for a home like this"

"I guess we all want what we can't have" she forced a smile

"If we were to help you get out, they would think we kidnapped you." Hosea spoke up, clearly pondering. "Who's to say we won't kidnap you? How do you know we aren't just a group of killers?"

"I know who you are. I know you used to be the real life robin hoods of our century. And i also know how unfair the law is on you" she stood up. "This is what i want to happen...."

Hours had passed since their next mission was discussed. Dutch just saw it as an easy ploy to get some money. Just like a heist. They were to wait on the marshy swamps of lemoyn, just a few yards from the back entrance of her home. When the moon was in the center of the sky, she would escape from the window of her home and mount their horse.

She had given them a large sum of money before they left, and will give them another when they have her. She had told her men that Dutch had visited her to warn her. To warn her that the Lemoyne raiders were planning to abduct her. This was to set them up, make them believe Dutch was the good guy in this story.

The plan was executed perfectly, she staged a kidnapping and fled to the van der Linde's'. She mounted Sean's horse and clung to him for dear life as they rode back to Shady Bell. Sean felt like a knight saving a princess in that fleeting moment. She felt like a rebel on the run, because she was.

"What now?" John asked, hitching his horse. They all turned to y/n.

"I spend as much time as i can away from that retched place."

Weeks had passed. Her face was plastered on trees, fences, lamp posts. Her parents sending out distressing news articles about the search for their lost daughter. She would sit and chuckle to herself. Idiots. Of course the stress of being caught was weighing on her, but the new freedom she had found for her self was exhilarating.

"You alright?" The familiar Irish accent rung our from behind her.

"All good over here, how about you?"

He nodded at her, taking a seat on the floor by the embers floating from the dim fire. "Ya not bored yet? Just sitting around all day?"

She shrugged " I Suppose so"

"C'mon. You're not a prisoner here." He climbed to his feet again, eager to have an excuse to spend some time with her. A hand was offered and she hesitantly grabbed it.

"Where we goin'?" she followed him to his horse, which he assisted in helping her onto it.

"First, to get you an appropriate change of clothes. Secondly, to hunt some game. Pearsons up my arse about our lack of supplies" He followed her onto the horse, moving her hands around him. "No one else seems to be getting a speech about lack of supplies" He finished, mumbling to himself as he reached for her hands to place on his waist.

"Whats wrong with my clothes?" She sounded almost offended from behind him. Her tone squeaky.

"Nothin!" He lifted the reins and began to trot out of the comfort of the walls. "Just could do with being more... what's the word. Cowboy...ish?"

"Cowboyish? Is that even a word?"

"It sure is now lass, hold on tighter will ya?" He smacked the reins down faster, causing his stallion to leap into a run.

They made their way towards Rhodes, but stopped just before entering the town. "What's your size, y/n?"

She smacked the back of him "What?"

"Hey hey! Just so i can get you some clothes. It's not safe for you to go into a town right now"

She rubbed the spot she had just hit with remorse. "Oh, my bad. I'm not sure, I never have to worry about those things"

He hopped off the horse and hitched it to a fence behind a building. "It's alright, I can guess. Don't move from this spot"

She waited on the horse for what felt like hours, but was in reality about 15 minutes. "You're such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" She cooed to the horse below her, running her fingers through his mane while her body was sprawled across its frame. Glances shared from passers by, wondering which hospital she had escaped from.

"Why, thank you." Sean chortled, throwing the change of clothes at her and pulling himself back onto the horse. She rolled her eyes, looking at the set of clothes he had chosen for her.

"And where do i get changed"

"Don't worry, lass. There's an abandoned cabin a few yards thata way" He pointed behind them, grabbing the reins of the horse and setting on their way. "We can hunt round here too"

He had picked out a simple white shirt for her, a pair of blue jeans and a classic brown cowboy hat. "Not much of a taste for fashion, i see" She walked out of the room, trying to adjust her hair under the hat.

"You look good lass! A true ruffian now. here" He moved the hat further back onto her head, and pulled out a few strands of her hair that was caught. She smiled as she mapped out his face, eyed focused on his task.

"What do i do with my old clothes?" "Leave them here. It'll make your trail warmer if anyone finds them, especially since this is usually a Lemoyne raider hideout"

He had hitched his horse on a tree nearby, returning to grab a worn down bow, then leaving the animal to peace again as he led her through the small area of trees.

"Mind ya step, y/n. These parts turn into swamp real quick. Don't wanna feed a gator you're foot." He fiddled with the string on the bow as his eyes darted over to a small pond hidden in a mist of trees. "Over there!"

Y/ns eyes followed his finger, pointing towards a small white rabbit. "Oh!" she knelt down "How adorable is that!".

She had only just finished cooing when an arrow was fired next to her head, hitting the creature in the heart and connecting it into the now stirred up mud. Her hands flew to her mouth in horror as this small life had been taken by the deranged ginger man.

"What a shot" He laughed to himself, already pulling the arrow and picking it up by the foot like he was manhandling an O'Driscoll.

"Whats a'matter with you? Never hunted before?"

