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deadboyfriendd · 2 months

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Cochise V: Fin

Summary: A dinner party turns into forever.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Outlaw/Doc Holliday!Eddie Munson x Reader, wild west/Tombstone!AU, drug use, drug overdose (apparent suicide), death of minor character by hanging, period-appropriate death and violence, angst, fluff, smut

My content is 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 869

“You figure we should get married?” He’d asked, turning his head to look at you.

A gilded light streams steady through heavy canvas drapery and spills on to the floor in an abundant, golden puddle. The heat of the sun is already beginning to warm the floor in which it shines. A wide smile beams up at you, from the daguerreotype daughter of southwest Arkansas. She sits, hand and hand, still in a dance alongside Wilhelm. Tight-lipped smile wrapping itself around a wireframe structure– just the way you had left him.

Your thumb traces the indent of twine over your ring finger, where the gold of your wedding band once sat. It rolls over itself, now worn and soft over your skin. You know that, later today, a string from the same expanse would be passed over the same way by chips and cards in a game of Faro. You recount the memory of moments past;

“No. Do you?” You’d replied, truthfully.

“You don’t think about it?” He asked again, turning over onto his side.

You flipped over in synchrony, eyes meeting his, “We’ve both done this before.”

We both know how it ends.

“But not with each other.”

You wouldn’t meet his eye. Instead, you turned, willing back the tears that always came too late. Eddie had habituated the upstairs home in coexistence with the hollowness of Wilhelm’s presence.

His boots sat in the same place by the front door, though, one sat toppled over in the remnant memory of a sloppy, chaste dance from the night before, chair at the table left out turned sideways from bearing the same sloppy weight moments after.

You think back to that smile. The glimmer of it is drowned by the refraction of light off of the remnants of your wedding band– blinding. The silt of violence stirs within you at the thought of these things in their place, placating sadness and the same hollowness of a second dead husband– how the world was cruel in that nature, to rob you of this peace twice.

You thought to distrust it, though, you would still marry Wilhelm again knowing the way it ended.

There would be no white dress, no poppies in spring covering the vast expanse of the wildflower west. There would be no veil to cover a face gleaming with innocence. No, this land was too harsh for that.

Your brain settles on a place far off in the dissonance. A table that resembled your own with four chairs. Christine is charming, you’d decided. She was funny in a way that was almost mean. She was hardened– but not as much as you. You imagined yourself as friends.

Your brain etches in the details of Wilhelm’s face. Kind eyes that you would never forget, laugh lines that you filled in after the fact. You’d swore you’d never forget, though, as it seems, time had cast a vignette around him. He would clap Eddie on the shoulder, whisper things for men’s ears only to Eddie– in which Eddie would fill you in after dinner. Wilhelm would know this, as well.

You think of bidding them farewell. Of a hug and a promise of more dinner plans to come. But for now, it was goodbye. They would retreat back to their home past where the sun set. You would stay alight in its blaze.

“I’m not promising you forever.”

“Is this for better or for worse?”

“We’ve already lived through the worst. Just us. Don’t give me your covenants,” He’d bartered quietly. He hesitated to touch you, “Please, honey, just a promise.”

“A promise?” You’d asked, finally, turning back over your shoulder to look at him. “I can make a promise.”

He’d nodded, sifting through your sewing box until he settled upon it. A thin leather twine. No covenant. No superstition.

The west would be won, but not by him. Not now.

Eddie settles in that same place, though, it is after dinner. He waits beneath the softness of your sheets. They no longer smell foreign.

He watched the way your skin rippled at your lower back as your bare skin pressed against your vanity stool, and the way your skin stretched over your shoulder blades as you pulled your hair to the side, raking through it with the brush in front of you. Your lips fell into a supple pout in concentration, and your lashes kissed your cheeks as you looked down. He allowed himself to free-float into the stagnant desert air.

“Hey, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“What did Wilhelm say to you? After dinner?”

He sat back at that table. You had been correct. Wilhelm was tall, much taller than him. He was intelligent and not as gruff. In the beginning, he’d wondered why you’d chosen to love him after someone like Wilhelm. Something in the orange told him that they would return home soon. Wilhelm knew this, too.

His hand was a comfort, clasped against his shoulder, his voice a gilden song.

“Tell her I said it’s okay.” He’d whispered to Eddie, and he was filled with a sense of knowing.

His eyes met yours once more, the darkness of night prevailing casted a shadow over your features.

