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yeehawgust day 12: Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly Fond of Each Other
i couldn't not do this day and miss out on drawing the Most Married Cowboys Goodnight & Billy :')
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Where I go, Billy goes.
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*please note, I’m posting this one last in hopes it’ll be seen first. I also did polls for the original 1960s movies as well as Seven Samurai. If you haven’t seen them and don’t want spoilers, ignore them
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sconfittoleone · 11 months
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THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN Lee Byung-hun as Billy Rocks Costume design by Sharen Davis
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villa-kulla · 1 year
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REUNION ALERT
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Please tell me about M7: Mr Sunshine? And, if I can have two, Respectability?
"Mr. Sunshine" was an AU based on, predictably, the Mr. Sunshine miniseries from Netflix, starring Lee Byung-Hun. The premise was that a chance meeting between Eugene, Goody, and Billy after Eugene got to the US made Billy suspect that Eugene is the son of his half-sister, who'd been sent away as a slave when he was little. So Eugene spent his upbringing in the American West before joining the army and returning to Korea as opposed the east coast.
Billy Rocks loves New York. He’ll never tell Goodnight, of course; he expects his adoration for the city isn’t half as strong as Goodnight’s loathing for it. In fairness, Billy shares some of his distaste for the noise and crowds. But the permanence of the place settles him. It looks like a proper city, a place meant to endure, and a welcome contrast to their lives out West, where towns spring up in a season and die off almost as quickly.
"Respectability" is an Everybody Lives AU in the same timeline as "Impossible." It follows Billy and Goody becoming the proprietors of The Elysium after Gavin's death. 😁
“I need Billy for deputy…” Faraday notes the hard-edged glare he’s getting from both men and quickly amends, addressing himself to Billy instead. “Look, I need you, Rocks. Teddy’s willing, but intimidation is well outside his realm of talent.”
“No chance.” Billy tests the nail, then hangs the larger of the two landscapes to cover stains that were once the blood and brains of Bogue’s hired men.
“Well, there you have it, Joshua.” Goodnight goes back to the ledgers. “We’re aiming to be respectable business owners. We can’t be seen brawling with drunkards in the streets.”
“You’re getting ready to reopen the town whorehouse! How in the hell is that less respectable than being my deputy?”
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our love becomes as coals by thedeathchamber xxx
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make-me-imagine · 2 years
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Headcanons + Drabble: How the Seven Admit Their Feelings For You (2016 Movie)
I did this same headcanon prompt for the Tv Series, you can find those -here-
Characters: Goodnight Robicheaux, Billy Rocks, Vasquez, Red Harvest, Sam Chisolm, and Joshua Faraday - All x GN!Readers *No Jack Horne, because though I like his character, I do not want to write a 'x reader' with him.
Warnings: A couple kisses (in Goodies, Vasquez, and Faradays), but that's about it.
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Goodnight Robicheaux:
Goodie is very forward with his feelings as soon as he realizes them, whether these feelings are just attraction or love.
He is flirtatious and charming as soon as you meet, but the second he realizes he has genuine feelings for you, he can't keep it buried.
Afraid to scare you off, he shows his feelings subtly at first, then becomes more affectionate over time.
Instead of casually calling you 'darling', he starts calling you 'sweetheart' or 'love'.
You notice that he will suddenly always be by your side, often shoulders brushing, or a casual hand brushing yours as he walks past.
He compliments you, helps you with anything you need, he is always there. But he is very good at not being stifling, he gives you your space.
You will catch him staring at you more often, and when you do he just smiles and winks.
He will kiss your knuckles/hand when leaving, or if he sees you again after some time apart.
You are unsure if he is just being flirtatious, or if he is being genuine, so you do not really react to any of it.
It does not take Goodie long to realize this, so he decides to catch you alone one day so he can reassure you of how genuine his feelings are.
Goodie smiled to himself as he found you alone, humming to yourself as you braided a new bridle for your horse. He felt a nervous flutter in his chest, but took a deep breath and made his way towards you.
"Well now, that's coming along beautifully." He commented as he sat beside you, running his fingers along part of the bridle.
You smiled at him, "Thank you."
Goodie watched you for a moment, his eyes gently exploring your profile, as he admired how delicate your skin looked.
Looking back up, you met his eyes and smiled softly, almost shyly. "Did you need something Goodnight?"
He smiled softly at you and shook his head, "No, just wanted to spend some time with you is all."
You felt your neck heat up a bit as you nervously looked back down at the bridle. Goodie smiled to himself, seeing how his words effected you.
He leaned in a little and whispered. "I lied."