"No!" She yelled with a question in her tone. "I don't think I ever could"

Sean brought over the rabbit and shoved it into her hands "Well, in me defense, I warned ya! What happened to the gerl that wanted an adventure, eh?"

She looked at her hands in disgust.

"C'mon, once you go home you'll never get to do this again. Give it a try."

She held the animal an arms length away from her and sighed. "Okay, but I'm not skinning anything" the rabbit in her hand was traded for a bow, turning away from the man when she heard the stretch of fur being torn away from the meat.

"Right" he threw the fur to the floor and mindlessly put the carcass in his satchel, feet popping out the top. "You see them trails over there?"

She nodded

"That's a deer, so you wanna be as quiet as you can and follow them. I recon she's close"

They did just that, creeping through the trees till the deers head was visible behind a large fallen tree, blanketed by overgrown grass. The sun peeking through the canopy, and highlighting the animal that would soon see its fate.

Y/n held the bow up, arrow in between her two fingers and shakily drew it back. Sean so close she could feel his breath on her ear lobe. "Now, before you let it go, breath with me" He took a deep inhale, and let it out. Repeating it until she had stopped shaking. "Slow yer heart down, makes the shot more accurate" He put a hand on her elbow "And you wanna hold it like this". Readjusting her position for her, he hummed in satisfaction. "Atta girl, now, let it go"

She inhaled one last time, letting the arrow go along with her breath.

"Well, I'll be damned!" He chuckled, running over to the carcass. "You were born a cowgirl, lass!"

Y/n didn't know whether she should be proud or ashamed, but in her head she rationalized it by telling herself it would feed people.

"Thank you, sean" She appeared behind him, trying not to watch as he cut through the skin of the deer.

"For what?"

"For teaching me something valuable. A life skill" She fiddled with the excess material of her large shirt.

"Well, of course. Thanks for the company" He stood up straight, watching her lips stretch into a smile. Admiring the lines on her face that showed she was happy. He felt their bodies somehow gravitating closer, unsure who was moving towards who.

"I appreciate being out of that house. And even more so having met you" her eyes struggled to stay at his, shifting down to her hands and back up accationally.

"me too" Was all he had the courage to mutter. Her breath felt on his cheek, and her lips so close he could almost taste them. Their time was limited, he should just grab her face and show her how much he wanted her. But she was far more valuable than just one night together.

"We should.. get this back. Pearson will moan if the meat is spoiled" It hurt him, but he couldn't. Pulling the body of the animal over his shoulder really killed the mood for her, she backed away and let out a disappointed sound.

Midday had made its decent into afternoon as the sun bowed its head in the sky. Heat still blazing in the swampy air. Most of the people at camp had begun to wind down for the day, coming to an end with their chores. Sean had helped y/n off the horse and went straight to the food wagon to make his deposit.

"You hear the price for the girl? Her family must be generous or worried sick" Pearson chuckled, taking a swig from a small flask before tucking it neatly into his apron and continuing to cut up a small selection of veg.

"Maybe we should give her back, that money could send us to Tahiti" He mimicked Dutchs tone, forcing his voice to crack. Lenny scoffed in return and Sean remained silent, leaning against the Wagon.

"Surely we can't do that" Lenny spoke, poking his finger into the bowl of stew to sneak a taste, resulting in Pearson swatting at him.

"Heard Dutch talking about the possibility of it earlier"

"What?" Sean sprung up. "Why? She already gave us money"

"Where there is an opportunity for more greens, you know Micha is already whispering sweet nothings into Dutchs ear"

"No!" A cry was heard from the walls of shady bell, alerting everyone. Arthur was the first to respond to the alarm, then sean, Lenny following close behind.

"Come on, princess, don't you miss having a shower?" Micha teased, chasing her around the master bedroom on the second floor. Both standing on either side of the double bed, Micha ducking his head as pieces of wood torn from the floor are thrown his way.

"Touch me again and i'll splinter your face" y/n shouted, holding the wood up. His laugh was dark, almost a growl.

"A feisty one! see, you're not fit for this lifestyle. Lets get you home!"

Before the men had a chance to jump into action, a chorus of horses sounded their way into their secluded home. Was it a raid? There was so many feet hitting the ground. The group made their way to the balcony, Sean stepping between Micha and Y/n. A hand instinctively snaking round her waist.

"Where is she? You have her?" a man frustratedly swung off his horse, storming towards the dark haired man with a marvelous mustache.

"Of course we do! Why would we claim something that isn't true, good sir?" Dutch gestured his hands like he did.

"What is this?" Arthur snarled at Micha, who began to back away. Making his way down to the scene with Arthur following, throwing insults at the rat. Hosea could be seen whispering to Dutch down below, a stern look on his face. An eye caught with y/n, and a look of sympathy was shared before he began to pass this argument onto Micha.

"Don't worry lass, I won't let them take you" Sean held her tighter, pulling her away from visibility.

"Sean" she mumbled

"We don't need your money, we don't. Just don't go, please" He sounded like a teenager begging his girlfriend not to go home on a school night. But he meant it, if she didn't believe his words she could see his pleading eyes.

