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sweets-fanfics · 4 years

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Homecoming 10

Title: Peacemakers

Wordcount: 2425

Warnings: Violence, and sweet sweet revenge.

Tags: @rollyjogerjones

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Bear licking your nose is how you awoke the next morning. You scrunched your nose up and hugged him close to you. “You okay?” You ask him half asleep. You can hear him sniffing your face making you open your eyes.

You scratch his head as you sit up and stretch. You knew what you were going to do today. Bear sat up and looked at you with his head cocked to the side. “I gotta do somethin’ tough today. I can’t bring you with me but you’ll wish me luck right?”

Bear puts his paws on your chest and licks your nose. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You pick him up and place him on the ground. “Let’s get some food.” You slip your boots on and walk out with the little brown pup flopping along behind you.

“Good morning Pearson.” You say as you grab a bread roll.

“Morning!” He looks down at Bear and cuts off a tiny lump of meat he had been cutting and tossed it towards Bear.

“Thank you, Pearson.” You smile and walk towards Suzie.

You pat her softly as you eat the bread with your free hand. Bear lets out a small bark making you look over your shoulder. Arthur is walking up to you with a strained look on his face.

“You’re already going?” He asked as he got you.

“Yeah… I want to get it down now…” You looked down for a moment half expecting him to tell you to wait.

Instead, he lifted your chin softly and placed a long kiss on your lips. “You teach that bastard a lesson.” You smile as he helps you on to your horse. “I’ll be nearby. Shoot in the air three times if ya need any help.”

“I will, can you ask Henry to watch Bear?”

“Of course… Y/N I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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As you road into Rhodes, you knew the best place to check first would be the saloon. The scent you still can’t get out of your mind is how that monster smelt like beer and whiskey.

You walked into the bar with your pistol drawn. You glanced around as you walked up to the bartender. “I’m looking for someone.” You say in a stern voice.

“You a bounty hunter?” He asked without looking up from the glass he was cleaning.

“Yeah, anyone here by the name of David Santiago?”

The man finally looked up at you. He looked at you suspiciously. “He’s one of my regulars. What’s his crime?”

“Rape.” You said in a flat voice.

“That’s quite a serious charge. Do ya have proof?”

You aim your pistol at the bartender. “I’m proof. Where the fuck is he?”

The bartender put his hands up quickly while his eyes bugged out of his head. “He... He’s upstairs. He sits at the game table all day.”

“Thank you.” You say sweetly and head up the stairs. You stomp your feet a bit so you’re able to get some muddy footprints on the carpet.

That’s when you see him. He’s sitting at the game table as the man had said. He seems invested in his game but when he sees you he grins and stands up opening his arms.

“I knew you enjoyed it.” He cheers.

For a moment you are too afraid to move. A flood of memories of him attacking you makes you wanna turn and run. But then that new anger you have been feeling rises up and you feel like a completely different person. You raise your pistol as you click back the hammer. His eyes go wide as he starts to back up.

“David Santiago. I’m here for somethin’.” You announce as you walk up to him and push him onto the balcony.

He raises his hands up and seems to start begging. Sweat is dripping down his face as you aim the gun at his head. “Please. Please, no. I’m sorry. You didn’t say no though.”

“I said no!” You snapped, starting to see red. “I said no over and over to the point that you knocked me out so you wouldn’t have to hear it.” You had the gun pressed to his chin as he leaned back over the railing.

You heard a gun click behind you. When you glanced you one of his friends aiming a gun at you. “How about you calm down you little whore. You’re just mad cause he didn’t pay ya.”

Before you had a chance to rip that guy a new one Arthur’s pistol slowly pressed against his head. “How about you don’t call her names. Let her and ya friend there have a nice chat.”

You turned your focus back to David. “Now tell me again what you were sayin’?” You ask kindly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I should have stopped.” He was crying. You glanced at him as he acted pathetically. That’s when you noticed the pee mark on his pants.

“Seems you are understandin’ how I felt that night. Maybe I should when it felt like physically.” And before he could beg again you fired your gun. Blood and brain splattered on you as his body went limp and fell over the railing landing in a heap below.

You took a handkerchief from your pocket and wiped your face off. When you turned around everyone in the saloon was staring at you. Even Arthur looked a bit shocked.

“You all got a starin’ problem?” You ask scaring everyone back to their business.

The man that had aimed a gun at you had ran down to the monster’s body. Arthur walked up and placed both hands on your shoulder.