“It’s okay, Nellie.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #cowboy!eddie munson x you #cowboy!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie #Spotify

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 6 months

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Doc and Zero_One's canon relationship summed up in 1 drawing; entitled "fear.png"

(Even though I headcanon that Doc could overpower any of the other Tombsonas without a problem; age = power)

OG image below divider. Warning they are both nak3d. (Nothing besides the headstander's butt is shown though)

#had thia in my WIPs for like over 6 months lol #figured i should finish it #*cough* i re-drew it because i didnt like how it looked even though it was almost done *cough*#just something fun #the living tombstone #tlt #tombsona #tombsonas #Zero_One #Zero One #Doc #fan art #shitpost #digital art

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doingthingsthewriteway · 10 months

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Moss

request: yes

summary: Daisy Pt. 2. More trials (and a lot of fluff) between doc and daisy

Doc Holliday was a lot of things and stupid was not on that list. Something that often got him in a heap of trouble was his education. Quick witted remarks in a variety of languages would swirl around his brain, ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice. He was well versed in novels, theater, nocturnes, and even a dash of politics. His understanding of God and the universe was also impressive.

So no, he certainly wasn’t stupid. Why then was his Daisy hiding things from him? Did she think his male nature made him inherently oblivious to the state of things? Clearly something was wrong.

Smoke from a pipe- not a cigar nor cigarette but herbs his Y/N read about to ease his pain thank you very much- billowed around swirling with all of his doubts. Doc puffed away as he thought back on all of the recent nonsense.

First was subtle. One fine evening, Doc’s family gathered in the Oriental. He felt himself glow with pride as the Earp’s and Y/N surrounded him each night. Sometimes he thought he was delirious with another fever as the sound of laughter and touches of affection enveloped him.

That evening, however, as he waited patiently for Y/N return to his lap, a frown furrowed his handsome face. She balanced on his thighs, glass in hand. “Darlin’?” He tapped the glass with a hesitant finger. “You switch to gin?”

Her laugh was enough to erase the frown. “No, huckleberry, I thought we could benefit from some water. I still don’t want you drinking, can’t live without you.”

“Oh hell, honey, you’re stuck with my nonsense for the rest of your life.” Her pretty eyelashes and bustle free legs were enough to make him forget.

Then, all together, Y/N stopped their evening nightcap. Now, yes he needed to quit his drinking to excess, but a glass of bourbon with his baby every night surely was not a problem. Doc wondered if going to the Oriental every night reminded his bride of his affair, which seemed reasonable. Certainly not willing to be on the receiving end of her wrath anytime soon, he let that go.

Next was more straight forward. Wyatt had received tickets for boxsets at the Birdcage. Y/N loved Faust so naturally Doc jumped at the chance for a family outing. His darling all but squealed with delight when Doc sauntered into suite, with a dress bag slung over his arm.

“May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the depths of hell tonight, Mrs. Holliday?” Mustached lips tickled up her arm, over her collarbone, and down to her cleavage.

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Holliday!” Taking the dress out of the brown wrapping, she gasped. “Oh, John!” It was her turn to sprinkle his gruff face with kisses.

The maroon silk looked downright sinful on his bride (and she thought the exact same thing about his matching waist coat). The Hollidays were a sight to behold in Tombstone. With her on his arm, Doc felt all the southern gentry he was raised in. Nothing could make him feel unworthy of power or love.

Settled in the dim theater, Y/N fanned herself, a rush of heat hitting her. A holler from the floor seats broke her trance and drew her eyes of the one she despised most. Johnny Ringo practically howled at her, tongue wagging like a rabid dog.

“Pay no mind to Mr. Ringo.” A gentle hand grasped her chin and forced her attention back to Doc, where it belong he reasoned. “Only I may purchase your soul.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered and hummed in delight. “You already have, Doc.” That settled his swirling doubts. Yes, he liked to think he held her soul inside his own. His soul clutching to hers in order to survive. He owned her, not in an oppressive sense. Not like how his father view his mother, but in the way that she was his and his alone and he could proudly say the same.

Yet, just shy of intermission his darling uttered a “oh fuck” under her breath. Doc chuckled, eyebrow quirked in amusement. Yet before he could comment on the lewd nature of his otherwise polite wife, she was grasping her skirts and rushing out of the box.

Before he could even move, Allie Earp ran after his wife. Looking at the remaining Earps- excluding Wyatt who looked all too close to committing something dangerous- Doc glared. “Something I don’t know?”

“Lady stuff?” Morgan suggested earning a grunt of support from Virgil.

At intermission, Doc found his wife with Allie. Allie had the audacity to grin at Doc, blue eyes twinkling. “Doctor is in.” She giggled.