"Sean, I need to go. This didn't last long but my fathers men... they will kill you. All of you"

"But we-"

"No, you're outnumbered this time" She interrupted him looking up and reaching for the bridge of her nose to stop a river of tears. "I appreciate this little adventure, more so with you Mister Macguire" She forced a smile, letting herself lean towards the sad man.

"Me too, miss l/n" Was all he could mumble, letting their bodies come closer.

"Y/n! Where is she!" the mans frustration was turning into rage, clutching at the hefty shotgun in his hands. A handful of his men following in suit.

Their moment was ruined again, and she fled from his embrace. Not a second to look behind at Sean running after her, still pleading for her to stay.

"There's our girl!" Dutch chuckles, an arm around her shoulder as he guides her towards the army on their doorstep. Arthur had grabbed Sean like a doll as he ran passed, keeping him from getting himself killed.

"We are outnumbered Sean" He said out the corner of his mouth "You gotta let this one go"

He watched at the money was exchanged and the possible love of his life was shoved on the horse with such force. Hostile glances shared from the suited up men, knowing she was in for hell when she would return. She refused to look at him, ashamed that she didn't choose to run with him. She should have. She should have kissed him, at least.

His body writhed under the bears grip. "get offa me Morgan!" He hollered, trying to wriggle free.

"We will get her back Sean, we aren't animals." Hosea offered some comfort, watching the horses disappear around the corner.

The Irishman felt a hold form in his heart as she faded from his vision. "I didn't even kiss her"

[mushrubes]

My time

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Sean macguire by @/addynot}

Pairing : Sean Macguire x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 606

Warnings : friends to lovers, mutual pinning, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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“Jesus!” Sean let out a loud groan of pain, clenching his teeth as you brushed through his knotted ginger hair. “Can’t ya be any more gentle with that?” He whined, his face scrunched and contorted with pain. You simply rolled your eyes. Sean could be quite the crybaby. You both knew he needed this, though. God forbid he ever took care of his hair. "Stop being so dramatic, Sean!" You groaned, carrying on brushing it through his hair, being extra careful to get the knots out. “I’m just sayin’!” He protested weakly. “That hurts, Ruby!” He winced, but the look in his eyes held something different; something tender. He seemed to enjoy the fact that you were brushing his hair. It seemed…intimate somehow. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..I'm trying to help." You sighed, doing it slower.

“Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He chuckled weakly. “Jus’ be a little gentler, aye?” Sean glanced at you. “I have a sensitive scalp.” Sean smiled sweetly, his hair looking much softer and clean now. "Surely it feels better, no?" You asked genuinely, running my fingers through the soft strands. “Yeah.” He smiled, running his hand through his clean hair. “Feels nice, actually. Thank ya.”Sean’s eyes lingered on you as he smiled warmly. He moved in closer, until he was only inches away. “It feels nice having someone that close… brushing my hair.” His tone made it clear that he wasn’t talking about his hair. "All you have to do is ask." You reminded, smiling gently at him, finishing getting the last tangle out.

“I know.” He leaned in even closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just wanted to take the chance to be near ya.” Sean suddenly grabbed your face, kissing your lips passionately. He held the kiss for a moment, pulling away slowly. When he did, he looked down at you with a sheepish grin. "You're a fool." you teased playfully, giggling as you wrapped my arms around his neck. “Only for you.” He mumbled, resting his head on yours. He looked down at you lovingly, his eyes staring deeply into your own. Sean slowly reached to rub your back, running a soft thumb over your skin. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "damn right Macguire." you smiled, poking his chest softly. Sean snickered, poking you back. He moved into your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, kissing it lightly. “You wanna go see a show later?” His tone was soft and almost playful. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck again, rubbing his stubble up against your skin.

"The one in Valentine? or Saint Denis?" you grinned, pressing kisses to his jaw. “The one in Saint Denis. I don’t think the gang would appreciate me and you seeing a show in Valentine's.” Sean kissed the spot where his hands rested, his face nuzzled into your neck. He looked up, flashing you a devilish smile with his signature crooked, red grin. “Wanna go to a bar too?” His tone had that same playful nature from before, but this time there was an undertone of something else. Something… smoky and seductive. "Is it gonna end up with us going to a hotel?" you smirked, hands running up and down his chest. “Maybe.” Sean smirked right back, his hands lightly cupping your waist. He looked into your eyes, his voice still playful and almost mischievous. “But I promise, I’ll make it worth your time if it does.” he reassured, face tinted almost as if he was blushing.

"You're always worth my time."

[gimme-your-bones]

You're not alone

there's bugs in your eyebrows

[red-dead-do-over246]

Hi🤗Can I request the Prompt#154 with Sean x neutral reader "really, the bump turns you on?"

Looking forward, thank you~💖🔥

Hope I do well! Usually, I use this prompt for female readers and pregnancy stories, so I’ll see how creative I can get with a neutral reader. Because of this, sorry if it’s short❤️

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A Tumble Down Irish Lane

A snippet between you and Sean after you fall off Ennis.

#154 “Really, the bump turns you on?”