“Ya good?” He asks as you take a deep breath trying to calm down.

“I think so…” You look up at him as he took the cloth in your hand and finished wiping your face. “I think I wanna go…”

Arthur put an arm comfortably around your waist and led you out of the saloon. He walked you to Suzie and helped you up. “I want you to head to camp, I have to do another stupid thing for your father and go to the post office, and then I’ll come back to ya.” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He smiled at you and kissed your hand. “I’m so damn proud of you.”

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When you hitched Suzie back at camp Dutch and Hosea were already walking up to you. You sighed a bit but turned towards them.

“Well?” Dutch asked. You could see him struggling to keep his anger low.

“It’s taken care of.”

Both men seem to let out a sigh of relief. Dutch pulls you close and hugs you tightly. “I’m proud of you, Y/N.” He says in your ear.

You pull back and smile at him, “Thank you Pa.” You notice it seems he is leaving. “Where are ya going’ though?” You ask him.

“Going to try to suck up to the Greys with Arthur and Bill,” He whistles and the count trots up to him. “Hosea make sure Miss Grimshaw isn’t too hard on our girl today.”

“You got nothin’ to worry about Dutch,” Hosea waves.

You and Hosea stand and wave until he’s out of sight.

“You give it to him?” Hosea asks still smiling and waving.

“I shot him in the head in front of his friends at the saloon he frequents.” You turned to look at him.

“Ah, it seems you got the anger your father has.” He pats your shoulder as the two of you walk into camp.

“Is that good or bad?” You ask as you grab a plate of stew.

“Depends on the situation.”

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You ended up trying to train Bear. He got sit down but just seemed to want to play after. Micah walked up and kicked Cain that had been sitting nearby. “Beat it ya parasite!”

“What the hell is your problem?” You ask standing up from your spot on the ground.

“We already got so many damn mouths to feed. Why do we have to add two more mutts to the mess.” He gets up in your face but you don’t stand down.

“You are absolutely right Mr. Bell. You should go first.” You say through your teeth.

“Little fireball, huh?” He puts his hands on his sides. “Though your little accident in the Bayou woulda’ taught you enough of a lesson.”

You take your knife out and start to go for him when two hands pull you back. “Say that again you dirty rat.” You threaten.

“Y/N, please calm down,” Henry asks patting your shoulder.

“Your brother is right,” Arthur says as he helps Henry push you back. You seemed to be putting up a fight by how much they were struggling. “Micah ain’t worth a bullet. They are way too expensive so you should save them for better things.”

Bear is in front of you growling at Micah. “Bear, down.” You order. Your puppy instantly turns to you with his tail wagging.

“Ah, cowpoke your here. I need to speak with you and Dutch.” Micah says as if Arthur and Henry weren’t fighting to keep you off of him.

“What could be so important?”

“Blessed are the Peacemakers.” Micah says with his hands up, “Or it goes somethin’ like that.”

You roll your eyes and go to sit in Arthur’s tent to try and calm down. Henry looks at you confused. “Why not go to your tent?” He asks.

“I’d have to pass Micah’s bed and I’m not sure I’d be able to not throw it in the lake.” You grumble and give Micah one last dirty look as he talks to Arthur, your father and, Pearson.

You notice he keeps calling Pearson ‘fat man’ which just ticks you off even more. But when you hear what they are saying you get even more annoyed.

“Peace with the O’Driscols!” Dutch says in disbelief. You stand up and go lean against the table next to Hosea who is sitting at it reading.

“They want to meet for a parle.” Pearson urges.

“They want to meet?” Hosea asks.

“It’s a trap,” Both you and Hosea say together.

“Of course it’s a trap,” Micah exclaims. “But it wouldn’t hurt to see if it’s not what do we have to lose?”

“They could shoot us?” You say earning you a side-eye from Micah.

“This is a man’s duty, princess.” He teases.

“No, if you are going to meet him I want in.”

“No,” Arthur, Dutch, Hosea, and Henry all say in unison.

“Oh come on.” You groan. “I’m a great shot.”

“Mr. Morgan should be our back up,” Micah suggests. “We leave the kids here.”

“Father I would like to go,” Henry says which earns him a smile from Dutch.

“Of course, my boy,” Dutch says patting Henry’s shoulder and heading towards the Horses.

“Henry doesn’t even know how to load a gun let alone shoot one.” You stomp your foot.