You looked up and met his eyes again, feeling a jolt in your chest as you realized how close you were now.
"About what?" You asked, your voice also in a whisper.
"I do want something."
"What's that?"
A small smirk played at the edge of his lips. "I wanted to tell you something. Or, at least, reassure you of something."
You continued to look at him, without speaking, waiting for him to continue.
Goodie looked down at your hand, and reached over to grab it. Gently, he took your hand and brought it to his face, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.
Your heart began beating rapidly, as your breath became uneven.
"I adore you." He said softly, and your breath hitched in your throat.
You let out a soft breath as you shook your head with a soft smile. "I never know if you are being genuine Goodie."
He frowned slightly but nodded his head. "I know. And that is entirely my fault. That's what I wanted to tell you, to reassure you that-" he squeezed your hand softly. "-I have never been more genuine."
Your eyes flicked to his hands holding yours, before you met his eyes. "Truly?"
He nodded as he brought your hand to his lips again "Truly."
His own heart fluttered as a smile spread across your face, "I suppose t's no secret i feel the same?"
He grinned "Not so much. But I love your transparency, it only makes me adore you even more."
You let out a soft laugh as you looked down at your feet shyly. Feeling a finger hook underneath your chin, Goodnight made you look up at him again.
He has a soft smile on his face as he leaned closer. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. His facial hair tickled your skin lightly as he did so.
Pulling away, he gently grazed his fingers across your cheek as you locked eyes, sharing in a silent revelation.
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Billy Rocks:
Billy is very reserved and might be unsure of himself at first.
He notices how his eyes always seem to search for you, how he thinks of you when you are not around, and how he seems to gravitate towards you when you are.
It was Goodie who first suggested that maybe it was because Billy was developing strong feelings for you.
Billy took this to heart and started to pay more attention to how he felt around you.
He started to notice how your presence affected him.
How your presence made his heart beat faster, how your smile sent butterflies through his stomach, how your laugh made him smile.
He felt stupid for not having noticed how much you effected him earlier.
But once he did notice, the thought of you drove him crazy, and he couldn't help but constantly think of how happy he would be if you were with him.
Billy would often think that you would not see him that way, but one day when he caught your eyes and you smiled brightly at him, he thought, maybe he was wrong.
And there was only one real way of finding out.
Billy's heart continued to beat rapidly as he began to follow you. You were heading toward the stream just outside the town. This could be the perfect moment to tell you how he felt.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to settle his anxiety. He slowed down as he watched you dip down, running your hand through the stream.
As you began to gather water into a few canteens, you heard a crunch of leaves and looked back. You saw Billy standing a few feet behind you, hat in his hands.
You smiled at him, feeling butterflies flutter through your stomach. "Hello Billy."
He smiled awkwardly as he took a few steps closer. "I'm sorry if I startled you."
You stood and smiled, shaking your head. "You didn't." Noticing how fidgety he seemed, you began to grow a bit worried.
Turning fully toward him, you frowned a bit. "Is something wrong Billy?"
He shook his head softly. "No, nothing is wrong, I just... have something to say."
You felt your heart jolt out of surprise and anxiety, as your ears began to burn. What could he need to say that would make him so nervous? You waited for him to speak, holding your canteen in front of your chest as you fiddled with the strap.
Taking a few steps closer to you, he looked around to make sure you were alone, as he rotated his hat nervously in his hands. Feeling a bit frustrated at his own sudden awkwardness, he let out a frustrated breath before he met your eyes again.
"I like you, Y/n." As he paused, he watched your face for some form of reaction. He felt his worries lessen a little as he saw your lip quirk up into a small smile.
"You like me?" You questioned softly as you remained still.
Billy took another step towards you as he nodded "I do. Very much." Taking another tentative step closer, he was only a few feet away from you now "And I thought, that maybe, if you felt the same as me-" another step closer, he was right in front of you now, his eyes drilling into yours. "That we could-"
He stopped unsure of how to continue as he stood right in front of you now. You were so close, that his hands, still holding his hat, brushed against yours as you held your canteen in front of you.
"That we could...be together?" You finished tentatively, your voice soft, shy.
He nodded softly as his eyes scanned your face "Yes." Stretching out a single finger, he gently caressed your hand.
You repressed a grin, but smile softly at him, "I do feel the same Billy."
You saw a quick moment of surprise flash across his face before a small smile stretched across it. "Good."
Your smile widened a bit as his hand gently wrapped around yours. Bringing it up to his face, he pressed a kiss to the back of it, his eyes never leaving yours.
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Vasquez:
Vasquez was a flirt, and he was attracted to many people.