“Your horse is the devil.” You grumbled while rubbing your lower backside where there would no doubt be a massive bruise. Meanwhile Sean, who was petting the mane of the buckskin who threw you, scoffed.

“He may be a little shite, but he’s my little shite.” The Irish man said lovingly to the horse. Ennis snorted, and you gave him a little glare. Sean could only chuckle at your adorable little pout.

Here’s what happened.

Your horse suddenly collapsed while out on the trail with Sean. Now without a horse, your lovely ginger man offered you Ennis. He was keen to see you ride on him for a bit on your own before hopping up with you, so you were going to spend a couple minutes doing that.

However, you were unaware that Ennis had the same attachment to Sean as The Count did to Dutch.

You were bucked pretty fast, leading to where you are now.

“Why did you warn me about this?” You asked Sean, keeping what you deemed to be a safe distance away from the horse. The Irishman gave his horse a couple pats before turning to face you, leaning casually against the buckskin’s withers. 

“How was I ta know how he would react?” Sean tried to defend himself. You folded your arms at this, wincing slightly when a pain shot up through your elbow.

“Ennis is your horse. You should know his behavior.” You scolded him, causing Sean to nonchalantly wave his hands at you. He may love you, but he will always defend his horse. Even from you.

“Ah well, we’ll agree ta disagree.” Sean said with a shrug before moving to adjust the saddle on Ennis. As he did this, you turned around and continued to rub your lower backside. You could already feel a bump forming on tour tail bone. Sean’s eyes soon slid back over to see where you were placing your hands.

You heard a whistle in your direction.

“Eh Y/N...watch where you’re puttin’ your hands...got a right ol’ lump...there...” There was no mistaking the lustful tone in Sean’s voice as his eyes trailed down to your rear. You were so flabbergasted at his flirtatious voice that you spluttered out a random response.

“Really, the bump turns you on?” You said to him in absolute shock, causing the Irish man to laugh.

“Not necessarily dear...it just draws the eye’s attention is all.” Sean said to you as he sauntered over to place a hand on your lower back. However, despite his obvious intentions to move along the bases, his hand brushed against your bruise.

You hissed in pain while pushing him away.

“Sean Macguire! Where is your decency?” You said to him, making him chuckle a bit despite his disappointment to being pushed away. He walked back towards you but put his arm around your shoulders this time.

“Sorry dear...I guess it was left back in Donegal.” He said with a grin, and you looked away so he couldn’t see your smile. But Sean guessed your approval of his words because you didn’t push him away.

“Come on Y/N, let’s head back ta camp, eh?” He said while moving to give your cheek a gentle kiss. You blushed faintly as he moved back to his horse, which caused you to hesitate slightly.

However, Sean mounted Ennis first, and then offered his hand to you with a gentle smile that was so unnatural of him.

“Don’t worry. This time, I’ll be here the whole way.”

[sweetandabitspycho]

Sean Renard X F!Reader

Warning; fighting, bad writing, light cursing.

I made them ex lovers, it worked better with what I had in mind i hope you don’t mind. I hope you like it. Let me know if you want a part two. Feedback is always appreciated even if you hate it, I can rewrite it. ☺️

Part 2

I stood behind Hank as he explained what happened to the captain only talking when asked a question about the case. It was a Hexenbiests who killed her ex lover after she broke up with her. Hank explained everything but that part. I’m sure he would once they where alone.

I know about the Wesen. I knew about my former lover. The half Zauberbiest prince, who I once called mine. Well before I ghosted him. I wondered if it was all just apart of his “evil plan” as Roe put it.

I felt his green eyes staring a hole through me. I stared blankly at him. I remembered the time where I would blush when he would do that. When he would stare at me with “love” in his eyes. Hank said something to grab his attention again.

I stopped listening a bit ago. I can’t stand to hear the voice I once loved to hear. But now it only angered me.

Once Hank was do we where about to leave when he asked me to say behind. “Is everything alright?” Sean asked looking concerned. I wonder if it was genuine or not. “Of course, sir.” I said coldly. He looked a little hurt with my answer. “You seem,” he started before I interrupted. “Seem what?” I demanded, venom laced with my words, taking him by surprise. “You seem mad at me.” He looked even more confused.

“Why should I be?” I said my anger I couldn’t control. I don’t know if it’s because I am hurt by the fact I could just be a pawn, pissed he tried to hurt everyone, or both. All i know is I have never wanted to hit someone more then now.

“No. And I’m not sure why you would be.” He said getting more annoyed with this conversation. At me. I can’t blame him. This is what I want him to feel. How I feel. I am scared of what he can do, but I’m this moment I don’t care.

Apart of me wants to believe that he does love me, but a big part thinks that he just used me. “Anything else?” I said putting my hands on my hips. His eyes darken in anger. “No. Close the door.” He said, voice laced with so much anger it scared me a little but I didn’t let him know that.

Once I was back at my desk Hank walked to me making sure I was okay. I put on a happy smile before I said my good byes and good nights to everyone and heading home.

I just got dressed from my shower went a knock came from my door. Went I opened it I was shocked. “Captain?” I asked looking at him. He was dressed in a white button up and black jacket instead of his normal fancy suit.