And yes, normally Doc would have ate that up. Reveling in the limelight and delightful female attention. However, normally Doc was the unstable one and not his wife. Still, he couldn’t help himself from saying a charming, “It seems my favorite patient is ill.”

“I’m fine, Doc.” Y/N offered a grimace of a smile. Slowly standing, she took the fan from Allie. “Just got too hot all of a sudden.”

Nodding, if only to avoid adding another public confrontation to the history of their relationship, Doc ordered a tonic water from the bar and escorted his wife back to their seats. Allie just chittering all the way.

The final straw was down right offensive. Doc enjoyed few things more than waking up in the early hours of the morning when the sun was just beginning to think of rising and loving his wife. She was always so eager from a nights rest that she just folded into him. His lungs weren’t heavy from a full day allowing him to thrust and grunt for a glorious eternity.

Yet, every morning that past week when he rolled over she was gone. He’d call out her name practically mewling with need only to be met with silence. Ignoring the hurt that struck his heart, he’d go back to bed.

Finally, this morning was the last straw. He figured he’d stay awake, greet her entering their room. The longer he sat awake, pipe in hand, the wilder this thoughts went. Doc prided himself in a remarkably even temper but fear was ensnaring his rationality.

A dose of opium sounded wonderful right about now. It would just calm his nerves, make it so he wouldn’t lash out. Last thing he wanted to do to his daisy was be mean. Lord knows he’s hurt her enough. He was sure he had a vial tucked away somewhere.

By the time she entered their room, Doc was in tears. Red eyes narrowed into a glare at her. She gasped. “Doc, are you alright?”

A rumbling cough worked its way out his lungs. “Daisy, I am rolling.” He hissed. Standing from his spot by the window, he grabbed his cane for balance. “Awful late night for you though.”

“Are you high?”

“I hardly see the need in answering that.” He snipped. “It’s quite obvious we both are up to things we shouldn’t be.”

“Now, John, listen to me.”

“Is it to get back at me? Do you think my heart doesn’t hurt when you leave me?”

“John, please just trust me.” her voice wobbled with tears.

“I know I’ve not been the best husband to you-“

“You’ve been wonderful.”

“Stop lying.” The opium only made his accent stronger. “Please just be honest with me, my soul can’t bare it any longer.”

With a sad smile, Y/N crossed the floor to her husband. One hand tenderly held his cheek, wiping away at trailing tears. The other reached for his own, pressing a key into his palm. “Get dressed and follow me.”

Confused, dazed, spellbound by his bride he dressed quickly. She held her arm out to him knowing his pride would much prefer her to stabilize him than his cane. “I’ve not been truthful and I am so very sorry for that Doc, but I hope you’ll forgive me.”

They walked the dusty streets of Tombstone together. The early morning air left their lungs clear. Cactus clung to the early morning dew as the couple clung to each other. Near the edge of town, Y/N paused in front of a stately Greek Revival home.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked nuzzling into his neck.

“Yes, though it is difficult to find anything that compares to you darlin’.”

With warm cheeks, Y/N giggled. “Try the key Doc.”

“I beg your pardon?” Doc sputtered pulling away in shock.

“Try the key.”

A burst of speed had him rushing to the door. Rocking chairs lined the porch, tucked safely behind columns. The key slide in perfectly. Her name was all he could sigh, tears welling in his eyes again.

Joining him, she nudged him forward. “I’ll give you the tour.”

While still barren of furniture, the grand home had billowing curtains with long windows that ached of home. As Y/N rattled on about something to do with paint colors Doc waved a hand of dismissal not really caring how she wanted to paint.

“How?” He managed to grunt,masking his emotion with a forced cough.

“I was left an impressive about of money in a will.” A small smile tugged on her lips. “A great aunt everyone else hated. The only stipulation was to use it for my family.”

A tug on his hand led up him the stately staircase. “I was thinking our bedroom could be here if-“

“I can handle them darlin’. Don’t you worry about me.”

The next door was shut, Y/N’s eyes glittering with mischief. “This is your second surprise.”

“Oh if this is one of those sinful European things-“Doc paused as the door opened revealing the only painted room in the house.

gentle moss green walls greeted him. A canopy hung from the ceiling, the netting protecting a crib. “Daisy? Are you in a delicate way?” His green eyes flickered from her face to the perky bodice of her dress to her tummy.

A nod of her head confirmed. his heart nearly burst out his chest. A joyful laugh tickled out his throat. He didn’t give a damn what would be said about him now, his wife was carrying his baby. His.

Nudging her nose against his, she leaned in to capture his lips pulling softly on the plump skin. Words weren’t needed as they removed each layer of clothing from each other. Fingers interlocked as they lay together on the soft mossy green rug below them.