But there was something about you that made him feel different.
He was the one who made people blush, or giggle. He was the one who caused butterflies in peoples stomachs.
However, when you complimented him, he blushed. When he would make you laugh, he felt proud. When you walked into the room, his heart would flutter.
You made him feel the way he always tried to make you feel.
You didn't see him as a scary outlaw, you saw him as a brave man who did what he needed to to stay alive.
You would listen to him, talk to him, help him. And he was not used to it. Not used to someone caring about him.
He adored you and it did not take much for him to realize it.
What scared him as that you did not want more with him, that you did not want him as much as he wanted you.
So Vasquez decided to wait, to watch, to see if he could find out just how you felt.
And one day, when you all showed up in a new town, it wasn't long before a local started flirting with you.
Vasquez was jealous, he was angry.
But he was glad when you seemed to shoo that man away, and he was ecstatic, when you came to him to find shelter from other's attentions.
Vasquez's eyes never left your face as you settled in the stool beside him. You let out a breath and Vasquez smiled.
A grin spread across his face. "Not enjoying your new found attention Abejita?"
You smiled to yourself as used his nickname for you, 'little bee', harmless unless threatened, cute but dangerous.
You met his eyes "Who could enjoy the garbage coming out of that mans mouth? Tell me Vasquez, do all men think that insulting someone makes them seem irresistible?"
You saw the smile on his face falter "He insulted you?"
You shrugged a little "I think he thought he was complimenting me, but all he really called me was desperate."
"Said the spider to the fly." Vasquez hissed as he looked back over his shoulder at the man. "What will you do if he bothers you again?"
"Same thing I just did." You said simply.
Looking over at you, you smiled softly "You think he's gonna come bother me if I'm with you?"
A smile slowly spread across his face as he leaned his head a little closer "So you came to me to for safety?"
You let out a soft chuckle, "Well I know how you like having your ego stroked."
He gave you a sly smile and chuckled "You coming to be with me is the highest form of compliment amor."
You felt your heart palpitate, "'Amor', that's a new one." You said softly as you stared down at the counter, trying to sound more amused than sheepish.
Vasquez felt a jolt of pride and courage as he could see how calling you 'love' effected you. His eyes grazed over your profile as he hungrily took it in. Leaning in just a little more he smiled softly as he gently ran his finger under your chin, making you look over at him, obviously perplexed.
"Now you know you you make me feel."
You let out a soft laugh "What?"
"Those butterflies in your stomach? That's how I always feel around you amor."
His voice and gaze was unusually soft, and you could tell he was not joking. Your heart began fluttering faster.
You smiled softly. "I never imagined you having butterflies."
"Only for you" He quickly replied.
"Is that so?" You said with an amused smile, wondering how truthful he was being.
Your voices were soft, almost whispers, your faces not far apart as your eyes seemed locked on each other. You saw his eyes flick to your lips, so fast you almost missed it.
"It is so, and new. I'm not used to this feeling."
"What feeling is that?"
Vasquez's lip quirked up a bit, you were forcing him to admit it, you needed to hear it to believe it.
He shook his head softly "I do not know what it's called. But I know what it will become." He paused, letting the silent tension rise a bit, he looked at your lips again, for longer this time. Locking his eyes with yours again he spoke in a whisper. "Love."
"You seem certain." You wanted him to be, just as much as you were.
Reaching out, he gently caressed your face with his fingers, "I am."
"And how do you feel about that?"
Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, quick, yet perfect. He smiled softly, and whispered "Ready."
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Red Harvest:
I think a lot of people would expect Red Harvest to not really understand his own feelings.
But I think it's the opposite.
He knows exactly what he feels, when he feels it.
He just does not act on it until he knows it is the right thing to do.
And when he realizes he has developed feelings for you, he is unsure of when the right moment would be to tell you this. Or if there was a right moment at all.
He had never been more unsure of himself, as when he realized he cared for you like that.
Red Harvest admires your bravery and strength, and adores your laugh and your kindness.
Too caught up in how he feels, he often misses the signs that you feel the same.
When Sam makes a passing comment about it one day, Red Harvest realizes that maybe now was the right moment after all.
"You should go with Y/n." Sam said casually as he and Red Harvest watched you preparing your horse to go to the nearest town to get supplies.
Red Harvest felt his heart palpitate, but he ignored it. "Why?" He asked bluntly.
Sam looked at him from the corner of his eye, before he began to turn and head back into the safe house. "Because they want you to."
Red watched Sam for a moment before he looked back over at you, watching as you began to mount your horse. Should he go with you? You would get to be alone for a while. Just the two of you.