“Shut it, Y/N. Mr. Bell has been teaching me in his free time,” Henry explains as he climbs onto Lightning.

“He’s a great student. Too bad your sister ain’t.” Micah rolls his eyes.

Before you have a chance to snap Arthur pulls you to his tent while he grabs some things.

“My love,” Arthur says softly so only you hear. “Please stay, it’ll give me some damn peace of mind if I know you’re here.”

“I could really be helpful,” You sigh.

“Oh, I know you could. But Micah will do nothin’ but annoy you, and your Father and Brother will be worrying too much about you to pay attention.” He holds your face in his hands and kisses your forehead, nose, and finally a long passionate kiss on the lips. “To make it even how about you sleep in my tent with Bear and you can have my big cot all to yourself.”

Damn, Arthur knew your weakness. His cot was wider than yours. You always found it just a bit more comfortable. “I’m... worried.”

“I know,” He sits you on his cot and gives your forehead one more kiss before pulling away. “I love you.” He says as he starts to leave.

“I love you too.”

As the night drew on you began to feel tired. You collected Bear in your arms and laid back in Arthur’s cot. Before you realized it you had completely drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to the sounds of horses thundering into camp. You peaked out of Arthur’s tent but only saw three bodies shadowed in the darkness. “Pa?” You ask recognizing his silhouette.

“My dear, You should sleep…” He says. You can tell something is wrong.

“What happened?” He gets close enough so you can see his face. “Oh god, what happened? Is Henry okay?”

“Henry is fine, he already went back to his tent.”

“Then what’s wrong? Did somethin’ happen to Micah? He probably had it comin’,”

“It’s not Micah…” Dutch looked down at you with sad eyes.

“What…? How… I thought he was hidden?”

“We couldn’t find him.” He mumbled.

You turned around and started sliding your boots on. “Now hold on, Y/N. Let’s gather our thoughts and make a plan.”

“A plan?” You look at him in disbelief, “From what I gathered you didn’t seem to have a plan when I was taken.”

“We don’t know if he was taken. Maybe he just made a stop somewhere.”

“He would have said somethin’.” You could feel that new anger of your growing again. You stopped yourself and tried to take a long breath to calm down. “Pa… I… have really strong feelings for him.” You admit to him.

He seemed a bit ticked off. Perhaps he thought it was a fling that would burn out. “How do you mean?”

You looked up at your father, “I love him. And before you say it’s too soon, don’t I’ve had enough bad past experience to know when it’s different.”

Dutch threw his hands up, “But an Outlaw? I wanted more than that for you.”

“Mother loved an outlaw.”

“Your mother was an outlaw.”

“So am I now, I just shot a man in the middle of a damn town. Two towns, in fact, thanks to you.” He looked a bit hurt so you sighed, “I’m sorry, I’m worried about Arthur. I won’t do anythin’ dangerous. I’m just gonna ride around and see if I find him.” Before he could tell you no you climbed onto Suzie and rode off.

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godlyvan · 6 years

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02 | OPPORTUNISTIC

summary | friends with benefits ends because y/n can’t do this anymore, and van mccann laughs at her reason why.

warnings | swearing, a little smut, van mccann being a little shit.

a/n | i love hippo campus’ music quite a lot, so i thought i’d attempt a vanfic based on one of their lyrics from opportunistic. i hope you guys like this. enjoy.

lyric line(s) | I’d like you to savor the taste of me on your lips, I swear it's the last time you'll get it

The sounds from the speakers carried throughout the house, and throughout the hearts of its guests. Y/N walked in with a determination nobody could wither. She guided her new-found friend, Talia, through the crowd, weaving in and out of different crowds to reach the kitchen. There sat hundreds of red solo cups, some empty and some filled with an unrecognizable liquid, piled on top of the table in the kitchen. Y/N grabbed the bottle of vodka, the last bit of orange juice from the fridge, a bottle of grenadine syrup and two cups for her and Talia. “What’re you making?”

“Vodka Sunrise. It’s basically a Tequila Sunrise, but with vodka. It’s really good, I promise.” Y/N made the mixed drinks for the two of them, smiling as her friend took her first sip. “Good?”

“Very.” They spent most of their time in the kitchen, only removing themselves when there was a decent song on. They’d sway their hips to the beat, dancing with each other, not caring if anyone joined or not. Beads of sweat would accumulate at their foreheads, making the strands of their hair stick to their faces. Everyone was captivated by them, staring as their hips grinded into each others.