I stood in the door way blocking him from coming in. “What’s wrong damn it?” He started moving closer to me. “You have been giving me the cold shoulder for weeks what’s wrong? Why are you calling me “captain” instead of my names?” He asked angrily I have never seen him so mad before.

“First, nothing is wrong. Second, you are my captain NOTHING else.” I said matching his anger. “Let me in and explain. We where great. Amazing. Now you are giving me the silent treatment for a reason I don’t know.” He said and I did. I shouldn’t have but I did. I let him in.

He closed the door and took a moment to breath before he started talking again. “What happened? What did I do?” He moved closer to me. So close I could kiss or slap him. “You decided it would be a good idea to all most kill my friends. You decided you would use me. YOU decided YOU wouldn’t tell me “hey might sound crazy but I’m half Zauberbiest, OH and a PRINCE!” I screamed. I let it all out. He was shocked and backed up a little but i stepped forward for each step he took backwards.

“You know?” Asked he asked in a small whisper. “NO THANKS TO YOU!” I scream again. “You are made at me for being “cold” but guess what?” I screamed again. “ WHY CARE? Why the fuck do you care, you selfish ass.” I said taken a breath before saying something that I knew I might regret if he didn’t. “did you even love me? It was that a lie?”

He tried to touch me but I backed up. “Of course I do.” He said hurt. “How do I know you aren’t lying. You are pretty damn good at lying.” I said with as much venom I could. “Damn will you just listen.” He said before he did something I never thought he would do. He woges.

I jump back. Trying not to cry and trying my best not to show how scared I really was. I realized how big I just fucked up. He could kill me. Would he even care. He changed back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He keep repeating, “I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you.” He said as if on a loop. He tried to step closer but I backed away I looked down the hall, if I needed to I could run to my room and get my gun.

“Get out please.” I said focusing my voice not to crack. He nodded. But before he left he turned back. “Okay.” Was all he said before leaving.

TIME SKIP

It has been four weeks since Sean and I fought. I have been completely avoiding him. I let Hank or Nick talk to him about the case. I haven’t told them about us, so it has been tricky to avoid him so much. Which he has tried more then once to talk to me.

He has been sweet to me when I wasn’t lucky enough to avoid him. He has sent flowers to my home with notes that I haven’t read. But keep them.

I was laying in the couch when I heard I knock on the door. I opened it only to see Sean with a box of pizza. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said, for a moment. “Can I come in and talk to you. If you want me to leave for good I will. We can still work together but I won’t bug you.” He said with a small smile. I thought about it.

It would be nice to know, plus he will respect my decision. “Okay, only if you are completely honest with me.” I said opening the door all the way. “About everything no lying.” He nodded his head. I sat on the couch as he stood in front of me. The pizza on the coffee table.

After about an hour he explained that his mom and dad had an affair and how him and his mom were hunted by the royals. I wanted to hug him. “I am so sorry I scared you. I never wanted todo that. I know I have done horrible things but I want to be a better man for you.” He said kneeling in front of me.

I rubbed his cheeks and looked into the damn green eyes that I fell for. He smiled softly. “How about we start over? You take me on a date and we start over in a honest relationship?” I asked before he kissed me. “Yes, please. I love you please never forget that.” He said kissed my head. “I’m so sorry I scared you, I’ll never do that again.” He said before adding, “how about we eat pizza and watch that show you are always talking about?”

[yourimagines]

can u pls write some smut for conor or for sean bringing you to a weigh in and like after the weigh in, the fighter conor/sean is fighting is trying to flirt with you and they get jealous.

like maybe a reader who works as their pr agent or something

“they cant touch you like this” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Just a thought 😊

I like this thought. I’ll go with Sean Strickland, I will write in the future about Connor.

Mine

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif and photos are not mine

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Anger, a bit of angst and some Fulff

Y/N POV

I was waiting for Sean to come down to the lobby and go to the weigh in. I nervously wiped my hands down on my jeans, feeling getting nervous. First time for me doing all of this, being a media content creator for a fighter and so is this… “hey y/n.” Sean walks up with the rest of our crew. “Hi Sean, you’re ready?” “I’m always ready.” I smiled and grabbed my bag from the table. “Let’s go then.” We all went to the van and got in. I got seated next to Sean and I took a video of us, being cramped in the van. “Next time a bigger van.” One of the Pr guys said to my camera, I giggled and filmed Sean, he gave the camera a middle finger. “Hey be nice.” I stopped filming and put my phone away. Sean just chuckled and look’s away from me.