As you turned to look back at him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. You smiled softly. "I'll be back soon."
Before you could ride off, he called out "Wait."
Looking back at him in mild surprise, you waited as he remained silent for a moment.
"Can I come with you?" He asked tentatively.
You watched him for a moment before you smiled and nodded "Of course."
Red Harvest chastised himself continuously the longer he didn't say anything. He allowed you to speak, and replied when necessary. He enjoyed listening to you talk, and he had every intention of telling you how he felt. But now, as you were on your way back to the safe house, and he had said nothing, he was angry with himself.
Looking over at you, he admired your profile as you looked out ahead of you. You could feel his gaze on you, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You often caught him watching you, and you could only wish it meant what you wanted it to.
You were caught off guard when he spoke, breaking the silence that had been surrounding you for nearly twenty minutes.
"I enjoy riding with you. We should do it more often."
You looked over at him and smiled brightly, "I agree, I like it too." Your eyes locked for a moment and you felt an almost unbearable tension in your chest. "It's much nicer than the constant bickering between Faraday and Vasquez." You added quickly, trying to break the tension you thought you alone felt.
Red Harvest continued to watch you, even as you looked away. Not even he could miss the way you seem to be effected by his comment, or the tension that rose between you in that moment.
Stopping his horse, he watched as you stopped just ahead, turning back to look at him.
"Whats wrong?" You asked, looking around quickly, wondering if he saw something.
Silently, he got down from his horse, and you watched him in confusion. His eyes stayed locked on you as he walked over to your horse, looking up at you.
Lifting his hand up, you understood he wanted you to get down as well. Your heart was hammering in your chest as confusion washed over you. What was happening? Did he see something, hear something?
Getting off your horse, you felt him gently grab your waist to steady you as you did so. As you stood, he was directly in front of you, his eyes still locked with yours, as his hand still rested on your waist.
There was a moment of still silence, as the tension from before grew. Finally, Red Harvest spoke, his voice soft. "I enjoy being with you."
Your heart fluttered in your chest as you struggled to find your voice for a moment. "I enjoy being with you too." You finally said softly.
You felt your body freeze as he slowly lifted his hand, and cupped your face. His eyes darted around your face before he met your eyes again. "I did not know what this path would lead me too. But I think, it was you."
As you smiled, he gently, ran his thumb across your lips and you saw the ghost of a smile on his face. The silence engulfing you was no longer tense, but comfortable, electric, the beginning of a new path together.
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Sam Chisholm:
Sam has a great understanding of how he feels. And he is an advocate for not keeping it too himself.
He is also very good at reading other people, and knows you feel the same.
However, chances are, you are younger than him. Or better than him in ways he can't explain. And that throws him off a bit.
You should be with someone your age, or someone more like you, someone who would not drag you into danger like he does.
So he tries to do the honorable thing, and push his feelings aside, waiting for the day when you find someone else. Someone who could be better for you.
But God, is it hard.
When every time he sets his eyes on you, his heart flutters.
The sound of your voice is music to his ears, and your laugh is his favorite sound in the world.
And God forbid, if someone else shows an interest in you. It takes everything in his power not to scare them off.
But you do it for him. You never show any interest in anyone one else.
Sam notices this, and can't help but feel relieved.
Eventually, he can no longer push those feeling aside. And starts to run out of excuses, so he gives in.
As the locals continued to dance, and you refused yet another dance with someone for the umpteenth time in the night, Sam felt his chest clench. He was glad you were not dancing with anyone else, as he knew how it would made him feel. But, he did want to see you dance.
Standing up a bit straighter, he took a breath. If he wanted to see you dance, he might as well do it himself. Though, what if you said no to him too?
As he walked over to you, he felt his lips curl as you saw him and smiled. Stopping in front of you, he smiled softly "Now why is it that you are refusing to dance tonight Y/n?"
He saw you struggle for an answer for a moment before you shrugged lightly "Can't find the right partner I suppose."
There was something in your tone that told him what he wanted to hear, as a soft smile crossed his face. Slowly, he reached out his hand "I suppose you wouldn't want to dance with me then?"
Your eyes glanced down at his hand as you smiled softly. Looking back up as him, you tilted your head a bit before a soft, almost teasing smile graced your face, making his heart flutter.
You spoke as you placed your hand on top of his "Then you would be wrong Sam Chisholm."
He grinned down at you as he began to lead you out onto the dance floor "There aren't many times I'm glad in being wrong you know."
"There aren't many times you are wrong period." You said with a soft chuckle as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders as you danced. You were glad the current song being played was slow, so you could talk.