#doc holliday imagine #doc holliday x reader #doc holliday imagines #val kilmer x reader #val kilmer imagine #val kilmer imagines #tombstone imagines

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filmtv2022 · 1 year

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All Series/Works Masterlist:

I'm going to compile my series masterlists & any standalone pieces that I write in this post (at least for now). The look of the list will change as I write more. Happy reading!

Please assume that ALL works are 18+

All reader pairings are written as female readers unless otherwise stated in the description

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(Series) To The Bitter End: Doc Holliday x Earp!reader (completed)

15 Chapters (word count - approx. 47k)

Story Summary: The youngest Earp sibling joins her older brothers in Tombstone with the hope that the new climate will ease her consumption/tuberculosis symptoms and reconnect her family. But as she settles into this new life, will she find something worth living for? Someone who can tame the loneliness? --------------------------------------------- (Series) By Your Side: Rhett Abbott x reader (completed)

23 Chapters (word count - 115k)

Story Description: Returning to Wabang was never something that Y/N had planned on, but with the loss of her father leaving her the sole owner of her family’s farm she must go back. Time spent at home forces Y/N to face the people she left behind. Will Y/N be able to navigate the murky waters of her past and present as the lines between them blur?

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(One-shot) One More Ride: Rhett Abbot x Reader

(18+ MDNI) Rhett & Y/N spend their last night in Wabang together. Pushing away the weight of the world by falling into one another's arms.

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(One-shot) When does it stop?: Jake Seresin x original character (reference to Bradley Bradshaw x original character)

Word Count - 397

Based on the thought of what would have happened if Bradley had been married before the Uranium mission, and Jake had been unable to save him and Maverick.

________________________________ (One-shot) Coming Home: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x Reader

Word Count - approx. 5k

Story Summary: Mickey and Y/N are visiting Y/N’s hometown while away on leave. Shockingly, the pair find themselves invited to her childhood friend’s Halloween gathering. This might sound like a dream, but it’s been four years since Y/N’s had any real contact with her friend, but with a little encouragement she decided to face her fears and go. While Y/N expects awkwardness to ensue, she certainly never expected to catch a raging case of baby fever.

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(One-shot) Summer Haze: Robert 'bob' Floyd x Reader

Word Count: approx. 3k

Story Summary: After years of dancing around their feelings for one another, Y/N and Bob find their way back to one another at a community potluck.

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(Mini-series - Completed)

Together: Jake 'Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Together Part 2: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Together Part 3: Jake 'hangman' Seresin x Reader

Word Count: approx. 6k

Story Summary: Y/N and Jake have been friends since their time at the Naval Academy. The two of them acting as each others’ refuge during every up and down. But when a death in the family rocks Y/N’s foundation the two are forced to acknowledge the reality that their feelings for one another go far beyond just a friendship.

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(Series) Moving Foward Masterlist

Y/N Kazansky is many things. A loyal daughter, a world-class fighter pilot, and a fierce protector of those she holds most dear. But beyond the shiny exterior is a wounded woman looking to find her way back to the life she'd known and loved. When a mission brings her back to Top Gun, she is forced to confront the sins of her past while focusing on the uncertain future falling into place in front of her.

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(Series) (In the Bleak Midwinter)

Left with the dying wish of her husband, Y/N finds herself in Birmingham in search of one Thomas Shelby. Old wounds for both will be brought to light as the pair finds a way to heal from the hurt of the past together.

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(One-shot) Every Part of You - Aziraphale x Reader

(One-shot) Ineffable Agony - Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (gender neutral reader)

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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I have to ask, even though I know most will hate me for it, but can we get the aftermath for Jeanne for I Hope to Never see you Again? I mean how will she react to her friends and family after Jaune died? That is going to bug me for a WHILE

I Will See You Again~!

Jaune: (Ahhhhh… That bright light at the end of the tunnel… I really am dead… Well, I had a nice run…)

Jaune: ( … )

Jaune: (It was an okay-ish run… I guess?)

Jaune: (Meh… that’s just how life goes…)

Jaune: (For we are a poor species born with the ultimate end goal that is death. We live to die. Such a cruel fate tis that.)

Jaune: ( We wish to live forever, yet none can beat death, and yet those rare diamonds amongst diamonds who have achieved life everlasting care death more so than any other.)

Jaune: ( To abide death we seek to carve our name upon the stone of the world, and achieve immorality through the memories of others. This so we can live on in the hearts, and minds of others, be it by our ability to inspire others the hope, and courage needed to press on! Or, to be remembered by the vile evils , and atrocities we have committed in life upon the living. To carve our names upon this stone we become immortal beings who will last the test of time eternal!)

