Sean Macgurie One Shots Ig

sean macguire you idiot

It had been a few days since an Irish man tried to rob Dutch Van Der Vinde, but lucky for him Dutch put on his charm and invited the man into the gang. You two have been assigned to do a robbery together, even though you find him annoying.
It had been a normal day, well as normal as you get as an outlaw on the run. Dodging bullets, escaping lawmen without a trace. While dismounting my horse, I overheard Dutch, planning his plans, dealing his deals, the usual stuff for him.
"Ah, Y/n! I've been needing to talk to you about something." Dutch yelled, noticing me in an instant.
"Hello, Mr.Van der Linde, what do ya need?"
"Me and Hosea have heard of this coach that comes by every so often down with a bunch of money!" The man said, obviously pleased on what he found.
"So you want me to rob it?" I asked. Robbing stage coaches weren't exactly my thing.
"Sean can help you. He's been rested up enough, he needs to work for his keep now."
I sighed. Sean, for the few days of knowing him, had been an annoying bastard ever since he tried robbing Dutch. He joked and talked like he just learned how to. I barley understood a word he said because he talked so fast.
"Sure, hopefully he won't mess it up." I agreed.
"Good, good. It'll be north of Blackwater tomorrow morning, so I'd reckon you should get a good nights sleep tonight." Hosea recommend.
I nodded my head. I hadn't been out on a real robbery in a while, so having this coach thing wouldn't be so bad. I walk near my camp when I hear a Irish accent yelling my name.
"Hey, Y/n! Y/n!" Sean yelled, beer bottle in hand.
"Do you ever lay off the drinks?" I scoffed.
"'Course I do!" Sean laughed. "Hear 'bout the coach robbery we're doing tomorrow?"
I yawned. "Sure I did. Now can I head to bed?"
"Aw, c'mon! I wanna get to know ye before we go." Sean took a drink of his beer.
"We'll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow, Sean. We need to rest so we can get this coach bright and early." I explained.
Sean frowned. "Aw, fine. See ya tomorrow, Y/n!"

I woke up as soon as I possibly could, right when the sun started to rise. As I walked over to the campfire, only to find Macguire passed out on a chair, drink still in his hand.
"MacGuire!" I yelled, waking him up.
"What the hell?! You coulda killed me like that!" Sean exclaimed, startled by my yelling.
I sighed as I glanced at the Irish man. "You passed out cause you were drunk?" I asked.
"Probably, who cares! Not like the wagon riders will know."
I rolled my eyes. "Well get your lazy ass up and get ready, we need to leave soon if we want to get the cash."
"Fine, whatever you say boss." Sean joked.
We both packed up our essentials, tonics, food, tents in case it got dark, and horse food.
"Hey, maybe after this I can buy us some drinks eh? Seems good for ya." Sean laughed.
"As long as this coach robbery goes according to plan, sure. Don't mess this up MacGuire."
"Don't you worry, I'm an expert on robbery! I can kill a man in three seconds, just like that. They don't call me 'Dead Eye MacGuire' for nothin'!"
We rode for what seemed like hours because of Sean's constant yapping. Though I thought it was something to be admired. You could talk yourself out of anything with the right words.
"We should be getting near the outlook by now." I explained.
"Alrighty then, I say you distract em then I shoot em. Then we run back to camp."
"We ain't gonna shoot them unless they start shooting us. We're not trying to get ourselves into jail at this moment." I scoffed. "Let's head into the trees there, reckon its a good spot to hide." We scurried over to the trees, dismounting the horses then hiding against the trees.

We heard multiple horses coming from Blackwater, and decided it was the coach. I pulled out my revolver and motioned Sean to head out. We calmly walked out of the trees, not wanting to arose suspicion. Sean immediately ran out to the wagon and started shooting.

"Sean! What the hell are you doing?!" I yell.

"Getting the money! What else-"

Bang! Bang!

Gunshots buzzed at Sean while he was yelling at me, Interrupting him immediately. The Irish boy sprinted to the tree next to me.

"Holy fuck." He gasped. "I coulda been dead!"

"Well get used to it, cause more guards are coming in." I huffed. 

More gunshots blasted, though nearer this time. "We don't have enough guns for this, we need to run!" I swiftly grabbed Sean's hand and darted for the horses. I didn't have time to think. We jumped on Ennis and galloped away, still being chased by lawmen, and guards for the wagon.

"Shit! Shit!" Sean yelped, shooting bullets at men coming from all angles. We suddenly came to a close stop. The trail we went on was too narrow for the horse.

"Come on! And quick, I don't need the newbie dying on his first mission." I commanded, getting off Sean's horse.

"Aw, ill be fine. Quit worryin' so much. We'll be alright! You show the way, I shoot 'em. I'm much better at guns that you are." Sean teased, but got off the horse as told to.

I rolled my eyes. Sean MacGuire had always a smart ass to me, ever since he first met me. I guess his first encounter with me was practicing shooting bottles, which was embarrassing enough. I was better at knives than guns anyway. But he wasn't the best shot either, so we were both screwed. We both rushed through the narrow trail, hoping that we weren't followed.

"Y'know, I can help you on that shot of yours. I'm one of the best aims in Ireland!" The man boasted.

"I dont believe a word you are saying, MacGuire." I hummed, not wanted to lose track of the Irish man. I felt like I could lose him if he didn't talk for a minute or so.

"Its true ! I would prove it to ya, but we don't have bottles at the moment."

"And we're on the run." I stated.

"And we're on the run." Sean repeated, sarcastically.

A/N!

Sorry I haven't posted in a couple days, I accidentally deleted Wattpad and have to use Google to get in now. So yeah sorry it looks weird. I guess this is gonna be a two parter soo yeah.