"Is that so?" He asked teasingly. "As I recall, I was wrong about that lawyer in the last town not being in on the heists going on."
You shrugged your head lightly "True, but you were right about the ring leader when no one else was, so I think that balanced it out."
He smiled as he hummed a bit. You chuckled softly "You can't think of any other times recently can you?"
His smile widened a bit "Well these is one thing I'm afraid I might be wrong about."
"What's that?"
"You." He said softly, staring into your eyes.
"Me?"
"Mhm."
"What are you afraid you are wrong about Sam?" Something was telling you, you already knew. But you'd hate to jump to a conclusion that would break your heart.
"Us." He said softly. Seeing your eyes widen slightly, he continued. "I'm afraid I read us wrong. Afraid I'm wrong in believing you feel the same way I do."
Your heart was beating quickly as your eyes refused to leave his. "Do you have feelings for me Sam?"
He nodded softly. "I do."
A small smile crept along your face as you shook your head ever-so-slightly "Then you aren't wrong."
His heart fluttered in his chest as his smile remained wide. Pulling you a bit closer as you continued to dance, he whispered softly as e stared into yours eyes lovingly, glad he finally took a chance on you.
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Joshua Faraday:
Faraday has commitment issues.
He is a love 'em and leave 'em sort of guy.
Until he meets you.
At first he thinks it is the normal physical attraction he has for most attractive people.
But then you get to know each other, and he starts to find you attractive in more ways than one.
You make him laugh, you challenge him, you can take his shit and give it back in equal measure.
Once he realizes that he has genuine feelings for you, he is terrified. That does not happen, not to him.
So he ignores it, but, not surprisingly, he fails miserably.
But he pushes forward, telling himself he's not the type of fall in love, and be with one person forever.
He tries to hide his feelings, with other people.
But the second someone shows interest, he feels immeasurable guilt, and even feels extremely uncomfortable to receive or give affection to someone that's not you.
That finally makes him realize, you are the only one in his mind, and his heart.
Confiding in Sam, he helps him realize that this type of thing doesn't happen that often, and he'd be a fool to let it pass by.
So he swallows his pride, shoves away his fears, and decides to tell you how he feels.
Faraday stared at your hotel room door for what felt like hours before he finally knocked. Part of him hoped you weren't inside, that he could turn and run, but when he heard you call out for him to come in, he felt his heart start hammering.
You looked up to see Faraday open your door. You were a bit surprised as you expected it to be Sam.
You smiled at him "Hey Faraday."
"Hey." He greeted with an awkward smile as he stayed standing in the open doorway.
You frowned "You gonna come in, or..."
Seeing him come to his senses he quickly stepping inside and closed the door. He scratched his ear as he looked around.
"You need something or are you just bored?"
"Bored." He said and nodded, "Bar's closed for repairs."
You nodded as you watched him curiously. He adjusted the blanket at the end of your bed before wandering over to the window and looking out.
"Nice day today, not too hot."
"Okay, Faraday, what's going on?"
Spinning around he looked at you with mild alarm and a questioning gaze.
"You never just show up for small talk, and you are really bad at it. So, I'm assuming you are here for something else."
Straightening up, you watched as he started playing with his hat as he held it. "Yeah, right, that. Uhm, yeah, I did have something I wanted to say, but, uh, I can't seem to- to find the words."
Was he...nervous? You watched him closely as he stared at the floor, seemingly trying hard to think of what to say.
Glancing over at you, he nodded his head a bit "I'll come back later."
You watched with bewilderment as he marched to your door and grabbed the door handle before stopping. He let out a sigh before he turned back around, staring at you in silence.
You blinked a few times as you watched him. "Faraday?" You questioned softly.
"I'm not good at this." He blurted out.
"Not good at what?"
"I'm not good, at telling people how I feel."
You almost smiled, but pushed it down "I would be lying if I said I didn't notice that." Standing up, you took a step closer to him, his eyes on you closely. "But if it helps, if you have something you need to get off your chest, I wont tell anyone. We're friends Joshua, you can tell me anything."
His heart leapt a bit as he took a breath "That's the problem. Us being friends, I mean."
You frowned a bit, unsure if you should be offended, or hopeful of where this conversation was turning.
"I don't want to be friends, I mean, just friends. I want to be more than that, but...I've never..."
You spoke softly "You've never been in a serious relationship." You knew this about him, it was something he had previously been proud of, but now you weren't so sure.
He nodded softly, "I've never felt serious about anyone. Until I met you that is. I thought that is wasn't for me so I ignored it, but anytime I-I flirted with someone else, or someone else came onto me, i felt...wrong. Because, you are all I want."