I was filming some behind the scenes as Sean was getting ready for the weigh in. “So how are you feeling champ.” Sean chuckled and flexed in front of the camera. “Feeling good, I’m looking good, can’t wait to fight that fucker.” I nodded and stopped recording with my camera. “You do look good.” I said with a shy smile, Sean of course loved it and winked at me. “Sean buddy lets go.” He trainer patted him on the shoulders and I got ready to record him again for his weigh in. “Next one is Sean Strickland.” He walks up and gets on the scale, a few media outlets where here as well. But tomorrow night is the official weigh in for the public. Sean flexed as his weight was announced. I zoomed a bit in and smiled to myself. ‘Don’t fall for him y/n, he’s your boss.’ He gets of the scale and his trainer gave him his clothes. I was waiting for him as Dricus popped up next to me, smiling at me. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve met this beautiful woman before, I’m Dricus.” He had a cocky smile on his face and reached his hand out. I didn’t know what to say, should I be polite or should I be a bitch? “Hi Dricus, I’m y/n.” I didn’t reached out and shake his hand but he didn’t care, he just smiled and moved a bit closer. “I see you’ve got a camera, if you want we can go to my room or something, play with that thing.” I felt disrespected as he implied things I would never do. I felt embarrassed and he made it even worst to wrap his arm around my shoulder. “What do you say? Me and you?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry Dricus but I’m not like that…”

Sean POV

I saw y/n talking to Dricus or more the other way around. He said something to make her feel uncomfortable, she looked down ashamed and he just wrapped his arm around her, whispering to her. My blood started to boil. ‘What the fuck is he thinking?!” I stormed up to them. “Hey!” I pushed him and security immediately pushed me and Dricus away from each other. “Motherfucker!” I yelled and he just laughed. ‘Fuck he got me.’ I looked around and saw y/n standing with my trainer, she was a bit overwhelmed. “I’m already going.” I said to the security guard, he lets go of my arms and I walked away, immediately to our van. ‘Fuck!’

Y/N POV

It was quiet on our way back to the hotel, Sean got himself in trouble…again. I was afraid I would lose my job on my first week, afraid I made him angry. I was looking at the pictures I made and felt Sean’s hand resting his hand on my knee. I looked up and he gave me a weak smile. “You want to see them?” I carefully asked, he nods and moves a bit closer to me, our faces were close to each other as I showed him the pictures I made today of him. “It’s not finished yet, I’ll make sure they are in a hour or so, so you can post them if you want.” I looked up at him, seeing his face so closed up to me, his eyes looking down at my lips for a second but he quickly looked back up. “Alright, we are back at the hotel.” His manager said while clearing his throat. Sean snapped out of his stance and got out of the van immediately, I let out a deep breath. ‘The tension is real between us now.’

I was done with editing the photos and a part of the videos. I texted him the photos and lay down on my bed. ‘I hope he likes them…’ a knock on my door was heard and I got up. ‘Who would it be.’ I slowly opens my door and saw Sean, standing in front of my hotel room. “Hi.” He didn’t say anything but walked right up to me, grabbing my face and slammed his lips on mine. I was for a second surprised but I kissed him back, holding him tight on his shoulders, afraid to fall down. He kicked the door closed and pressed my back against the wall. “Nobody can’t touch you like that darling.” He said between our kiss. His hands went down to my hips. “Jump.” He whispers, I did what he told me, I jumped and wrapped my legs around him, he pressed himself against me, feeling his bulge. He moved his lips to my neck, placing wet kisses on my skin. “I’m sorry Sean, I didn’t mean it to happen…he came up…” “I know darling, don’t apologise.” He started to suck on my skin. I softly moaned and threw my head back, giving him more room. “Sean..it’s going to leave marks.” He smiles against my skin. “That’s the point baby, they need to know you’re mine.” I pulled on his shirt, wanting it off of him. “Hold tight baby.” I hold him tight as he threw his shirt off, revealing his body. I roamed my hands over his shoulders, feeling his skin. “Like what you see darling?” I blushed and hide my face in the crook of his neck. He chuckles and squeezes my ass. I softly moaned against his neck and started to leave kisses behind.

He walked us over to my bed, laying me down. He unbuckled his belt and throws his jeans off. He moves on top of me and goes underneath my top to my breasts. “Let me see you darling.” He removed my top, revealing my black bra. He started to kiss my chest. “So fucking beautiful…” I blushed again and moved my hips slowly against his leg. He smirks and stops, a smile on his face and he caressed my face. “Are you sure?” I nodded and he unclasped my bra, revealing my breasts. He started to massage them, playing with my nipples with his thumb. “Look at you baby, so gorgeous.” His hands went down and pulled my jeans down, revealing my matching panties. He throws my jeans to the side and his hand went down to my panties, sliding his hand in. I felt his fingers moving around. “Already so wet for me…” he slipped one finger in, making me moan. He moved slowly in and out as he pressed kisses on my stomach. “Sean..” my hand went down to his head, he smiles and pulls my panties down, kissing slowly down to my clit. He pulled his finger out and his tongue moved between my folds, slowly eating me out, I threw my head back and my hand grabbed his head. I moved a bit with my hips and moaned. “Oh fuck…Sean.” His thumb rubbed my clit and my other hand moved to my breast, rubbing my nipple. I felt getting close to my orgasm and closed my eyes. “Sean…I’m close.” I moved my hips a bit more and came. I loud moan was heard and Sean licked everything clean. He looks up and smiles. “You taste so fucking good.”