Talia was soon to be whisked away, leaving Y/N all alone in the kitchen, making mixed drinks for herself. That was all until he came in the room, demanding the attention to be turned towards him. He stole the room away from her, everyone’s eyes gliding up and down his body, looking over his all-black attire. “I assume you’re the designated bartender for tonight, then.”

“Can make you anything you want, darling. Just tell me what you need.”

“I’ll take anything you feel up to making.” Y/N smirked, fixing him up her specialty drink. She was truly an amazing bartender, always earning more tips than anyone else in the bar that she worked at. Janice, her boss, always made sure she’d work on Saturdays, reeling in the most money they get throughout the week.

“Here you are,” she smiled, handing him the cup. He wasn’t too sure about the drink. It looked well made, but he had never had it before. “It’s an old fashioned from where I used to live. Always made it at parties ‘cause everyone loved it.”

“It’s actually really good. Where did you learn to make this?” He asked, downing half his cup.

“Madison University in Wisconsin. Big on old fashioneds, especially the professors.. Never got your name. What is it?” She asked, her hand now resting on her hip. He smiled at her, taking a sip from his cup, licking his lips afterwards.

“Name’s Van. I was named after Morrison, y’know.”

“Oh really? Never woulda thought of that. Better not disgrace the name of Sir George Ivan, dude. I’d have to kill you.” Van raised an eyebrow at her, shrugging his shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love. Now tell me, why’re you at this party by yourself? Surely you’ve got someone who’d be interested in your company.” She went from looking around the room, to looking into his eyes in a split second, trying to decode what he meant by it all.

“I came here with a friend, but she wanted to leave with some fuckboy. Don’t mind being lonely, but I don’t entirely mind the company.” She winked at him, walking away into the living room. The sounds coming from the speakers had changed from some sappy Rihanna song, to an uptempo beat with lots of drums. One could probably headbang to this, but instead, hips were swung from side to side, alluring some of the guests in the crowd, who weren’t dancing, to find themselves someone to dance with.

“I thought you’d want me to follow, was I entirely wrong?”

“You were not wrong at all, darling. If you don’t dance with me, though, I might have to find someone else to.” He jumped at the chance, his hands resting themselves on her hips, her fingers gliding between his. Together their hips rocked and collided, his hands gripping her hips hard, her hands above her head, feeling the music. Something in their movements made them realize they needed to move this somewhere else quickly, knowing it wouldn’t be long until the other was going to need something more than what they were doing. “Bedroom?”

“Yes, please.” He lead her upstairs, walking slowly down the stairs into the basement. It was renovated to be an in home movie theater. There were couches all along the walls, with the movie screen almost as big as the wall. They took one of the far away couches, Y/N’s hands pushing Van down to sit on the couch. She climbed onto his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders as she finally found her spot to sit. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips hovering above his teasingly. Her thumb brushed over his lips, smiling to herself before biting her lip.

“You’re driving me crazy, love.”

“That’s the point, darling.” She moved his head with her hand, her lips dipping down to touch his neck lightly. Y/N dragged her tongue down his neck and back up again, pressing a light kiss behind his ear. A low groan came from his mouth as he laid his head back on the back of the couch. She smirked to herself before she began to leave a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips, making him moan from anticipation. His hands found themselves back at her hips again, some of his fingers tucking under her belt loops. He guided her hips to grind against his, eliciting a moan from the both of them.

The kiss started off soft, small pecks and gentle, little bites on bottom lips, but soon transformed into a hard, passionate one. Hands gripped whatever they could, whether it’d be hair, clothing, hips or shoulders. Tongues rolled against each other, making their moans become louder somehow. They only broke apart for air and to tear at each other’s clothes. Soon, the two would be completely naked, aside from Van’s pants, which was a pain to remove.

The pair moaned and whimpered until they rode out their highs, hot, white light blinding the both of them. Hip movement from Y/N became erratic, as well as their breathing. As soon as they came down from their high, they put back on their clothing. “Maybe we could do this again sometime, I had a great time.”

“Me too, hand me your phone.” And he did as he was told. He watched as she punched in her phone number, making her contact name ‘fwb’.

“Why’d you put down FWB?”

“That way you don’t get attached to me. Can’t fall in love if you don’t know my name,” she kissed his cheek, a smile quickly falling on her face. “Call me when you need someone to take away your loneliness, Van. See you ‘round.”