You had noticed his change in demeanor around others recently. He didn't flirt as heavily with people he met. He didn't even seem to consider propositions he would get. You wondered what changed, hoping it maybe had something to do with you, but you were never sure, until now.
You smiled at him as you took another step closer. "I feel the same about you Joshua. I was just waiting for you to see it too."
His anxiety faded as he smiled down at you, relief settled in his chest. His eyes dated around your face as you smiled at him. Stepping closer, meeting you, he brought his hand up to your face as his eyes traced your lips.
"I'm not used not being such a coward."
You giggled softly "You're not a coward Joshua, just a little scared of something new."
Gently stroking your face his voice got softer "I am afraid, but I ain't gonna run. Not anymore."
"Good to hear it." You smiled.
Leaning down, he met your lips in a kiss. The fear and uncertainty in his chest fading as he was met with certainly and safety in your arms.
xx End xx
I struggled a bit with Sam's and Faraday's, but I hope you like them still!~
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inkformyblood · 6 months
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I always feel like that Mushu gif whenever I return to writing Mag7/ Billy x Goodnight (hi guys love u all hope you've all been fab) <3
The last time Goodnight had seen Billy Rocks had been sprawled out across the back of his daddy’s truck, the engine ticking over in a bid to get a few more wisps of heat into their sodden clothes draped over the vents. Goodnight had been stripped to his jeans, flirting with the idea of peeling them off completely as the denim clung to his thighs, but Billy had held out his hand, patting the scratchy blanket beside him with the other and Goodnight followed where he led. It had been the first time Goodnight had kissed a boy, all rough angles and the scratch of a beard against his cheeks, and it had been Billy, a culmination of every rough-shod teenage crush that Goodnight had nursed throughout the years and every new desire that drove him to his knees in the confessional box but couldn’t voice. That hadn’t mattered because Billy had kissed him with a hand on his thigh and the other pressed to his cheek, his hair flowing like silk over Goodnight’s desperate fingers. 
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heliads · 16 days
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okay, hopefully you have room for more than one request from me !! this time, could i pretty please request billy rocks with a gender-neutral reader, since you know i have to send in my obligatory magnificent seven request ? the reader is a member of the seven and their resident medic, in charge of patching up everyone else’s injuries after a fight. they’ve had a kind of flirting banter thing going on with billy for a while, but neither of them are planning on really doing anything about it anytime soon, until the reader collapses after a battle because they ignored their own injuries in favor of helping the others and billy completely freaks out. when the reader finally wakes up, the others tell them that billy hasn’t left their side the entire time they were out, and after billy soundly scolds them for ignoring their own health, they finally confess ?
again, obviously you don’t have to right this if you’d rather not, but if you do, thank you so much in advance, and i hope you’re doing well !! <3
'living, surviving' - billy rocks
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He will die tomorrow morning, but now, while the town of Rose Creek is still quiet and dark, Billy Rocks is alive. Alive and alone. No one sees him, no one knows him. He remains invisible, curtained by deep shadow. He looks around him at the wavering lights of candles in windows, and wonders, depressingly, when they’ll get blown out by gunshots. When every glass pane shatters, when every roof collapses, when each body falls and friend goes missing, Billy will remember this night, back when nothing had gone wrong yet.
The wind whistles through the slots in the door out back, bringing with it the vague lilts of laughter and conversation from a few doors down. There are people here who still harbor hopes of walking out of tomorrow morning’s fight alive, and they’ve gathered around fires or drinks to convince themselves that it’ll happen. Not Billy, though. Billy, as per usual, is alone.
He likes being alone, though. It lets him see what others don’t. Billy remembers being a child once, a long time ago in a place that was not this one. A schoolmate of his, a friend, maybe, had shown him a print of an ancient warship in the book with a proud figurehead at the front cut out to look like the head of a god. It was meant to guard the ship, apparently, and keep it from harm.
It had always struck Billy as a rather lonesome thing. One god, brought down to land in the form of a wooden carving, always staring ahead sightlessly and separated from the crew. Forever bond to solitude. Watching out for the men aboard that would never look it in the eyes.
Now, though, Billy thinks that he quite understands it. He is alone now, hidden comfortably in the shadows such that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness. Tucked away in a dark corner, he can see the various inhabitants of Rose Creek nervously passing the time before they’ll likely lose their lives. Lost in drink or card games, doing their best to do too much so their minds can’t sit and think about how little time they’ve got left, nobody has the patience or nerve to check for things hiding in the shadows. They certainly don’t look hard enough to find him.