I pushed him on his back, and straddled his waist. His hands went to my ass, squeezing them. “Fucking beautiful.” I smiled and kissed his chest and went slowly down. I felt him sucking in his breath as I stopped at his waistband. I looked up innocently and gently pulled his shorts down. His hard dick jumps out and I wrapped my hand around it, gently stroking it. He softly let out a moan and moves his hands behind his head, looking at me. My thumb gently rubbed his tip and traced his thick veins. I moved down and placed a kiss on his shaft, he moans again and I moved up kissing his hard throbbing dick. I gently sucked on his tip and took him whole in my mouth, sucking him off, moving my head up and down. His hips moved slowly with me and I felt his hand tangled up in my hair, slightly pulling my hair and pressing my head down. “Oh fuck, that’s it baby.” I looked up and saw him moaning and biting his lip. I stopped and his dick plopped out of my mouth, he looks not very happy with me. “Why did you…” I moved on top of him and sat down on him. He immediately smiles as I started to ride him. “Fuck babe.” His hands went to my breast as I rested my hands on his shoulders. My hips rolled down on him and we both moaned and kissed each other. “Fuck Sean.” “Fuck darling, keep riding like that and I nut in your tight pussy.” I smiled and kissed his neck. “Maybe I want that.” He groans and squeezes my hips. “You sure about that darling?” I nodded and kept kissing him. “Okay but you need to cum first.” We both moved out bodies, kissing and stimulating each other. I came to my high and moaned into his neck. He grabbed my ass and came inside of me.

I lay down on his chest, totally tired. He was caressing my back and also tired. “I hope you know you’re fucking mine now.” I giggled and kissed his abs. “I’m totally fine with that.” He chuckles and places my blanket over us. “I hope I wasn’t to rough, I was a bit jealous that the Motherfucker touched you.” I shook my head. “No you weren’t.” “Good, after the fight I take you on a real date…I’m normally not like this..” I looked up and he went with his hand through my hair. “Good, I’m normally also not like this.” I moved a bit up and kissed his lips. “I’m not letting you go…” “good because I really need that job tho.” We both laughed and cuddled up. “Let’s get some rest, you have a fight coming up.”

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[sam-winchesters-my-bf55]

Should I broaden out who I write for? I was thinking like markiplier, crankgameplays (ethan), and Jack if it's not against their boundaries!

[cosmicschmidt]

I need him (inside of me)

[myussytastelikeapple]

THEY ARE SO CUTEEE IT MAKES MY HEART MELT (Kinda wish it was me) I LOVE HIS SMILEE

(Also the hands up the jacket?!??!?!?!?!!!)

AND HE LOOKS SO HOT LONG HAIRRRR AHHHHHH

(Screaming without the s)

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I love love love your recent fic so amazing!! Just kinda got me thinking what about Sean x best friend reader, two peas in a pot, made for each other bur also kinda complete opposites. I think about "till the end of the line" from the musical the theory of relativity. When separated the two of them are complete opposites but when together they have the best time etc. And Sean meeting the reader randomly, maybe because he heard someone use the reader's last name and it's just a really unique lastname so he kinda knew it was his best friend. And obviously he bring his friend back to camp. The reader would be really smart and maybe actually a good shot but rather quiet and always stand behind Sean in any social interaction. Thinking about "excuse me he asked for no pickels"

Anyway, i hope you can understand what i mean, have a great day

Brothers in Arms (Sean x Male!Reader)

W/C: 1.4K

Summary: Sean and reader are platonic soulmates, meeting after sean gets lost. He returns the favor when Y/n is kidnapped by the pinkertons.

Note: This is very short, and I honestly didn't have a straight idea for this one since I've never written for Sean before. But i tried my best! I do apologies if its nothing that you had in mind.

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"A lively one you are, eh?" A soft chuckle echoed next to him. Guns out at the ready as they hid in an alley. Away from the law. "Shut up" Y/n bit back at the firey Irishman.

The annoying man was about to open his gob again before y/n slapped a hand over it, steadying their breathing as a police officer walked passed. A sigh of relief left y/n's lips as they went unnoticed.

"If we are going to make it out alive, you are going to need to be quiet, yeah?" Sean nodded in response, pulling y/n's hand away from his mouth.

They made their escape, running from the alley through the streets of blackwater. Making their way to the horses hitched up to a lamppost, and rode like their lives depended on it. Because it did.

"What's you're name then?" Seans voice echoed over the hooves hitting the ground.

"Y/n! I'm taking it you're name is Sean?" He shouted back

"How did you know?" Sean chuckled as he caught up to him.

"Because the Butcher you were robbing from seemed to think you were a regular in there. Did your parents never tell you not to rob the same place twice?"

Their horses began to slow to a trot as they got further away from the area, coming up to tall trees now.

"Did your parents never tell you not to interfere with someone elses robbery?" Sean's horse bumped into y/n's.

"You were doing a poor job. Someone had to help you." The two laughed, finally lightening up from the mess they left a mile behind them. "Where are we going anyhow?"

"My temporary camp at this abandoned shack i found. It's not far." The reins on Sean's horse were raised, and smacked back down. Picking up the pace again, but only lasting for a few minutes before he halted abruptly outside a small wooden home.