And he did call whenever he was lonely and in town. They’d meet up wherever they could, finding their way back to a hotel or some weird, cheap motel closest to them. He’d ask her questions if they’d be cuddling afterwards, which was very rare for them. “Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”

“Dunno. Maybe if we stop whatever this is between us.”

“Why would we have to stop? Why can’t I know your name now?” He asked, playing with the ends of her hair. She moved away from him, pulling on her underwear and pants before answering him.

“Like I said before, keeps you from falling for me.”

“Can you at least stay the night tonight?” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes. She didn’t realize she’d fallen right into his trap, unfastening her pants before climbing back into bed with him.

“Only this one time, McCann. No cuddling, though.” Van nodded, a smile stuck on his face the size of the moon. Of course, when she would soon drift off to sleep, he’d wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. What he didn’t know was that she was awake the whole time, deep down knowing how fucked she was.

She ended up staying the night on many other occasions. They’d either drink or smoke and then fuck their loneliness away before falling asleep under the white sheets of his hotel bed. He’d always ask why they’d never fucked in her bed, but she’d always dodge this question until it was too late. Until she was already in so deep she would have to dig herself a way out.

“Can we go back to yours? I wanna see what you’ve got hidden away in your room.”

“No, we can’t. We’ve gotta stop doing this, Van.”

“Doing what?” He asked, “Fucking? Why the hell do you wanna stop?”

“I can’t do this anymore.” She didn’t want to tell him that she’d fallen for him. He looked into her eyes, trying to read her motive before she had said anything. “I need to stop this so I can move on. Can’t have some twat following me from place to place all the damn time.”

“Don’t act like I’m the one who’s annoying. You’ve called me more times this month than I ever have. You’re the only one who wants this to end. I’m perfectly fine with fucking you. That’s what this is - just two people fucking. Unless… you’ve got some feelings for me.”

“I don’t,” but he sensed the shakiness in her voice, knowing she was lying right away. “I don’t have feelings for you, and I never will.”

“Tell that to the tears in your eyes, love. You like me, and you know it.”

“I don’t fucking like you!” She yelled, running her fingers through her hair, Van’s smile getting wider by the second.

“You do, and it’s fucking hilarious. You were the one who told me not to fall in love, and here you are, crushing on me like a schoolgirl.” He laughed, his hands falling from behind his head to clutch his stomach.

“You’re a fucking dick, McCann,” she chuckled out, pushing him down onto the bed. She slipped on her shoes, pulling her jacket over her shoulders. “This is the last time you’ll see me for a good while. I hope you remember what I taste like, if not. You know how to reach me.”

And that was it, she disappeared from Van’s life without ever telling him her name. They’d text each other updates, Van telling Y/N all about the cities his in. He’d always ask to call, but she’d deny him the pleasure of hearing her voice again. But he’d be surprised when in the next couple of nights, she’d call him.

“Hello?”

“You’re in London, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“I need a favor.” And that was that, Van McCann would drive forty minutes to pick her up from the airport. They’d stay silent in the car ride back to his hotel room. Her flight had been cancelled, leaving her with nowhere to go. She didn’t want to bother him, but she’d kept up with Catfish and the Bottlemen’s whereabouts and had found he was right where she was. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Only way you’re getting out of this car, love, is if you tell me your name.”

“I’ll give you the first initial, that’s my offer.” He pondered it for a minute, wondering if it was worth it. The idea of car sex had never looked good until now.

“Fine, but only cause I’m tired, and I could really use some sleep.”

“It’s Y/F/I.” He proceeded to ask her over and over if her name was this, that, and more. She’d deny every name, even though he’d say it over and over. But he kept on guessing, having Y/N follow him to his room. She’d put her stuff down on the couch that lay off to the side. He shook his head, making her put her stuff on the bottom of the closet floor. She chuckled to herself, before casually moving her bag. “You’re fucking annoying, you know that?”

“And you are stuck in a hotel room with me until you can schedule a new flight. What do you wanna do to kill time?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He prayed she’d want to have sex again, his body aching for hers.

“I guess we could have fun like old times, but I’d have to tell you my name first, wouldn’t I?” She asked, biting her lip afterwards. He nodded, grabbing the tips of her fingers with his. She walked slowly towards him, regaining that spot on his lap that completely belonged to her. “It’s Y/N.”

“Good, now we can fall in love and have a shit ton of babies. In fact, babymaking starts now!”

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