They wouldn’t if they tried. Billy has had a lot of time to perfect the art of remaining out of sight. He shows off when he wants to, twirling a silver knife just right so the lithe blade reflects the sun like an arc of pure light, but he prefers being quiet. He’ll let Goodnight do the talking, or Billy’s knives. When he’s quiet, he can watch. When he’s quiet, he can learn the secrets about people that they aren’t aware they’re telling. He can guide his crew from the shadows. He can lead them from his place alone above the stormy water.
Usually, no one can find Billy unless he wants them to. The exception, of course, is Goodnight, because as business partners, it became somewhat of a necessity to find Billy when need be, so he’s let that slide. Tonight, though, with Goodnight gone and everyone else highly strung due to the battle looming ahead, Billy doesn’t think he’ll be found.
That makes it even more surprising when he is. Billy sees this new arrival coming, of course, but he assumes they’ll veer off towards the bar, or that they’ll go laugh with the drinkers or the dancers like everyone else sees fit on this restless night. Instead, their path stays true, and they not only find Billy at once but pull up a chair next to him. Like the only thing they want to do on what may be their last night alive is to spend time with him. Like Billy is the only person worth seeing at all.
Ordinarily, Billy Rocks has no problem holding his tongue. He’ll whisper a few biting jokes here or there, typically never above the volume of a sigh, but he’s never had a problem with keeping his peace. Tonight seems to be a night of surprises, though, because Y/N L/N, their resident medic, has hardly sat down before Billy’s asking them cautiously, “You don’t want to be with the others, then?”
Y/N glances towards him, surprised, as if they hadn’t even realized this would be an option. “Now, why would I do that when I’ve got such pleasant company here with me?”
Billy chuckles in spite of himself. “It’s not the most entertaining of company.”
“Mmm,” they hum, “but I like it better that way, I think. Tonight’s not a night for shouting. Seems wrong that way.”
Billy lets out a slow breath. He can feel his fingers curling at his sides, readying themselves for triggers or blades come the next morning. “No, it doesn’t,” he agrees.
Quiet falls. Billy waits for them to leave, but they don’t. They stay, and they smile at him, warm in the lamplight from across the room, and say, “You don’t mind me being here, do you?”
“Of course not,” Billy replies hastily. “Besides, what sort of man would I be to kick out our medic the night before a fight? I can’t risk upsetting you now, sweetheart. You might do something wild, like sew me up with pink thread.”
Y/N laughs. Billy finds himself glad for the isolation again– out there in the main room of the bar, the sound of Y/N’s laughter might have blended in with the stomping of heels, the creaking of wood, but out here, with nothing else to disguise it but his own bated breath, Billy delights in it entirely. The sound curls around him like music, and his fingers twitch again, this time not to reach for a weapon but to hold their laughter. To hold them, maybe. It’s a good thing he knows better. It’s a good thing he doesn’t want that more than anything, because if he did, he might do something foolish like try.
“I’d never mess with you,” they grin. “Promise. It would ruin my reputation.”
“Wouldn’t just ruin your reputation, it would ruin my skin,” Billy grumbles, but he’s smiling again.
Y/N knows it too. They always seem to smile all the brighter when he’s smiling too, like it’s a bet they’ve won. “I wouldn’t dare,” they promise. “Besides, I can’t go threatening one of our best shooters the night before I fight, can I? What sort of friend would I be? I need you on my side to keep me safe.”
Billy arches a brow. “I’ve seen you with a gun, darling. I’m pretty sure you can keep yourself safe all on your own.”
Y/N’s lips curl suggestively. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Something hot rushes through the back of his neck. “I leave it to you to find the fun in a gunfight,” Billy says hoarsely. Changing the subject is the safest thing to do right now. It’s safer than leaning closer, than returning Y/N’s fire with fire. Safer than touching them, which is what he wants to do right now most of all.
This is not the night for that, Billy reminds himself. They’re going to die tomorrow and he won’t cloud either of their judgment. So, even though he wants nothing more than to keep testing this theory and see where they break, he forces himself to pull back and resume a normal conversation. He encourages Y/N to get some rest before everything goes to hell tomorrow, and hopefully, they will. Y/N’ll have a lot of hard work headed their way by dawn. He doesn’t want them any more stressed than they need to be.
The sun rises, bringing trouble with it. Bogue brings a lot of men, too many by Billy’s estimate. He grits his teeth as he watches them ride in, and prepares himself for a long, bloody morning. They’ve set up a small medical center in one of the better protected buildings where Y/N can practice their craft. If Billy can only make sure none of Bogue’s thugs make it to them, he’ll die a happy man.