Jaune: (Or, so we hope…)

Jaune: (For if I can so easily forget where I placed my keys, what chance does one have to be remembered for all eternity?)

Jaune: (And, how long will I be remembered? A generation, or two at best for even if they do remember me, how much will they remember beyond where a tombstone is marked…?)

Jaune: (Haa… I’m starting to regret my decision to get killed, that being said, shouldn’t I be in a nothingness void? Or, near a tree overlooking a grassy meadow? Lost in a field of golden wheat? Something, anything?)

Jaune: (Haaa… Okay then… I’ll go wherever this bright light goes. Preferably out of my eyes! Like seriously! That light is really, really bright! Get it out of my eyes!)

: Ahh… That’s a good reaction…

Jaune: (A good reaction? A good reaction to… What…?)

Jaune suddenly opened his eyes for the first time since his death to see a man dressed in a light blue, shoving a small flashlight into his shirt pocket. A sight, Jaune wasn’t expecting to see.

Jaune: I-Is that a doctor…? Why the hell is their a doctor in front of me? Did I not actually die, and instead got saved, an all that stuff before was some sort of dying dream?!)

: So, how is he doc? Is he going to be okay?

Jaune: Wait, a second! I know that voice… I know that face. And, I know that ugly beard!

Before, Jaune stood a man, with golden hair, a full a burn brown beard, and eyes that were blue as the sea. A face he learned to recognize all too well, one that he had not seen in years.

His father, Acheius Arc.

Jaune: (What the hell?! Where the hell am I?! And, why does he have his stupid beard! He shaved that off after… after… Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!)

: It’s fine, a little quiet, but noting to worry about. In the meantime, Congratulations, Mr. and, Mrs. Arc, It’s a boy.

Acheius: A boy?! Yes! Yes at long last I finally have a son!

Jaune: (W-Was I just reborn…? Did I die, and get reborn as a baby?! The fuck is this?! What kind of bullshit isekai fuckery is this?!)

: A boy…? Oh that’s wonderful! I finally have a little baby boy to smother in love, and affection! And, Acheius now bas to shave off his beard.

Acheius: W-What?!

: We agreed! If one of them was a boy, you would shave off your hideous beard! So the next time you go in for a kiss, you better be clean shaved buster!

Acheius: Yes dear…

Jaune: (I recognize that voice! That’s my mom! What’s she doing here?!)

Jaune: ( … )

Jaune: (I was just born, of course my mother, Juniper Arc would be here utter twit!!)

Jaune was placed in some sort of case, no doubt the ones they used for newborns. But, that didn’t matter, he’s already seen his dad’s ugly beard, he wants to see his mothers face again!

: Ahh, he seems to be able to recognize your voice, Mrs. Arc.

Juniper: And, what baby wouldn’t recognize their mothers voice? Can I hold him now?

: Of course. Nurse, if you would be so kind?

: My pleasure.

Jaune felt himself ascend, his feeble body being brought over to stare at the holden locks, and emerald eyes of his mother. For them it was the first time he ever stared i to his mothers eyes, but to, Jaune it was the first time in years. A rather chilling thought in all honesty.

Juniper: What a beautiful baby~! Oh, you are going to be such a good big brother I know it!

Jaune: (Gonna have to wait a couple of years until you give birth to my sisters for that to happen mom. Until then I’m going to be the… Hold on now… ‘If one of them…’ Oh… Oh dear…)

Juniper shifted her arms so, she could see the other bundle of cloth in her arms, and a pair of all to familiar eyes stared back at him.

Juniper: Jaune, say hi, to, Jeanne your baby sister~!

Jeanne: (J-Jaune?! Jaune is that you?! Isn’t this amazing! We’ve been reborn! And, you’re my older brother now! Isn’t this amazing?!)

To them, they probably heard the usually baby sounds. “Goo-goo, gaga.” Weird noises, babies made. But, to, Jaune he heard what she ‘said’ as plan as day. And, as the facts of his rebirth, and the news of of his younger twin sister, Jeanne Arc floated through his mind. Jaune, did the only thing any baby could do.

Jaune: ( … )

He screamed his little mouth off.

Jaune: (FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!)

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Originally I was planning on making this, and “I Hope to Never see you Again” one post. But, the tone shift between them would be too jarring.

So, two separate stories!

Also, the Swapped AU isn’t done, not yet that is.

Well then: Do enjoy~!

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #acheius arc #juniper arc

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