"Temporary?" Y/n continued the conversation, now dismounting the horse and hitching it up to a tree.

"Lost me posse. Don't ask me how, but I know they are around here somewhere." He opened the door of his home and invited the man in, sitting himself down on the only chair in the building.

"Uh huh"

"So for now, I'm stuck ere. " Sean motioned around him, pulling out his gun and inspecting it closely. A shot of spit came from his mouth, as he used it to clean his gun with his sleeve. "If you help me find them, I'll reward yous"

"What? With meat that I just helped you steal?"

"No no no, you could join us. We need the numbers"

Y/n scoffed, leaning against a table. "Yeah, we will see."

"So you'll help?"

It wasn't hard to find them. They were a pretty large group, camped out in the middle of New Austin. Y/n found it quite funny as to how much Sean struggled. Their friendship grew rather fast, just clicking. Almost the same person split into two bodies. Dutch was hesitant to let him join, only because he didn't know how he could function with another Sean. But he allowed it. And everyone ended up adoring y/n. They are only an issue when they are actively with the Irishman.

Months passed after Sean was successfully reunited with the Van Der Linde's. But a boat heist in Blackwater split everyone up again. The gang making their way to colter, leaving Sean in the custody of the pinkertons. And y/n? No one knew where they managed to crawl off to. No one even knew if they survived the raid.

Dutch's survivors eventually made their way to horse-shoe overlook. A cozy little spot along the valentine cliff side, overlooking the streams and grassland. Finally on their feet enough to win Sean back, literally. Fighting head on with the detective agency, a risky task to follow through with. But they were successful, somehow. And Sean was back, safe and sound with his friends. Except one. The irishman refused to celebrate their small victory, till y/n was found.

"We don't even know if he survived sean" Arthurs voice raised to an annoyed tone. Not ever hearing the end of it.

"And if he is, we are just gonna leave him? What if hes hurt, huh?" Sean was reloading his rifle, and gathering a group of his things. Ready for the journey ahead. "Yous risked your life for me, why am i not allowed to do the same?"

Arthur remained quiet, looking at his feet and sighing. Then moving out the way of him. "Fina..." He grumbled. "But you're not going by yourself..."

"Why not?" "Because you'll get yourself killed" Arthur hoisted himself onto his brawny horse. "Charles! Lenny! We got something we need to do" He called out, the two men responding rather fast.

Sean felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as they all mounted their horses. The two agreeing to the task at hand. Clearly bored of lazing about camp for a while.

The group of four trailed their way along the coast of West Elizabeth. When it was clear of bounty hunters, they crossed. Caution with every trot. Sean led them deep into tall trees, confusing the group.

"Blackwaters that way" Lenny pointed East, Charles giving him a look of 'i don't know'.

"If he's alive, there is one place he will be" Sean's voice was the most serious he had ever been. Coming up to a small cabin isolated by a beautiful lake, surrounded by a blanket of leaves and sheltered trees.

"Y/n!" Sean repeated, jumping from the stallion and busting into the home, shoulder first. The other men heard laughter following the loud bang. "I knew it! Yous owe me!" They heard from inside.

"We saved your life, I think that's enough boy" Arthur shook his head, finding the enthusiastic Sean holding Y/n in a tight embrace. Y/n wincing in pain as his arms suffocated him.

"C'mon Sean, you're hurting him" Arthur pulled him away, surveying the injured man. "Y'alright, y/n?"

He nodded, gripping at his leg.

The group dragged the injured y/n back to camp, returning to a very warm welcome and open arms. Patting him on the back as he hobbled over to the medical cart.

"What did they do to ya?" Sean was rushing up behind y/n, chasing for answers.

Y/n winced as he perched on a barel, Susan tending to the gaping wound on his leg. "The same thing that happened to you, looking at the gaps in your teeth" Y/n managed to sneak out a forced laugh, pointing at his mouth. Sean scoffed and folded his arms.

"Leave me teeth alone you bastard" He took a seat next to his friend, smacking his leg to cause him some pain.

"We missed ya here"

"You mean you missed me here?"

A few days had passed since the safe return of y/n, and they seemed to become a lot more talkative with the other members of the group. More friendly. They had always kept to themselves, other than with Sean. But the near death experience, and the group risking their lives for him, gave him a new respect for his new family. A new sense of confidence that his life had meaning to others as well as him.

"Hows ya gammy leg?" Sean playfully pocked the barrel of his shotgun into y/n's back, unloaded of course. Y/n swatted at him, and turned back to his view of the muddy lake in front of their camp.

"Better, I can walk just fine now"

"Good, good" Sean took in the same view before speaking again. "Cause Mary-Beth has a coach tip.."

"There it is" Y/n throws an accusing look towards him.

"Theres what?" "The thing that you want from me"

"I just think getting out would be good for you!" Sean put his arms up in defence.

"Yeahh yeah, getting out and helping your sorry arse." Y/n struggled a little to find his way to his feet.

"C'mon gammy leg. You're such a better shot than me"

"I didn't say no, did i?"