Y/N, however, doesn’t seem to like the idea of sitting pretty while their friends die. Ordinarily, Billy wouldn’t blame them for that, but he can’t deny that his heart starts racing whenever they sprint out into the streets to tend to the wounds of their fallen friends. Once Goodnight turns up, the other man wastes no time in teasing Billy about his obvious partiality to the brazen medic, but Billy’s only half listening, anyway. He can’t both partake in snide comments and keep Y/N alive, and he’s really only interested in one of those things.
The battle rages on, then, startlingly enough, quiets. Bodies line the streets, both the dead and the injured. Y/N has been moving non stop almost the entire time; how they haven’t passed out from exhaustion, Billy has no clue. He sees them swaying slightly on their feet as they move from patient to patient, and mentally reminds himself to make sure they’re doing alright. He just needs a little more time to clear the enemy from the town, then he’ll be free to check on them.
Once the final thug has been killed or chased off, Billy starts scanning the area for Y/N. A couple friends mention that they saw the medic recently, but none of them can point him in the right direction. He checks the medical center, but it’s only inhabited by the groaning injured, not sunny would-be doctors with a spark in their eye and a quick joke on their tongue. 
Heading outside again, Billy completes a slow loop around the building, but he can’t find them anywhere. Panic starting to grow in his chest, he pulls aside Sam when the other man walks by.
“You haven’t seen Y/N around, have you?” Billy asks hastily.
Sam gives him a slow, worried look. “Now that you mention it, I’m not sure that I have. They were keeping plenty busy while the fighting was hot, but it’s been a while since they crossed my path.”
Billy nods, not even sparing the time for a thank you before continuing on his careening search through the city. As he paces down the streets, some of his friends make to approach him, but he brushes them all off. Nothing matters except finding Y/N. Nothing matters except finding Y/N.
And then, almost by accident, he does. It isn’t how he’d expected. Somehow, some naive part of him was hoping he’d find them in the tavern, already with a drink in hand, or surrounded by some awestruck sharpshooters, dazzling them with their wit. Anything that would guarantee their safety. Anything that would keep them out of harm.
In reality, when he finds Y/N, it’s no different than finding any of the other fallen bodies. They’re slumped against the wall of a building, a roll of bandages fallen loosely from their hand. There’s a man unconscious next to them, a friend of theirs who’d evidently suffered from a gash across the arm. Billy spots Y/N’s expert handiwork in the form of a clean wrap across the injury, but the one who seems to need medical care now is Y/N themself.
Hurriedly, he crouches by them, lifting a hand to check for a pulse. “Y/N?” He asks, his voice wavering.
Y/N stirs slightly, their eyes half-lidded. “Billy? That you?”
“It’s me,” he confirms. “Sweetheart, what happened?”
They move slightly, grimacing in pain, and that’s when Billy notices the dark splash of red seeping out of their waistcoat. “Sweetheart,” he repeats unsteadily, “Don’t tell me you got shot, now. You can’t just bleed out like that without getting yourself some help.”
“I had to help him,” Y/N whispers. “That’s what mattered.”
“No, you’re what matters,” Billy hisses. “Fuck the rest. You were supposed to put your health above theirs.”
Y/N manages a slight slip of a grin, not even a half-smile, and the obvious pain it causes them makes Billy’s heart clench in his chest. “Now, what kind of medic would I be if I did that?”
“A safe one,” he sighs. “Now, come on. I’m going to pick you up and get you some help, alright? Don’t you dare close your eyes. I need you to stay with me.”
“I like staying with you,” Y/N mumbles as Billy picks them up.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he tells them. 
Y/N feels deathly still in his arms, and Billy doesn’t want to give that a single moment of his attention. All that matters is sprinting back to the medical center; calling for someone, anyone to help him; carefully setting Y/N down on a clear bit of space. He has to be moved away from the table so the doctor can treat them, so intent is Billy on staying within reach, and the second they tell him that Y/N’s going to be okay, he’s right back by their side.
Y/N will wake up soon, they tell him. Just a bit of exhaustion and blood loss. Y/N’s made of tough stuff, they’ll be alright. When they open their eyes again, Billy will be right by their side. This time, he has something he’d like to tell them, and this time, there isn’t anything holding them back from the love they were always meant to share.
requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!
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thesunwillart · 1 year
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they’re just dreams, goody...
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ynwa1892 · 2 years
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“ I  knew  you’d  come  back. ” 
Goodnight / Billy The Magnificent Seven (2016)
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orangesnail · 3 months
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Billy Rocks last words being Goody, could not be more insane, what if I was insane
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sconfittoleone · 11 months
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